Zhutian: Everything starts from becoming a disciple of Uncle Jiu!

Chapter 555: The barefoot immortal looks like he has seen a ghost!

Yizhuang, inner courtyard.

When Zhao Zheng walked into the inner courtyard, the first person he saw was Jiale, who was decocting medicine in the kitchen. When Jiale saw him coming back, he immediately gave him a frantic look, which meant something very simple.
It's you, run away! !
"..."

Your eyes are too slow!
Zhao Zheng was speechless. Looking at his uncle Jiu who was staring at him expressionlessly as he walked out of the bedroom door, he said seriously, "Don't worry, Master Uncle and Aunt Zhe are fine!"

"..."

"Ahem, let me treat the injuries of Senior Brother and the others!"

"..."

"..."

Well, I’m really angry!

Zhao Zheng curled his lips inwardly, and under the expressionless gaze of Uncle Jiu, he quickly walked into the bedroom and looked at Qiu Sheng and the other two who were lying on the bed, even though they were unconscious, they couldn't stop wailing.

Zhao Zheng originally wanted to ask Uncle Jiu whether the treatment was complete or halfway completed, but he thought it would be better not to ask.

A big hand stretched out, and the azure qi light unique to the magical version of the Minghun technique moved, like a blue water curtain spreading out, taking back the painful memories that Qiu Sheng and the other two had experienced.

Then, three streams of light representing healing magic flew out from his palms, sank into the bodies of Qiu Sheng and the other two, and began to heal the bones that were slightly cracked or directly broken because of the ghosts.

However, in the span of a few breaths, Shi Shaojian and the other two's injuries turned from serious to light, and their faces, which had originally turned ugly due to pain, gradually began to return to normal and rosy.

"Okay, stop, don't treat the remaining injuries!"

Looking at Zhao Zheng's healing skills that were becoming increasingly difficult for him to understand, Uncle Jiu spoke with twitching eyelids, and then added.

"Let these three learn a lesson from this."

As long as there was no root cause of the disease, Uncle Jiu felt that the remaining injuries did not need to be treated. The reason was simple. Qiu Sheng and the other two... no, it should be said that Qiu Sheng and the other two really disappointed him.

Not to mention that Wencai was tied up by that somewhat weird female ghost on the spot, and he couldn't even resist, nor could he give any reminders.

Qiu Sheng was even worse. Like Shi Shaojian, he had just seen the female ghost and was bewitched by her beauty. Not only did he forget what to do, but in a few words, he told the female ghost everything he was going to do.

In the end, he was actually abducted by that female ghost!
Moreover, it happened in front of Shi Jian and others. Shi Shaojian and Qiu Sheng were both bewitched and abducted by the female ghost.
Otherwise, he thought that he should not go to the Maoshan headquarters or open a temple in Renjia Town in the future, and just go back to his hometown to farm to avoid embarrassment.

"I will definitely remember this..."

Zhao Zheng whispered, and as he spoke, he retracted his big hand and slightly closed it, silently withdrawing some of the effects of the healing spell, turning the injuries of the three people that were about to heal back into a state of minor injuries.

"I hope..."

Looking at Qiu Sheng and Wencai lying on the bed, Uncle Jiu's eyes were filled with anger and deep helplessness. He then frowned and looked at Zhao Zheng and asked.

"Am I too soft-hearted?"

"..."

Can I say yes?!

Also, can I not answer?!

However, this is the only Uncle Nine.

Of course, this does not mean that Uncle Jiu is a soft-hearted person, but the identities of Qiu Sheng and Wencai are there.

One is a son apprentice who was brought up from childhood, and the other is a half-apprentice who was brought up since childhood. In this era, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai are equivalent to Uncle Jiu's sons.
A son who is dearer to me than my own son!
There may be some cases in the world where children think their mothers are ugly, but there is no mother who dislikes her sons.

Qiu Sheng and Wencai are the two stupid sons that make Uncle Jiu unable to despise them, just like his own children are still his own children no matter how badly they are doing.

