That kick was just the beginning, and the little Taoist boy looked crazy, desperately attacking the kneeling statue with a faint golden light.

When I was exhausted in the end, I didn't forget to spit on it when I was pulled away by the master:

"Brute, small country, wait, wait for Dao Ye to grow up!"

Zhang Xiao shook her head lightly and sighed in her heart.

In the end, he is still a child, immature, and no matter how angry a mature person like himself is, he will not be like this.

I will only keep that feeling in my heart, turn it into motivation, and take revenge with practical actions.

Xiao Daotong seemed to be tired, and was carried on his back by the master, crying with a whimper.

The crying faded away, and little by little it disappeared under the steps.

Zhang Chengdao said softly:

"Let's go, let's go inside."

Stepping into the palace gate, Zhang Xiao stood in place in a daze.

He never thought that he would see such a scene, and the temple was densely packed with countless spiritual seats.

Layer upon layer, layer upon layer, from the ground to the ceiling.

He was enveloped by a grief that was far heavier than before, and any words and words were pale at this time.

This is

Zhang Chengdao lifted his robe and knelt on the futon in front of the spiritual seat, Zhang Xiao came back to his senses and hurriedly knelt on the futon a little later next to him.

"Xiaoxiao, here are the ancestors of my Daomen, the martyrs who sleep for the Tao that they hold in their hearts."

Zhang Xiao listened silently, his gaze skimming over the nearest spiritual seat.

Unlike ordinary spiritual positions, the content written on these spiritual positions is very simple:

"Zang Zhun, he was born in the year of the year, and he sat on the day of the month of Wuyin"

"Xu Caimei, Ding Mao Day of Ding Hai Moon of the Year of Yi Mao, sat on the Wu Wu Day of the month of the Year of Wu Yin"

"Tong Jingqiu, sitting on the day of the first month of the year of Wuyin"

"Ding Zhilian"

Zhang Xiao found that on the spirit card, the sitting dates of these predecessors were all on the same day, the day of the first month of the year of Wuyin.

He looked at this dense, layered spiritual position in horror, not to mention more than 10,000.

These are all the seniors who sat down on the same day?

Wu Yin year Yi Mao month Wu Wu day. It was March 27, 1938, and what really happened on that day?

"Xiaoxiao. These are troubled times. ”

Zhang Chengdao suddenly said softly:

"This is a separate place of memorial, only for the ancestors who died on that day."

"Dad, what the hell is going on? This is what the little devils did? Is it Onmyoji? ”

Even though he knew that Zhang Chengdao would definitely say it, Zhang Xiao couldn't help but ask.

He had only one urgent thought in his mind, and that was to figure out what had happened that day.

Zhang Chengdao was silent for a while, and his thoughts seemed to drift to the day of 38 years.

His eyes were slightly distracted, and he muttered:

"That year, I was eight years old."

As the saying goes, it is better to be a peaceful dog than a troubled world.

Since the foreign devils united and entered the capital, the way of the world began to change, and by 1930, the entire land of China was already full of devastation and gunsmoke.

It is said that heroes are born in this troubled world, but there are also demons in this troubled world.

The old and young masters have heard big bizarre stories since childhood, most of which are from troubled times, especially the Republic of China, which is in the midst of great changes unseen in three thousand years.

This humanity is unstable, and the immortal path can't be stable if it wants to, under boundless resentment.

There are many weirdness in this period.

In the Taiping period, these stories were a wine table to entertain, chatting and telling ancient jokes, but at that time, it was really what happened to the common people.

Originally, it was not easy to have a good time, coupled with the endless weirdness, it was really a hemp rope that was broken in detail, and bad luck always haunted people.

The suffering of the common people and the future of China are considered by those young people who are wise, brave, benevolent and loving.

But the matter of gods and ghosts is imminent, and it cannot wait, nor can it be slow.

Fortunately, there are strange people who are worried about the world, and they have come out of the mountains one after another to suppress this strangeness that does not belong to the world.

Most of them are just ordinary people, some of them don't even have a serious teacher, relying on things passed down by word of mouth, or a broken book.

But he fought with his life and fought with the ghostly monster for glory and wealth?

