My Taoist Companion is the White Wolf

After the ecology of Baishi Village improved, many urbanites were attracted to visit. Some of the bright-minded villagers packed up their houses and opened farmhouses, earning a lot of income. They became more and more in awe of the mountain god. A big pig's head is enshrined.

As tourists, I like to stroll around, take pictures, and do some rare things.

For urban youths, mountain temples are really rare, and they must be photographed.

As the saying goes, good things don't go out, gossip spreads thousands of miles, and outsiders can only see it as a rarity, but Yunhong's comrades, who are handsome young people, and who are white wolves, there is no reason why they can't guess?

So they sent congratulatory telegrams one after another, congratulating on the birth of a live donkey among the sheep, no, congratulations on the birth of a fetal god in their own colleagues.

When talking on the phone, Tongguan laughed like a convulsion.

"Hey, little brother, I haven't seen you for a few years, so I became a god in place? The ambition is very clear, friends of women or something hahahaha!"

It's rare enough for a mortal to become a god, but you boy still want to be a fetus god, and your ambition is very different.

Yunhong: "..."

Yunhong passively caused the most violent mood swings in these years, and threatened to cut off their supply of talisman pills, so his ears were cleared.

Tongguan stopped laughing, and asked if the government needed to cooperate with the publicity.

Yunhong: "Is there still such an operation?"

It really didn't happen before, after all, it has been hundreds of years since mortals became holy and gods while they were alive.

But since Yunhong can condense the godhead now, he can have all of them.

Tongguan didn't play tricks with him either, "You're still one of our own family. If you're good, we're better off. Since the prerequisite for becoming a god is faith, then if you have more faith, your strength will be stronger, right?"

Since the last time he escaped from the northwest, Mr. Li seemed to have evaporated from the world, and he had completely disappeared. The whole bureau was like the downstairs landlord waiting for the second boot to hit the ground, for fear that he would jump out and cause trouble at any time.

At this time, it would be the best if there is a god who clearly stands on his own side.

To be honest, Yunhong's heart fluttered for a moment.

So far, he has embarked on a path of cultivation that is completely different from those of his predecessors in cultivating immortals. Even if the aura further declines or even dries up in the future, as long as there are human beings, he will shine with the sun and the moon, and live with the heaven and the earth.

Taking a step back, even if human beings become extinct one day, he can survive for thousands of years with his strong faith like other gods in the world.

But Yunhong only hesitated for a moment before declining.

"I don't want it for now."

Now he is just a beginner, like a child learning to walk, stumbling.

The road is not stable, so why talk about running?

It's better to lay a solid foundation first.

What's more, people's lives are peaceful and affluent nowadays, and simply promoting brainwashing may not be able to welcome many real believers, and he doesn't want to be a nanny...

So, let's take it slowly.

Now, Yunhong is listed as the number one player in the special game. As long as he needs it, he can even use the power of the whole country to cooperate. Naturally, his wishes are the priority in everything.

Tongguan didn't force it, "That's fine, as long as you know what's in your mind, you can contact me at any time if you need it."

A living, young god is not only a deterrent to domestic evil forces, but also a deterrent to the international community.

Unexpectedly, just two days after being purified, Taoist Qingsong came to the door with four-color gifts.

Yunhong pulled his face, considering whether to go on a killing spree.

Fortunately, Taoist Qingsong was quite good at observing words and demeanor, so he quickly explained: "The poor Taoist is here to thank the fellow Taoist for his advice last time."

Yunhong's complexion improved a bit, "It's just chatting, I don't dare to take credit for it."

As he said that, he opened the barriers of the defensive formation to invite her in, and made tea again.

Taoist Qingsong heaved a sigh of relief, thanked him after sitting down, and picked up a bowl to drink tea.

When you enter it, you will feel fresh. There seems to be a warm current flowing through the whole body along the eight extraordinary meridians. It is as warm as falling into a hot spring, which is extremely comfortable.

"Good tea!" she praised.

Seeing that she knew the goods, Yunhong also smiled, "It's not a famous tea, but it's not bad to drink."

