Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 117 The First Arrival of the Republic of China
fog?

Meng Fan noticed the abnormality immediately.

Today is different!
Although he was still puzzled by the principles of the fog and the intentions of the owner of the strange voice, he was not the ordinary person who could not resist the unknown.

The canopy ruler that was casually placed on the wooden table was grabbed, and the people's plate and the site were all opened, and the energy of gossip and five elements circulated in it.

Moreover, in just a short moment, he who had just taken the new yellow talisman and was about to continue drawing the Liujia evil-eliminating talisman, changed his pen and directly wrote the invitation talisman.

God's Name: The Great Demon-Suppressing Emperor of the Three Realms, the Divine Power is far-reaching, the Heavenly Lord is the Guan Sheng Emperor.

To be honest, Meng Fan was not worried that the mist would be detrimental to him.

First of all, there is no change in the portrait of the ancestor enshrined in the main hall downstairs, as well as the true spirit of Dan Tian Fu Mo Bu Shuai.

Secondly, if the Lord of the Mist had any murderous intentions, why didn't he use it in the first place.

At that time, I was a mortal.

At the moment, he has become a member of the Shangqing Sect, leaning against his master's sect. He says that he is a member of the Shangqing sect, with Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun and Taishang Daodao as the highest gods, and his direct ancestor is Tao Tianshi.

If there is anything fishy in it, the elders of the master's sect will not sit idly by and ignore it.

To be honest, Meng Fan was very grateful to Mist for allowing him to escape from the ordinary world and enter Taoism, and embark on the path of cultivation.

As his thoughts whirled, he lowered his guard slightly and asked in a declarative tone:

"You should be able to communicate."

A canopy ruler in one hand and a magic talisman in the other.

There are people and earth around you to protect you.

Perhaps this gesture shocked the fog, or perhaps He had other ideas. At first, the indistinguishable voice of male and female sounded:

"Three questions."

"I can answer your three questions."

There was a hint of helpless compromise in his words.

"What is your purpose?"

"Cultivate a transcendent person, don't worry, I have no ill intentions. Dantianfu Demon Academy and Tao Tianshi are all staring at this place. They are paying attention to this place."

The answer came through the mist.

Hearing this, Meng Fan sighed in his heart:
The first thing to do when you come out is to rely on your background.

Even if his cultivation level is low, as long as he kowtows to the ancestor and officially joins the Taoist sect, the ancestor will not ignore him.

"Where are you going this time, can you come back?"

There are clearly two issues.

However, Miwu was silent for a moment and still gave the answer: "1913 in the Western calendar, the second year of the Republic of China, different time and space."

"After completing the mission, you can return to this world where ghost energy is revived at any time."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Obviously, the answer to this question can only go so far. As for the so-called mission, Meng Fan estimated that it was to kill some evil spirits.

And this time period is probably the world of Uncle Jiu.

"Let's ask the third question later, save it for now."

"..." Misty.

After all, Meng Fan is an orphan and doesn't have much desire to return to his original world. On the contrary, here he has a house, a car, a fiancee, a master, a junior brother, Uncle Feng, and some colleagues who have been through life and death.

At the moment, there really aren't many important questions to ask. Safety and return can be guaranteed, so it's better to leave a chance and wait for any important things to happen in the future. It's not too late to ask again.

From beginning to end, Meng Fan never worried about life or death. After all, he had confidence in his own strength.

"Since this is the world of the Republic of China, gold is an indispensable hard currency. There happen to be twenty pieces in the safe in the next room. Take one..."

The voice did not fall.

Meng Fan was completely swallowed up by the mist, and his figure completely disappeared into the study, along with the canopy ruler, the peach wood sword, the Sanqing Bell placed on the table, and the newly painted talisman.

Because I was at home on vacation and had just finished lunch.Moreover, when you reach this state, you only need to be sincere, and there is no need to be rigid about wearing Taoist robes, so suddenly, Meng Fan, who arrived in another time and space, looked like this——

White shirt, trousers, leather shoes.

