After a tiring day, Wang Zhong did not go back to the ranch villa, but rested in the abbot's room of the Taoist temple. Wang Zhong was in a daze and saw two Indian warriors kneeling at the head of the bed.

Because of the experience of passing through the yin several times, Wang Zhong sat up without panic at all.

"Dao Master, please move!"

Wang Zhong came out of the abbot's room under the leadership of two warriors, and the last Indian style carriage, this time it was a huge Chinese chariot, the carriage was carved with all kinds of mysterious patterns, there are Ganoderma lucidum, there are cranes, and stags, all of which are unique Taoist spirit animals, and the roof of the carriage has more bright yellow tassels hanging down, which looks very noble. There were two boys in Taoist costumes sitting in the carriage, and when they saw Wang Zhong coming out, the two boys hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"I've seen the Dao Master!"

The bone horses that pulled the cart were replaced by four horses with blue lights all around.

"Please get in the car!"

The two boys lifted the curtain of the carriage and said respectfully.

Wang Zhong boarded the carriage under the escort of two Indian warriors, and with the sound of a whip, the carriage moved rapidly. I don't know how long I ran, but the carriage in which Wang Zhong was riding suddenly trembled.

"What's going on?"

Wang Zhongduan sat in the carriage and asked loudly.

"Master, just now a demonic beast attacked the carriage, and the demonic beast has been killed, please rest assured, master!"

The Indian warrior outside said respectfully, and not far away, a beast that looked like a leopard was pierced by an Indian spear. The Indian warrior watched warily ahead, but fortunately the carriage was never attacked again.

Wang Zhong looked at the city in front of him in a bit of a daze, and the dilapidated camp had become a city. The city is very large, and it is not less than ten miles longitudinal. The bluestone cast city wall is endless, full of ten zhang high, each city wall has a city gate, three in the north. There are two in the south, and this number is also related to the easy number, and the north of Australia represents yang. The south represents yin, and three is yang. The second is a negative number. Three are in two, with the meaning of yang big and yin small. The green dragon and white tiger each have a side gate, there are hundreds of ancient dwellings in the city in an orderly manner, there is no yamen in the center of the city, but a magnificent Taoist palace stands. The entire city was shrouded in a kind of white qi, and the more you went to the central area, the more thick the white qi became. The white qi above the Dao Palace faintly showed signs of turning green. Wang Zhong's carriage went through the main gate in the north.

On either side of the main gate are two huge columns, on which are carved with a knife and an axe, and a couplet is usually written!

Tao is born one, life is two. Two begets three, three lives are infinite!

Man is the law of the earth, the earth is the law of the sky, the heaven is the law, and the Tao is the nature!

This couplet is written by Ren Farong himself, which contains his comprehension of the way of the sword, and it gives people a sense of sword spirit to the naked eye.

In the spirit world, these words have completely turned into swords that shoot everywhere like dragons and snakes!

Before the lonely soul and wild ghost can get close to the dojo, they will be slashed by the flying sword!

Wang Zhong's vehicle had just approached Zhucheng. The flying sword let out a roar like a dragon's roar, and it automatically divided into two sides like a soldier under review, revealing a path forward.

At the gate stood two men dressed in gold armor. The military generals holding copper maces and steel whips, this is the door god of Middle-earth for thousands of years, they are the protectors of the dojo, and they have the responsibility to protect the dojo!

Dozens of Indian warriors stood in front of the tall city gates, and when they saw the arrival of Wang Zhong's carriage, they all knelt down and saluted, and the carriage entered the inner city without any hindrance.

The horse's hooves made a crisp sound on the bluestone street, and Wang Zhong saw through the window that there were not only patrolling samurai on the street. There are also Chinese dressed in Qing Dynasty costumes and Republic of China costumes.

They all looked at the carriage with awe!

When the carriage of Wang Zhong arrived at the central palace. The main door of the Dao Palace had been completely opened, and Zuma stood at the door with a strong ancestral spirit to greet him respectfully.

"Dharma Protector Zuma welcomes the Taoist Lord back to the palace!"

"The Dharma Protector Ancestral Spirit welcomes the Dao Master back to the palace!"

Beside the ancestral Indian spirits dressed in animal skins. There were even some monks in Taoist robes, and when they saw Wang Zhong's gaze sweeping, they all respectfully performed a Taoist ceremony.

