Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 4 Father of Heaven

Seeing that Gold Master Chen was stuck in his speech, Wen Lianggong, who was sitting on the side with a small stool, urged: "Then what happened next?"

"How should I put it? Things are completely different from what I imagined. My wife did not cheat on me, but..."

Speaking of this, Chen Jinzhu's face was a bit complicated, with a distorted expression that showed that his secular concepts were being impacted and his psychological defenses were on the verge of collapse.

“For a whole week, the muscular man with dyed yellow hair would come to my house and clean, wash and cook.

But it’s not like he didn’t do anything outrageous. He even kept a sufficient distance from my wife.

But that’s not what breaks me.

Every afternoon, after this yellow guy has finished the housework that my wife should have done, he will be led into our bedroom by my wife.

Then he would lie down on the bed and my wife would lock the door to the room and leave.

He would lie on my pillow and inhale hard, breathing heavily.

Finally, I would take out my shirt and socks that I had taken from the laundry basket and cover my face.

And then there’s…”

Chen Jinzhu couldn't help but shed a tear in the corner of his eyes.

"I really wish I hadn't bought such a good camera. I could hear his voice calling my name so clearly, and that kind of emotion and shouting that was full of fantasy about someone."

Wen Lianggong was severely shocked. Although he was called the Father of the Kingdom of Heaven on the Shudu Internet, hearing this kind of thing still inevitably shocked his mind. After a long while, he grinned and said: "This is also This is the first time Pindao has heard of it."

Gold Master Chen took a deep drag on his cigarette and said, "I finally understand. It's definitely because that girl is lazy, and she just happened to come to my door again. No wonder she feels guilty about me!"

Wen Lianggong: "Then what does Master Chen want to do?"

Jinzhu Chen sighed and said, "I feel much better after talking to you. To be honest, I was in a mess about this matter at first. When I go back this time, I will have a good talk with my wife."

"We really need to talk about it, otherwise we might develop into something if this thing goes on for a long time."

That scene is simply unimaginable. If Huang Mao is not satisfied and wants his wife to get him drunk, he will have to eat some French sticks.

After seeing off Mr. Chen, who had finished speaking with satisfaction, Wen Lianggong, who had finished his meal, digested the information he had just received.

To be honest, this incident impacted his outlook more than what he saw in the mythical world. After all, he had experienced it in his previous life, and he could adapt quickly.

But this is really hard to adapt to.

After practicing Zhanyi Shibatuo and Taiqing Swordsmanship for a while to calm down his mind, he stopped moving when he saw the reminder of increasing proficiency in his field of vision.

It's still a bit too slow. If you want to advance with this practice, it will probably take a year and a half. If you can get a few more mythical auras and turn them into skill points, you should be able to advance quickly.

After finishing his meal in a hurry, Wen Lianggong took off his equipment, opened the drawings he drew in his notes, and was about to take pictures with his mobile phone and transfer them to the computer, when he couldn't help but feel startled.

Looking at the blank notes on the phone screen, I took the phone away, looked at the first draft of the architectural layout that I had drawn all over, and repeated the operation again.

Can't take a photo with your phone? !

Wen Lianggong thought for a while, and then looked back carefully. When he entered the strange world, his body in reality fell to the ground motionless, and he did not make any move to take out the notebook to record, but the records in the notebook were in his eyes. It’s almost full.

Is it fantasy or reality? “Looking at the sun and moon and dreaming about the sky, the facts are just like floating clouds.”

After muttering something in a low voice, Wen Lianggong turned on the computer and carefully copied the information recorded in the notes using the sketchpad tool. The time had already reached eleven o'clock.

Seeing that it was getting late, Wen Lianggong saved the document, turned off the computer, washed himself and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, I finished my morning classes as usual, recited the Taoist mantra several times with hand gestures, had breakfast, washed up and performed rituals, then excitedly turned on the computer, opened the sketches and compared them carefully.

"Main hall, side hall, Taoist temple, garden and vegetable garden... what are these things for?"

Wen Lianggong looked at the towering tower-shaped building and pondered for a moment. A thought flashed through his mind. Could it be a building like the Demon Suppression Tower or the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion?

The more I think about it, the more likely it is. After all, if that place is really the so-called mythical world, the existence of monsters and monsters is also reasonable.

After excluding the list of those to explore first, Wen Lianggong set his sights on the Taoist temple. This place is mainly a place of practice and a college, and the safety factor is relatively high.

A Taoist temple is usually a closed building complex, including Zen rooms, dormitories, lecture halls, courtyards, etc.

It mainly provides a place for Taoist monks to live and study, as well as a place for them to meditate and practice.

It is no exaggeration to say that Wen Lianggong received the opportunity to study further in the past two years. Under the care of his master, he went to practice at Longhu Mountain, one of the main altars of the Taoist sect. At the same time, he had the opportunity to undergo an inspection and was officially ordained, which can be regarded as a Taoist sect. After gaining an official status, he was assigned to a small Taoist temple in the mountains as the temple's master.

This Taoist temple has only been seen on Longhu Mountain. The guy is extremely wealthy, but his grand harmony and spirit, and the continuous buildings seen in the mythical world, seem a bit petty.

Although the passage of time has caused most of the houses to decay, their former glory can still be seen.

This place is definitely less dangerous, so we should head in this direction later.

After thinking about it, Wen Lianggong posted the picture he drew to a special Taoist forum and wrote another paragraph.

'Dear Taoist friends, Pindao wanted to change the name of Changqing Temple to Deyun Temple a few days ago. After filing, it was rejected, saying that the name had been taken. Later, he applied for a special repair fund of 5,000 yuan for the Taoist temple. Pindao wants to expand and repair according to the drawing. I wonder if the first draft of Pindao's drawing can be realized. Is 5,000 yuan enough? ’

After posting the post, Wen Lianggong ignored it. He knew in his heart that posting this was just to invite ridicule. He was just trying to catch fish. There is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in this forum, but most of them are gossips.

If you post it like this, someone will definitely come over to exchange a few words. Then you only need to exchange a few words with the other person, and maybe someone can recognize the buildings inside.

Just ask and no one will answer.

Just wait until he comes back to line up.

After putting on his equipment, eating two slices of green tea, and digesting his food for a while, Wen Lianggong straightened his body and fell straight on the bed. At the same time, his eyes blurred, and he appeared in the main hall again.

I pinched the long sword on my back, and after confirming that I could pull it out with one hand, I subconsciously pressed down on the hilt of the sword that no one else could see in reality. Everything was fine.

(End of this chapter)