I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 417 The Headmaster Descends from the Mountain
"Borrowing luck?"

Zhang Jun was also startled when he heard this and asked doubtfully, "Can you still play like this?"

Zhang Shouzheng nodded: "This is the meaning of the existence of the Zhengyi Alliance. If any family encounters a disaster that they cannot survive, they will borrow luck from each other and rely on the huge luck to forcefully overcome the disaster."

Zhang Shouzheng briefly talked about a few cases, all of which were the disasters encountered by the Zhengyi Alliance in the past dynasties. However, the fact that the Zhengyi Alliance still exists today is enough to illustrate the problem.

"When the Quanzhen Sect became big, it triggered a great debate between Buddhism and Taoism, which was an unreasonable disaster in itself. It was said to be a great debate between Buddhism and Taoism, but it was actually an attack on the Quanzhen Sect by all the major religions in the world.

If the Quanzhen Sect was willing to submit to the Zhengyi League back then, with the foundation of the Zhengyi League, it would not have caused the Quanzhen Sect to lose so miserably. "

After saying that, Zhang Shouzheng looked at Zhang Jun and said, "It's not difficult to borrow luck. As long as you wear this purple robe and burn your watch to the sky in the name of the leader of the Lingbao Sect, the Zhengyi Alliance will naturally borrow your luck." Here you go, with just a bit of luck, you can crush Mr. Fu to death."

After Zhang Jun heard this, he was immediately moved. Luck itself is a part of strength. If he can get the blessing of great luck, he will be more confident in dealing with Mr. Fu.

It's just that... Zhang Jun still has some concerns.

"With such an awesome ability, why didn't you tell me about it earlier?"

"This……"

Now it was Zhang Shouzheng's turn to feel a little embarrassed.

Instead, Zhang Shouxin explained: "If you borrow, you will pay it back. The more you borrow, the more you pay back. The luck of the Lingbao lineage is actually bad enough, but they still managed to catch up with a super master like Senior Miaozhen, and they became enlightened in one day." , Ascended to Immortality in the White Sun, to be honest, we all feel that the Lingbao Sect’s luck has been exhausted a long time ago.”

"So, you are worried that I can't afford it, right?"

Zhang Jun asked angrily.

"There are also reasons for this, but it's not because I'm afraid that you will default on your debt. If you can't afford to pay back this thing, God will help you pay it back. It's just that God will double the chance to get your luck back from your side. That's why this lineage of Lingbao Sect is It will become more and more withered.”

Zhang Shouxin's words were already very implicit. In fact, they were also secretly warning Zhang Jun that he must think clearly. If he borrowed this luck, he would have no way out, and he might even lose the entire Lingbao lineage. Get in.

"So that's it."

After listening to Zhang Shouxin's explanation, Zhang Jun thought about it for a while and then decisively agreed.

"Let's do it this way, but seven hundred years is too little luck. Can we have more luck?"

"How much do you want?"

Now the three brothers in Longhushan felt a little unsure.

"It's all borrowing anyway. If you want to borrow, just borrow more. How about making it up to a thousand years..."

……

The sky gradually became brighter, and a ray of morning light in the distance gradually shone on the earth.

"Wow!"

The purple robe unfolded and draped around Zhang Jun's body. The purple robe unfolded in the air, and every strand of it shone with a mysterious luster in the morning light. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the purple robe fell on Zhang Jun like a flowing purple river.

Every pleat falls just right, making it look luxurious yet dignified.

When the purple robe completely covered his body, the rays of the rising sun happened to shine on him, making his whole body surrounded by a faint golden glow.

Zhang Jun lowered his head slightly, and Zhang Shouzheng helped, putting the Taoist crown on Zhang Jun's head.

Although he has short hair, when Zhang Jun raised his head, an unknown Tao charm unfolded, it was natural and there was nothing out of place.

Zhang Jun took the fly whisk from Zhang Shouxin's hand, and with a gentle sweep, he saw the yellow forms written on them rising up in the air, and it felt natural for a moment.

Along with the misty wisps of green smoke, soon, on Longhu Mountain, a long and deep bell sounded.

The bells rippled on Longhu Mountain, attracting many tourists to stop and look up.

"Look!!"

I saw wisps of purple clouds rising in the sky, covering Longhu Mountain in a purple light. Everyone didn't know what it was, but they vaguely felt that the entire Longhu Mountain seemed to be alive at this moment, and some people even faintly I heard the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"

In the back hall of Longhu Mountain, three veteran Taoists walked out of the gate. Seeing the purple energy surging above their heads, the three of them raised their hands helplessly in tribute.

The Taoist on the left looked miserable, and said with great regret: "I'm afraid the Lingbao lineage will be extinct right now!"

"Huh, just forget about the emergence of a land god, ascend in the daytime, defy the heavens and become a Taoist. The luck of the Lingbao lineage is almost exhausted. Now it's ridiculous to borrow so much luck."

The Taoist on the right said with a strange smile.

But after saying that, he seemed to realize that he was angry, and he hurriedly chanted to the Infinite Heavenly Lord silently, and his expression changed, and he also felt a little regretful: "Although the Lingbao lineage is strong, it is sharp, and all the masters in the past have a bullish temper. As everyone knows, although they want to be strong, they have invisibly interrupted their own inheritance."

No matter how awesome the tradition is, the hope of the sect is to pass it on. The decline of the Lingbao lineage from its heyday to the present is not without reason due to their personalities.

If a sect is a pond for raising fish, then luck is the water in the pond. The fish inside is the practitioner.

The deeper the water, the more fish there will be.

However, Lingbao School wants to use the shallowest puddle to raise the largest fish. When the fish is in the puddle, the water in the puddle can barely maintain it. When the fish comes out of the water, it will also use the water in the puddle. Most of them were taken away, and in the end the puddle was gone, and there were no fish left.

