The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 321 Treasure of Inheritance 1
Just as clerics specialize in exorcising evil spirits and curing diseases, witches have a deep understanding of curses. Every supernatural school in the world has its own specialties.

When it comes to the unique skills of the Xuanmen Fulu Sect, in addition to reciting incantations and drawing talismans, it is the art of invoking immortals and gods to conquer demons, which is commonly known as the magic of shaking people.

Although the gods are far away now and this trick no longer works, the sages of thousands of years still used their ingenuity to find a workaround.

If you can't invite the gods, then you can invite your own elders and masters.

Through the prepared magical instruments and special rituals, the masters who have cultivated the Yin Shen and Yang Shen in the far-reaching Yin Sect can travel to Taixu and send their thoughts to help.

There happens to be a strong person in Maoshan Qingqing who is strong enough to carry out such a difficult operation. Therefore, Zhu Mingyao has properly contacted the opponent before taking action. He found the core position of the space here and immediately took action there.

With strength, backing, and a careful layout, as long as he successfully captures the [Circus] hidden in the void, the fate of the clown and other monsters is already doomed.

The boundless darkness faded, and Zhu Mingyao regained his consciousness from the chaos.

In the rippling clear water, the pond is filled with lotus flowers of various colors in full bloom. The gentle breeze blows, and the bamboo shadows dance. The long and narrow green leaves collide with each other, making a dazzling sound like the clash of gold and jade.

When the familiar yet unfamiliar scene came into view, Zhu Mingyao breathed out gently to relieve the fatigue of the continuous battle.

"The eldest disciple is extremely talented in the way of magical killing. He is not only proficient in his own Taoist arts, but also practiced lightning techniques. Whether he goes out to conquer demons or competes with his colleagues, he rarely encounters opponents."

With his current sharp eyesight, he can naturally see that the so-called world of consciousness is simply a casual talk. This space is clearly a secret realm between reality and illusion, and its level is even far higher than that of a circus tent. On top of semi-finished products.

"Haha, why should I be so polite?" Naturally, there was no other person here. Lin Xuansheng waved his hand casually and asked him to sit down. He had a smile on his face and seemed to be in a good mood.

He twitched his beard and smiled, "Don't you want a Sumeru mustard-like treasure? With such good materials, that thing can be repaired and transformed and passed on to you."

"At that time, my master, the Taoist master of Maoshan, who was the previous generation, was in charge of the sect. To put it bluntly, his Taoist cultivation was only average among the previous sect masters, but the three disciples he taught were outstanding. It’s amazing and stunning…”

"For a moment, the master felt that his life was about to end, and wanted to choose one of the three disciples to take over as the leader. However, the three disciples were all outstanding and it was difficult to distinguish them. Now it was difficult."

This is the mysterious place where his soul was pulled in and taught the Huang Ting Immortal Technique by the master.

"The second disciple was born with a pair of spiritual eyes. He is good at finding dragon acupoints to regulate yin and yang. He is also good at setting up Qimen Dunjia and the Immortal Family's magic circle."

Lin Xuansheng held the trophy in his hands and marveled, "I didn't expect that in this day and age, we could catch a relic of an ancient god."

He was playing with a ball of light and shadow in his hand, and the collapsed colorful tents and Minotaurs inside were clearly visible.

"It was you who was brave enough to weaken the power of the demon's lair to the extreme, and found an opportunity to penetrate the magical weapon. Otherwise, it would be difficult for me to subdue this bull with just a single strike from my avatar."

What's more, no one is digging into the secret of his rapid cultivation, so what right does he have to dwell on it?
Zhu Mingyao gathered his thoughts, walked quickly to a stone table in the distance, and bowed gratefully to an elegant figure.

Lin Xuansheng was silent for a moment and then asked: "Your master has never told you in detail about the origin of the Dharma lineage he inherited from his master?"

"This is all about the grievances of the previous generation. It started more than a hundred years ago..." Lin Xuansheng clasped his fingers lightly on the table and spoke with distant eyes.

"The third disciple is extremely intelligent and good at talismans and spells. He can draw inferences from one example and draw inferences about other cases. He is also able to turn on the mechanical pivots and dare to imagine things that no one has thought of before."

"Thank you for your help, Master."

It's just that he doesn't have any resentment about this. Who hasn't done something secretive? Even if they are as close as parents, it is not possible to be honest with their children about everything.

"What does the leader mean?" Zhu Mingyao blinked his eyelids curiously.

"After thinking about it, the old man set up a test question and ordered the three of them to go down the mountain separately to observe their words and deeds and make judgments."

"After some consideration, the master thought that the first disciple was too arrogant and domineering, and only took action when trouble came. The third disciple was addicted to magic and ignored the compassion of ordinary people. Only the second disciple was gentle and benevolent, and had the heart to promote Taoism and save the people. The position of head has been passed to the second disciple..."

"Is it because the other two disciples were unconvinced and everyone turned against each other in the end?" Zhu Mingyao couldn't help but interjected, thinking that this was really a classic martial arts novel plot. Lin Xuansheng smiled bitterly and said: "It's not a matter of turning against each other, but it's true that they are not convinced. They could still endure it when the master was around. When the master became immortal, the two of them immediately went down the mountain and left, opened their own line, and took over as the second disciple of the leader several times. It was useless to try to persuade them, so I had to put the matter on hold for now and wait for them to slowly change their minds."

