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

Chapter 559 Zhao Zheng: Did I say you are the Three Mao Zhenjuns?! (23/39)

A few miles outside the Yizhuang,
In the woods.

Shi Jian turned into a flash of lightning and landed with Shi Shaojian. As he landed, the surrounding Yi Mu essence gathered. A small part of it entered Shi Shaojian's body to maintain his vitality, and the rest of the pure Yi Mu essence from heaven and earth turned into huge wooden stakes that were difficult for one person to hug.

Then, as if controlled by an invisible giant hand, in the blink of an eye, a palace with an ancient style was built in front of Shi Jian.

Shi Jian raised his left hand, and out of his wide cuffs came magic cloths and formation flags, which fell into various positions around the hall according to the orientation and formation structure.

After doing all this, Shi Jian frowned as he looked at Shi Shaojian who was held in his right hand. He pinched a seal with his left hand, pointed a finger at Shi Shaojian's forehead and shouted, "Return your soul and gather your spirit..."

"Awake!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Shaojian's three souls and seven spirits scattered between heaven and earth were forcibly summoned. With a cold snort from Shi Jian, Shi Shaojian's reunited soul and spirit automatically sank into his body.

Shi Shaojian's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened wide, his eyes and face were filled with fear. It was obvious that his memory was still stuck on the scene before he was scared to death, but his face lit up with joy after seeing Shi Jian.

"Dad, that's great, you came to save me, Qiu Sheng and the others and that female ghost..."

"Hmph, tonight, as your father...and your master, I will let you seek revenge for your grievances!" Shi Jian's face was extremely ugly. A trace of heartache flashed across his eyes as he looked at Shi Shaojian's fearful expression.

After saying this, he supported Shi Shaojian, who was unsteady on his feet, and walked towards the main entrance of the hall in front of him that he had built using the Wood Pillar Method.

"Follow!"

"Yes, Dad!"

Shi Shaojian followed with great joy in his heart, secretly thinking that his father really loved him and even turned against Uncle Jiu for him.

Shi Shaojian didn't know what he was thinking, but he was right. Shi Shaojian was indeed prepared to fight with Uncle Jiu because of him, but it wasn't all for him.

Or,

It’s not entirely because of Shi Shaojian.

Shi Jian was ready to fight Uncle Jiu because he suddenly understood why he missed that step last time during his retreat.

Stopped at the realm of semi-immortality!

This was because he still had one more person to overcome, and the "person" in this "person" referred to Lin Jiulin Fengjiao.

Thinking about the past and combining it with the enlightenment in his heart, Shi Jian understood that tonight... might be the time for him to truly take that step, the time for him to truly step into the path of immortality.

"Lin Fengjiao, ah, Lin Fengjiao, I hope... you won't let me down..." Shi Jian thought silently as he looked towards the charity cemetery.

Looking at the Three Mountains Alliance, he is not afraid of anyone of his same generation, or the previous generation. The only person he is afraid of is his junior brother, who was as good as him and even better than him in some aspects, or Lin Jiulin Fengjiao.

Thinking of this, Shi Jian's memory could not help but go back to the day 24 years ago when he and Lin Fengjiao went to the top floor of the Sutra Library to select the sect's martial arts.
The day before Lin Fengjiao went down the mountain...

"It was obviously you who went to the top floor first, but why didn't you choose the Lightning Thunder Fist..." Shi Jian still couldn't understand why Lin Jiu didn't choose the Lightning Thunder Fist, which is known as the best attacking technique.

Instead, he chose the Immortal Binding Method and the Three Religions Immortal Beheading Method, which are said to be able to kill even immortals, but there are no immortals to kill in the world.

He felt that Lin Jiu did it on purpose and deliberately did not choose the Lightning Thunder Fist, just to... disgust him.

Yes, Lin Jiu was disgusting him!
In the eyes of others, Lin Jiu's action at that time was to help his eldest brother who was determined to inherit the position of the next headmaster of Maoshan.

But in his opinion,

Lin Jiu was insulting him!

He even thought at that time that if Lin Jiu chose the Lightning Thunder Fist, he would destroy his innate thunder spirit body, and then compete with Lin Jiu.
Let's see who between him and Lin Jiu is the most suitable successor to the position of Maoshan's leader. Unfortunately, Lin Jiu went down the mountain the next day.

