Chapter 531 Maoshan Daotong

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At the entrance of the village, the village chief held his back with both hands, hunched his waist, and paced back and forth.

Since the old Zhang family found a good son-in-law, their entire Zhang Village has been drenched.

The stone road leading to the town was repaired last month, and it has only been completed for a month. Not only is it convenient for the villagers to go to the town to sell some fruits and vegetables, but the merchants in the town are also more willing to come to Zhang Village to collect things. .

In one month, the small shops in the village changed from one to two, and the newly opened one was picked up by the village chief and his second daughter-in-law.

The entire Zhang Village, hundreds of households and hundreds of people, saw that life was getting better and better, and the village chief was more and more grateful for Locke's help.

"My uncle said I'll be there soon. How long does it take to get from Ueyuan City to our village? Can we get there in five hours?" Before the road was repaired, the village chief had gone to the farthest place to go to the town for a meeting. At that time, he had to walk five hours of mountain road.

Whether it was five hours or ten hours, the village chief decided to wait at the entrance of the village. The farm work in the fields is not much more than he is, and the less it is not a lot. The most important thing is to serve a good uncle.

If the uncle would give them more help to the village, the village chief would be happy to stand at the entrance of the village for three days.

After all, he is a simple rural person. Even if he has a little bit of Jiujiu in his heart, he will not cheat or play tricks.

The village chief has many shortcomings. When he used Locke's money to build roads in the village, he privately withheld the balance of several hundred yuan. But it is undeniable that the village chief also has many advantages. The original purpose of his asking Locke for money was not to enrich his own pockets, but to build roads for the village.

People who are not saints and sages can do nothing. When Locke was on a mission in the Knights Hall before, he also searched for oil and water.

Humans are good in nature, and in fact, that's fine.

The village chief found a stone at the entrance of the village and sat down. He just lit his dry cigarette, and before he took a breath, Locke's voice came from behind, "Where's the man, where is that Taoist boy?"

The village chief shook his shoulders in fright, so he didn't stick the cigarette stick in his nostrils. Where did the uncle come from.

"Just, on the soil platform in the village, ask each household to collect the medicinal materials from the mountains, you go with me, uncle, he may go to the neighboring village if it is late." The village chief said hurriedly.

Before he could turn around and drag Locke to the village, Locke disappeared.

A trace of strangeness was born, and a drop of sweat slipped from the village chief's forehead, a big living person, how can you say that he is gone.

Someone was talking to him just now. This is definitely right. The village chief has the courage and was not intimidated by this supernatural incident. He ran to the dirt platform in the village. .

On the dirt platform in the village, a circle of villagers were packing their bags. Locke suddenly appeared here, grabbed a random person and asked, "Where's that Daotong?"

The peasant woman who was pulled up knew that this was the eldest uncle of their village, and hurriedly said, "Zhang Daxian has just left and went to the next village Liujiayu to collect medicinal materials." She raised her finger in a direction.

Locke stopped wasting time, left in a hurry, and disappeared in a while.

After a long time, the village chief ran to Tutaizi out of breath, "Did you see Uncle Luo coming today?"

"See you, I was still here just now," said a village woman.

The village chief only confirmed this time that it was the uncle who was talking to him at the entrance of the village, not a demon or a ghost, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Yun, 32 years old this year, has been practicing Taoism in Maoshan for more than 20 years, and he is still a little Taoist boy in the Qi sense stage.

Under the instruction of his master, every year

Will go down the mountain to find the treasures of heaven and earth.

But the manpower was exhausted, Zhang Yun thought about it, and went directly to some villages with strong weather to collect medicinal materials.

Such villages are generally located in remote and remote areas of China, so every time he goes out, he has to run and break his leg.

He once complained to his master for a couple of times, and then received a reprimand. The master told him that this is also a practice, and it is part of the experience.

Zhang Yun sneered, he wanted to experience the same experience as his second uncle, who is currently serving in the special government department of China.

Every year, not only life is enjoyed, but also through the help of the government, 'supplies' are continuously sent to Maoshan. Ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum more than 100 years old are hard to see, and there are still one or two plants a year for decades.

That's the way a cultivator should be treated. Zhang Yun always thinks this way when he meditates before going to bed every night.

But he didn't dare to say this to his master, because his master's fist was hard and he was the strongest Taoist priest in Maoshan.

Zhang Yun was only dissatisfied with his work, and was quite satisfied with his master.

The Taoist boy who was the highest qi practitioner in the realm of China, every time he went down the mountain to walk the rivers and lakes, Zhang Yun's identity brought him a lot of convenience, and it was almost a gold medal.

"After this film is over, do you want to go to Ueyuan City to see, the second uncle seems to have come to Jin Province for two months." Zhang Yun thought while walking on the mountain road.

His second uncle treats him even better than his master. After each visit, he always puts two gadgets for himself. At the end of last year, he won the second place in the Daotong competition, and the second uncle gave him even more. A 50-year-old Polygonum multiflorum.

After taking the medicinal pill, his sense of anger rose greatly. Zhang Yun really liked his second master uncle.

