The mountain behind Longhu Mountain, this place was laid down by the first generation patriarch Zhang Daoling. What ordinary people see is a dead end, but people in the Heavenly Master's Mansion can see the mystery.

The fog was thick under the rain in the back mountain, and a fragrance suddenly came from a blocked side hall. The little Taoist priest who was cleaning the courtyard sniffed his nose and looked at the side hall curiously.

"It's strange, it's been locked up here for three years, how can there be a smell of incense."

The little Taoist priest didn't understand the reason, but after seeing the vast skills of the senior brothers in the back mountain, he didn't think it was strange.

The little Taoist priest still cleaned the courtyard as if nothing had happened, and the fragrance gradually wafted throughout the back mountain with the mist. At first, no one paid attention to it, but after an hour, someone finally realized that something was wrong.

How could the smell of ordinary incense drift so far away, and there was no trace of dissipation. For a while, many people came to the side hall looking for the fragrance, and the senior brother with a higher status knew that this was the lock of the Heavenly Master himself, so he didn't dare to open the lock to check.

"Senior Brother Zhang Lu is here." Someone whispered in the back.

In the distance, a young man in loose black clothes walked slowly, this person only looked like twenty-six or seven, but he could make a group of young people from Longhu Mountain respect. This person is Lu Junfeng who Li Anxin misses, but what he doesn't know is that Lu Junfeng has been given the surname Zhang!

If Li An knew about this, he was afraid that he would vomit blood in anger.

Lu Junfeng's eyes were bright, but he stepped on the rain without the slightest ripple.

"I have already told you uncles that you still need to avoid this matter." Lu Junfeng said gently.

When everyone heard this, they all said yes, and then turned and left.

After half a ring, dozens of figures slowly walked over, among which the yellow, purple, black and white robes were the most conspicuous.

"Meet your uncles." Lu Junfeng waved his hand.

"Junfeng, I haven't seen you for a few years and you've become a lot stronger." The white-robed old man squinted his eyes and smiled.

The white robe is the most mysterious branch in the Taoist Sect, called the Hades, and the main contact is the Charm and Spirit. Normally, they live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and many Daoist disciples may not be able to see them in their lifetime.

Lu Junfeng felt that the old man was angry, but the other party must have seen it when he said this. Shake your hands. "In recent years, there have been no more disasters, and the cultivation has been faster."

Hearing the word scourge, the white-robed old man's brows jumped twice, "It's okay, I heard that you were given the surname by the Heavenly Master, and you will be the heir of the Heavenly Master in the future, and you still need to calm down and cultivate in this aspect." “

Lu Junfeng nodded yes, but the corners of his mouth twitched. "It's not the same for your old man."

"Okay, let's see what's going on. That kid hasn't moved for three years, and I thought he was dead over there. "A young man in a black robe.

Several people's faces became strange when they heard this, and the yellow-robed Taoist priest opened the door lock, and a strong fragrance came to his nose.

The display in the side hall is very simple, a painting, a table, an incense burner, and a burning incense.

"It's finished?" A yellow-robed Taoist priest was stunned when he saw the scene in the house.

"It should be!" One chimed in.

"With such a strong luck, it seems that he is thriving over there." The black-robed man said in a low voice.

"Junfeng, take down the portrait of Ang Lee. Burn three incense sticks to draw a quote. The white-robed old man said.

Lu Junfeng waved his hand when he heard this, took down the portrait and took out a thick brush with an arm from the table, chicken blood is a common thing for Taoist priests, and the brush dipped in chicken blood red and began to carve on the ground.

When everything was done, Lu Junfeng threw out a burning talisman paper and landed on the chicken blood, and immediately the talisman burst into flames, but it only lasted for more than ten seconds before it was extinguished.

As the flame went out, three sticks of incense inserted in the censer were suddenly ignited. The rich luck in the house dissipated instantly, and the next moment everyone in the entire Longhu Mountain felt refreshed, as if it was ushering in autumn rain in the hot summer, and it was like a fire in an extremely cold place.

"Junfeng, the barrier has not been opened, and you young people still need a lot of experience. Now that Ang Lee is ready over there, you should also go over. The purple-robed Taoist who had never spoken said kindly.

"The disciple has been ready to move for a long time, and he can't let that guy do everything." Lu Junfeng said with a smile.

Several people nodded in satisfaction when they heard this, and the next moment everyone left the room. It's just that there are a few more portraits in the room, and Lu Junfeng is among them.

At night, Lu Junfeng leaned on the bed, and the faint light of his mobile phone illuminated his face pale.