Not only did Lin Jiu go down the mountain to open a hall, but not long after, just over a month, Taoist Yimei also withdrew from Xing Hall and went down the mountain. Only Zhaixing had not gone down the mountain yet!

However, although Zhaixing did not go down the mountain, this guy was running around the world and he could not meet him at all, so he could not even find a junior brother who was qualified to fight with him.

So that
He could only fight with those elders!

As for the other junior brothers, it’s not that Shi Jian looks down on them, okay, he just looks down on them, and those people are all not qualified.

"It's been twenty-four years... You have practiced some thunder techniques now, and you have also made some innovations..." Thinking of the palm thunder emitted by Lin Jiu with the soles of his feet, Shi Jian's mouth curled up.
Thinking about Lin Jiu's attitude just now, the corners of his mouth curled up even more. He felt that this was Lin Jiu.
This was the junior brother from that year, the one who, besides him, was crowned by the sect master as one of the successors to the Maoshan Sect Leader, or in other words, Lin Jiulin Fengjiao.

"Come on, let me see if you have made any progress in the past twenty-four years. Are you also half a step away from becoming an immortal like me?"

Shi Jian's eyes were filled with an extremely fiery fighting spirit, and because of his fighting spirit, even the night sky was filled with rolling dark clouds and endless thunder.

at the same time,

Not far from the gate of the charity cemetery.

Uncle Jiu frowned as he watched the ever-changing celestial phenomena in the night sky, as well as the murderous intent directed at him.
He looked at the three disciples who were following him, or rather, at Qiu Sheng and the other two, and sighed in his heart. Then, after seeing Zhao Zheng, he felt fortunate that Lin Jiu at least had a promising disciple who could pass on his heritage.

After feeling thankful for this, Uncle Jiu looked at the extremely quiet charity cemetery in front of him and began to feel thankful that Simu and the others had gone back during the day, and he was even more thankful that Zhegu and Yimei had not returned yet because of something.

"Well, maybe he didn't come back because of something..."

Zhao Zheng, who saw through Uncle Jiu's thoughts, looked with his divine eyes at Zhe Gu and Yimei Taoist who were temporarily locked up by Huayin Patriarch in the underworld, and then looked at Qiu Sheng and Wencai.

Although they were a little angry with him, they had no complaints against him. They were just thinking about Qiu Sheng and the other two who at least said something to them before killing them. Zhao Zheng said to himself that he had grown up, then looked up at the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"what happened?"

Uncle Jiu looked at Zhao Zheng strangely, who kept looking up at the sky. Seeing Zhao Zheng shaking his head and unwilling to say more, he glanced at the gate of the charity cemetery in front of him, turned to Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai and said, "Go to the inner courtyard and catch three roosters!"

"Ah? Shi Shaojian is coming to kill us..."

"Yes, Master, let's eat it another day..."

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai spoke, and Uncle Jiu's eyelids twitched when he heard it. He took a deep breath and resisted the urge to beat up the two boys before speaking.

“This is for the purpose of opening the altar!”

"Oh, to open the altar and perform a ritual!"

"You should have said it earlier, Master. You scared me!"

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai opened their mouths, but before they could finish their words, they hurriedly pushed open the gate of the charity cemetery and went to the inner courtyard to catch the chickens that were being fed. They had to be anxious, because looking at Uncle Jiu's face, they were worried that they would be beaten again in the next second.

Uncle Jiu sighed in his heart, looked at Zhao Zheng, opened his mouth, said nothing, then went to the ritual hall and began to burn incense to the ancestors.

Uncle Jiu habitually picked up three incense sticks and lit them. Then, he silently looked at the incense sticks that had gone out.
He turned his head and glanced at Zhao Zheng who was always bidding up the price of incense behind him. He turned back, reached out and grabbed a handful of incense, flipped his hand to light it, but it went out before it could be lit!
"Huh? Are you so disrespectful?"

Zhao Zheng, who was following behind Uncle Jiu, raised his eyebrows. Just as Uncle Jiu was about to scold Zhao Zheng, he saw the incense in his hand spontaneously catch fire, and he was stunned.

