I am against feudal superstition, so I light incense on my midnight rice!

Chapter 59 Lin Wan'er's only chance of survival!
But despite his terrifying blood and strong divine fire, Lin Zhengxiong was no match for that thing.

Unless he could advance several levels in his cultivation of the Daoist realm and reach the peak of Class A, he might be qualified to fight that thing.

He often blamed himself for not being capable enough, otherwise how could his daughter be haunted by such a horrible thing.

"Dad, don't do anything stupid. I don't want to lose you!" Lin Wan'er held Lin Zhengxiong's big hand tightly. The Lin Wan'er in front of her looked so pitiful.
Sudden.

A figure flashed through Lin Zhengxiong's mind, and the next moment a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Your father certainly doesn't have the ability, but maybe someone else can!"

"If that Master Jiang agrees to save you, perhaps we can suppress that thing!"

Lin Zhengxiong stood up suddenly.

He didn't dare to condense his essence, energy and spirit to calculate Jiang Chen. Jiang Chen's strength was too terrifying and the consequences were not something he could bear.

He didn't want to die before seeing Lin Wan'er recover.

"Crack~" At this moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the middle of the Bagua mirror hanging on the wall.

The charm of the Bagua mirror disappeared and it turned into a useless Bagua mirror.

It seems to be a bad omen.

"Hmph!" Lin Zhengxiong snorted coldly, then picked up three yellow talismans from the bedside table and placed them in Lin Wan'er's hands.

The Bagua mirror on the wall and the three talismans in Lin Wan'er's hand were specially left by his father.

This is to prevent that thing from finding Lin Wan'er again.

But that thing was too powerful and was not afraid of the primary talisman at all. All his father's final preparations were useless.

All this was just his father's wish.

"Dad, let's not bother Master Jiang. That thing is so powerful. It would be bad if it targeted Master Jiang." Lin Wan'er shook her head.

"Although that thing has become quite powerful, it will definitely not make any waves in front of Master Jiang who can summon gods. You have to know that Master Jiang can suppress corpse puppets by himself!"

"No matter what, I'll take you away now!"

Lin Zhengxiong took out his cell phone to contact his secretary and arrange his own private jet.

He was going to take Lin Wan'er to Rongcheng now. No matter what the outcome, he would strive for this last glimmer of hope.

Soon, a luxurious private jet took off from the Magic City Airport and headed for Chengdu at an extremely fast speed.

Deep in Longhu Mountain.

No one has been here all year round. The scenery is beautiful, the mountains are picturesque, and the air is so clear that it makes people feel unusually calm. The mountains are surrounded by thick fog, and from time to time you can see one or two animals running by.

Next to a pond stands an exquisite small Taoist temple.

The layout of Longhu Mountain is actually a temple within a temple. If Jiang Chen were here, he would definitely be able to see that the two Taoist temples, one large and one small, form a unique and sophisticated formation.

Longhu Mountain is not high, but such thick white fog can be formed in the mountains, containing wisps of spiritual energy, as if it was attracted by this formation.

Spiritual energy can only be attracted into the mountain but cannot leave the mountain, forming a closed loop.

Practicing here would surely yield twice the result with half the effort, significantly increasing the speed of cultivation. Standing by the pond, an old Taoist priest was fishing. He stood quietly. He was tall and straight, his moon-white robe fluttering in the breeze, a simple yet elegant robe.

Surprisingly, this old Taoist looks to be in his eighties or nineties, but his hair is jet black, and his hair volume is even more terrifying than that of young people.

Her black hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin and she wore a black Taoist hat on her head.

There were many wrinkles on his cheeks, a few strands of white hair floating on his temples, and his eyes were a little small. When he smiled, his eyeballs could not be seen at all, which made him look a little funny.

He exuded a mysterious aura, as if he had returned to nature.

He has lived for more than three hundred years and has three hundred years of spiritual energy in his body, which is extremely terrifying!
Zhang Xuanling came to the edge of the pond and saluted respectfully to the old Taoist.

"Master! I have already met Daoxuan Zhenren Jiang Chen." The only person who could be treated with such respect by Zhang Xuanling was the legendary old Taoist priest who did not care about worldly affairs.

"How is it?" The old Taoist priest did not look back, with a kind smile on his face, his eyes fixed on the water.
"It's simply unbelievable! He looks no more than 20 years old, and his strength may have reached the peak of enlightenment, but my disciple was suppressed in just a moment!"

"Master Jiang also practices the pure Golden Light Mantra! But Master Jiang's golden light is divine! We can't compare to it!"

"While feeling his golden light, I felt a force of heaven and earth suppressing me. That force seemed to come from Yaoguang, one of the seven stars in the Big Dipper. But I'm not sure!"

"But he has already agreed to the position of Heavenly Master, and Wang Zheng, who follows him, has already reached the peak of Class A and possesses seventy or eighty years of innate purple energy!"

Zhang Xuanling told everything in one go.

The old Taoist priest, who had been calm and composed at first, suddenly changed his demeanor when he heard Yaoguang.

The surging momentum frightened Zhang Xuanling, who was in the Dongming realm. This aura had already reached the peak of Dongming, and the next step would be Yaoguang!
If you reach Yaoguang, you can be said to be a land immortal.

It wouldn't be a problem for the old Taoist priest to live another two hundred years.

"Yaoguang, Master understands. You all should go down and prepare. The Dragon and Tiger Martial Arts Contest in a month will be the pinnacle of competition!"

"By the way, please walk lightly and don't delay my fishing trip."

The old Taoist priest waved his hand casually, showing no concern, and his demeanor returned to calm in an instant, as if nothing had happened just now.

Only the clear pool was rippling.

"Master, how can you fish without a fishing line?" Zhang Xuanling was a little embarrassed.
Pointed to the wooden fishing rod in the old Taoist's hand.

"Huh? Weird! Where's the old Taoist's fishing line?" The old Taoist priest widened his eyes, looking a little embarrassed.

"Master, I'll leave first." Zhang Xuanling shook his head helplessly, then quietly left the pool.

Even if the old Taoist priest doesn’t have a fishing line, he has ten thousand ways to get fish if he wants to eat them.

He just needs to do what his master says.

The old Taoist priest saw Zhang Xuanling leave.

The few strands of white hair on the old Taoist priest's temples suddenly fluttered, and the old Taoist priest's golden light condensed into a fishing line, which was suddenly pulled into the water. A fat crucian carp was pulled up by the old Taoist priest.

"Haha~ My fishing skills are getting better and better. I can even catch fish without using a fishing line. How can those fishing masters outside be my opponent!" The old Taoist priest smiled.
He picked up the crucian carp in his hand and began to remove the scales and dissect it. He skillfully lit a fire and started roasting the fish.

Soon, the aroma of meat wafted from the edge of the pond. The grilled fish in the old Taoist's hands had been roasted to golden brown, and the heat was just right.

(End of this chapter)