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A little beggar, but he wants to pretend to be that noble prince!

The big joke of slipping the world!

But if it was Lin Xingtao, maybe he could.

There is no trace of suffering on his body, he has not been worn out by the suffering life, and he has no humble idea that he is inferior to others.

On the contrary, he used to live a convenient and colorful life in the modern society. Under the modern system education, it is not a lie to say that he has read books for more than ten years. It is not too much to give up.

Just like the maid of Miss Xiao Er, she can tell extraordinary things at a glance.

This is how a prince should be!Even a prince living among the people should be like this!

Even if the decision to pretend to be the Ninth Prince was too hasty, in this troubled world, the simpler the plan, the more likely it will be successful!

Just like some truths, the more absurd they are, the more people will believe them.

Men just want to be reckless, and they don't make decisions when things happen.

Bu Guozi stared at Lin Xingtao closely, and said in an excited tone, "Junior brother, you know that I have a secret method in Zhengqing sect, which can shape luck!"

He didn't know that Lin Xingtao's luck was originally in the shape of a dragon, so he had to find a way to solve the problem that Lin Xingtao's luck was the same color as the prince's but different in shape.

"The most difficult step in pretending to be the Ninth Prince is how to hide the truth from a Taoist next to Prince Luoshui—Wang Xuzi, the qi-watcher. He is the No. 1 qi-watching method under the immortals in the world today, and was introduced by the king of Luo. For the honored guest."

"As long as this person says that you have dragon-shaped luck, others will have to believe it!"

"Although Wang Xuzi is powerful, I am not inferior to him in the secret method of the Zhengqing sect. It's just that senior brother, my knowledge is shallow, so I don't feel at ease, and I still need the help of the gods!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around, swept the dust fly, and bowed deeply in front of the god statue, and Lin Xingtao was also swept by the dust whisk and worshiped together.

In the censer in front of the statue, three sticks of incense were instantly lit.

The flames flickered, and they waited quietly for a moment.

The statue has a spirit, Lin Xingtao saw the soil shake off, and a force spread from the statue, covering them.

Bu Guozi yelled at the right time: "Bu Guozi is coming later, the eighth-generation head disciple of the former Zhengqing Sect, God please listen!"

"Late in divination, the former disciple of the eighth generation head of the Zhengqing sect, please help me!" Lin Xingtao shouted imitatively.

A distant voice sounded from the bottom of their hearts: "I already know what you are discussing in the meditation."

His tone was light, but in the next second it turned into full sternness: "Just ask you! Why did you do this treasonous thing! What are you planning!"

What followed was an endless sense of oppression, as if under this oppression, if a person told a lie, he would be crushed to death by his own shame.

Is a god who is about to fail so powerful?Lin Xingtao thought.

No, maybe he is too weak.

Bu Guozi's eyes were firm, and he said loudly: "May I help Lord Ming, cleanse this troubled world! May I kill the national teacher, and return to the righteous way! May—"

"Do your best to return God to justice!"

The first two sentences are just excuses that seem to be righteous, and the last sentence is the real idea in Bu Guozi's words: to help the god to rectify his name and attract the god's heart.

This god, who was only worshiped by a group of beggars in Xiaopoguan, has obviously been abandoned by the court and the people.

Shenjun has a grudge against Dalin.Lin Xingtao's thoughts changed sharply.

After a while of silence, Shenjun did not show his attitude, but continued to ask: "How about you?"

He was asking Lin Xingtao.

Qingqing's words echoed in Lin Xingtao's ears: [He must be a great and kind god. ]

Even though he resented Dalin, perhaps he didn't want to hurt the people, just like he always protected the children in this Taoist temple.

He who is about to fail and perish if he helps them may just want a promise, a promise to be considerate of the people.

Lin Xingtao doesn't know how to speak classical Chinese, but he suddenly remembered the words that are often quoted in countless historical novels and often make his blood boil.

He took a deep breath and replied:

"willing--

Set your mind for heaven and earth!

Live for the people!

For the sake of the pilgrimage to the saints!

Create peace for all generations! "

He was originally only answering questions, but for some reason, when he said these words, he was in a daze.

This passage mainly expresses a person’s responsibility and mission to the country and society—the picture is for this.

Lin Xingtao actually didn't want to do such a powerful thing at all, but at this moment, he really felt that he should do it, at least he should try to do it.

What did he come to this world to do?

After all, it is not to teach a few beggars.