Uncle Jiu looked back blankly at Zhao Zheng, who was like, "Master, please burn incense quickly. I'm still waiting for you to burn incense." He didn't want to talk anymore. He just started burning incense and silently watched the incense that was automatically lit up when he picked it up.

After burning incense, Qiu Sheng and Wencai also caught three roosters from the inner courtyard. Uncle Jiu looked at Qiu Sheng and Wencai who were standing there blankly with the three chickens, and then looked at Zhao Zheng who had already started to help him set up the altar, and he said with a smile.

"Come here, come here, the teacher has something to say to you!"

"..."×2
Looking at Uncle Jiu's kind smile, Qiu Sheng and Wencai swallowed their saliva and immediately said, "I'll go help my junior brother," and started to help Zhao Zheng set up the altar. Uncle Jiu's old face turned black, and then he turned and walked into the inner courtyard.

The altar was quickly set up, and Uncle Jiu also changed into a Taoist robe and came out from the inner courtyard. But after Uncle Jiu opened the altar, Qiu Sheng and Wencai began to realize that something was wrong.

Qiu Sheng frowned as he looked at the three tied-up chickens placed on the altar, as well as the talisman that Uncle Jiu was writing and the birth characters on the talisman.

"Hey, this seems to be my birth chart!"

Wencai muttered to himself, and was surprised when he saw the eight characters on the second talisman written by Uncle Jiu.

"Qiu Sheng, this is your birth horoscope, right?"

Qiu Sheng did not answer, but just frowned as he watched Uncle Jiu write down Zhao Zheng's birth date and time. He then pasted the talisman paper with the birth dates of the three of them on three roosters tied to a piece of bamboo pole and handed it to them.

"Go east and don't stop until daybreak!"

"Master!"×2
Qiu Sheng and the other two's faces changed and they looked like they were about to cry. They are not the same as they were in the original novel.

With the presence of Zhao Zheng, and Uncle Jiu's recent devilish education, Qiu Shengwencai could naturally see that the eight-character talismans on the three roosters were substitute talismans to ward off disasters.

Uncle Jiu opened his mouth and was moved. However, before his heart rose, it fell rapidly as Zhao Zheng walked towards the gate holding the rooster with his birth date written on it.

"..."×3
There was a moment of silence. Qiu Sheng and the other man glared at Zhao Zheng who was really about to leave. Uncle Jiu, no longer moved, looked expressionlessly at Zhao Zheng, who was very obedient but made him feel particularly unhappy, and forced a smile on his face.

"It's okay, A Zheng, let's go..."

"You took the wrong one. You should have taken this one!"

Zhao Zheng threw down the bamboo pole with a rooster tied to one end, summoned the Taia sword, turned around and looked at Uncle Jiu and said.

"Master, I'll go help you clean up those accidents. Big Brother, Second Brother, you two should hurry up and run."

"Cleaning up accidents?"

Uncle Jiu was stunned when he heard this, and saw Zhao Zheng turned into a rainbow light soaring into the sky at an extremely fast speed. Before he could chase after him, he saw Zhao Zheng backhandedly swung his sword and said without even turning his head.

"Master, don't worry, it's okay."

"Go back..."

boom--

With a dull thud, Uncle Jiu, who was flying into the sky, slammed into the invisible barrier that was cut out by Zhao Zheng's sword.

Uncle Jiu ignored the pain on his face and body and began to retreat quickly. He made a grab and took out the Divine Light Sword and slashed at the invisible barrier in front of him. Unfortunately, apart from the clanging sounds, the invisible barrier did not seem to be damaged at all. Seeing this, he shouted anxiously.

"A Zheng, come back!"

"Junior brother, come back soon!"

"Come back soon..."

Zhao Zheng, who had passed through the thunder layer and reached the Ninth Heaven, heard all of this, but he did not respond. Instead, he looked at the empty sky, thought for a moment, put away the Taia Sword, and saluted obediently, saying, "Lin Jiu, please sit down. Third disciple Zhao Zheng greets all the ancestors!"

One breath,
Two breaths,

Three breaths...

Zhao Zheng frowned slightly and was about to lose his temper when he heard a series of faint voices, and then some Taoists appeared in front of him.

There are Taoist priests who are both alive and dead. To put it nicely, some have physical bodies, while others are spirits. Similarly, some are kind to them, while others ignore them.