This is a reflection of Uncle Jiu’s inner thoughts, and it is also a reflection of the inner thoughts of most people in this era and in the future. This is also the main reason why Uncle Jiu couldn’t do it.

In fact, this situation can be seen from those father-son tomb-robbing gangs and water ghost gangs. When the tomb robbers leave, I can't say all of them, but I can only say 99% of them, the father grabs the rope first and then lets the son go up.

The reason is simple. He is afraid that his son will cut the rope or hit him with a club. As for why he is not afraid of his father cutting the rope, the reason is even simpler. His father makes money for his own child.

The same is true for those who go down to the well to retrieve the drill bit. It is usually the son who goes down, while the father is outside holding the rope.

As for couples...

I won’t say any harsh words. In Zhao Zheng’s opinion, the only people in this world who can treat you well unconditionally are your parents.

For Qiu Sheng and his friend, Uncle Jiu is like a parent who acts as both a father and a mother, like what people later call a male mother.

Seeing that Zhao Zheng didn't say anything and didn't even look at him, Uncle Jiu sighed helplessly and then pointed to the next room.

"What's going on with Four Eyes?"

Honestly speaking, if he didn’t know what Zhao Zheng’s character was like, and if Jia Le hadn’t explained it so quickly, he would have suspected that Zhao Zheng was going to betray his teacher and ancestors.

"Spell - Empathy!"

"???"

"It has just been researched, the specific principle..."

"Shut up!"

Hearing the word "specific principle", Uncle Jiu habitually and subconsciously said the word "shut up". After saying that, he realized that his attitude was wrong, clenched his fist and coughed: "Come on, let me try."

"..."

Master, don't make things difficult for yourself!
Zhao Zheng remained silent. He probably understood what his uncle was thinking, which was nothing more than the six words: "If a son is not well taught, it is the father's fault."

Qiu Sheng and the other two are so useless that Uncle Jiu feels that he is also responsible, so he wants to... torture himself.

"hurry up!"

Uncle Jiu frowned and urged, then raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Zheng and said, "Or do you think your master can't hold on!"

"...I have a new spell that is more powerful than this one...fourth or fifth floor, let's try this!" Zhao Zheng thought for a moment and said.

"What spell?"

"Intestinal poison!"

Zhao Zheng opened his mouth and waved his hand. The spell he made up from Dou Mei's ability, who was second only to the first person, was instantly activated, and turned into a golden light that fell on Uncle Jiu.

One breath,
Two breaths,

Three Breaths——

The number of people in the bedroom quickly changed from five to four. Zhao Zheng looked at his uncle, who stumbled out of the room with a dazed look on his face and ran towards the study, muttering with a strange look in his eyes.

"Is this spell so powerful?"

Thinking of this, he cast a spell to poison himself. Then, he was silent for a moment, opened his mouth and sighed.

"It's really amazing..."

Spell - Intestinal Poison (crossed out!)

Spell——White Moonlight Descends——

In Dou Mei's hands, her ability is to induce weakness in the opponent's heart, but in Zhao Zheng's hands, this spell becomes the White Moonlight Advent Spell, or in other words, it becomes a real beauty trap.

The real beauty trap is different from the fake one. What is the fake beauty trap? It is a coquettish and wanton beauty flirting with you, with seductive eyes, and writing, "Come and play with me."
The real beauty trap,
Probably.

In the morning, the warm sun
On the street, among the bustling crowd.

A man and a woman were walking towards each other. When they passed each other, one of them stopped and turned back slowly; the other one looked back with a smile.

The expression on the woman's face changed slightly after a moment, revealing a sweet smile like when she was studying. She looked at you with her beautiful eyes that turned into crescents because of her smile: "Hey, why are you still as dumb as when you were in school?"

This,
This is the real beauty trap!

Just like... Gao Xiaofeng in Gao Yuliang's mind! Hmm? That's not right either. Anyway, those who understand will understand!!

There is a saying that goes, the lethality of the White Moonlight cannot be stopped even by the White Moonlight herself. This is the essence of Zhao Zheng's White Moonlight Advent Technique, to torture the other party by evoking memories and reminding them of the White Moonlight of the past.

