From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

"Yeah~"

When facing the interview, the tall and thin Taoist was very cooperative. After he raised his scissors hand gesture, tourists took photos one after another.

When I got closer, I saw that the man was tall and straight, with white eyebrows extending over his nose, a thick beard, and a black robe with an exquisite light cloud pattern embroidered on the neck. Although his face was full of wrinkles, his eyes, which were always squinting, seemed to be full of energy and a restrained look.

"Wudang Jiangyuan, nice to meet Senior Brother Tiantong."

Jiang Yuan bowed and indicated that so far, judging from his qualifications, the old man in front of him might be ranked in the top five among all the living beings he had ever seen. The fairyland was broken, and the way of heaven was flawed. This kind of world was actually not suitable for living beings who relied mainly on cultivation and comprehension to become extraordinary.

"Greetings, Uncle Master Jiang." Zhang Lingyu greeted him. According to the unified seniority within Taoism, Zhou Meng and his master were on the same level.

"Lingyu, you have a pure mind, which is a good thing, but if you want to return to the true innocent state of mind, you will have to walk in the mud of the world. There is a difference between innocence and stupidity," Zhang Zhiwei smiled warmly, "but I have nothing to say to your uncle Wenqu, he is already on the road."

"Disciples, please remember Master's teachings."

"Well, go play somewhere else."

Zhang Lingyu was at a loss when he heard this and could only walk aside dejectedly. He wanted to come back but didn't dare to. In the end, he just stood there stupidly, allowing tourists to take pictures of the sculpture.

"If it were me when I was a kid, I would have sneaked into town a long time ago. I hope Junior Brother Zhou Meng is doing well."

Zhang Zhiwei turned around slowly, and Jiang Yuan also took a step forward.

"You still have seventeen years to live."

"It's more accurate than I expected."

Zhang Zhiwei put his hands behind his back, and the strength leaked slightly due to his gradually rising thoughts, causing the stone slab to crack into two and a half cracks. If one can recognize the corresponding sect by looking at certain movements, then the same applies to looking at people. What's more, in the realm of heaven and man, heaven and man are one. He heard the curse of ten thousand ghosts.

After taking a few steps, he calmed down his thoughts.

"It's a blessing in disguise, or maybe it's a blessing in disguise. Who knows? If he were 20 or 30 years younger, these youngsters would have a feast for their eyes today. How did the swordsman practice his swordsmanship?"

“Just get faster each time.”

"What if it's too slow?"

“It’s just starting over.”

"But I don't have time."

Zhang Zhiwei gave a slightly cunning smile.

"So Junior Brother Wenqu, please stay with me for the time being. We can get closer."

"Obedience is worse than respect." Jiang Yuan said indifferently. Most people might think that the old Taoist priest was extremely powerful, but only those who had witnessed the demeanor of a celestial being could understand how far the other party had gone in the fifth realm.

A great celestial being is capable of ignoring all kinds of skills and abilities, forcibly destroying a third-level physical body, and using heavenly thunder magic against sword immortal magic. Being in the ancestral temple, there is almost no possibility of failure unless some unusual changes occur.

But before coming, someone had already taken the Yin Spirit out of the body.

If the sword is slow or even breaks, just start over.

As time goes by, ghosts are not without a way out.

If the old Taoist priest ascends to heaven at that time, he will naturally not be able to take care of the consequences. If he goes downhill due to the sword wound and ends his life or dies directly, the poisonous snake will still be by his side.

The Taoist tradition is also a burden.

"Heavenly Master."

Not long after, Zhang Chulan trotted over.

Zhang Zhiwei was a little dazed when he saw the little guy's face. He wondered how Huaiyi had given birth to such a tall and handsome grandson who was so pleasing to the eye.

"Call me Master. Your grandfather taught you the Golden Light Curse and Thunder Method. Although you are not a disciple of Zhengyi, we are of the same lineage. It is reasonable for you to call me Master."

"Grandpa!" Zhang Chulan took the opportunity to climb up the pole without any shyness. "Uh... a little too much." Zhang Zhiwei laughed dumbly.