Some looked at him with scrutiny.

Some have bad intentions.

People are different, their hearts are different, there are good and bad people, men and women, young and old. Looking at the different emotions of these Maoshan ancestors, Zhao Zheng couldn't help but frown. Then, he heard an old Taoist stroking his beard and laughing: "This kid is still angry? It seems that Lin Jiu is not very good at teaching disciples!"

"Yes, he actually dared to be angry with the ancestor. It seems that this kid doesn't care about us at all!" Another old Taoist said with a smile.

"You are so strong, it would be strange if people would trust you!" another Taoist said, and then looked at Zhao Zheng curiously.

"Zhao Zheng, right? Not bad, quite smart. I want to know how you knew we were here? Did someone tell us?"

"Snitch? That's impossible, right? I think this guy is just a blind cat that has just happened to catch a dead mouse. He guessed it's almost right!"

Dozens of ancestors were talking to each other, some of them were sarcastic, some were full of goodwill, but as they spoke,

Zhao Zheng saw a Taoist master with white hair and beard looking at him, stroking his beard and speaking with a smile.

"I heard that you have a magic sword named Tai'a. May I borrow it for you to see?" The old Taoist priest said "see" but before he finished speaking, he reached out his big hand towards Zhao Zheng, as if he was shamelessly saying "I'm just talking to you".

A big hand stretched out, grew bigger in the wind, and in the blink of an eye became six feet long, like the Tiancan foot of the old man Tiancan. In the blink of an eye, it came in front of Zhao Zheng. Some ancestors smiled when they saw it, some frowned slightly, and some even took action.

“They haven’t agreed yet!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a fight with full special effects unfolded before Zhao Zheng's eyes, and it ended after a few minutes.

The old Taoist priest who made the move snorted grimly as he looked at his bleeding palm. He said nothing more and just looked at Zhao Zheng coldly.

"Hey, this kid is quite bold!"

"Yes, you have a very calm demeanor even in the face of a huge disaster. Unfortunately... you are not Shi Jian's disciple!"

"What do you mean?"

"That's right, what do you mean by not being Shi Jian's disciple!"

"Do you really think Shi Jian is sure to win?"

In an instant, many ancestors started arguing again. Zhao Zheng picked his ears, tapped them, and said with a frown.

"You guys...are quite noisy!"

"..."×N
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and the noisy ancestors stopped making noise. They just looked at Zhao Zheng with various eyes, some with anger, some with sneers and unhappiness.

Looking at the ancestors with different emotions, Zhao Zheng clenched his left hand, condensed the Taia Sword in his hand, and slowly pulled it out with his right hand, grasping the hilt.

Throwing away the scabbard that disappeared as it slipped out of his hand, Zhao Zheng flicked the sword that was flashing with cold light with his left hand and looked at these ancestors.

"Actually, I didn't say anything just now because I was thinking about a problem... a very serious problem!"

Zhao Zheng frowned, looked around, and continued, "The problem is, there are too many people here tonight. If I hurt you and the news gets out, my master might be unhappy. After all, this is a matter of betraying one's teacher and ancestors, which is not good for my reputation. My master is the one who cares most about his reputation..."

When these words were spoken, some ancestors frowned and thought to themselves that it was arrogant, even those who supported Uncle Jiu.

The ancestors who stood on Shi Jian's side sneered one by one, and the ancestor who wanted to borrow Zhao Zheng's Tai'a for a look sneered even more.

"Boy, do you really think money is everything? Those people are willing to talk to you just for the money. We are not like that. Don't confuse them."

"I know!"

Zhao Zheng nodded. He naturally knew the intention and purpose of these ancestors, and he also understood that these ancestors were from that side.

Half of the people stood with Shi Jian, and the other half stood with his master Uncle Jiu. He even recognized some of the ancestors who stood with his master Uncle Jiu, but due to the occasion he could not express his acquaintance.

As for why people take sides, the simple reason is that the position of the headmaster of Maoshan is, to put it bluntly, a matter of interests and stance.

after all,

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes,
There will always be struggles, and the same is true in the world of cultivation!
Even with his financial resources, he was unable to poach all those who stood firm. After all, they had paid too much and their initial investment was too large. Now it was no longer a matter of quitting if they wanted to, but it involved their fundamentals.