Leaving the bedroom, Zhao Zheng wanted to go next door to see Taoist Simu and others, but when he heard Uncle Jiu's voice in the study,

He thought it would be better not to look at it, so he went to the kitchen, handed the jade pendant containing the ghosts to Jiale, and then left the coffin cemetery.

no other meaning,
It's not that he's afraid of being beaten.
The main thing is... forget it, I’m just afraid of getting beaten!
…………

The next day,

July 17,

As the night faded away, the sky began to shed its first rays of sunlight as the warm sun rose, allowing Zhao Zheng, who had been practicing under the apple tree in the worship courtyard all night, to slowly open his eyes.

What caught my eye was a barefoot old man who was staring at the apple tree, making the many maids in the worship courtyard seem to be unaware of him, or invisible to him.

"Ok?"

"There was something going on upstairs today, so I came down a little late on the day of the Earth God's pardon for sins. Come on, kid, do it as usual... Shit, you... you you you... you you you..."

The barefoot old man opened his mouth wide with a look of "What the hell" on his face, and backed away on his bare feet, staring at Zhao Zheng with wide eyes.

In other words, the barefoot old man looked at the body in front of him, which was like the universe and the infinite, and his eyes were like endless stars. In his breath, he exhaled the clear and turbid air of the universe, sitting cross-legged on an apple tree... A purple-robed Taoist under a bodhi tree.

The Taoist's body is covered with seventy-two colors, and behind his head is a golden wheel of divine light condensed from pure merit. Above the divine light, that is, above the Taoist's head, a purple auspicious cloud that illuminates the heavens floats above, and in the middle of it a three-clawed black dragon is circling and playing, stirring up the cloud's energy constantly.

The auspicious clouds surged, and as the three-clawed black dragon circled, it evolved into one after another... no, it should be said that it evolved into the heavens and myriad worlds that presented chaotic birth and death. Looking at the myriad worlds again, one saw that within the myriad worlds, the Taoist was still the same, and the auspicious cloud black dragon was playing as before, presenting a scene that was cyclical, endless, without beginning or end, infinite, and without beginning or tail.

Looking at the Taoist's back, one can see purple mist rising and vast chaos, presenting a scene of primordial chaos where the great Dao gave birth to one. The scene was endless, and the light that illuminated the heavens was blooming.

Afterwards, there were two statues, one Buddha and one demon, which were also as big as the universe and sat on the left and right of the Taoist. One was compassionate and the other was silent.

The compassionate one is the three-faced and forty-eight-armed Buddha sitting on a twelve-petal golden lotus platform. The three faces of the Buddha are all of great compassion, great purity, and great peace.
But behind it there are infinite worlds that are constantly being destroyed, shattered, and extinguished, practicing the infinite method of destroying the world.

Looking at the Silence One again, it was a three-faced, forty-eight-armed demon sitting on the extremely terrifying bone-viewing lotus platform.

The three faces of the great demon all had indifferent expressions, filled with endless divine power, and his three pairs of eyes all revealed great destruction, great annihilation, etc., which made people feel infinite horror.

But behind it, there are scenes of worlds reopening, prosperity, and enlightenment. The combination of the two is in line with the cycle of life and death, the evolution of yin and yang, and the method of destroying and saving the world by returning to chaos. Such a scene makes the barefoot old man stare with his eyes wide open.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhao Zheng with trembling hands, and made a "baba" sound from his mouth, perhaps out of shock, fear, or something else, which made Zhao Zheng smile slightly.

"Old man, long time no see."

"Aba Aba..."

The barefoot old man spoke as if he was stupid, which made Zhao Zheng laugh and shake his head. He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and a ray of golden light shone into the barefoot old man. The old man's agitated mood finally calmed down.

"You... have achieved Daluo?"

The barefoot old man, or rather, the barefoot immortal, looked at Zhao Zheng in horror. Zhao Zheng shook his head and stood up from the mat.

"No, I just got a clue!"

"..."

