Lin Zhengyang randomly chose a wooden chair to sit down.

The tables and chairs here are also not to be taken away.

Lin Zhengyang tried repeatedly, it was okay to move in the hall, as long as he took it out, he would reappear in the same place.

The rest of the furniture is like this.

Either non-violent destruction cannot be moved, or it cannot be taken out of the main hall.

If it is destroyed, it will trigger a counterattack by the palace itself, except for Lin Zhengyang, the master, of course.

It seems that the palace itself has a restriction that "guests cannot take away or destroy the palace".

"What can be taken away is not the most precious."

A white jade ruyi was solemnly placed on the table by him.

After doing it, Lin Zhengyang faced the blank wall in front of him and began to meditate.

"I need to know that I forgot things ·······"

"I need to know how to master the main temple·······"

"I need to know, the cause and effect that is entanglement in me ·······"

At the same time, in the white jade Ruyi on the table, the reserve force was constantly consumed, and miniature talismans the size of peas floated on Ruyi's body, submerging into the blank wall in front of him.

Then, the entire main shrine was shrouded in a layer of hazy fluorescence, and suddenly flickered, disappearing from the outer side of the world.

In the hall, a sleepy machine spirit boy sat at random, and suddenly a spirit looked over.

"Sir!"

The green-clothed spirit boy ran barefoot, pulling open the screen.

When I saw it, the overflowing streamer flowed out from the blank wall, colorful, like a ribbon, fluttering in the air, slowly submerging Lin Zhengyang's figure········

··········

"Here it is····· The old house of the Lin family? ”

In a trance, Lin Zhengyang stepped on the soft black mud ground, and was surprised to find that in front of him was the Lin family's mansion in this life.

And he was standing on the path west of the gate.

Immediately, he realized that something was wrong.

"I, wait, what's this dress?"

He looked at himself, and he was wearing a flowing wide-sleeved fairy dress, and he was still holding a green jade short staff in his hand.

The head was a little heavy, and when I touched it with my hand, I was still holding a double ring on my head to look at the fairy bun.

"This, isn't this the dress of the Tang Dynasty?"

It's ridiculous.

Take a closer look.

The upper skirt and the lower skirt, the ribbon flying, it seems to be a shawl.

"What's wrong with me?"

The exit was a female voice as tactful as a yellow bird, and she subconsciously covered her mouth.

In the inner view, there is a clear spring and a pool of water, and there is only a lotus flower in the center, which is in full bloom quietly, and a woman lies quietly in the flower, her eyebrows are like a picture, and it is vaguely the appearance of Fang Xiaoxi.

As if sensing something, Fang Xiaoxi opened his eyes and looked at Lin Zhengyang's gaze.

Boom, the thunder of the nine heavens resounded in the ears.

"Taoist Secret Five-Tone Thunder Method!"

Before he could think of this, he was shocked out of his body without being caught off-guard.

Then I saw Fang Xiaoxi's pretty face, and with a finger of the short cane in his hand, a hazy mist was born on the ground, and it was shrouded in dense fog in all directions.

"Quick, quick, quick, she's here, here—"

The sound of messy footsteps sounded densely, and dozens of ill-intentioned men and women came with swords.

"That's her, it's a big demon!"

"Kill her, take the demon pill!"

"And this Lin family, dare to make friends with demons and kill them together!"

These people shouted awe-inspiringly, and each of them used his magic weapon.

Fang Xiaoxi's pretty face was covered with a layer of frost, and she didn't care about Fang Cai's momentary distraction, she stepped on her feet, pinched the trick with her left hand, and her clothes fluttered, indescribably elegant.

The posture is beautiful, as if in a painting.

Lin Zhengyang only felt that the scenery was constantly regressing, and the Tao that belonged to the gods was useless at all, just like a kite running with a kite string behind him.

The image in front of me gradually blurred, faded, and turned blank······

Before leaving, he worked hard to identify that the secret of the creek pinch was the long-lost secret Shenxiao Thunder Method of the Shenxiao Sect of the Song Dynasty.

Phew······

He exhaled reassuringly.

She won·······

The Shenxiao faction is famous for the earth-shattering power of the thunder method, although after the destruction of the Song Dynasty, the Shenxiao faction scattered and flowed into the various Taoist sects, and since then the thunder law has disappeared.