After all, it's about making something happen.

The golden eyes that had appeared many times flashed before his eyes again.

A sigh drifting slowly in the ear:

"good."

The statue split from the original crack, but what followed was a golden light visible to the naked eye.

This is the last power of a god who has persisted in the Taoism for countless years without perishing.

The golden light flew to the top of Lin Xingtao's head, forming a vortex that almost penetrated into his head.

Bu Guozi stood up abruptly, eyes wide open, and shouted anxiously: "The way to observe the sky, follow the way of the sky! There are five thieves in the sky, and those who see them will prosper!"

The voice reverberated loudly, as if heaven and man were reciting.

"—The power of the heavenly master, apply to me!"

In Lin Xingtao's eyes, Bu Guozi turned into a fairy-like old man, with a pair of big hands twisting the golden crown of his head.

Air luck shaping.

A dragon-shaped body took shape in an instant, and he saw his little dragon flicking its tail violently, and getting into the body.

It was as if the clothes were seamless, avoiding the eyes of Bu Guozi who used the secret technique for a short time.

Finally, as the golden body was soaked by his own purple aura and turned into the same appearance as the dragon of national fortune outside, Bu Guozi took a step back and vomited blood.

Everything quieted down, Qingqing and Dale probed their heads, but they couldn't see anything.

Then Bu Guozi ignored the blood on his mouth, looked at Lin Xingtao's head and laughed.

"This appearance! This bearing! This certain dragon-shaped luck! Who dares to say that you are not the Ninth Prince of Dalin!"

Lin Xingtao opened his mouth just as he was about to say something, but suddenly he felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen.

The words "The way of observing the sky, the journey of holding on to the sky" that Bu Guozi just read echoed in his mind.

He suddenly saw his internal organs - it seemed to be called inner vision, it was a wonderful feeling, he was almost immersed in the feeling of being out of his body.

Seeing his strange appearance, Bu Guozi pressed his shoulders and frowned, then said with a smile: "I almost forgot, junior brother, that you have already opened the sea of ​​knowledge, and you have naturally entered the Tao after hearing the mantra of the Taoism."

"Congratulations, Junior Brother, for embarking on the path of cultivation!"

"And let the senior brother guide you!"

Bu Guozi guided Lin Xingtao's hot air to travel in the body, transfer to the internal organs, and then produce hot air again, just repeat this process.

This is Taoist body training, also known as internal training.

Taoist priests are definitely not the kind of magicians who only know spells and are weak in body. They strengthen their bodies in the stage of body training, and their physical fitness is almost comparable to that of military generals.

Lin Xingtao has never felt so comfortable, his whole body is connected as if he has opened up the two veins of Ren and Du.The zhenqi in his body kept flowing, and he felt that he was as light as a swallow, and could walk on a wall.

When he regained his senses from the so-called mysterious cultivation, it was already the morning sun outside.

The children in the Taoist temple couldn't bear the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

Bu Guozi led him out of the Taoist temple and stood on the open space.

"Go to refine this first ray of sunrise."

So when the clouds were suddenly transpiring and the mist rubbed his eyes, Lin Xingtao faced the rising sun and independently carried out the internal training method that he had practiced proficiently all night, swallowing a trace of extremely hot breath into his body.

He felt warm all over.Although he didn't sleep all night, he was so energetic that he even wanted to do a set of radio gymnastics called "The Rising Sun" against the rising sun.

He rarely gets up that early.

During college, he had never seen a library at four o'clock in the morning.

It turns out that getting up early is so good.

Right now, he only felt that there was a breath of happiness in the air. He looked at the white star grains in the sky, they were beating, and they were about to disappear into the white sky.

The blue Taoist robe on his body was blown by the wind, drawing air like a big bird with wings ready to fly and making hunting sounds.

The Taoist temple on his head was crooked, and he didn't help it, enjoying the leisurely moment of this moment to the fullest.

"Pretty doesn't compete for spring, but only announces the arrival of spring."

"When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs among the bushes."

He suddenly remembered the verses that he couldn't connect to before.

Regardless of whether the poem was suitable for the occasion, he just read it out happily and laughed.

The idea is clear and the mind is quick.

It is for entering the Tao.

The author has something to say: Lin Xingtao: Did I finally meet the person who gave me three moles, and I became the protagonist?

Bu Zixia Fairy Guozi smiled and said nothing.

——The stalk of "A Chinese Journey to the West".