He was carrying a gift box in his hand, which contained things about conquering demons.

The second year of the Republic of China.

The "Conditions for Preferential Treatment from the Qingqing Royal Family" comes into effect.

Yangcheng.

Although it was the foreigners who used strong ships and cannons to open the door of this city, becoming a trading port still brought certain benefits to a certain extent.

At least the streets are getting busier.

Name: Meng Fan.

Identity: An intellectual who returned from studying abroad, and the personal disciple of Taoist Master Qianhe.

After digesting the memory, he felt a little messy.

How can these two identities come together?
In his early years, he studied Maoshan Technique from his master. Later, he discovered that Taoism can only save people's lives and kill demons, but it cannot change the numb souls and spirits of the Chinese people. So he bid farewell to his master and went to study in the European continent.

The reason why it is not studying is because I have been studying in Maoshan since I was a child. I don’t have any diploma and can only travel to study, and the word "lv" is mostly used.

So, with the support of his master, Taoist Master Qianhe, Meng Fan took two gold bars and embarked on an ocean cruise. While experiencing the exotic scenery, he gained knowledge in the libraries of various universities and caught some exotic ghosts and monsters. do research.

Good guy, he looks very much like the gentleman who gave up medicine to pursue literature and owned countless trumpets! ! !
It's just that this identity means abandoning Taoism and following literature.

"After all the detours, I finally joined the master. It's great."

"Taoist Master Qianhe, a zombie from the frontier royal family?"

"By the way, I also have an uncle who followed the fashion and got a pair of glasses. Therefore, he was nicknamed Taoist Priest Four Eyes. He lives in the Miaoman land of Wuxi in western Hunan..."

Looking at the handsome guy standing alone on the street, holding a salute and muttering to himself, not knowing what to say, the vendors and pedestrians passing by felt uncomfortable.

After all, Meng Fan looked like a wise man who had drank foreign ink.

Especially the big gold Rolex watch on his wrist, sparkling in the sun, which made the pawnshop owner not far away look straight at it.

Gold, mechanical watches, and gadgets are valuable!

"It may take a while to get from Yangcheng to Xiangxi, but there is no rush."

Meng Fan casually found a wonton stall and sat down, ordered a bowl of wonton noodles, continued to think secretly in his heart, and took out a letter from his trouser pocket.

This is his reason for returning home.

Master Qianhe Taoist Priest asked someone to contact his eldest disciple Meng Fan and told him that he had accepted a big job and was going to escort the border royal family to the capital. Fearing that something might happen on the way, he asked him to wait at his uncle's Taoist Priest Four Eyes. It is expected to be in August or September. Arrival, master and apprentice meet.

It's just the beginning of summer, and there are still at least three months to prepare.

"Sir, three cents a bowl."

Wonton noodles were brought to the table.

A little girl of seven or eight years old spoke abruptly, fearing that Meng Fan would be a freeloader.

Not far away, a middle-aged man guarding a pot smiled and said: "This gentleman is different from ordinary people. He looks like he has drank foreign ink..."

The words are very simple.

The stall owner was making a joke on his little daughter.

But Meng Fan really didn't have any silver or copper coins on him. He spent all the remaining money on buying a ticket to return home, a first-class luxury cabin, and now he still has a few thick stacks of Hong Kong dollars in his trouser pocket.

Do people recognize it?

Of course, there is no need to worry.

Since he is a Taoist child who has the money to see the world with his eyes open and go abroad to study, he must have valuable hard currency on him.

Three years later, those two large yellow croakers were cut down to the size of a thumb. You can easily sell them at any pawn shop or bank and become a rich man again.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan thought of his master who was unsmiling but silently cared for him along the way.

This peak competition must be won!
We must not let the underworld situation of "poverty and incompetence" appear!
(End of this chapter)