Photographs slid through his fingertips, most of them from his past experiences. When the photo stopped at the three eighteen or nineteen-year-old figures, Lu Junfeng sighed softly.

"Are you leaving?" Suddenly, there was a murky voice in the empty room.

Lu Junfeng turned off the screen of his mobile phone when he heard this, and said lightly. "You'd better reincarnate as soon as possible after I leave, if you are discovered by those uncles, you're afraid you won't even have a chance to reincarnate."

"What's the good thing about reincarnation, unless you can pass Meng Po soup." The voice of resentment sounded again.

"Is it really good to have so many memories around?" Lu Junfeng sighed softly.

Hooking Chen Xingluo's compound, with the end of the three-day preaching, Li An finally let go of his hanging heart. It's been three years, and I've finally completed what the master has assigned. But I can only blame myself for all this, if I knew how to keep my eyes open three years ago, and understood the truth that wealth is not exposed, I would not have fought alone for so long.

"Master, there are a lot of people out there who want to see you." Wei Xuan pushed the door and entered, excitedly.

Li An glanced at Wei Xuan and said flatly, "You seem to be very happy to look at it." “

"Of course, Master is admired by all people, and of course I am proud." Wei Xuan looked up and said.

Li An shook his head slightly when he heard this, and sighed. "The tree is very windy, and besides, our tree is in the desert. Being admired is not necessarily a good thing, Master, I can't afford it! “

Now only Ang Lee himself knows best, he just used some means to create the current scene. Those high up in the sixth realm, the seventh realm, it is still difficult for him to face. There are always times when people are lax, and in this world of conspiracy and conspiracy, their own strength is not good, and they don't even know how to die.

"You kid is smart, but you don't have a good heart. Maybe it's because he's still young and hasn't been deeply involved in the world. When there is a chance in the future, I still need to die and cultivate. Li An said calmly.

Hearing the joy on his face, Wei Xuan hurriedly said, "When?" “

Li An's face twitched twice when he saw this, this guy seemed to want to go out and wave.

"You go and inform Luo Zifeng and ask him to build an ancestral hall for Suzaku. In the future, you can offer incense, and you can meet everyone together when the ancestral hall is built. Li An said calmly.

"I'll go." Wei Xuanxing hurriedly ran out.

Li An looked at Wei Xuan's back and shook his head slightly, and just as he was about to rest, the sound of footsteps came, and Rosin Xiangyu knocked on the door and walked in.

"Master, the incense ding that you have made my attention pay attention to has reacted, and the unlit incense has been burned." Rosin Xiangyu seemed to have something on her mind and bowed her head.

"Got it, go get busy." Li An took a sip of tea and walked away casually.

Seeing that Li An wanted to rest, Rosin Xiangyu hesitated for a moment and frowned. "Master, I seem to have fallen into a fantasy just now."

"Huh? What do you see? Ang Lee stopped and smiled.

"I saw a mountain with people on it, dressed in the same robes as us. There is also a side hall, and there are more than a dozen people in the side hall. Rosin Xiangyu recalled the previous scene.

"That's not an illusion, what you see is the same door." Li An said casually, ignoring that there were outsiders in the room, and lay on the bed in a big word.

Receiving an affirmative answer, Rosin Xiangyu's brows stretched, but a monstrous wave was set off in her heart.

The Taoist priests wearing various Taoist robes in that picture, she couldn't see through any of them. Even when the young man drew the talisman, the aura he exuded was extremely deep.

"It turns out that there really is a Dao Sect, which is unfathomable!" Rosin Yu said secretly.

Li An lay on the bed and ignored the rosin jade, and after half a ring, the door was gently closed, and Li An opened his eyes.

"This girl has something on her mind!" Li An looked at Fang Liang and muttered to himself.

"I don't know what happened to Longhu Mountain, and how many people have opened the Mandate of Heaven in three years." Li An exhaled a cloudy breath, his eyelids were heavy, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

Three years ago, Li Ang found a way to forcibly open the Mandate of Heaven, and passed this method back through the reference charm. In his heart, he was in another world, and there were four ghost kings teaching him the cultivation method, and the people in Longhu Mountain were only comparable to him at most.

But in fact, at this time, Longhu Mountain was thriving, and the method passed back by Li An was drastically revised by the old heavenly master. The so-called forcible opening of the mandate of heaven has become a strong blooming of three flowers on Longhu Mountain. All those who have cultivated for three years, if they have no bad conduct, can go to the back mountain to bloom three flowers and bear white lotus.