I Make History a Myth

　　Just as he was playing, a tinkling sound came from the woods.

　　He subconsciously looked into the woods.

　　All I saw was a handsome young Taoist priest in a bright yellow robe with a bell in his hand.

　　Shaking constantly.

　　behind the Taoist.

　　A tall zombie wearing a dark cyan official uniform with yellow paper on his face raised his arms straight forward, following the rhythm of the bells, jumping and jumping at the same pace.

　　"Zombie..."

　　See the Taoist people and zombies who came out of the fairy tales and strange novels.

　　A hint of fear appeared on Lin Dingxin's little face.

　　"Do not be afraid."

　　With a voice of strange comforting power, the fear in Lin Dingxin's heart was gently dispelled.

　　soothe his spirits.

　　There was a smile on Su Hao's delicate face.

　　He stretched out his hand, touched Lin Dingxin's hair, and said with a smile, "I am also a Taoist priest in Maoshan."

　　"The little guy of the Dingzi generation."

　　"In terms of seniority, you have to call me Shishuzu."

　　Master Uncle?

　　Under the comfort of Su Hao's voice, the fear in Lin Dingxin's heart disappeared inexplicably.

　　He calmed down and asked curiously, "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?"

　　He doesn't remember.

　　In the masters and uncles of Maoshan.

　　There is this one in front of you.

　　"My name is Lin Zhiwei."

　　"The thirty-second generation disciple of the Maoshan School."

　　"As for why you haven't seen me before..."

　　Su Hao laughed, "If one day, you can join the real Maoshan faction, you will be able to see me naturally."

　　"The real Maoshan faction?"

　　Lin Dingxin was stunned.

　　Could it be that the Maoshan faction can be divided into the real Maoshan faction and the fake Maoshan faction?

　　Seeing the stunned expression on Lin Dingxin's face, Su Hao said with a smile, "Those who eat qi will live longer, and those who don't eat will live without death."

　　"The real Maoshan sect is a sect of a group of qi eaters."

　　"It's completely different from the Maoshan faction composed of mortals."

　　"Here, it's just our outer courtyard."

　　"Okay, little guy, I won't chat with you anymore."

　　"Your uncle, I will transport this zombie to the cloudy sky of Jintan Hua and seal it up."

　　"Alas, since the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, the last dragon vein was cut off."

　　"There are more and more demons in this world."

　　"Even if you all put your best effort into it."

　　"It's inexhaustible."

　　"The name of Yaoqing."

　　"It really lives up to its name."

　　Say it.

　　He shook the bell in his hand.

　　Drive zombies.

　　Go up the mountain.

　　Behind him, Lin Dingxin quickly chased after him.

　　But the Taoist in front of him seemed to be walking unhappily, but he couldn't catch up.

　　Not only can't catch up.

　　The distance between the two is getting farther and farther.

　　After discovering this, Lin Dingxin hurriedly shouted, "Uncle Shi, wait for me."

　　Between heaven and earth.

　　Immediately, Su Hao's clear voice sounded,

　　"Xiao Linzi, Uncle Shi has something to do, so I won't wait for you."

　　"Master Uncle, tell me, how can I enter the real Maoshan?" Lin Ding said in news and shouted again.

　　Those who eat qi will live a long life, and those who do not eat will live without death.

　　He also wants to be a gas eater.

　　In the distance, the voice is leisurely, echoing in response,

　　"Fate and fate."

　　"When fate arrives, you will naturally be able to enter."

　　……

　　modern,

　　Lin Mingzhen drove to the foot of Maoshan Mountain. .

Chapter 10

　　Maoshan is one of the ancestral families of Taoism.

　　Lots of tourists.

　　On the sheep intestine trail, tourists are like a long black dragon, surging up Maoshan.

　　"Team Lin, do you think the immortals in ancient myths and legends really exist?"

　　Li Jufu, who came up with Lin Mingzhen, looked at the bright sun on Maoshan Mountain.

　　A feeling of awe swept over.

　　Above Maoshan.

　　Myths and legends are numerous.

　　Countless Taoist immortals have practiced on Maoshan.

　　If those are true.

　　That Maoshan.

　　It's really a fairyland.

　　Lin Mingzhen shook his head and said,

　　"Hearing is false, seeing is believing, and I can't make accurate judgments about things I haven't seen."

　　"But since the above has been qualitative."

　　"Take it as if you really exist immortals."

　　but……

　　Just based on one-sided words from dozens of people.

　　I think there really are fairies.

　　Invest a lot of human and material resources to find it.

　　This is too wasteful.

　　And in case...

　　In case it was finally determined that it was just a farce.

　　I'm only afraid that the qualitative person will become a laughing stock.

　　It can only be said that when people are old, they admire immortality and immortality.

　　so that.

　　lost his mind.

　　A few minutes later, Lin Mingzhen and Li Jufu went to the Taoist Palace.

　　The Taoist Palace is quaint and atmospheric.

　　Sandalwood filled the palace.

　　It smelled a kind of pure meaning in it.

　　It seems that troubles are gradually disappearing.

　　The two entered the Taoist Palace and found the middle-aged Taoist Lin Daode who presided over the Taoist Palace.

　　Li Jufu said politely, "Hello, my name is Li Jufu, this is Lin Mingzhen from the Lin team."

　　"This is our document."