After the spiritual energy of the back mountain was revitalized, Yunhong transplanted a few clumps of bamboo, soaked the mountain spring water with fried bamboo leaves and wolfberries, and the water had a faint spiritual energy, drinking it all year round to strengthen the body.

Yunhong sent a lot to Huayang and Xu Youshan's family, and now these people have long forgotten how to get to the hospital.

Taoist Qingsong said with a smile: "For people like us, fame and wealth are nothing more than vain. If we really want it, is it possible that we can't get it? Who cares?"

If people outside heard this, they would definitely exclaim Versailles.

But those who have experienced it personally know that what she said is true.

Yunhong took a few glances at her and felt that this person was really different from the last time he saw her.

It seems that the state of mind has been opened up, and the cultivation base is also showing a faint tendency to rise.

Taoist Qingsong took the initiative and said: "Listening to what you have to say is better than reading for ten years. After returning last time, Pindao resigned from all his positions. He only got two false names, and retreated for a month. He gained quite a lot."

If it wasn't for a big family and a big business, there was really no way to completely cut it off, and she didn't even want two empty jobs.

But after thinking about it, even Fellow Daoist Yun is also holding the position of the Bureau of Action, so he didn't delay his practice, so he looked away.

Yunhong admired her somewhat, "You can only gain if you give up. You are so transparent, you must be promoted soon."

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to return from extravagance to frugality. Yunhong has never really experienced the pleasure/feeling brought by superior power and status. It is not too difficult to be able to concentrate on cultivation.

But Taoist Qingsong is different.

She became famous when she was young, and now it has been more than half a century. During this period, no matter where she went, she was a guest of honor, and her followers were countless.This refreshing feeling is hard for most people to resist.

Let’s not talk about it, let’s just talk about the monk Huifang who appeared at the same time as her. It’s not that he doesn’t understand the truth, but he is still addicted to the so-called “halo of a master” and cannot extricate himself. ?

Therefore, Yunhong also sincerely admires Taoist Qingsong.

Hearing what he said, Taoist Qingsong let out a breath slowly, with a lighthearted look on his face, "Then I will borrow a good word from Fellow Daoist."

Yunhong smiled and toasted her.

The two talked on the mountain for a few days, and Taoist Qingsong got up and said goodbye, and traveled around the world.

It was only after she had an epiphany that she realized that in the past few decades, she had been so addicted to the worldly world of power and desire/desire that her moral heart was dusted and her cultivation stagnated.

Now that the dust has been wiped away, it is time to go into the world and sharpen.

Not long after sending Taoist Qingsong away, Yunhong unexpectedly welcomed an unexpected guest:

Mr. Li.

Before anyone else appeared, Ange's white hair exploded all over his body. He looked up at the sky, the monster clouds rolled rapidly under his feet, and murderous intent was brewing in his blue eyes.

The little deer, who was playing with Xiao Ye Zi, was shivering from the coercion, and jumped into the house.

Yunhong came out to pinch its ears, "Hide in, don't come out."

Fawn Yo Yo yowled a few times, his big watery eyes showed worry.

Yunhong has practiced behind closed doors these years, one is to check for gaps and make up for omissions, and the other is to stop with silence. Now that his opponent finally shows up, he is happy and does not dare to take it lightly.

After all, when the two fought against each other, it seemed that he was slightly better, but in fact, he caught the opponent by surprise, and with Ange wasting away, Mr. Li didn't know the details of Yunhong, so he took the lead.

But it has been a few years now, and Mr. Li has a high probability of joining the WTO. Has he realized something and improved?It's hard for anyone to tell.

But... Yunhong secretly sensed the egg-sized golden divine light in his lower dantian, and his heart was settled.

God, man, even a novice god and an old man, are like a world of difference.

The phantom array used to block mortals and ordinary practitioners looked like paper in front of Mr. Li. He just lifted his finger, and the milky white mist quickly receded, revealing the hidden hills and houses.