Hearing this ancestor continue to sneer: "Knowing this and still daring to speak arrogantly, it seems that Lin Jiu really doesn't know how to teach his disciples!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand again and tried to grab Zhao Zheng through the air, but this time, no one stopped him.

"Don't worry, wait until everyone is gathered before fighting!"

Zhao Zheng spoke, but the ancestor who had made the move didn't bother to pay attention to him. He just wanted to teach Zhao Zheng a lesson. However, before he saw Zhao Zheng being caught by him, he found that the environment in front of him had changed. Not only did his raised hand fall down, but there were also more and more cultivators around him!
Among them are those from the Three Mountains Alliance, those from Louguan Danding, those from Shaolin and Wutai, as well as those from the magic and evil ways.

All in all, there are hundreds of people!
The ancestor who did not make a move was horrified, and the ancestors who were moved out of thin air looked around in great horror, and some even shouted respectfully, "Which senior made the move?"

"Please come out and meet me, senior!"

"But he is a senior from my Danding Sect!"

One sentence after another, Zhao Zheng looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest of Danding Sect with a strange expression: "You are really a senior of Danding Sect!"

Well, he is Zhao Zheng, the son-in-law of Danding Sect.

He also knows the Three Pure Yang Swords!

"Hmm? Do you know where that senior is?"

The Taoist priest of Danding Sect spoke up, and the others looked at Zhao Zheng. Zhao Zheng nodded and pointed at himself.

Then, ignoring the disbelief of these cultivators who could be called seniors, he smiled and said to the ancestor who wanted to borrow his magic sword to see: "Ancestor, we can start now."

The words fell,

Raise your hand and make a fist,

Snapped--

A sonic boom burst out in Zhao Zheng's hands, thunder roared in Zhao Zheng's hands, and after the dazzling light swept through these ancestors with a fist print covering the sky with the force of crushing everything, everything suddenly became very quiet and silent.

"Be fair, understand?"

Zhao Zheng closed his fist and turned to leave, but before leaving he added: "By the way, those who said that my master can't teach his disciples, this is the only time, don't do it again!"

Zhao Zheng disappeared, leaving behind these silent monks. The monks did not speak, but just stared blankly at the magic weapons on their bodies that were quickly turned into powder.

There was also a space in front of them where their vision kept being torn apart and disappeared, and could not heal for a long time, making them dare not and unable to move. They all stared blankly with their eyes wide open. Some of them wanted to struggle in disbelief, but found that they could not move at all.

Not to mention moving the physical body, they found that neither the body nor the soul, nor the magic power could move.

"Is this... a disciple?"
The founders of the Maoshan Sect were confused, but the monks of other factions were not confused. They just looked at the space in front of them that could not heal for a long time with some horror.

The ancestor who wanted to borrow Zhao Zheng's Taia sword for a look silently looked at the Taia sword that kept poking his soul in his purple palace.

After waiting for a long time for the space to heal, everyone regained their mobility. They looked at each other, not knowing how to start or what to say, when an old Taoist suddenly shouted in horror.

"This……"

Everyone saw the old Taoist staring blankly at the sky, which made them look up. What they saw was a bright moon with an obvious fist mark on it. Just when they were all stunned, the fist mark slowly changed.

Convex!
"..."xN
silence,

Still silent,

There is anger, but not much!

At least the ancestor whose soul was stabbed into a sieve by the Taia Sword was not angry. He just wanted to find his ancestor to complain.

The rest of the cultivators, whether they were the ancestors of the Maoshan Sect or cultivators from other sects, were not too angry. After all, they did not think that they could make such an obvious and clear...Spiritual Official Seal on the moon.

"Be fair, understand?"

Zhao Zheng's voice sounded again, and everyone nodded frantically to show that they understood, and some even spoke directly out loud.

"Don't worry, it will be fair!"

"Yes, yes, it must be fair!"

"Absolutely fair!"

The crowd was not stupid, and they knew who Zhao Zheng was, so they naturally knew that Zhao Zheng was talking about the matter of Uncle Jiu and Shi Jian, or in other words, Shi Jian's calamity of becoming an immortal.

although,

Compare this,

They wanted to know more whether Zhao Zheng had become an immortal!
However, they think that it is better to give the younger generation some freedom and not ask them about everything, as this is not good.