But there are still maps handed down, and Lin Zhengyang has read the Shenxiao Sect's Lei Fa Seal.

As long as Xiaoxi uses this thunder method completely, and uses her thousand-year-old Dao skills to prompt it, those beam-jumping clowns will deliver food no matter how much they come.

Consciousness blurred, and he appeared in a white light, and was rapidly reversing.

Then, slamming through a long, pitch-black tunnel, he felt the weightlessness of the rapid descent.

Icy ······· Deep········· Weightlessness···········

Loss of spatial ·········

Then the sense of time is lost········

I don't know how long it sank, and light appeared below.

Brighter and warmer, he slammed in.

A blinding white light.

He opened his eyes, and when he looked at it, he saw a sword stabbing him in the chest.

Subconsciously, turn over and jump, and grab whatever is random with your backhand, which is a wave.

Thorn -

Seventy or eighty meters long, the sword light, like a silver-white pinch, sliced tofu, sliced through the blade, through the soldiers who were glaring at him, through all the enemies in front of him, and through a forest behind.

Regardless of whether they are friends or enemies, everyone, but anyone who resists in front of them is all cut in two, and blood gushes out, and flesh and blood fill the sky!

Click, click, boom, boom·······

The big trees were neatly broken in two, and as far as the eye could see, there was nothing taller than his chest on this battlefield, whether it was a person or a tree.

Then, across the woods, where only the stumps remained, he met a group of enemies who were just beyond his sword light, and the stunned look in his eyes.

"Ahh

"Zhang Daoling has been resurrected, and Zhang Tianshi has deceived the corpse—"

The soldier with a yellow scarf on his head witnessed this scene with his own eyes, and used all his strength in his life to roar out.

Then, it's a massive run. As far as the eye can see, the mountains are full of yellow scarves.

"The Yellow Turbans?"

"Who am I this time?"

Only then did Lin Zhengyang notice that he seemed to be ······· Lying in a coffin.

Looking at the hand again, it is not the male and female slashing evil sword.

"It's even more ridiculous! Does Zhang Daoling have anything to do with me? ”

Lin Zhengyang felt inexplicable.

"Xiaoxi is my close person, what does this Daoling mean? Didn't he soar in Yuntai Mountain when he was three years old? ”

"Also, this is the end of the Han Dynasty, I remember that Zhang Lu should be alive at this time, how can it be possible that Heavenly Master Dao and Taiping Dao have nothing to do with each other? In fact, Taiping Dao is a branch of the Heavenly Master Dao, how could there be a Yellow Turban Army running to dig up Zhang Tianshi's grave? ”

It's just inexplicable.

Is there a mistake in the annals, or is there something unusual going on here?

Lin Zhengyang carefully recalled the life of Zhang Daoling.

This person is a descendant of Zhang Liang, and Zhang Liang almost became an immortal in his later years, and then his actual whereabouts are unknown, I don't know whether he became an immortal, but it can be seen from here that the family history originated.

When Zhang Daoling was a student, he was proficient in the Five Classics, but Confucianism did not talk about transcending life and death, so he abandoned Confucianism and entered Taoism, specializing in the art of immortality.

In the early years of Yongyuan, Emperor He of the Han Dynasty issued an edict three times, worshipping him as the Taifu and being named the Marquis of Ji County, but he was politely refused.

"Life is in the world, but it is only a hundred years old, time flies, and it is fleeting. The parents are long, and the wives and concubines are lovely, and they will disappear at any time. Who will see the grace of the monarch and the minister for a long time? Please tell the Holy Majesty, as long as you are quiet and have few desires, and rule by doing nothing, the world will naturally be decided, what use do you want me? I'm aiming for the green hills! ”

Leaving such a passage to the messenger, he traveled to the famous mountains and rivers, and at the age of sixty he became a god pill in Longhu Mountain, and his humanity became a reality.

This person could not have appeared in the late Han Dynasty.

Because he is actually a figure with a mission and destined to start Taoism.

Since Zhang Daoling, there is only Taoism, no Taoism; Since Zhang Daoling, there has been Taoism in China.

This is a key figure who connects the past and the next, and his status is not lost to Jiang Ziya, how can he appear here?