Nothing to say,

I don’t know what to say!
The barefoot immortal opened his mouth and subconsciously felt that he had stayed in heaven for too long. Several epochs had passed in the human world. However, when he thought about it, he realized that he had only wasted two days in the mortal world. He felt that,
This kid... Bah, this Taoist...

This former... this...

The barefoot immortal began to struggle with how to address Zhao Zheng. Zhao Zheng, who saw what the barefoot immortal was struggling with, stepped forward and said with a smile.

"Okay, just call me Zheng."

"Okay, A Zheng..."

The barefoot immortal nodded, and then subconsciously asked curiously: "But how did you cultivate so fast? I remember it has only been a year since we last met during the Lower Yuan Festival..."

As he spoke, the barefoot immortal seemed to have thought of something. He gave a look that said, "I understand, I understand," and said respectfully in a low voice.

"Could it be those people from Huoyun Cave?"

"..."

"no?"

"...Yes, that's right. I have already discussed with Huangdi and the others. We will attack the Heavenly Palace tomorrow and seize the throne of the Jade Emperor."

Zhao Zheng said this with a serious face, which frightened the barefoot immortal so much that he looked at Zhao Zheng with wide eyes. Then he slapped his head and suddenly realized, "I was wondering why those guys dared to do that!"

As Zhao Zheng spoke, he saw the barefoot immortal smiling and saying, "Your Majesty, don't worry. Since the Heavenly Lord has approved it, I will not stop you. By the way, Your Majesty, here is the map of the Heavenly Court's army..."

"???"

Are you Doron?
No, you are Doron!!

Looking at the barefoot immortal who had no idea what was going on in his mind, Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes and waved his hands: "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously."

"..."

"Hmm? You're not really taking this seriously?"

"……without!"

Okay, that's it...

The barefoot immortal looked at the map of the deployment of the heavenly army in his hand, and subconsciously looked at the statues of immortals and gods in the temple, but was stunned when he found that they were not in the same world.

"Here, give me a few more this time..."

Zhao Zheng took out a bundle of banknotes and handed them over quietly. He felt that the barefoot immortal was really bold. He actually dared to accept bribes in front of so many immortals and gods. He was not like him, who knew that there was a world between them.

After a while,
The barefoot immortal who had made the deal put away the small stack of silver bills that Zhao Zheng handed over, and then looked at Zhao Zhengdao with curiosity and confusion.

"You really don't remember?"

What he asked was not anything else but Zhao Zheng's memory of being Qin Shi Huang. As for whether Zhao Zheng was not Qin Shi Huang, that was impossible!

"no!"

Zhao Zheng shook his head. Although it was a bit strange, it was the fact. He really hadn't found any memory of himself as Qin Shi Huang in the main world. Of course, but for now, even if he said it wasn't the case, others probably wouldn't believe it.

"oh oh……"

"No, remember to keep it a secret. I don't want to go to heaven now..." Zhao Zheng said. The barefoot immortal nodded to show that he understood, then hesitated and signaled with his eyes to the statues of immortals and gods.

"Don't worry, we are all family!"

Zhao Zheng smiled as he looked at the statues of gods and immortals in the courtyard that were surrounded by incense all day long. The barefoot immortal was stunned when he heard this.

Then, he silently looked at the offerings that had been replaced, as well as the bundles of burning incense in the incense burners of various statues of immortals and gods.

"Besides, heaven is not as interesting as the human world!"

Zhao Zheng spoke, and the barefoot immortal nodded in agreement. The two chatted for a while, and then the barefoot immortal said goodbye and left.

Just before leaving, Zhao Zheng gave him a few boxes of local specialties, and then asked curiously: "What did you say just now? How dare they do that?"

"This one……"

The barefoot immortal looked around and saw that the world opened up by Zhao Zheng was still there. He whispered, "It's not just something that happened in one world..."

As he spoke, the barefoot immortal began to explain, and when he had almost finished explaining, he said in a vivid voice: "This is what happened. You don't know how dark Yuchen Daojun's face was when he saw that world. But to be honest, that Tongtian Sect Master looked..."

(End of this chapter)