"At that time, it was the last years of the Hou Jin Dynasty, and the world was in turmoil. There were great powers outside, looking at each other with eager eyes, and inside there was corruption and tyranny in the court, and people who were traitorous and seeking glory. It was difficult for us practitioners to be alone, and we devoted ourselves to everyone from famous orthodox sects to folk dharma. Among them, there are those who want to save the world, and there are also those who want to take advantage of the situation."

"The second disciple led the Maoshan sect to unite like-minded people from various factions to resist foreign barbarians and kill demons at home. He threw his head and blood and ran around for decades. When the Republic was established and the world was initially settled, there was only a little peace. I’ll go look for my two fellow disciples in my spare time.”

"It doesn't matter if I look for him or not. The senior senior brother just responded with cold words. But the third junior brother was erratic and hard to find. I finally found him, but found that he had gone astray... "

At this point, Lin Xuansheng's face turned gloomy: "You also know that in the age of the Dharma for hundreds of years, no matter how talented a practitioner is, it will be difficult to rise to the top with diligent practice."

"But the third junior brother found a strange way and got the secret method from nowhere. He actually collected countless soul sacrifices and refined it into an evil treasure. He planned to merge with himself and become a ghost and god in the void to live forever, and then seek to transcend the world."

Hearing this, Zhu Mingyao already had seven or eight guesses in his mind.

He heard Lin Xuansheng continue to say:
"The leader naturally couldn't sit idly by when he saw this. After all, this junior brother has murdered hundreds of innocent people. Whether according to Maoshan sect rules or national laws, it is an unforgivable crime. Even though he can't let go Friendship from the same family must also take action to clean up the family..."

"After a fierce battle, this junior disciple died, and his disciples who had blood debts on their hands were also killed. There was only one young disciple who had not done any evil. The master originally planned to take him back to Maoshan to teach Haosheng , but there was a trace of resentment in his heart that could not be overcome, and he refused to do so. He only wanted to wander around the world. Later, I found out that this man had left his hometown and traveled to North America for more than seventy years. "

"So, that young disciple is my master?" Zhu Mingyao asked softly.

"Yes, the sect leader who killed his master was named Lin and Jiuxuan, who was also my late father. I was by my father's side back then and personally witnessed this grudge.

The third junior brother who died was surnamed He, and he was my uncle. Counting this, your master is my nephew. The word "Shou Zhong" in his name was changed by himself after he traveled east to the Federation, which means to guard his master's sect. Loyalty also. "

Zhu Mingyao didn't know what to say for a moment. Zhang Shouzhong had seen his master die in front of him.

Even if he knew that they deserved their punishment, he would not be able to abandon the gift of teaching him in a blink of an eye, treat it as if nothing had happened, and join someone else. No wonder he was vague when talking about the specifics of his mastership.

Lin Xuansheng sighed and said: "In his early years, my father had many battles with foreign enemies, evil powers, and demons, and he left many hidden wounds on his body. Most of the Taoist seniors of his generation were like this. Not long after he cleared the sect of Master He, he Sitting down."

"After decades of troubled times, all sects and sects have lost their numbers. However, I have been elected by all my fellow disciples, so I have shamelessly taken charge of Maoshan to this day."

"After I took over as the leader, I ran around trying to gather all the branches and return to the mountain to revitalize the family.

The master uncle finally put aside his grudges before he died and promised his branch to return to the sect. I have been to your master's place twice before, but he has always been unresolved and did not want to come back. "

"Fortunately, he took a trip last time at the critical moment of life and death, put his past behind him, and agreed to go back with me. Our big family finally got together."

Hundreds of years of vicissitudes passed by with just one word. The gloom on Taoist Qingjun's face disappeared, he patted his thigh gently, and his tone became encouraging.

"Could it be that what you want to give me is..." Zhu Mingyao's mind moved slightly and he asked tentatively.

"Hehe, you clever guy... let's go! Go see something!" Lin Xuansheng was in a happy mood, standing up with a smile and leading him deeper into the bamboo forest.

The grass was green and the flowers were blooming. The two stopped in front of a simple palace.

The door opened silently, and a three-foot-square paper palace was placed on the white stone platform.

The paper house is exquisitely made, with red walls and green tiles, jade pillars and gold bricks that are perfectly spliced ​​together. There are also pavilions, pavilions, exotic flowers and plants, all arranged in an orderly manner. Although the area is limited, at first glance, it feels like there are many layers. , with no end in sight.

If it were just that, it could at most be called a piece of ingenious work of art, but the ethereal light floating on the surface still reveals its otherworldly nature.

I saw countless small talismans flickering on and off, creating many strange scenes. Suddenly, the immortal energy was lingering, and the phoenixes and luan were flying, which seemed to be the holy land of the heavenly palace; The fog is rolling, there are many ghosts and shadows, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, battlefield killings, feasting and feasting, and the hustle and bustle of the market...

The only thing that's a bit disgraceful is that these images are like old video tapes that have been worn out for many years. They are blurred and stuck one after another during the evolution. Looking at the large and small cracks and holes on the paper house, it is like the four characters "almost scrapped". It's written on his face.

(End of this chapter)