Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 82 A mythical atmosphere

In the same line of inheritance, if you have face, you have dignity, and you also have the roots to accept the inheritance.

The third senior brother, Xie Yuanjie, is the most talented and the best fighter in their lineage. Although the second senior brother is mediocre in talent, he is not as good as the first senior brother in terms of cultivation, ritual practice, kung fu and kung fu, but he is the most talented. A simple and down-to-earth person, if you want to pass on the lineage, you need such a person. If nothing unexpected happens in the future, the second senior brother will be the person in charge of his lineage of Qingwei Sect.

When Wen Lianggong chose to be a Taoist priest, apart from the fact that he could only be a Taoist priest, it was also because there were people supporting him.

Chen Ziren asked him to go back, and Wen Lianggong vaguely guessed something in his heart.

"When did this happen."

"A month ago."

Chen Ziren said in a low voice: "I didn't let you know at the beginning because it was inappropriate for the time. Although you have an easy-going temperament, you are a little indifferent on the inside and your temper is a little extreme. If you knew about it, you might cause other troubles."

Chen Ziren is indeed very accurate in judging people. When Wen Lianggong traveled here, he felt that he was out of tune with this world and treated people indifferently.

After all, this world was completely incompatible with his original world history. Even the name of the country was called Xia Kingdom, and some places even followed the ancient system, which he couldn't stand.

It can be said that at that time, he regarded everyone in this world as NPC. If he hadn't met his master Chen Ziren, senior brother Liu Changming, second senior brother Zheng Zhijing, third senior brother, and fourth senior sister, he would have been the fifth.

Only then did I realize that the people in this world are flesh and blood, rather than a digital game world. If I want to integrate into it, I am afraid it will take longer to adapt.

Wen Lianggong said calmly: "What was the cause of death?"

Chen Ziren said: "It's just a dispute over the orthodoxy. We lost the battle. We'll talk about it in detail when you come back."

He added: "Although your second senior brother is not very talented, he is still much better than you. He is also diligent and hard-working. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he is also considered a master. It's a pity that he is not as good at chess."

"..." Wen Lianggong looked a little embarrassed: "Master, there is no need to pay such attention to me."

Although Chen Ziren's tone was calm, how could he not hear the pain and anger in his tone after having been together for so many years.

"Okay." Chen Ziren snorted softly, with a hint of fatigue in his words, and then said in an unquestionable tone: "You won't be able to come back until spring."

"I see."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Lianggong sat on the steps for a long time, and the falling snow in the sky became more and more dense.

Suddenly, traces of palpitations crept into his heart, causing his eyes to move slightly.

The sky was thick and gloomy, and the surrounding colors were slightly distorted, casting a layer of gloom.

He looks up to the front.

The big characters "Jingang Temple" quietly jumped into his eyes.

What surprised him was that the corpse of the monk whom he had killed into a mummy disappeared, and even the cracked masonry was restored to its original state.

Wen Lianggong twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled out Long Yuan, stepped slightly, climbed over the wall and went in directly.

In less than half a second, Wen Lianggong climbed over the wall again and looked at the door solemnly.

When Marder entered, there were hundreds of monks. As soon as he turned in, they all stared at him with a pair of dead fish eyes. The sense of danger rising in his heart almost made him think that he would be completely dead in the next second.

After pondering for a long time, Wen Lianggong stepped forward and knocked on the door again.

The door opened a crack, revealing a head that was the same as before, but with a slightly different appearance.

"Did the donor come to offer incense?"

"Of course!"

Seeing that the monk's door was a little open, Wen Lianggong followed suit, put away Long Yuan, stretched out his hand to hold down the opponent's head, covered the opponent with his blood-filled palm like a cattail leaf, directly grabbed the opponent and smashed it to the ground, and smashed the brick again The stone cracked. Boom!

Wen Lianggong didn't bother to draw his sword, and used his fists like hammers to hit the opponent's head dozens of times. He didn't stop until he saw the kill prompt on the attribute panel.

After pondering for a while, Wen Lianggong stepped forward and closed the door on his own initiative, then knocked on the door again.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!

After a while, a bright round head poked out from the crack of the door that was suddenly opened.

"Is the donor here to offer incense?"

Wen Lianggong grinned, with an inexplicable smile on his face, which looked a little scary.

"of course."

As he spoke, Wen Lianggong stretched out his hand to hold the other party's door.

In this way, the monks of Nine Lives Vajra Temple were killed in succession.

‘Ding, you killed the monk of Vajra Temple, the accumulation of mythical aura is completed, you get a mythical aura, skill point +1. ’

Looking at the prompts on the attribute panel, Wen Lianggong couldn't help but show excitement on his face. This was like trying to get the mythical aura!

If I had known this was the case, why would I have been dawdling for so long?

Tuk Tuk Tuk!

When he came to knock on the door again, the door slowly opened after a while, revealing a huge head, which made Wen Lianggong's movements slightly stiff.

"Is the donor here to offer incense?"

The other person's face was full of flesh, his face was ferocious, and he had fangs, but his words were surprisingly peaceful.

This head was almost two and a half times as big as Wen Lianggong's head. The other party's height was absolutely astonishing, at least 2.23 meters tall.

Wen Lianggong, who had been frozen for a while, lowered his hand, nodded slightly and said, "Yes, come and offer incense."

Hearing this, Monk Fang opened the door of the Vajra Temple, seeming to completely ignore the mummies piled up behind Wen Lianggong, revealing his body covered with knotted muscles, his skin was blue and black, and veins as thick as earthworms were crisscrossed under his skin. , the muscles all over his body are as if cast from gold and iron, as if they carry a hint of the Vajra Dharma.

This seemingly extremely vigorous physique is in sharp contrast to the skinny monk who was previously naked.

The tone of the fanged monk still had the same tone as the skinny monk before, without any ripples or emotions.

"Please come in."

Wen Lianggong compared it in his mind and hesitated a little. He was judging whether he could quickly deal with the guy in front of him.

This fanged monk appeared because he had obviously killed so many mummy monks that the other party had upgraded their troops.

After pondering for a while, Wen Lianggong took a look at his current four-point physique. If he added three points to his physique in one go, he should be able to achieve another qualitative improvement.

But if the gap between physical fitness and mental fitness is too big, it will not be a good thing.

This matter needs to be considered, but this is the trump card he relies on. He cannot use it until the critical moment. It can save a life at the critical moment.

Besides, you still have to save up to upgrade to Mountain Skill.

While pondering, Monk Fangs saw that Wen Lianggong did not move, and his expression gradually changed. If it was Gu Jing Wubo before, now he can gradually see a hint of sinister look.

Absolutely no entry!

In other words, you can’t be invited in!

Wen Lianggong's heart moved, and the iron-grinding strength suddenly spread throughout his body. The invisible shackles in his body seemed to fall off, and his body made a sound.

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