"Small tricks!" Mr. Li looked down at Yunhong and Ange below, and sneered.

Ange glanced at Yunhong, who raised his hand and blasted out a compressed water fire bomb, and then quickly pinched the thunderbolt, "Everyone is coming to the door, so what's the point of morality, fighting depends on the number of people!"

In the past few years, what Yunhong has done the most outside of training is to draw defensive formations.

He had been guarding against the opponent's attack for a long time, so he simply nested the entire mountain with defensive formations. Now unless a few nuclear bombs come, even if the mountain inside is flattened, the outside will still be safe. thing.

During the conversation, the three parties had already attacked and defended each other several times, and the defensive formation was suddenly filled with gunpowder, and they couldn't see the opposite side with their eyes wide open.

At this moment, naked eyesight is no longer useful, all three of them activated their spiritual consciousness and formed thousands of tentacles to test each other.

I have to say that the scene is indeed a bit restrained.

Just as Yunhong expected, he didn't know much about Mr. Li's details. Similarly, the other party was quite afraid of his weird attack methods.

Therefore, the scene of the two parties fighting each other seemed vigorous, but in fact they were very restrained, and neither of them used their real skills rashly.

Before coming here, it’s not that Mr. Li never thought of using the dirty means of blackmailing by mortals, but it’s against the law of heaven for him to seize immortality, and it’s impossible to hide. A few thunderbolts were dropped to give him physical strength.

A few minutes later, Mr. Li still couldn't stand it anymore:

A protracted battle is not good for him. If he starts here, the gangsters in the Breach Bureau will probably be able to detect his spiritual power fluctuations soon...

"By the way," Yunhong asked suddenly, "Why do you have to fight me to the death?"

Immortal cultivators are so scarce now, wouldn't it be good for everyone to sit down in a friendly manner and sip tea and discuss the Tao?This resentment and attachment came out of nowhere!

Mr. Li flicked his robe sleeves, and a barrier appeared in front of him out of thin air, blocking the lightning strikes thrown by Yunhong, and then took the time to point down, and the storm bomb that Ange had been brewing for a long time dissipated with a puff.

"You have the face to say it!"

Mr. Li shouted.

How shameless you are to make dirty tricks while talking to distract your attention!

Yunhong blinked his eyes, "Mistake of hand... But I was acting in self-defense! Look at the wind blade!"

Soldiers never tire of cheating, what is shame?Can it be eaten as a meal? .

Mr. Li: "..."

No matter how many times you have been reincarnated, it is still just as annoying!

No matter how he moved, Yunhong's wind blade missed, and almost at the same time, the wind blade group that was one size bigger overwhelmingly pressed down!

Yunhong: "Damn it!"

These wind blades came quickly and quickly, they were big and numerous, the aura of the wind attribute was condensed almost to the core, and the thin edge blades shone faintly in the sun, making one's hair stand on end.

If they hit them, I'm afraid they will be turned into minced meat on the spot, which is too thin to be used as dumpling filling!

Rao Ange, a connoisseur of style, didn't dare to be careless, and immediately returned to his original body shape. The demon cloud instantly activated with a chill visible to the naked eye, freezing the entire field in the blink of an eye.

The densely packed wind blades were frozen in mid-air, their speed changed from fast to slow, and finally stagnated, creaking and making an overwhelmed clicking sound.

As the first crack appeared, countless wind blades finally turned into fragments, falling from midair one after another.

However, before it hit the ground, the weak wind element dissipated into wind attribute aura again and dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

And Mr. Li was already prepared. After flying his hands and fingers, dragging the afterimage together, a rootless fire rose from the ground, and the ice and snow world melted instantly...

The wind comes and the fire goes, the wind helps the fire, the fire generates the wind, one ebbs and the other grows, and they complement each other.

It seems that Mr. Li and Ange have fought more than once. Both sides are very familiar with each other's moves. When fighting, you will come and go. It's like a dance that has been rehearsed in advance. Is it a bit nice?

I have to say that this old coffin's work has not been in vain for so many years. Maybe he is a bit outdated, but his use of heaven and spiritual power has reached the point of perfection.

