Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 150 Qingwei Mountain

Without the worry of entering the world of mythology, Wen Lianggong progressed very quickly, immersed in the joy of his practice.

When he came back to his senses, he looked at a huge and gorgeous fireworks released at the foot of the mountain, and then the fireworks continued to explode in the air, creating extremely brilliant sparks.

At this time, he took out his new mobile phone and looked at the date, his expression suddenly enlightened.

"It's already New Year's Eve!"

It turns out that two months have flown by.

And his mountain-building skill was successfully upgraded yesterday.

'Mountain-Making Technique (the power of nine oxen and one tiger, the third level of building a mountain by taking advantage of the situation, the third level of iron-grinding strength, immovable as a mountain, perfect in one's career, 2/8000)'

The Thirty-Sixth Way of Rolling Dragon Fist has also been promoted to the level of mastery without realizing it, and it has derived the characteristics of a strong back and a strong waist. It only takes one more step to completely perfect it.

He raised his head and looked into the distance. After New Year's Eve, the death of the second senior brother in Qingwei Mountain would naturally be put on the agenda, and it was in line with Master Chen Ziren's instructions.

The death of second senior brother Zheng Zhijing needs to be explained even if it is a factional struggle within the Qingwei sect.

Ding dong.

I looked at the blessing messages sent by many people in WeChat on my mobile phone, and also looked at the huge sum of nearly 20 million that I received after the lock sheet was shipped a few days ago.

A smile appeared on his face.

Life has to be so simple and unreliable.

That night, Wen Lianggong prepared a large table of dishes by himself, served four jars of rice wine, and ate and drank alone until late at night. Watching the Spring Festival Gala, which was getting worse and worse, he felt a little tipsy after the New Year, and then he lay down on the bed contentedly and fell into a deep sleep. Go to sleep.

No matter how you say it, you have to pay attention to a sense of ritual.

After a night of violent collisions with painted skins in his sleep, Wen Lianggong felt refreshed the next morning, packed up some clothes, put on a set of casual clothes, carried a hiking bag and went straight down the mountain.

He is really empty-handed now. The horse-killing sword he picked up from Luo Fengxian has been lost in the mythical world, and the custom-made heavy sword has been completely shattered.

The heavy mace and phoenix-wing boring machine obtained from Chang Sheng are like a dream, they are all false.

It’s all because I don’t have a magic weapon in my hand, which limits what I can learn in terms of cultivation!

The journey was uneventful, and we arrived at the foot of Longhu Mountain. Qingwei Mountain is an undeveloped peak behind Longhu Mountain, and tourists are basically not allowed to go there.

There is no road built, only a man-made winding mountain path leading directly to the top of the mountain.

Looking at the familiar mountain peaks, Wen Lianggong was in a trance, recalling all the events of the past.

It seems like I haven't been here for almost seven years.

Even if the Luotian Festival was held in Longhu Mountain that year, he only read about it on the news. After all, with his rank as a monk, he still couldn't receive an invitation.

On the first day of the new year, there was an endless stream of pilgrims on Longhu Mountain. Even at the foot of the mountain, the smell of incense was very strong.

However, Wen Lianggong did not go to the main mountain. Instead, he bypassed the main road and took a branch road to the edge of the trail.

He looked at the bumpy road and couldn't help but sigh.

No wonder people say that to get rich, you must first build roads. Look, if there was a winding road up to Qingwei Mountain, it would be so withered. Some travelers would follow this path and look at the Taoist temples on Qingwei Mountain.

At that moment, he no longer hesitated. The wind was blowing under his feet. In just a few hours, he arrived at the Qingwei station at the top of the mountain, Qingwei. Wen Lianggong shook his head secretly as he looked at the clear and micro plaque above the Taoist temple gate that had lost its color due to exposure to wind and sun.

This guy is inferior to the Changqing Temple on Shudao Mountain. At least the management staff of Shudao Mountain Scenic Area specially mixed gold paint to color the plaque of his Taoist temple in the past two years.

Before entering the Taoist temple, Wen Lianggong heard a series of arguments.

"Master, times are different now. We must keep pace with the times. No matter what we do if we stick to such dogmatism, I already told Senior Brother Liu that he is rich and asked him to help us get on the road first. Then we will naturally have a lot of money. This will The Po Tao Temple will naturally have the funds to give it a new look!”

"What kind of broken Taoist temple?!" A slightly old and angry voice sounded in the Taoist temple.

"Do you know that your ancestor spent ten years building this Taoist temple? The three of you, your uncle and your uncle, shouldered cement on their shoulders, carried red bricks on their backs, and carried steel bars. They built this Taoist temple step by step! What are you talking about!"

The slightly younger voice said sincerely: "Master, don't you look at how well Liu Changming has developed in Shudu. Everyone who knows him respects him as Sir. His Feng Shui skills are as good as Master Liu's. Just to give Those rich people can make millions a year just by looking at Feng Shui."

Wen Lianggong raised his eyebrows. He finally recalled who the owner of the voice was. It was Cao Jin, the eldest disciple of Uncle Zhu Anshan.

He pushed the door open and saw Zhu Anshan and Cao Jin standing in the yard with red faces, both blowing their beards and staring, neither of them convinced.

"Who?"

Cao Jin looked at the door of the Taoist temple and saw a figure with a majestic figure appearing, moving his hands and feet like a dragon and a tiger, he couldn't help but his breath stagnated slightly.

"It's me." Wen Lianggong responded.

Hearing this slightly familiar voice, Cao Jin squinted his eyes and thought for a while before he said uncertainly: "You are Uncle Liu's third disciple, Wen..."

"Be a gentle, respectful and thrifty Wen Lianggong."

Wen Lianggong raised his eyebrows and saluted politely: "Uncle Zhu has good eyesight. Now that I'm here, most of my old friends are unknown to me, but I don't want to be recognized by Uncle Zhu first."

Zhu Anshan grinned when he heard this. Wen Lianggong was a little transparent in Qingwei Mountain back then. If it hadn't been for Chen Ziren's sponsorship, it's unclear whether Wen Lianggong would have been accepted.

Cao Jin on the side opened his mouth silently. He actually wanted to say that he was the first to recognize it. If he hadn't prompted him, how could Zhu Anshan have guessed it.

He glanced at Zhu Anshan silently, and wisely kept his mouth shut. The quarrel just now had almost provoked Zhu Anshan to take action, and now it was more practical to remain silent.

Someone came to attract attention, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This stubborn old man can't make any sense no matter how hard he tries.

"Have you taken hormones in recent years? Why have you changed so much!"

Zhu Anshan looked at Wen Lianggong in amazement, which was really related to the person who was so thin and frail that he seemed to be blown apart by a gust of wind.

Wen Lianggong smiled slightly. With the blessing of Zhan Yi Shiba's burly physique and the strong back and waist characteristics of Gunlong Fist, even with a normalized body, it was difficult for ordinary people to reach the height and physique.

"I have felt that my body and bones have been weak these past few years, and my Evergreen Temple has nothing to do on weekdays. There are very few pilgrims, so I just practiced martial arts. Unexpectedly, my talent and bones are not bad, and they have developed a second time."

With that said, Wen Lianggong compared his biceps and said with some satisfaction: "As a result of my hard work and study in the recent period, my muscle content has also increased, and I look much stronger than before."

Zhu Anshan: "..."

(Sorry, there should be typos, but the author really couldn't hold on anymore. He seems to be infected with mycoplasma and needs to rest. I will get up and revise it tomorrow morning)

(End of this chapter)