Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 531: Maoshan Taoist Children
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At Zhang Cunkou, the village chief clasped his back with both hands, crouched at his waist, and paced back and forth.
Since the old Zhang's family found a good son-in-law, their entire Zhang Village has followed.
The stone road leading to the town was repaired last month. It has only been repaired for a month. Not only is it convenient for the villagers to go to the town to sell some fruits and agricultural products, but the merchants in the town are also more willing to come to Zhang Village. Received things.
In one month, the small shop in the village changed from one to two, and the new one was set up by the village chief and his second daughter-in-law.
The whole village of Zhang, with hundreds of households and hundreds of people, watched life getting better and better, and the village chief was more grateful to Locke for his help.
"My uncle said that I will arrive soon. How long will it take to get from Uehara City to Mymen Village in five hours?" Before the road was repaired, the village chief had been the furthest place to go to town for a meeting. It takes five hours to walk the mountain road.
Whether it is five hours or ten hours, the village head decides to wait at the entrance of the village. There is more farm work in the field, but one less, and one less than one. The most important thing is to serve a good uncle.
If my uncle would give them more help in the village, the village chief would be happy to stand at the entrance of the village for three days.
A simple and honest rural person, even if there is something in my heart, he will not be able to commit crimes or tricks.
The village chief has many shortcomings. When he used Locke's money to build roads in the village, he privately detained a few hundred yuan in balance. But it is undeniable that the village chief also has many advantages. The original purpose of asking Locke for money was not to make money, but to build roads in the village.
No one can do anything without a sage. Locke used to search for oil and water when he was doing missions in the Hall of Knights.
Humans, the essence is good, but that's fine.
The village chief found a stone and sat down at the entrance of the village. He just lit up his dry smoke. Before taking a puff, Locke's voice came from behind, "Where is that Taoist boy?"
The head of the village was frightened and his shoulders shook, so he didn't put a cigarette stick in his nostrils, where did the uncle come out.
"Just, on the soil platform in the village, I asked all the households to collect yam and medicinal materials. Uncle, please go with me. He may go to the neighboring village when he is late." The village chief said hurriedly.
Before he turned around and pulled Locke into the village, Locke disappeared.
A weirdness was born, and a drop of sweat slipped from the village head's forehead. A big living person was gone.
Someone was talking to himself just now. This is definitely right. The village chief has the courage and was not deterred by this supernatural event. He ran to the village’s soil platform. Just now it was a man or a ghost. Do you know.
On the soil platform in the village, a group of villagers were packing up big bags. Locke suddenly appeared here and picked up a person to ask, "Where is that Taoist boy?"
The peasant woman who was pulled up knew that this was the great uncle of their village, and hurriedly said, "Zhang Daxian has just left, and went to the next village Liujiayu to collect medicinal materials." And raised her finger in a direction.
Locke no longer wastes time, leaves in a hurry, and disappears after a while.
After a long time, the village chief came to Tutai out of breath, "Have you seen that Uncle Luo is here today?"
"See you, it was here just now." A village woman said.
This time the village chief was sure that it was his uncle who was talking to him, not a monster, so he was relieved.
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Zhang Tong, thirty-two years old this year, has been in Maoshan for more than 20 years, and he is still a little Taoist boy in the aura stage.
He is instructed by his master to go down the mountain every year to find the treasures of heaven and earth.
But with exhaustion of manpower, Zhang Zheng thought about a half-fold and went directly to some villages with strong weather to collect medicinal materials.
These villages are generally located in remote areas of China, so he has to run and break his leg every time he comes out.
I once complained to his master, and then we greeted a reprimand. The master told him that this was also a practice and a part of experience.
Zhang Tong sneered. He even wanted to practice like his second uncle, who is currently working in a special government department in China.
Every year, it is not only the enjoyment of life, but also the help of the government to continuously deliver ‘supplies’ to Maoshan. It is difficult to see ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum that are more than a hundred years old, and there are still one or two plants a year for decades.
That's the treatment that a cultivator deserves. Zhang Tong 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 fists were strong and he was the strongest Taoist priest in Maoshan.
Zhang Tong is only dissatisfied with his work, he is quite satisfied with his master.
The Dao Tong, the highest practitioner in the Chinese realm, walks the rivers and lakes every time he walks down the mountain. Zhang Tong's identity brings him a lot of convenience, and he is almost a gold medal for death.
"After this stretch, do you want to go to Uehara City? It seems that Uncle Second Master came to Jin Province two months ago." Zhang Tong thought while walking along the mountain road.
His second uncle treats him better than his master. After each visit, he always stuffs himself with two gadgets. At the end of last year, he won the second place in Dao Tongli, and the second uncle was even better. I gave myself a 50-year-old Polygonum multiflorum.
After taking the pill, the sense of breath rose greatly. Zhang Yong liked his second master uncle in his heart.