Moreover, the money for the Maoshan Taoist boys to go down the mountain to collect the medicinal materials was all from his second uncle, so Zhang Yun decided to visit.

He swears that he is definitely not jealous of the benefits given by the second uncle.

Zhang Yun was walking on the mountain road with his feet deep and shallow, when suddenly a voice came out.

Came from behind.

"The strength is so weak that it doesn't even count as an entry-level attendant."

"Who, who is there!" Zhang Yun was shocked and turned around immediately. Daoist practitioners often have good ears and eyesight. No one has ever been so close to him without being discovered, not even a scout in the army.

Zhang Yun, who turned around, saw the most unbelievable scene in his life, a gray-haired man flying in mid-air to talk to him.

Pointing at Locke in the sky, Zhang Yun's eyes were splitting, "Ling Xu Yukong! How is that possible!"

Locke didn't have time to waste time with this little dao boy. Seeing that this dao boy couldn't even compete with an entry-level attendant, he flew forward in disappointment, put his palm on the dao boy's forehead, and forced to read the memory.

"Maoshan?"

"Qi trainer?"

"Sixth level of Qi practice?"

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After a long time, Locke began to digest the information he had just obtained.

This plane is exactly what he thought, although the energy element in the air is low, but there are still some biological individuals who have developed a way to break through the limits of life.

However, due to the concentration of elements in the world, the strongest person in the entire country is the sixth level of Qi training. According to the 12th level of Qi training, the strength of this person is comparable to that of a knight. , and it is the bottom of the middle-level servants.

And Locke finally knew what level of strength he had in this plane.

Foundation-building period, also referred to here as level 1 or above

The creatures are the monks of the Foundation Establishment period.

While Locke was thinking on this side, the Taoist boy Zhang Yun on the other side woke up slowly after being dizzy for a while.

"Wake up quite fast, and the aptitude is good." Locke chuckled.

To be able to cultivate a sense of qi in the end of the Dharma era, Zhang Zong's aptitude is of course among the top among human beings, otherwise his master would not be able to accept him as a Taoist boy.

Zhang Yun's face was pale when he came back to his senses, and his memory was forcibly checked. Zhang Yun did not become an idiot, thanks to the Maoshan Qingjing that he recited all the year round, a Taoist classic for training the mind.

There is a strong master, and there is a second uncle who is very knowledgeable. His back is Maoshan, the most powerful Taoist in China. Zhang Yun quickly realized what his current situation is.

Isn't this the magic search technique that my master told me? Isn't it lost for thousands of years, this person is indeed a great power in the foundation-building period!

In the Taoist art, there is a search for the gods, and the user's learning requirement is to reach the foundation-building stage.

In the past, Zhang Yun used to hear this magical technique as a story, because the monks in the foundation-building period had disappeared in the history of China for at least two thousand years.

"Dare to ask senior, which sect is it from?" Zhang Yun asked boldly. Although he was searched for his soul, he could feel that this person had no malice towards him.

Also, whoever has seen a tiger will be malicious to the ants.

Locke was still thinking about things there, ignoring Zhang Yun's question.

The lightning flashed in Zhang Yun's mind.

Tianshan faction?

Dragon Tiger Gate?

Emei Sect?

Now Huaguo can be regarded as a sectarian force, except for the Maoshan family that dominates, these three are barely on the table.

Zhang Yun thought about it, but he couldn't think of any sect that could produce a foundation-building almighty.

Is it a loose repair?

Zhang Yun shook his head again. In the end of the Dharma era, the main gates of them all had a tight life. How could a loose cultivator achieve foundation building.

Without the treasures of heaven and earth, without the cultivation of masters, without the blessed land of cultivation with abundant vitality, and without a complete cultivation method, to be able to have a Taoist priest with a sense of energy like him in the scattered practice is to burn high incense.

Zhang Yun thought he had a good brain, but this time, he couldn't figure out how he could have a foundation-building stage master appearing in front of him.

If it wasn't for the tingling pain in his head that woke him up, Zhang Yun would have thought it was all an illusion.

Locke, who knew the general situation, raised his head to look at the Taoist boy this time.

Without staying in the sky for a long time, he fell to the ground and walked towards Daotong.

Zhang Yun couldn't exert any strength, and he was sweating coldly all over his body. This was the effect of Locke's mental coercion.

"I'm very interested in your sect, show me." Locke grabbed Zhang Yun's collar and said unhurriedly.

"Impossible." Zhang Yun was still stubborn.

A foundation-building cultivator broke into Maoshan. No matter how stupid Zhang Yun was, he knew that Maoshan would definitely be restless.

Maoshan had the kindness of nurturing him, and there were his masters, uncles, brothers, and brothers on the mountain. Zhang Yun would not betray them because of the safety of his own life.

Before worshipping Maoshan, Zhang Yun made an oath in front of his ancestors, and would never do anything to deceive his teachers and sell his ancestors.

"You will agree." Locke said with a smile, there was a hint of magic in his language, which was induced by the mental power he used more and more easily on this plane.

Zhang Yun's eyes gradually lost focus.

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