The three of them walked into a Taoist temple. There was not much clutter inside, and it was used for Taoists to practice meditation on a daily basis.

"Master, what is Brother Jiang doing..." Zhang Chulan was puzzled.

"He and I hit it off right away. Don't mind it." Zhang Zhiwei said, "Okay, Chu Lan, I know what you want to ask. Zhang Xilin is just your grandfather's pseudonym. His real name is Zhang Huaiyi. He once practiced in this mountain, but later had to leave to avoid disaster. But I can only tell you this much now. You can tell me the rest after you get the right to inherit the Heavenly Master."

"Master, I really don't like fighting. Wouldn't it save you a lot of trouble if you just tell me directly? I just want the truth." Zhang Chulan said anxiously.

"Hey, you're just like your grandfather, but you can forgive me for not being able to do it, because what happened back then is also related to the Tianshi system." Zhang Zhiwei replied. He was a bit of a big mouth when he was young, but later on, he was restricted from revealing information at will.

"However, you can ask him, but I don't know how much he knows."

Jiang Yuan took a few Taoist books from the top of the bookshelf. Among them, "Zhuyou Acupuncture and Medicine" was quite interesting. It mainly focused on the use of medicines, combined with a set of acupuncture methods that can be understood by oneself.

Zhang Zhiwei did not say anything to stop them. There were only ten Taoist palaces, so it was inevitable that the other party would find some good things.

"Brother Jiang, I want to ask why my grandfather is wandering around." Zhang Chulan said.

"What's the point? The person is already dead."

Jiang Yuan flipped through the Taoist Canon and said without looking up.

"Just the truth..."

"The truth is used for revenge. Ask the old master if he supports it."

Zhang Zhiwei blew his beard and glared, saying that encircling and suppressing the thirty-six bandits was the right way, but where was this guy taking the child? He was not a good person.

Zhang Chulan sat upright and said resolutely: "I still want to know."

"Isn't it confirmed that your father is dead or alive? Why don't you take care of him first?"

As soon as the words fell, both people present were stunned.

Indeed, Zhang Yude was just missing, and no one had found his body.

Zhang Chulan was at a loss. He had never thought about his father's safety before.

"It's a strange magic." Zhang Zhiwei asserted, and it was a very advanced strange magic. As long as the traces were reduced, attention would gradually decrease. This was unheard of in the world before.

The wooden wall of the bookshelf was pierced by a finger, Jiang Yuan opened the secret compartment and took out a jade slip.

"Secret Records of Cave Heaven"

Zhang Zhiwei remained calm and endured it.

"During the Jiashen year, the head of Quanxing Sect, Wu Gensheng, called on 35 heroes of different backgrounds to swear brotherhood. They were called the 36 thieves by all parties. There were many disciples from famous sects, and one of them was your grandfather.

The matter was leaked by an insider, which caused the reputation to be chopped off. All major sects launched a hunt for them, but there were also examples of them clearing out their own entourage.

Your master's master protected his shortcomings. If your grandfather came back, he would most likely inherit the position of Heavenly Master, accept the Heavenly Master's training, and stop revealing scandals and inside stories. However, Longhu Mountain would have to pay a price, and at that time, Senior Brother Zhang was the popular candidate for Heavenly Master.

Your grandfather didn't want to take away your brother's position and damage the sect, so he has been living away from home for many years."

Zhang Chulan digested it silently, and then spoke again: "So my grandfather is... a thief..."

"No need to test, I don't care." Jiang Yuan put away the Taoist Canon and the jade slips.

"To you, Huaiyi is your grandfather. To the major sects, he is an evil villain who has abandoned the righteous path. But in the eyes of those guys, he is a brother worthy of trust. Good and evil are relative, but can also be transformed into each other. As for me, he was my junior brother in the past, and now I am your master. It's that simple. There is no need to worry about me harming you." Zhang Zhiwei said.

Zhang Chulan heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that not only the Taoism but also the Tianshi Mansion’s principle of protecting the weak was a common tradition.

(End of this chapter)