Wang Zhong entered the Taoist Palace surrounded by many ancestral spirits and monks.

The decoration inside the Taoist Palace is very luxurious, carved dragons and phoenixes can be seen everywhere, and the things used are either gold or jade. In the center of the main hall of the Taoist Palace, there is a huge dragon chair, the dragon chair is not gold or jade, there are nine dragon play bead patterns, indescribable dignity.

There is a god sitting on the dragon chair, the black dragon robe is painted with a Xuanwu pattern, wearing a flat sky crown, and the Yingluo on the flat sky crown hangs down, faintly making people unable to see the face!

However, what shocked Wang Zhong the most was that pair of eyes, there seemed to be the sun and moon rising and falling in those eyes, and the heaven and earth sinking, Wang Zhong had a feeling that as long as this person was willing, as long as he looked at it, Wang Zhong would be gone!

What he had, in front of this god, was as pale as white paper!

But strangely, although this god is powerful, it gives people a feeling of shadow, as if it will dissipate soon!

"This seat is just a distraction of the True Martial Emperor!"

As if sensing Wang Zhong's doubts, the gods on the throne took the initiative to explain.

"Xuanwu created a Taoist Australian lineage, deserve a reward!"

Emperor Zhenwu saw that Wang Zhong was a little clear, and said loudly.

"Wang Zhong is specially appointed as the master of the Australian True Martial Arts Palace, and he will return to the throne after a hundred years!"

As soon as Emperor Zhenwu's words fell, a golden text appeared in the air. With Heavenly Constitution in his mouth, every word of the powerful god represents the laws of heaven and earth.

Located at the bottom of the Dragon Chair of the True Martial Emperor, a huge Taishi chair suddenly appeared, and the appearance of the Taishi chair did not have a trace of abruptness, as if he had been there all along.

"I respectfully ask the Taoist Lord to ascend to the throne!"

Whether it was the monk in green clothes or the Indian ancestral spirit dressed in animal skins, they all bowed and said.

Wang Zhong was not polite, and sat down peacefully under the respectful gaze of everyone. At the moment when Wang Zhong sat down, he saw three rays of black, blue and purple light suddenly fall from the air.

The black Xuanguang was the first to fall, and the cyan Dao robe on Wang Zhong's body faded in the black light, slowly forming a Xuanwu robe printed with water patterns.

This is the luck of the true martial arts system, Wang Zhong has opened up another Australian vein for the Xuanwu Taoist system, and he should be rewarded!

The cyan light fell immediately, and Wang Zhong's luck rose suddenly, this is the luck of Xuanmen, and Australia has opened up a vein of Xuanmen. Reward!

Seeing that the two rays of light had already fallen, the last ball of purple qi luck circled above Wang Zhong's head before falling. Wang Zhong was appointed by the China Taoist Association as the president of the Australian Taoist Association and the abbot of the Zhenwu Dojo. And give the golden seal, the precept board. This is a reward from the state, so there is a hint of national luck. Of course, this national fortune is probably not as good as a drop in the bucket for the country, but for Wang Zhong, it is a great benefit. With the help of this purple luck, the luck on the Dao Palace turned pale cyan.

But these benefits are far from over, and on the case in front of Wang Zhong, a golden seal suddenly appeared. A precept board, a true martial sword!

The golden seal and the purple national fortune on the precept board are the clear proof that the Chinese Taoist Association gave Wang Zhongzhang the pipe vein!

Because he accepted the position of president of the Australian branch of the Chinese Taoist Association, the luck of the Australian Zhenwu Dojo has been linked to the semi-official organization of the Chinese Taoist Association. A trace of luck visible to the naked eye came from the far east, and it was luck that fed back!

The golden seal is the main reward, and the precept board is a punishment!

Meritorious deeds will be rewarded, and faults will be punished!

Because the precept board is a reward from the state, it also has a hint of purple national fortune on it, as if it is a purple dragon. Wrapped around the precept plate.

Zuma and the other ghosts and gods all looked at the precept board with a look of fear, thinking that it would not be very pleasant to hit them!