He is like an extremely precise instrument, seemingly careless, but always able to respond at the most appropriate time with the most economical spiritual power.

Originally, Yunhong thought that using his spiritual power would be enough to save and be flexible, but it was only after today's battle that he realized that it was really nothing.

Compared with Mr. Li, he is like a prodigal who Sun Maiye doesn't care about!

While the fight between the two over there was in full swing, Yunhong observed secretly for a moment, his mind tumbling.

"Yellow Liang Yimeng!"

Taking advantage of the fierce battle between the two sides, he suddenly sacrificed the yellow beam pillow.

The simple shape of the porcelain pillow shone brightly, instantly enveloping both sides in the fierce battle.

But if a person can stick to an obsession for thousands of years, even violating the principles of nature and human relations, then his character can be described by more than just a word of "stable".

Huang Liang couldn't last long in front of Mr. Li, and Yunhong knew it well.

So at the same time Huangliang Yimeng was activated, Yunhong mobilized the meager divine power in his body!

The golden divine power turned into golden needles and spurted out. Before Mr. Li could completely break free from the illusion of the yellow beam pillow, three major acupoints on Ren Du's second vein were stabbed one after another.

The flow of spiritual power in his whole body was suddenly stagnated, and finally a long-lost emotion called "fear" rose in his heart.

This is, this is... divine power? !

impossible!

Under the agitation of emotions, Mr. Li suddenly got rid of the illusion, and even knocked the last gold needle away.

But it is enough.

The circulation of spiritual power needs to pass through the meridians of the whole body, and Mr. Li's three major acupoints are sealed, so it is no longer possible to make a deadly move.

Ange seized the opportunity to give the final blow. Mr. Li had no power to resist, and fell to the ground spurting blood.

The entire battle process took only a few minutes, but the danger and intensity in the middle were hard to understand to outsiders, and only Ange and Yunhong who were in it could understand it.

Now that the war is over, the two feel the long-overdue exhaustion and tension.

A centipede is dead but not stiff. After all, Mr. Li has been alive for many years. Yunhong is also afraid that he will have some tricks to surrender later. attack.

But after getting closer, I realized that compared with the physical pain, Mr. Li's mental blow seems to be more serious.

His eyes were messed up, and while spitting blood, he shouted frantically, "Divine power? Impossible, impossible! How could it be possible for someone to become a god...Impossible, how did you do it? This is impossible……"

The opponent who has been entangled for several generations suddenly became like this, and Yunhong's mood suddenly became very complicated.

He was silent for a while, "Do you believe me when I say plant trees?"

In this way, he was gradually promoted to the altar because of the overflow of aura caused by his practice, which led to the greening of the mountain.

Mr. Li's eyes were red, and his canthus stared over.

This bastard, at this time, actually wants to lie to me!

Yunhong shrugged, "You see, you have always been like this, before and now. You never believe the truth told by others."

In the past few years, he vaguely remembered something from his previous life.

Back then he was still Yuan Tiangang, and the one lying on the ground was still Li Chunfeng, and they also had a very close time.

But since when did it drift away?

Maybe it's because no matter what you say, the other party feels that others are hiding their secrets.

Paranoid people are terrifying, but also very fragile. When they build a closed and complete logical loop for their beliefs, no doubts from the outside world can shake them at all.

And when they themselves have doubts about this set of logic, or something suddenly hits a sensitive point, the logical world will quickly fall apart, and their beliefs will also collapse accordingly.

Just like Mr. Li now.

He couldn't figure out why he had fought for so long and paid so much, but in the end he was defeated.

Obviously I am a genius of the sky, but this guy is just a mortal who has been reincarnated several times!

Why do I have to endure the aging process of ordinary people every once in a while, but he can easily become a god and live the same life as the world? !

This is not fair!

When the people from Tongguan came over later, Mr. Li was already crazy.