How can there be such a high pursuit, all it does is peace of mind.

Of course, this gate is no exception, except for those who are too small and too old, they have to maintain the [Heavenly Court].

The rest is scattered out and out of the mountain! Quell the chaos!

But this heavenly kingdom is a vast land, a large population, more than 10,000 Taoist disciples plus those brave ordinary people in the world.

But it is enough to encourage support and not let the weird become bigger.

Finally there was such a day.

All the disciples outside the Dao Sect received the Heavenly Master's order.

Zhang Chengdao's voice stopped, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes looked at the tablets.

hurriedly took it back, many of these tablets were familiar to him, familiar names.

As soon as he saw those names, the figures of those who had long since passed away would float in front of his eyes.

It was as if they were still there, smiling, slowly moving towards the deep darkness.

"Dad" Zhang Xiao looked at Zhang Chengdao worriedly.

"It's fine." Zhang Chengdao shook his head and spoke again.

It was a huge monstrous snake with eight heads, and its figure covered the sky.

Ordered by the Heavenly Master.

Throughout the land of China, all kinds of decent people who are walking in the troubled times may be notified by friends.

Or saw a notice that hid the secret words of the door, and silently returned home to say goodbye to his family.

I packed my simple luggage and set out on the journey with a mortal heart.

The various sects showed their housekeeping skills and moved the giant snake to the vast and sparsely populated grassland.

That battle lasted half a month.

Facing the alliance of the giant snake and the onmyoji plus Shintoism, as well as the Shikigami summoned by slaughter in front of them.

Zhang Chengdao used the word "heavy casualties" to describe it.

In the end, the grief-stricken Daomen and the other factions began a suicidal charge desperately.

"Xiaoxiao, do you know what is the strongest move of our Daomen?"

Zhang Chengdao suddenly asked.

"Five Thunder Rectification?"

"No, it's a moment of condensing one's own spirit and spirit, burning one's all, and blooming.

This blow is called Huadao. It is the way to end together. ”

On that day, the dazzling light of the Avatar Strike filled almost the entire battlefield.

There are no grandiose words, and there are no tragic last words.

Many simply smiled and waved goodbye to their companions, then turned around and burned themselves into a bright light.

At the end, a Taoist shouted:

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is only one poor person left in a certain sect, if there are fellow Daoists, you still remember that small sect.

I also hope that on the next year's sacrifice day, I will put incense on the poor road.

Fellow Daoists, the poor road is one step ahead! ”

"Don't worry, it's better to go home."

"Together Together"

"Together Together"

"Together Together"

That blow pierced through the stars.

"Xiaoxiao, remember this number, seventeen thousand and twenty-four.

This is the number of seniors who sat down on that day of my Daomen. ”

Zhang Xiao clenched her fists tightly, and her voice was hoarse:

"Yes, I remember."

"Son, do you think the Daomen is great?"

Without waiting for Zhang Xiao to answer, Zhang Chengdao said to himself:

"Actually, it's not great at all, because those ordinary people give far more than the Daomen.

They are the real great.

We just took up arms and fought with them. ”

Zhang Chengdao stood up and looked at the dense spirit cards:

"Daomen has never hated it like this.

This hatred is difficult to extinguish with the water of the three rivers and five lakes.

Remember this hatred and don't forget! ”

When Zhang Xiao finally stopped panting, he hissed and asked:

"Dad, can we get revenge? Count me in! ”

Zhang Chengdao smiled, showing Sensen's smile and coldness, and pointed to the statue of the priest:

"The soul of the head of the Shinto sect and the patriarch of the Onmyoji family is here."

Zhang Xiao was stunned, only to feel that the fight he had just made was too light, and there were still many very good moves that had not been performed.

But I heard Zhang Chengdao continue:

"Xiaoxiao, Fusang now only has a magic institute, and he is fully learning Western magic, why is this?"

There was happiness on his face:

"That is the first thing that the Daomen has relieved, is to cross the sea, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and leave no chickens and dogs!

Completely destroy Shinto and Onmyoji.

So. They only have a magic house. ”

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

Well, as I expected, the changes are not small, and the full version is in the group file.

(End of chapter)