I Make History a Myth

　　Lord Long then said, "In those days, everything was in the sky."

　　"Ancestral Dragon bestows all things with their own blood."

　　"So within this world, everything in the body has dragon nature."

　　"I want to pass on your Dragon Summoning Art to awaken the dragon nature of your body, and keep growing this dragon nature."

　　"With a human body, repair the dragon's way."

　　"Finally, he lost his mortal body, turned into a dragon, and soared above the nine heavens."

　　With a human body, the way of repairing dragons...

　　Tian Wen was excited.

　　Huaxia Erlang, who doesn't have a dream of cultivating immortals?

　　Now he finally came into contact with Xiuxian.

　　For a time, the mood stirred up.

　　Under the guidance of Lord Long.

　　Tian Wen sat on the ground and began to practice.

　　I don't know how long it took.

　　Lord Long said suddenly,

　　"Someone is here."

　　Tian Wen, who was practicing, immediately interrupted his practice, turned around and ran away.

　　Forty days.

　　He hides every day, from the patrolmen.

　　I have developed the habit of running away when I meet people.

　　"Not a patrolman."

　　Not a patrolman?

　　Tian Wen was stunned.

　　Not a patrol person, who would come to the mountains and forests in the middle of the night?

　　Soon, Tian Wen heard the sound of rustling footsteps in the silent woods.

　　From far to near.

　　in the dark.

　　An eerie hoarse voice appeared along with the footsteps.

　　"Your Excellency also went to Maoshan to borrow spiritual energy to practice?"

　　Tian Wen looked at the pitch-dark world and was a little surprised.

　　Except for the one who got the adventure.

　　Are there other people who can practice?

　　"The saying of immortals has existed since ancient times."

　　"Three religions and nine streams."

　　"Don't make it your goal to become an immortal and become a Buddha."

　　"Although the world has become the end of the law."

　　"But there is inevitably a legacy left."

　　Lord Long said in a low voice.

　　"Three religions and nine streams?"

　　Tian Wen became curious, "Is he a member of the three religions and nine ranks?"

　　The three religions refer to the three great religions of Taoism, Confucianism and Buddhism.

　　Jiuliu refers to the major schools of Mo, Yin and Yang, and farmers handed down from the ancient pre-Qin period.

　　I didn't expect that I could meet people of three religions and nine ranks here.

　　"No, he's just a left-handed monk."

　　Lord Long said lightly.

　　in the dark.

　　Seeing that Tian Wenjiu didn't speak, the owner of the gloomy hoarse voice spoke again, "I don't know which cultivator your Excellency is from."

　　"But no matter which cultivator it is, it is fate to meet each other."

　　"How did you and I exchange cultivation experience?"

　　When Tian Wen heard the words, he immediately asked in his heart, "Master Long, do I want to communicate with him?"

　　He was curious.

　　How do others cultivate?

　　"Zuo Dao monks have skills but no Dao. It is a waste of time to communicate with them."

　　"Tell him like this and send him away."

　　Saying that, Lord Long taught Tian Wen a sentence.

　　After a while, Tian Wen opened his mouth and said in the direction of the voice, "The world is like a prison, all living beings are suffering, reincarnation is endless, suffering is endless, pity me, the world, there are gods descending from heaven, a mother without birth, a vacuum home!"

　　"Since fellow Daoists are willing to communicate."

　　"Then I'll be waiting for you."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the voice on the other side hurriedly, "It turns out to be a fellow Taoist of Luo Jiao, I'm rude."

　　"Just now I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do."

　　"Excuse me first."

　　The rustling footsteps sounded again.

　　From near to far.

　　It disappeared in a blink of an eye. .

Chapter 22

　　in the woods.

　　Tian Ning stared at the monk Zuodao who was running faster than a rabbit.

　　Frightened and dumbfounded.

　　After a long while, he asked curiously in his heart, "Lord Long, what did you mean by that sentence? It scared him away."

　　"He's a leftist monk."

　　"And the last thing the Zuo Taoist monks want to contact is the people of Luojiao. Do you know why?"

　　Lord Long asked back.

　　"Because Luojiao is vicious, cruel, and fierce?"

　　Tian Ning guessed.

　　Someone who can be avoided by others.

　　It can only be a fierce and daunting sect.

　　"No, it's because Luo Jiao likes to rebel."

　　Lord Long said lightly, "Anyone who is related to Luo Jiao."

　　"They will all be suppressed by the imperial court."

　　"That's why he turned around and left when he heard that you are a Luojiao."

　　"He was afraid of being misunderstood."

　　Tian Ning suddenly understood.

　　Luojiao is like a stone in a quarry, too foul.

　　that no one wants to contact them.

　　In order to prevent the stone from infecting itself with the odor.

　　But the person pretending to be Luojiao.

　　Will there be any bad consequences?

　　An idea popped into Tian Ning's mind.

　　"You hurry up and practice."

　　"do not waste time."

　　Lord Long said in a low voice.

　　When Tian Ning heard the words, he immediately threw away the thoughts just now and continued to practice.

　　……

　　The ninth meeting room.

　　Since the 'Resurrection' report was handed in.

　　With Lin Mingzhen, Lin Daode, Professor Xiao and others as the backbone, the Ninth Office, which is called the Ninth Mysterious Power Jurisdiction, was established.

　　"I didn't expect that under the seemingly unobstructed surface of the Yan Kingdom, there are so many ghosts and ghosts hidden."

　　Lin Mingzhen frowned as he looked at the information posted below.