To be precise, it was because of his spiritual energy disorder caused by the collapse of his beliefs, and he wanted to forcibly break through the seal of the divine golden needle and fight Yunhong to the death, which caused his meridians to reverse and he went crazy.

Looking at the crazy old man on the ground with a bloody complexion, who tossed and turned and only hugged his head and shouted "impossible" and "unfair", everyone felt a sense of unrealistic absurdity.

Is this the serious problem we have been guarding against for many years?

Is it just solved in such a vain way?

Yunhong rolled his eyes, and stretched out his arms to show them his tattered Taoist robe, "Don't think about winning easily after that, Anger and I almost confessed here..."

If he hadn't condensed his godhead by mistake, today's 2 to 1 battle might not necessarily be the end.

Tongguan and the others laughed dryly, "It's been hard work."

When the two of them were talking on the side, many members of the Bureau were peeking from a distance, making crazy eye contact:

"This is the legendary Mr. Yun? The one who killed the dragon beast all by himself when he was not in the industry?"

"I heard that I really like to pretend to be weak and sit in a wheelchair..."

"I heard that he really became a god some time ago? Will it shatter the void after a while? By the way, are we really standing on the same horizon as God now?"

Yunhong stayed out of the world for 5 or 6 years in a row. The newcomers who came here in these years had never met him at all, and the two sides had no friendship at all. However, the latter was crazily indoctrinated from the first day of his employment that "Mr. Two or three things to say"... Over time, a distorted emotion mixed with such things as awe, admiration, and horror was formed.

Before today, most of the newcomers' impressions of Yunhong were only at the level of imagination:

A pervert who likes to sit in a wheelchair and pretend to be weak!

After meeting, they were surprised to find that the other party was beautiful and gentle but could fight...

Even Tongguan, the boss who could play with Yunhong's playful smile, was shrouded in a layer of mystery.

What a joke!This is a great man who is called a brother and brother with God. If Mr. Tian Yun really leaves the world, why can't Senior Tong be a god's envoy?

Several people began to deal with the aftermath skillfully, Tongguan asked Yunhong in a low voice, "Is it okay if people just take it away like this?"

After all, he was only crazy, not dead.

In case one day he suddenly wakes up, who can guard against it?

Yunhong glanced at Mr. Li with complicated emotions, and sighed, "I cut off his two veins of Ren and Du, and now he is an old man who is dying, weak and sick."

It is estimated that any retired old man will be able to beat the current Mr. Li to the ground.

His feelings for Mr. Li are very complicated. After all, he used to be both a teacher and a friend, supporting each other.

Yunhong really can't kill the killer.

But then they all went too far.

What's more, Mr. Li has really killed too many people in these years. It is impossible for Yunhong to do it publically or privately, and he doesn't want to cover it up.

It's better to leave it to others to deal with it, to see if it's for the victim's life or something...

Mr. Li was taken away, but the mountain was almost destroyed, as if it had been hit by a meteorite.

As for the orchards and elixir fields in the back mountain, none of them survived. Yunhong, who had calmed down, was shivering with pain.

"Damn, this has to be reimbursed by the BIE!"

Ange laughed, "Just now Tongguan asked me to ask you, do you want someone to repair it, or choose another place to live?"

Yunhong said unhappily: "Only the mountain is the mountain god, how can the mountain god move so easily?"

After speaking, he himself laughed.

That night, Yun Hong, who was sleeping in the wilderness, had a dream he hadn't seen for a long time, or he dug out a fragment of memory that had been dusty for a long time from the depths of his mind.

He saw the young man Li Chunfeng, who was full of self-confidence, but also high-spirited, like the first buds drawn by the water in spring.

Then, a sudden cold wind blew out of nowhere, and the buds withered and withered quickly, leaving only a section of dry old bark, harsh and hateful.

Yunhong suddenly opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" The huge white wolf head poked over.

"It's nothing." Yunhong exhaled slowly, bent his fingers, and gently scratched the white wolf's chin.

Seeing the white wolf squinting his eyes comfortably, Yunhong suddenly felt relieved and felt very grateful.

Fortunately, you are always here.