I Make History a Myth

　　So many trapped demons and demons.

　　Inside this cave.

　　How many monsters are banned?

　　The ancestors of Maoshan.

　　How many years have passed.

　　Can you engrave so many Taoist seals?

　　Thinking about it, he was careful about running, trying not to scratch the ground.

　　So many Taoist seals.

　　If you accidentally destroy that, let the demon out.

　　He just didn't know how to die.

　　Half an hour later, everyone rushed to the Taoist palace closest to them.

　　But the moment you go in.

　　All hope in their hearts was wiped out.

　　Only the Taoist temple was seen empty.

　　Inside and outside.

　　It is full of trapping demons and subduing demons.

　　"Although I don't want to say it."

　　"But the reason I say there are no Taoists here is because it's too quiet here."

　　"There are no celestial beasts, no rare beasts."

　　"You must know that Taoism seeks quietness and inaction, not loneliness."

　　Lin Daode said with a sigh.

　　Taoism adheres to tranquility and returns to nature.

　　Let your mind be silent.

　　Therefore, in the ancient novels, there are always strange beasts around the Taoist.

　　But in this world.

　　Not to mention aliens.

　　Not even a bird.

　　Dead silence.

　　Thinking of the dialogue between his master and his uncle, Lin Daode's voice became even more bitter.

　　"obviously."

　　"The senior immortals of our Maoshan Taoist school have been meditating and practicing in the cloudy sky of Jintan Hua before."

　　"But I don't know why."

　　"They left the cloudy sky in Jintanhua and regarded it as a place to ban demons."

　　"And we, when chasing the trace of the uncle of the master."

　　"Break in here."

　　After Lin Daode finished speaking, he looked at this vast world.

　　I just feel like God is joking with me.

　　When I was young, I dreamed of fairies.

　　Longing for Edgeworth to fly.

　　Those who want to eat qi are immortal.

　　When I grew up, I was taught by reality to be a human being, and realized that there is no god or immortal in this world.

　　Gradually.

　　He became a Taoist who taught science and did not believe in superstitions.

　　After getting old.

　　Only then did I come into contact with the real myths buried in history and concealed in legends.

　　At the invitation of the Lin team.

　　He started chasing reality, he started chasing myth.

　　In the end, he broke into the Jedi that the senior immortals used to ban demons, inside the dead place.

　　thought here.

　　He couldn't help but feel sad.

　　"Master Uncle, Master Uncle."

　　"One of your 'fate' made my teacher Lin Dingxin wait for countless years."

　　"He died."

　　"None of them closed their eyes."

　　"I just want to wait for you to pick him up into Maoshan."

　　"And I, chasing your trail, found Jintanhua Cloudy Sky."

　　"But only the place of death was found, Jedi."

　　"We are in the line of the reclusive faction."

　　"It's all been tricked by you."

　　His voice just fell.

　　I saw the countless Dao Zhuan incantations in front of me, and at the same time they were shining brightly.

　　Bright yet soft glow inside.

　　A young Taoist man dressed in a bright yellow Taoist robe, wearing a Taoist crown, carrying a money sword, with a whisk in his left hand and a bell in the right, walked out of the brilliance.

　　let out a sigh,

　　"Ugh.".

Chapter 16

　　Jintanhua is cloudy.

　　See the Taoist appear.

　　Everyone was shocked at the same time.

　　A heart that fell into the abyss suddenly rushed up.

　　The mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and there is another village.

　　Unexpectedly, when I thought I was in a desperate situation.

　　hope.

　　It came unexpectedly.

　　Lin Daode saw this one appear.

　　Even more trembling.

　　Taoist robes, bells, money swords.

　　With a vaguely familiar face.

　　and when and where the opponent appears.

　　Where did he still not understand.

　　This is what his master has been waiting for all his life.

　　That's what he's looking for right now.

　　The thirty-second generation disciple of the Maoshan School.

　　Lin Zhiwei.

　　Want to understand this.

　　Lin Daode rushed up and knelt down in front of him.

　　Tears in the eyes.

　　more surged out,

　　"Master Uncle."

　　"I finally found you."

　　"Lin Daode, a disciple of the Maoshan Recluse School."

　　"Meet the uncle of the master."

　　The reclusive faction, the waiting and pursuit of two generations across generations.

　　Not easy.

　　Seeing the real person again.

　　How could he not seize the opportunity.

　　Strive to be included in the Maoshan Gate Wall.

　　But to his surprise, the Lin Zhiwei in front of him didn't take his words.