Furthermore, the money that Maoshan Taoist boys went down to collect medicinal materials was all from his second master uncle, so Zhang Tong decided to pay a visit.
He swears, it is definitely not the benefits given by the second uncle.
Zhang Yan walked deep and shallow on the mountain road, when suddenly a voice came from behind.
"The strength is so weak, not even an entry-level attendant."
"Who, who is there!" Zhang Zheng was shocked and turned around immediately. The monks are often discerning. No one has ever been so close to him and has not been spotted, even the scouts in the army. .
Zhang Tong, who turned around, saw the most incredible picture of his life, a gray-haired man who flew in mid-air to talk to him.
Pointing to Locke in the sky, Zhang Wei's eyes are eager to split, "Ling Xu Yukong! How is it possible!"
Locke didn't have time to waste time with this little Dao boy. Seeing that Dao boy couldn't even compare to an entry-level attendant, he flew forward when disappointed, and put his palm on the Dao boy's forehead, compulsively reading memory.
"Maoshan?"
"Practitioner?"
"Sixth level of Qi training?"
"..."
After a long time, Locke began to digest the information he had just obtained.
Sure enough, this plane was exactly what he thought. Despite the low energy elements in the air, there are still some biological individuals who have developed methods to break through the limits of life.
However, due to the concentration of elements in the world, the strongest in China is the sixth level of Qi training. According to the 12th level of Qi training, the Dzogchen is calculated. The strength of this person is Locke compared to the knights, only worthy of having an intermediate level. The power of the attendants, and it is the bottom line in the mid-level attendants.
And Locke finally knew what level of strength he divided on this plane.
The foundation building period, here is also called the creatures above the first level, as the foundation building monks.
While Locke was thinking here, the Taoist boy on the other side, Zhang Tong, slowly woke up after being dizzy for a while.
"Wake up quite quickly, with good aptitude." Locke chuckled.
To be able to cultivate a sense of breath in the end of the Dharma, of course the aptitude of this uncle is at the top of the human race, otherwise his master would not be able to accept him as a Taoist boy.
After recovering, Zhang Tong's face was pale and he was forced to check his memory. Zhang Tong did not become an idiot. He benefited from the Maoshan Qingjing that he had read all the year round, a Taoist book that exercised spirituality.
There is a powerful master, and a very knowledgeable second master uncle, with his back leaning on Maoshan, the strongest Taoist gate in China, Zhang Yong quickly reacted to his current situation.
Is this the god-searching technique that the master taught me? Hasn't it been lost for thousands of years? This person is really capable of foundation building!
In Taoism, there is a magic search technique. The user's learning requirement is to reach the foundation building period.
In the past, Zhang Tong used this kind of magical technique as a story, because the monks in the foundation period have disappeared in the history of China for at least two thousand years.
"Dare to ask senior, which sect is from?" Zhang Yong asked boldly. Although he was searched for soul, he could feel that this person was not malicious towards him.
Also, anyone who has seen tigers will be malicious to ants.
Locke was still thinking about things, ignoring Zhang Tong's question.
Zhang Yong's brain is sparkling.
Tianshan faction?
Dragon Tiger Gate?
Emei Sect?
Now Hua Guo can be regarded as a sect force, except for Maoshan's dominance, but these three are barely on the stage.
Zhang Yong thought about it, and he couldn't think of any school that could have a foundation-building power.
Is it a casual repair?
Zhang Yong shook his head again. In the end of the French era, they have been living tightly with the gates, so how could it be possible to build a foundation in casual cultivators.
Without the treasures of heaven and earth, no master training, no vigorous cultivation blessed ground, and no complete exercises, if a Taoist priest like him can appear in free practice, it is burning high incense.
Zhang Yong thinks he has a good brain, but this time, he couldn't figure out how could there be a foundation-building power who turned out to appear before his eyes.
If it weren't for the tingling in his head that still awakened him, Zhang Tong would have thought all of this was an illusion.
Locke, who knew the general situation, raised his head to look at the Taoist boy this time.
Not staying in the sky for a long time, he landed on the ground and walked to Dao Tong.
Zhang Tong couldn't get any strength out of his body, and he was sweating cold all over. This was the effect of Locke's mental power.
"I'm very interested in your sect, take me to see." Locke grabbed Zhang Tong's collar and said unhurriedly.
"Impossible." Zhang Tong was quite stiff.
A monk in the foundation-building period broke into Maoshan. No matter how stupid Zhang Tong is, he knows that their Maoshan must be restless. It is sparse and common to be erased by this great power.
Mao Shan has the grace to nurture him, and there are his masters, uncles, brothers, and disciples on the mountain. Zhang Tong will not betray them because of his safety.
Before he entered Maoshan, Zhang Zheng made an oath in front of his ancestor, and would never act to deceive his master and sell his ancestor.
"You will agree." Locke laughed, and there was a trace of magic in his language. This is the more he uses to induce the more smoothly on this plane.
Zhang Tong's eyes gradually lost focus.