But this is the truth, but if you really take it seriously, you have to admire it. At least Taoist Miaozhen, who became enlightened after the end of the Dharma, also gave practitioners like them a shot in the arm.

"Inheriting the destiny of heaven and practicing the way of heaven is also a kind of law. The lineage of Lingbao is worshiping heaven. It is also my Taoist protector of the law. It is a great good thing."

At this time, the old Taoist priest standing in the middle said with a smile, which made the two Taoist priests shut up.

After all, Mr. Fu ran away from Longhu Mountain, and the Miaozhen Taoist lineage came out of Longhu Mountain to cope with the disaster. This is an indisputable fact.

In front of the gate of Beimang Mountain, Zhang Jun was wearing a purple robe, a Taoist crown, and a fly whisk in his hand. Zhang Shouzheng and others looked at his back and seemed to hold their breath at this moment.

When a Taoist monk becomes a monk and goes down the mountain to enter the world, he must wear plain clothes. But it is different now. Zhang Jun wears a purple robe and enters the world in the name of a master. This situation is either designed by Kuang Fu or to slay demons.

"Brother!!"

Zhang Shouxin raised his head and called out softly. He saw purple clouds rising above Zhang Jun's head, dragons roaring and tigers roaring. All these phenomena indicated that a huge force of luck was responding to Zhang Jun's call.

At the same time, other sects also had their own reactions.

In Maoshan, the Taoist priests felt an unusual fluctuation. The old pine on the top of the mountain suddenly gave off an emerald green light. An old Taoist priest said softly: "The Lingbao lineage is really not the master of peace of mind. This is to What kind of luck it is that it can resonate with the world."

In the ancient Taoist temple in Wudang Mountain, melodious piano sounds suddenly floated from the air, intertwined with the bells, forming a wonderful harmony.

A Taoist priest in white stood on the top of the mountain, looked into the distance, and sighed: "The foundation of the Zhengyi Alliance is indeed unfathomable. Although they are not the Fulu sect, they are all from the Taoist lineage. Since they inherit the destiny, I, Wudang, can also join in. It’s lively.”

In Mount Emei, the nuns in the nunnery suddenly felt a warm air flow around them. An old nun opened his eyes slightly, clasped his hands together, and whispered: "Amitabha, I am willing to form a good relationship and resolve all evil calamities. "

In Mount Wutai, the monks in Wenshu Monastery also felt this extraordinary aura. A kind-hearted old monk suddenly opened his eyes, glanced in the direction of Luo City, and clasped his hands together: "Namo Amitabha!"

The green smoke surging in the Qingcheng Mountain incense burner complements the purple clouds.

Several veteran Taoists in Tianshi Cave looked at the purple cloud rolling away from the sky like a giant dragon, with expressions of compassion, regret, and appreciation.

Not long after, the bells on the Tianshi Cave rang and chanting continued. Many tourists who came here with admiration did not know what had happened. It was just that according to rumors, someone on the Tianshi Cave saw a golden light rising straight into the sky and then disappearing.

In Laoshan Mountain, which is far away on the coast of the East China Sea, a clear sea breeze blew by, and waves of chanting like waves came from the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. A middle-aged Taoist priest stood on the beach, looking at the rough sea, and said to himself: "Is this move of the Lingbao Sect to take advantage of the luck of the sea to accommodate hundreds of rivers? It is really a generous move."

With Zhang Jun's burning of the yellow watch, the fate of the entire Taoist world seemed to be affected, and visions of various sects emerged one after another.

For a moment, the vast purple clouds surged and landed on Zhang Jun's head, carrying a huge amount of luck.

Zhang Jun stood outside the threshold of the Taoist temple. As long as he stepped out with one foot, this luck would bless him and at the same time destroy the roots of the entire Lingbao lineage.

If you borrow something, you must repay it. If you don't repay it, God will pay it back. In some ways, it will cut off your Taoist lineage and destroy the roots of your spiritual treasure lineage.

An ordinary person would definitely not decide such a price easily, but Zhang Jun did not feel burdened and looked back at the Taoist temple.

I originally thought that the Taoist temple would be built by a loving teacher and a filial piety, but the Taoist temple would be built peacefully over time, but I didn’t expect that the Taoist temple would be built, but the master would take the first step.

Since the master is not here, what's the point of staying here? I'm just suffering from my senior brother, and I will be alone on Beimang Mountain from now on.

He bowed his hands towards the main hall where his senior brother was enshrined, and then walked out of the Taoist temple impressively under the gazes of Zhang Shouzheng, Xu Xin and others.

The moment Zhang Jun stepped out of the threshold, the entire Beimang Mountain seemed to tremble, and huge auras gathered from all directions.

As Zhang Jun stepped out, the threshold of the Taoist temple seemed to have become a bridge to the endless world of purple clouds.

His figure looked taller and taller in the morning sun, and the luck that was about to turn into reality was like purple ribbons, wrapped around him,
The three brothers Zhang Shouzheng looked at each other, then they all knelt down and recited poems to see Zhang Jun off.

“The Immortal Path always brings good fortune, and the Ghost Path always brings misfortune.

It is high and clear, spiritual and beautiful, and its tragic song is loud in space.

I only hope that immortality will be achieved, but I don’t want humanity to be poor.

There are thousands of ghosts in Quanqu Mansion, the northern capital.

But if you want to restrain others, you will be calculated. Cut off the door of life.

Ah Ren Ge Dong Chapter. Take pictures of Beiluofeng.

Chant the Zoroastrian Demonic Spirit. Kill the six ghost fronts.

The weather is turbulent. I am prosperous! Congratulations on sending Master Master off the mountain! ! "

(End of this chapter)