Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 141 Curiosity kills the cat (Please subscribe)
Just as Meng Fan was extorting money, Wang Ye, who was beside Zhang Chulan, asked, "Zhang Chulan, why did you come to participate in this Luotian Grand Ceremony?"

"Eh!"

Zhang Chulan sighed: "I think you know my story. My grandfather has too many secrets, all related to Longhu Mountain."

"This time, if I win, I can meet the old Heavenly Master and ask him about it."

"Hahaha!"

Wang Ye chuckled twice and said, "To see the old Heavenly Master? It's never been difficult to see the old Heavenly Master, right?"

As he spoke, Wang Ye led Zhang Chulan forward and pointed, "Old Heavenly Master, isn't he over there?"

"what?!"

Zhang Chulan watched the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei taking photos with others skillfully and making the "V" sign as a souvenir. His three views were shattered for a moment.

"I guess someone from somewhere has come to inspect again. You've worked so hard, old Taoist priest." Wang Ye said as if he was used to it.

At this time, Meng Fan also came forward, patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder, and said: "Don't be too surprised, the alien world has never been a circle separated from the human world. On the contrary, at some point it has already been integrated into the human world."

Zhang Chulan suddenly asked: "Tian Gong, you didn't tell me before!"

Meng Fan spread his hands and said innocently: "You didn't ask, I thought you knew this kind of common sense."

As he spoke, Meng Fan looked at Wang Ye and said with a smile, "Master Wang, I just asked that old monk to read my fortune, but he couldn't see anything."

"I wonder if you could show it to me?"

The king only took a quick glance at Meng Fan's face. His nose was surrounded by dragon energy, his forehead was as high as the sun, and there was a real dragon from the snow mountain sitting in it. He had dragon eyes and phoenix eyes, and many of his descendants were inferior to him.

He couldn't help but twitch his lips: "The senior just said that your life is precious. I don't have the blessing to dare to say this."

"Oh, is it so?"

Meng Fan nodded and said nothing more.

Just as Meng Fan took Zhang Chulan and walked forward to the old Taoist priest, Wang Ye suddenly covered his mouth and coughed a few times. He held his hand in front of his eyes and saw a trace of bright red blood in his palm.

Then, while no one was paying attention, he quickly took out a tissue and wiped it. The dark circles under his eyes became visibly heavier, and his face looked paler and weaker.

"Hehe, my damn curiosity!" Wang also regretted his decision just now and wished he could slap himself twice.

Knowing that the person in front of him was not a simple person, he still asked for divination. If he had not immersed himself in the inner scene to ask, the backlash would have been even greater.

"Tian Gong, who is that Taoist priest Wang Ye?" Zhang Chulan asked.

"A sorcerer, but he's just a nosy sorcerer. He's the kind of talent we need in Division 139, but he's a little self-righteous. He believes whatever others write. You want to make me a king? That requires you to have the ability and foundation to become a king. Otherwise, you'll be just a dead bone in a tomb, and everything will be empty talk." Meng Fan commented.

Zhang Chulan nodded without understanding the meaning.

While they were talking, Wang Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, caught up with the two of them, and came before the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei together.

Wang Ye bowed and said, "Old Heavenly Master, I am the Wudang Wang Ye, I pay my respects to you, Old Heavenly Master."

"Oh, it's Wang Ye. How is your master?"

As Zhang Zhiwei spoke, he frowned slightly. With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see that Wang Ye had suffered a backlash injury.

Wang Ye smiled and said, "Master is pretty good. Not long ago, he was playing games all night long. It was the new game. Look who I brought to you?" "Is it Chu Lan? Call me Master. Since your grandfather taught you the Thunder Method and the Golden Light Curse, it's not unfair for you to call me Master."

The old Taoist priest had a kind face. He opened his squinted eyes, looked at Zhang Chulan carefully, and said to him with a smile.

"Master...Master!" Zhang Chulan scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"Lingyu, you guys go and entertain the other guests. Chu Lan and I need to talk." Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhang Lingyu standing aside and gave the order.

"Disciple obey!"

Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Chulan exchanged pleasantries, then turned his gaze to Meng Fan and asked with a smile, "Chulan has been working under you recently, right? Thank you for your care."

Meng Fan replied: "It's okay. Zhang Chulan is my employee. It's my duty to take care of him."

"Oh?"

Zhang Zhiwei's face was calm and his bearing was majestic. His eyes were narrowed like an abyss that wanted to swallow people. He said, "Using me as a gun is also considered caring?"

"besides………"

Zhang Zhiwei looked up at the sky and then down at the ground with a gloomy look in his eyes, and said in secret voice: "In my Taoist temple, there are both sky nets and ground nets, do you think you can catch Sun Wukong?"

"This is Longhu Mountain, not Huaguo Mountain!"

Meng Fan shrugged and said with a smile, "But there are still people who want to steal the peaches and pills and cause trouble in the Heavenly Palace. No one can take the elixir unless Taishang Laojun gives it to them!"

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and said helplessly: "Forget it, I won't argue with you. Anyway, no matter what you want to do, I will cooperate with you. I, Zhang Tianshi, will assist the Jade Emperor."

Then, Zhang Zhiwei led Zhang Chulan into the gate of Tianshi Mansion.

Wang was a little confused, so he looked at Meng Fan and asked, "Do you have a grudge against the old Heavenly Master?"

Meng Fan shook his head and laughed dumbly: "No, this is just a Taoist tradition. People just protect their children."

In a room in Tianshi Mansion.

Zhang Chulan looked at Zhang Zhiwei's calm eyes and finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Master, my grandfather..."

Zhang Zhiwei opened his eyes: "Okay, Chu Lan, I know what you want to ask. That's right, your grandfather's name is Zhang Huaiyi, and Zhang Xilin is a pseudonym he used to avoid disaster, so you can't find anything with this name."

"I can only tell you this much now. You can tell me the rest after you get the right to inherit the Heavenly Master title!"

Zhang Chulan was a little confused and suddenly asked loudly: "Why, Master, wouldn't it save a lot of trouble if you tell me now?"

"Chu Lan, please forgive me for not being able to do this, because what happened back then is also closely related to the system inherited by the Heavenly Master." The old Heavenly Master directly interrupted Zhang Chulan's question. He squinted his eyes, looked at Zhang Chulan seriously, and said slowly.

After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he closed his eyes and said nothing more. Seeing this, Zhang Chulan had no choice but to leave the room.

Seeing Zhang Chulan shaking his head, Meng Fan did not ask any more questions, but said: "Let's go and gather at the back mountain."

The back mountain of Longhu Mountain is actually an undeveloped area. After many twists and turns, the group finally arrived at the "dividing line" of the valley.

There were only a few ropes connecting the two ends of the valley.

(End of this chapter)