The True Martial Sword is the inheritance of the Nine Palaces Sect. The main killing, but also the past generations of Taoist priests have been practicing for hundreds of years, with a strong spirituality, ghosts and gods but there are disobedient, disobedient, can be killed!

Wang Zhong saw the three things in front of him, and knew in his heart that in the Dao Palace, except for the clone of the True Martial Emperor, he had the highest status.

This silk clone of the Emperor Zhenwu. is also sitting in the Dao Palace for himself, waiting for himself to enter the yin for a hundred years. The Dao Palace will be in charge of itself!

To put it bluntly, Emperor Zhenwu is really a temporary pipe palace, and this Dao Palace is still his foundation!

It's just that there is a difference between man and God. I can't control it directly!

Thinking about this, Wang Zhong looked at the Indian ancestral spirit wearing animal skins, and his brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

The luck in the air seemed to have sensed Wang Zhong's thoughts, and it shot down suddenly, and when the white light dissipated, the outfits of Zuma and the others changed greatly.

The animal skins around the body have turned into bright armor with hair, and the weapons in his hands have also become Chinese-style swords and spears!

Emperor Zhenwu, who was a little shadowy, was not displeased because of Wang Zhong's overstepping, but showed a look of satisfaction and appreciation in his eyes.

"Congratulations to the Daoist!"

Under the leadership of the one-year old Taoist priest, the monk in Tsing Yi was the first to congratulate.

"Who are you, and why are you in my dojo?"

Wang Zhong received the tacit approval of Emperor Zhenwu and asked fearlessly.

"Daoist Enlightenment, we are all monks of the past dynasties of Wudang, and we have all been reduced to ghost cultivators because of insufficient merit. The Taoist expounds Taoism in Australia, and the luck of the Xuanmen is greatly increased, and we are ordered to obey the dispatch of the Taoist!"

The old monk said respectfully.

"On whose orders?"

Wang Zhong sat upright and asked loudly.

The old monk didn't speak, but just looked at the Zhenwu Emperor who was on the throne with his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Wang Zhong did not express his opinion, but asked.

"The old Taoist name has forgotten jì, and the road number is Biqing!"

The old Taoist priest said respectfully.

Wang Zhong looked at the Taoist priest in front of him and did not speak, although he had not been in the Taoist for a long time, he had also seen all over the Taoist treasure. What's more, there is You Xuande beside him, a Taoist master like Ren Farong, and his knowledge is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary Taoist priests.

The Taoist priest in front of him had no hope of seeking immortals, and finally disbanded, and he didn't want to be reincarnated and practice again. You can only become a Taoist protector and protect future generations of disciples!

As long as the friends of the cultivator know, thousands of ancestors, thousands of masters!

When you become a Taoist disciple and start practicing, the ancestors of the past generations will give you blessings and help you get through the passes!

If you practice well, you can even ask Master Zu to be your own protector!

These ancestors are the Taoist priests of the past dynasties!

Biqing and the others in front of them are the Taoist masters of Wudang Mountain in the past dynasties, they have not achieved earth immortals, they have escaped from reincarnation, and in the end they can only become ghost immortals!

"Appoint Zuma as the head of the Xuanwu Dojo Dharma Protector, lead the Indian Dharma Protector, and protect the Dao system!"

As soon as Emperor Zhenwu's words fell, a golden text appeared in the air, and the luck in the air was divided into a group, wrapping Zuma.

"Daoist Ende, I swear not to forget!"

Zuma, dressed in general armor, also stepped forward and gave Wang Zhong a big salute.

Wang Zhong only then had time to carefully look at Zuma and other Indian ancestral spirits, because there was incense offerings, their shriveled muscles were puffed up again, and the momentum on their bodies was much fiercer.

If you want to say that the biggest change, it is Zuma. Because of the edict of the Emperor Zhenwu, Zuma's cold aura all over his body has disappeared, and there is a faint warm divine light flickering around his body.

Zuma's name has been registered in the divine book, and he has completely gotten rid of the restriction of blood food, as long as the incense is not extinguished, Zuma is not in danger of falling.

Biqing and the others looked at Zuma with some envy, Zuma can be said to have ascended to the sky in one step, from a demon spirit in the nether realm, to a god sealed by the Emperor Zhenwu, although this god is the smallest protector of the kind, but it is also a god, isn't it? (To be continued) R580