Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 142: Dog (Please subscribe and vote for me.)
"Everyone, if you don't have any other means, just pass through these ropes." A Taoist child from the Tianshi Mansion explained to everyone.

"Oh my god, the Tianshi Mansion is full of useless things." At this time, a voice with a northeastern accent came from behind everyone.

Everyone looked behind them and saw three people walking towards them. One of them was a middle-aged man with a crew cut, a big gold chain, and a girl in his arms, giving people the feeling of a nouveau riche.

Another man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses had a look of disgust on his face.

The man with the rat-beard was eating a bowl of instant noodles with pickled cabbage while he was talking. The woman next to him said with concern, "Brother, eat slowly and don't choke."

Another person said in a helpless tone: "How many bowls did you eat along the way? Are you so hungry?"

Seeing this, Meng Fan couldn't help but smile and greeted the other party: "Hey, isn't this the Deng Youfu and Deng Youcai brothers?"

"What Deng Youfu? Please call me Smith!" Deng Youfu said reluctantly.

"Also, why are you guys here? You're just haunting us."

With the five great immortals entering seclusion, to be honest, some of the disciples who were sent out to perform rituals did not have a very good impression of the 139th Division. However, since this was the decision of the old immortals, they, the disciples who were sent out to perform rituals, had no right to interfere. Many of them even became non-staff members of the 139th Division.

People like Deng Youfu are unhappy with the 139th Division.

Meng Fan didn't care and said with a smile: "Look at what you said, Luotian Dajiao is such a big event, we naturally have to be here!"

Deng Youcai, however, had no opinion on the 139th Division and even mocked Deng Youfu, saying, "Oh my god, forget it, Smith. You can pretend, but no matter how much you pretend, you were raised by the food that your parents dug out from the black soil!"

"Don't forget your roots, okay?"

Deng Youfu and his brother did not get along well, so he pushed his glasses in a reserved manner: "Everyone has the right to choose their own lifestyle. This is no longer the era of aliens..."

"Hush, hush, hush, I won't argue with you anymore. My parents are counting on us to show them face!"

"Sister, hold on tight!"

"Okay, bro, muah!"

After saying that, Deng Youcai exerted force with his feet, jumped over the chasm, and came directly to the other side of the cliff, while Deng Youfu followed closely behind him.

Deng Youcai also greeted him, "Tian Gong, see you later."

Later, more and more strange people began to come to the edge of the cliff, showing their own methods, and there was even one who trained eagles like the beast master.

As the saying goes: The Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers.

Each sect has different methods of crossing this natural barrier.

Meng Fan looked at Zhang Chulan and asked in a low voice: "How is it, have you decided to hide your incompetence and pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger, or will you make a big splash?"

Zhang Chulan looked at the rope that was swaying in the wind, and felt a chill in his heart: "Showing off is not as important as my life. I'd better be safe."

"What's the point of saving face? Just go ahead and talk about it later!"

As he spoke, Zhang Chulan climbed up the rope, tied his feet to the rope, hung his body upside down on it, and moved towards the other side of the cliff little by little.

The other strangers on the shore saw this scene and couldn't help but laugh: "Haha, whose child is this? Is he so cowardly?"

"No way, no way, are you still coming to Luotian Dajiao for this?"

Wang Zhenqiu looked at Zhang Chulan's figure that looked like a silkworm pupa, and held his forehead and said, "I say, Tiangong, don't you think he is embarrassing?" Chen Duo said bluntly, "It's okay, just pretend you don't know him."

Meng Fan also deeply agreed with this.

When Zhang Chulan was halfway up, Meng Fan looked at everyone and said, "Let's go over there too. I'll lead you."

Meng Fan saw clouds and mist appearing under his feet. It was the cloud-summoning magical power he inherited from Daji. The clouds and mist turned from virtual to real, swirled around him, and then turned into an auspicious cloud that could carry everyone.

Everyone rode on the auspicious cloud and flew directly to the other side.

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan cursed: "Tian Gong, you uncle, you are not fair!"

When Zhang Chulan climbed over from the rope with trembling legs and feet, he grabbed Meng Fan and said angrily, "Why didn't you say so earlier that you can build a cloud?"

Meng Fan spread his hands: "You didn't ask, and besides, it was your own choice to hide your incompetence, so don't blame me!"

Zhang Chulan: “…”

Sure enough, the other strangers looked at Meng Fan and his group with two kinds of eyes: fear of Meng Fan and contempt for Zhang Chulan.

At this moment, a man with a flying knife flew across the valley, stared at Zhang Chulan, and asked anxiously: "Zhang Chulan, where is my brother?"

"Who are you?" Zhang Chulan looked puzzled, but felt that the man looked familiar.

Meng Fan put his hands in his pockets and said, "Jia Zhengliang from Jiajia Village in the west, I almost forgot that your brother Jia Zhengyu is still in our hands. Remember to redeem him when the time comes!"

"Who are you? Even if my brother is wrong, you can't tie him up, right?"

Meng Fan ignored him and gave a look to Xiao Zizai who was standing beside him: "Let him know what his brother did wrong. Remember to tell him to keep his mouth shut."

"Understood, leave it to me!"

Xiao Zizai held his eyes, walked up to Jia Zhengliang, hugged him, and walked away.

"Um, I hope nothing happens to Brother Xiao?" Zhang Chulan asked worriedly.

"Don't worry. Jia Zhengliang's skills are not enough to defeat Xiao Zizai. Besides, Old Xiao is over 30 years old and doesn't need to participate in this Luotian Grand Ceremony, so there is no need to worry about being disqualified because of fighting."

When everyone actually arrived at the venue for the Luotian Grand Ceremony, they discovered that the area was actually very large, just like an amusement park in the back mountain.

There were all kinds of strange people coming and going, and judging from their clothes and appearance, it was impossible to tell where they came from, they looked like a group of ordinary people.

The most eye-catching thing was a yellow dog, which was selling things at a stall there. It was wearing a Taoist robe, looked wretched, and held a palm-leaf fan in its hand.

There were several red and purple gourds around him. He lay on a recliner and composed a poem: "I don't practice magic skills or sit in meditation. I hold a cattail leaf fan to cultivate the golden elixir. I only remember the "San Tong Qi" with my heart. I am depressed and annoyed by the world."

There was a loud speaker next to the stall, constantly shouting: "Everything in the world is a furnace, only the best quality wins my heart, take medicine, take medicine, if it is based on origin, it is even more unfair."

"One golden pill has one cause and effect. My fate is determined by heaven, not by me. The way of the golden pill is to refine oneself first. What do you think, heroes?"

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(End of this chapter)