At least, after they saw the Spiritual Official Seal on the moon disappear in an instant, they felt that would be very bad.

Apart from the ancestor whose soul was stabbed into a sieve by the Taia Sword, his idea was simple. He wanted to complain to his ancestor.

Zhao Zheng, who was standing on a distant mountain top, didn't know about this. He just looked at the Maoshan headmaster who was a little reserved in front of him.

"Sit down, why are you standing?"

"Yes...bah, good!"

The Maoshan headmaster, who had witnessed Zhao Zheng's punch, calmed down. Just as he was thinking about sitting there,
He found that a pavilion had appeared where he was standing, with a stone table and four chairs.

Looking at the pavilion in front of him which did not seem fake at all, and Zhao Zheng who sat down on his own without giving any face to him as the headmaster, he... sat down obediently. He had no other intentions. He was just tired of standing. That was it.

After sitting down, the Maoshan headmaster looked at Zhao Zheng who was looking at him and then at the teapot on the table. With a twitching mouth, he picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea, then asked curiously.

"Have you become an immortal?"

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Knowing too much is not good for you!"

"..."

To be honest,
I suddenly felt...the night view is really nice!

The head of Maoshan looked at Zhao Zheng who waved his hand to push away the clouds to reveal the bright moon. He frowned slightly and asked curiously.

"How did you become an immortal?"

"Ok?"

"..."

never mind,

I shut up!
And, wait a minute… Well, the moon is so big!
Looking at the ground beneath his feet turning into a bottomless cliff, the Maoshan headmaster quickly emptied his mind and then listened to Zhao Zhengdao.

"Who did this to Shi Shaojian's innate Dao body?"

"..."

The Maoshan headmaster fell silent, and Zhao Zheng put down the cup he had just taken a sip of and said, "I'm not discussing this with you."

"..."

"Alright, stop protecting me. Those two guys are trying to divert the trouble to my master. I didn't kill them because they are my ancestors."

"it is good!"

Listening to what Zhao Zheng said, the Maoshan headmaster's eyelids twitched and he spoke. It was not that he didn't want to protect him, but he felt that he could not protect him anymore. No matter whether Zhao Zheng was an immortal or not, he could not protect this person!

First, he felt that he might, probably, or might not be able to beat Zhao Zheng. Second, Shi Jian was just overbearing, not a fool. Shi Jian would eventually find out who did it.

Rather than making things ugly in the end,
We might as well resolve this matter quickly!

"By the way, who was responsible for the royal zombie incident last year? Could it be one of our own people?" Zhao Zheng asked curiously.

"They are not from the same sect..."

The head of Maoshan stopped talking. Looking at Zhao Zheng's eyes, he stopped talking nonsense and uttered the six words "Imperial Observatory, Longhu Mountain". Then, he silently added a sentence.

"That old bull nose won't hand me over!"

"Oh...Is that so? Do you want to hand it in now?"

Zhao Zheng turned his head and spoke. The Maoshan headmaster stared with wide eyes at the current headmaster of Longhushan who suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the seat next to him.

"pay!"

Looking at the things that suddenly popped up in his mind, the head of Longhu Mountain was silent for a while, nodded heavily, and then looked towards... his bedroom with doubtful eyes. After returning to the bedroom, he frowned.

"Someone, tell them..."

Zhao Zheng did not read these anymore. He just looked at the Maoshan headmaster and asked, "I don't need me to teach you how to do the rest, right?"

"No, I understand!"

The Maoshan headmaster nodded. He naturally knew what Zhao Zheng meant, but after nodding, he was stunned.

No,

Who is the elder after all!
"Actually, you should call me Grandmaster!"

Zhao Zheng showed his identity as the 17th generation disciple of Maoshan, which he obtained from the Taiqing Scripture and the Green Snake copy. The Maoshan headmaster was stunned, but when he saw the jade bottle Zhao Zheng took out, he immediately stood up from his chair and bowed respectfully, saying, "The 68th generation disciple of Maoshan, Mao Mingbai, greets the master!"

“…The name is correct!”

Looking at the Maoshan headmaster who really understood life, Zhao Zheng curled his lips, said "Get up", and handed over the jade bottle containing the Xiantian Pill.

"Take it first, I will practice with you later when I have time!"

