I weave fate in parallel time and space

Zhang Daoling slowly fell down from the earthen wall, like a feather swaying in the air, he raised his hand, and the wooden sword inserted in the wall flew over with his movement, flew to his hand, and held a very beautiful sword flower.

Before Zhang Sulin could react, he saw a cloud of evil black smoke coming out of the body of the evil ghost that had been divided into two.

His complexion changed slightly, "Be careful!"

The moment his words fell, black smoke gushed out a face of an evil spirit, and its ferocious fangs bit straight at the boy's neck.

But at this moment, the boy flipped his palm over, and a bolt of lightning shot out from his palm, hitting the evil spirit firmly.

The thunder and lightning from Zhiyang to Lie instantly knocked him out of his wits.

Zhang Sulin recognized the spell, it was palm thunder.

The boy even lazily turned his head to take a look at the evil spirit, but looked at Zhang Sulin, and sized him up and down with scrutiny.

For some reason, even though his age seemed to be several rounds older than this boy, he still felt a sense of urgency and did not dare to meet his eyes.

"You have good talent, but it's a pity that you were born in the wrong era." He commented.

After a pause, he asked again, "Surname Zhang?"

Although the voice of the young man in front of him is immature, his behavior and tone are like that of an old man who has lived for a long time.

At this moment, how could Zhang Sulin not know that this must be a rejuvenated monk.

He then leaned forward and replied respectfully, "Junior Zhang Sulin."

After a pause, he asked curiously, "I don't know what to call Senior?"

Zhang Daoling replied casually, "Old Daoist, I have the same surname as you. My first name is Daoling, and the character is Fuhan."

On one side, Zhang Sulin's little apprentice Rui Xiang seemed to have thought of something, and murmured softly.

"Zhang Daoling, the word Fu Han?"

He turned his head and tugged at the hem of his master's clothes.

"Master, this seems to be the name of Master Zu Tian."

But Zhang Sulin was completely speechless.

Just looking at the young man in front of him, countless emotions flashed across his eyes, shocking, distracted, and unbelievable.

He opened his mouth slightly, he just felt that his mouth was dry at the moment, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

But suddenly, he fell to his knees in front of Zhang Daoling with a plop, and said with tears in his eyes.

"Zhang Sulin, a descendant of the Zhang family, has met his ancestors!"

Hearing the sound, the rest of the Taoist priests behind him also realized what was going on, and in shock, they hurriedly knelt down and bowed down.

But then, Zhang Sulin remembered what Li Gui said just now, raised his head and said anxiously.

"Ancestor, the evil ghost said that a group of fierce ghosts attacked Longhu Mountain."

Zhang Daoling narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand to calculate a few times, and continued.

"You take care of the aftermath here, and then go back to Longhu Mountain."

After finishing speaking, he turned over again and stepped on the fairy sword, and flew straight to Longhu Mountain with the sword.

Zhang Sulin and the other Taoist priests just watched Zhang Daolin leave, Ruixiang said with emotion from the side.

"Yu Jian rides the wind to slay demons from heaven and earth, this is the real fairy in the world."

"senior."

The few Taoists who followed Zhang Sulin couldn't help saying.

"Is that really my Dragon and Tiger Mountain Patriarch Heavenly Master, Zhang Daoling?"

"Can there be fake ones?" Zhang Sulin said with a blank look, "Existences like them don't bother to use other people's names."

"Daozhang Zhang! We are here to help!"

At this time, Zhang Qiang ran in from the gate, holding a hatchet in his hand, and behind him were young men from the village, all holding hoes and pitchforks in their hands.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw the officers and soldiers lying on the ground, and their complexions turned pale immediately.

But soon, they also saw Lao Yangtou's son who fell on the ground and was divided into two.

Although he was still shocked, he was also slightly relieved.

"The evil spirits have been killed by my real person from Longhu Mountain." Zhang Sulin said.

"As expected of a real person from Longhu Mountain." Zhang Qiang laughed.

Zhang Sulin didn't answer. He looked at the officers and soldiers on the ground and sighed.

"That's right. I waited too late."

The villagers also fell silent.

Zhang Sulin didn't say anything, just quietly watched the direction of Zhang Daoling's departure.

He has some indescribable feelings at this moment.

But it is undeniable that at this moment, his heart is like the sea in that fight that day, with rough waves
Zhang Peiyuan, the current celestial master of Longhushan, put on a purple robe and was about to go to the main hall to hold a ceremony.

Now this time period is approaching the Spring Festival. As the most important festival of the year, the gods of heaven will follow the Jade Emperor to the mortal world to show the world the "universal celebration" of Taoist gods, and it is also to investigate the good and evil of the world.

At the same time, the Taoists in the Taoist temples will also hold a grand ceremony of fasting and offering sacrifices to pray for people to avoid disasters, and wish the country and the people peace and good weather.

An altar must first be set up in order to build a Jiao, which is called the "Ji Altar", also known as the "Dharma Altar". "Altar" refers to a high platform built with earth on flat land to worship gods and ancestors.

There are often altars of different sizes for different forms of sacrificial offerings.

For large-scale sacrificial offerings, several altars are usually built, one of which is the main altar, called "Du altar", and the rest are called "sub-altars".

The rest of the mages also changed into special clothes for presiding over the ceremonies, and many Taoist priests had already gathered in the square.

"Where's Su Lin?" Zhang Peiyuan asked, "Have you not returned yet?"

The purple-robed Taoist priest on one side said, "Not yet, it seems that things should be quite troublesome."

At this moment, the sky has dimmed, and the night has shrouded the sky, and the dense fog gushes out from nowhere, and gradually spreads to the entire square.

"It's getting late." Zhang Peiyuan said, "Forget it, leave him alone, let's start the Fa conference."

"Yes."

However, when Zhang Peiyuan was about to walk to the altar, he frowned and looked at the fog wandering around, which grew more and more with the passage of time.

For some reason, he felt that there was an uncomfortable smell in the mist, a bit ghostly.

"Recently, the world has become more and more uneven." Zhang Peiyuan murmured in a low voice, "I hope this ceremony can expel these evil spirits."

He turned his head to go to the hall, suddenly!
Several people fell from the sky and smashed heavily in the center of the square, in front of Zhang Peiyuan.

When he regained his composure and took a closer look, these people turned out to be disciples from their mountain gate!

But at this moment, they have completely lost their vitality, their seven orifices are bleeding, their faces are as pale as paper, and their deaths are extremely miserable.

Zhang Peiyuan's heart sank, and a bad premonition emerged from the bottom of his heart.

The old Taoist on one side obviously knew these disciples, he stepped forward and shouted.

"Han Yuan! Boxing"

But obviously, the Taoist priest on the ground would no longer respond.

The surrounding fog became thicker, and a strange grin came from the ears of Zhang Peiyuan and all the Taoist priests present.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie!!!"

Zhang Peiyuan immediately looked towards the source of the sound. On the edge of the room at the end of the square, a group of strange monsters stood there.

In the darkness, their eyes radiated a scarlet radiance, and their figures were looming under the mist.

Some were three meters tall and muscular. There were also a group of people whose skin was as pale as paper, with thin bodies and disheveled hair.

But the most frightening thing was the donkey-faced monster in the middle. He was about four or five meters tall, with the corners of his mouth grinning slowly and his eyes gleaming fiercely.

Although Longhushan has dealt with many ghosts and ghosts in recent years, but the real ghosts have not actually been seen with their own eyes.

So at this moment, I saw so many ghosts.

The Taoist priests present were shrouded in a chill and froze in place.

Fear enveloped their hearts deeply (end of this chapter)