Chapter 223 If Not a God, Then Who Is a God? (Monthly Ticket Plus 13 Chapters)

Chapter 224 If not a god, who is a god (13 more chapters for monthly tickets)

‘Creation. Creation Jade Disc? ’

Zhang Chengdao laughed: “Are you shocked? Your father was also shocked when I first knew about it.

But it is not as magical as in mythology. The most important thing is to select disciples and the like.”

“Dad, what about those people on Longhu Mountain whose descendants are not on the Immortal Ascension List?”

Zhang Xiao asked curiously, because from the perspective of human nature, just like some positions and AIDS, they can only be transmitted through blood, ml, and mother-to-child transmission.

How could those people be willing to let their children lose such an opportunity?

Although there are not many people who get married and have children in the Taoist sect, and many people even live with Taoism directly.

But there are still some.

Even cultivators whose state of mind is far beyond that of ordinary people will not be willing. If half of them can accept it, their morality is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Zhang Chengdao was silent for a moment, with a trace of disappointment on his face:

"This is indeed a problem that has troubled the Taoist sect for a long time, and it almost split them. Finally, after a series of discussions, Longhu Mountain, Wudang Mountain, and Qingcheng Mountain were established."

"Huh? Isn't that not--"

Zhang Xiao suddenly shut up. Since Zhang Guangzheng was able to teach himself, he was obviously not a fool. He said in shock:

"You mean, those sects in the secular world were founded by the descendants of Longhu Mountain who were not on the Ascension List?"

Zhang Chengdao glanced at him:

"Son, about the Longhu Mountain in the secular world and the Longhu Mountain of Taoism The relationship is very complicated. I will talk about it slowly when I have time after returning.

But these sects in the secular world actually play a very important role, not just a simple place to settle down.

In fact, the Taoist sect does not have much jurisdiction over Longhu Mountain, which is one of the main reasons why they are willing to cut off, that is, to maintain independence. "

Zhang Guangzheng sneered and said disdainfully: "Bah, since you can't practice. Then enjoy the glory and wealth of the world, right?"

Although he hated Zhang Guangzheng, Zhang Xiao also understood in his heart that his words were biased, but there was some truth in them.

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

Zhang Xiao and Zhang Chengdao walked slowly. The square was empty. Every household turned off the lights and locked the door, and huddled in the quilt, as if they could stay away from danger.

Only the Taoist priests wearing tattered Taoist robes that were washed white were still waiting in front of the van that was about to be scrapped.

Seeing Zhang Xiao and his son coming over, the middle-aged Taoist priest tidied his clothes and tried to make himself look cleaner and neater.

Then he slowly walked over with four disciples who were still somewhat confused.

Only when he got closer did he see that Zhang Chengdao was holding a dark figure in his hand.

The middle-aged Taoist was startled, but he still bowed in a proper and proper manner:

"Mao Xuexian, a disciple of Shangqing Sect, greets the Immortal Master!"

When Mao Xuexian bowed down, he was supported by a pair of hands on his shoulders and gently lifted up. He looked at the Immortal Master in front of him in surprise.

Although there were records of some immortal deeds in the sect, he had traveled most of China and solved many strange things, but he had never seen a real immortal.

He even thought desperately that people were just people, and there could be no immortal-like figures.

If the methods passed down in the sect were not really useful for dealing with those strange things, he would almost believe in science and reject feudal superstition.

But the golden light that lit up in front of him today was like a ray of sunlight that broke through layers of dark clouds.

Let him see the dawn!

Immortal! It must be an immortal!

How could golden light come out of an ordinary person! Moreover, he easily solved the evil ghost that he thought was doomed to die. If this is not the method of an immortal, then what is it?

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, that this was the immortal fate that countless people had been searching for but rarely saw!

Zhang Xiao did not speak, but squinted his eyes and asked his father frantically.

‘Dad, didn’t you say that many of those secular sects were led by the descendants of cultivators?

Why does this disciple of Shangqing seem to know nothing? ’

Zhang Chengdao’s thin and small voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

“Those who went to the secular sects were given a gag order. Only they knew it, and no one else knew it.”

Turtle! Is this the sound transmission into the ear? Why haven’t I seen my father use it before?

As if it was a mind-reading technique, Zhang Chengdao’s voice came again:

“Don’t be surprised, the sound transmission into the secret, the use distance is very short, it is used when talking small talk at the meeting on the mountain, and it has no practical use value.”

After saying this, Zhang Xiao found that his father’s expression suddenly became serious.

As if he was still feeling admiration, he returned the salute solemnly, and it was the flat salute of the Taoist priests!

"Go to Longhu Mountain, go to the Heavenly Master's Mansion - Zhang Chengdao! Meet Taoist friend!"

Mao Xuexian was flattered, and wanted to return the salute with fear and trepidation, and kept shouting:

"No, no, immortal master, you are embarrassing me."

Not only Zhang Xiao, but even Zhang Guangzheng opened his mouth wide. He thought he was superior and had long regarded ordinary people as things similar to tools.

In order to create the last of the Seven Evils, he casually killed more than a dozen people.

Although Mao Xuexian was a Taoist priest, he was an ordinary person, and was not taken seriously by Zhang Guangzheng.

"Hahahahaha, the dignified young heavenly master, a person among the gods, used the flat salute with a mere mortal!

Zhang Chengdao, you really embarrassed the cultivators, bah, is he worthy? An ant-like thing!"

Finally, Zhang Xiao saw the chill on his father's face. His father was angry.

He was not angry when Zhang Guangzheng insulted Longhu Mountain before.

He was not angry when he spoke nonsense.

But at this moment, just these two sentences made Zhang Chengdao angry.

He glanced at Zhang Guangzheng coldly. Zhang Guangzheng wanted to continue to curse, but his heart suddenly felt cold, as if he would die an extremely ugly death if he said more.

"Noisy!"

Mao Xuexian only felt that this immortal was very majestic, but ignored the "going to Longhu Mountain" and "going to Tianshi Mansion" mentioned by Zhang Chengdao.

He asked cautiously with expectation:

"Master, are there any immortals in the world? Are you an immortal?"

Zhang Chengdao looked at him and said solemnly:

"Daoyou, I know what you are confused about and what you want. Your way is not in the immortal gate, but in the mortal world."

Mao Xuexian said tremblingly:

"Master means"

"Practice Taoism all your life and follow fate. You can be at ease whether you are poor or rich.

I still sleep when the sun is three feet high. If I am not an immortal, who is an immortal?"

Zhang Chengdao bowed again:

"Daoyou, it is late at night, why don't you sleep?"

This conversation, like a heavenly book, made Mao Xuexian's four disciples' eyes turn in circles. They couldn't understand it at all!

Are you talking?

But Mao Xuexian understood it. He closed his eyes, and two lines of hot tears slowly flowed down his cheeks.

When he opened his eyes again, he was extremely relieved and showed an open-minded smile:

"It's okay to hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening. There are immortals in the world, that's enough.

Thank you for your guidance, Master!"

He waved his tattered Taoist robe:

"Disciples, let's go!"

The four disciples were confused, but they still followed the master to get on the broken van.

The bright moon was hanging high in the clear night sky, and the van slowly went away.

The father and son stood there, watching the car leave.

But Mao Xuexian's voice came from the car:

"Practice Taoism all your life and follow fate. You can be rich or poor.

I still sleep when the sun is three feet high. If I'm not a god, who is a god?"

The farther the car is, the farther the voice is.

"If it's not a god, who is a god?"

"Who is a god?"

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