"Yes, Patriarch!"

"..."

Fuck, you really understand life!
Looking at the master who took the Xiantian Pill, Zhao Zheng complained in his heart, then took out the jade pendant containing the female ghost Xiaoli.

"Is this also arranged by the sect?"

"Isn't it?"

Looking at the female ghost Xiaoli in the jade pendant, the head master shook his head uncertainly. Anyway, he had not made any arrangements. As for whether his ancestors had made any arrangements, he had no idea.

"Oh, huh? Well, I already know who arranged this!" Zhao Zheng waved his hand and moved the headmaster dozens of miles away.
Then he blinked his eyes and looked at the three ancestral corpses that suddenly appeared in the pavilion and took seats on their own, the three ancestral corpses in the ritual hall.

The shriveled bodies of the three ancestors instantly regained their luster and fullness, returning to their appearance before death. Then they all looked at him with a smile.

"What, you don't recognize us?"

"Disciple has seen three..."

"Stop, stop talking nonsense. I am Mao Datong, this is Mao Ertong, and this is Mao Santong. What's the point of talking about the Three Mao True Lords or not? Have you eaten too many mushrooms?" Mao Datong said.

"..."

Did I mention Sanmao Zhenjun?

Zhao Zheng curled his lips in his heart, but said nothing more. He just looked at the words "Three Mao Zhenjun" displayed on the immortal version of the detection technique, saluted respectfully and shouted "Greetings to the three ancestors". Mao Datong and the other two nodded with satisfaction.

"Sit down, why are you standing?"

"……Oh!"

One to say one,

This sounds familiar!

Zhao Zheng, who felt like he had received the script from the headmaster, sat down obediently. Mao Datong and the other two looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed. Mao Ertong looked at Zhao Zheng, then at the teapot on the table.

"..."

Zhao Zheng, the head of Maoshan, obediently picked up the teapot and poured four cups of tea. He also took out some snacks from behind his back, and then successfully received three sensible looks.

"The three of us came down this time for no other reason. It's simply because the Great Celestial Master thought you should go up!"

Mao Datong spoke while eating snacks, and Zhao Zheng's mouth twitched when he heard it. He wanted to say that your current identity is Mao Datong, but he thought... forget it.

Looking at the bottomless cliff below, Zhao Zheng couldn't tell how deep it was anyway, so he quickly cleared his mind.

"No, heaven is too boring!"

"Oh……"

"???"

No,

Please give me some advice!
You know I'll go up if you persuade me?

Also, could you please at least tell me about your official position and salary?

Zhao Zheng looked at Mao Datong who said "oh" and didn't say anything, then looked at Mao Ertong and Mao Santong. Seeing that they didn't say anything either, he couldn't help but curl his lips. He didn't mean anything else, he just didn't feel interested.

"Do you really want to go to heaven?"

“I don’t want to!”

"..."×3
I don't want you to complain!

Mao Datong and the other two looked at Zhao Zheng in silence. Zhao Zheng took off the jade pendant hanging around his waist as if he couldn't see.

"Grandmaster, is she a real ghost or a fake one?"

He didn't mean anything else. He just wanted to say that it would not be good to let the news that his master had a relationship with a female ghost get out. After all, his master was so concerned about his reputation. Thinking of this, Zhao Zheng couldn't help but look at Mao Datong and the other two with some scrutiny.

"Ahem, they've started, go back quickly!"

"Yes, yes, yes, go back quickly!"

"Go away!"

Mao Datong slapped Zhao Zheng through the air, and Zhao Zheng only felt the space change. Then, he appeared in the inner room of the ritual hall of the charity cemetery.

Looking at the four ancestors enshrined, he looked at the seal that suppressed his cultivation and broke after a slight struggle.

After thinking about it, he understood that this was a reminder for him not to scare Shi Jian... He silently looked at the seal that he had accidentally broken free from, silently re-sealed himself, reinforced it, and then walked out of the ritual hall.

"..."×3
There was a moment of silence in the inner room of the ritual hall. Mao Santong couldn't help but ask curiously, "Brother, didn't you use your full strength just now?"

"Yeah, big brother, you didn't use your full strength, and he's only at the Celestial Realm, right? How did he break free from the seal you set? Isn't this wrong?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)