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Seventh Uncle smiled with pride and pride, "Old man Qian Feng is the eleventh generation patriarch of the Daoist Sect, Zhao Wuchen, the son of the Daoist Sect. In Long Gate Cave, Baoji County, Shaanxi Province, Old man Qian Feng is the only disciple of the Ghost Infant Yuan Spirit that has been recorded in history."

I picked up the newspaper on the table. There were a few lines of indistinct words on the middle page, so even if it was restored, it wouldn't be this detailed. At most, it would be the basic introduction to Old Man Qian Feng.

Seventh Uncle's smile became even wider. "You guys sure are lucky!" Zhao Wuchen and I can be considered to have some connections? "

Fatty Lei lifted his nose, "Seventh Uncle, where is Old Man Qian Feng? Inviting him out of the mountain is just to find out where the primordial spirit is, so we'll destroy it in one fell swoop. "

"Ai …" "Zhao Wuchen has already passed away for almost eighty years. However, my Master, Daoist Master Daoling, is the last disciple of Zhao Wuchen."

"Isn't Seventh Uncle the grand disciple of the Qian Feng elder Zhao Wuchen? "So Seventh Uncle is also a disciple of the Dragon Sect!" Fatty Lei laughed dryly.

Seventh Uncle nodded. "My master has lived in seclusion for many years, and has not seen the world for twenty years. Eighteen years old and only less than five years old. My teacher, the Longmen Sect, has learnt so many techniques, I've only learned the basest of them. "

Saying this, I have a general idea of the direction to go. Daoist Master Dao Tomb is Zhao Wuchen's last disciple, so he naturally knows some things about the primordial spirit. As long as I know the exact location of the primordial spirit, I have the confidence to destroy it.

Fatty Lei asked, "Seventh Uncle, do you mean that you want us to find Dao Tomb Zhenren and ask him to enlighten us, but is he still in the entrance?"

Seventh Uncle smiled, "My master has been in closed-door training for many years, and the Sect Leader has also changed. As for whether or not he is still in the Dragon Gate Cave, I do not know."

Seeing Seventh Uncle's expression, I knew that he would definitely be able to find Dao Tomb Zhenren. "Alright, Seventh Uncle, don't keep us in suspense. It's been so many years since we've returned, it's time to pay a visit to the Longmen Sect."

Seventh Uncle sighed, "Help me get the ghosts in the basement to the maximum before you say anything else, do you hear me?"

The Dragon Gate Sect was situated in the northern part of the village, living a life of eating pine nuts, wearing a pine cone, eating pine nuts, and drinking pine nuts. It was no wonder that Seventh Uncle was able to run down the mountain after a few years of learning.

After sending away these dead souls that afternoon, I was completely exhausted. Seventh Uncle was simply avenging his personal interests by using me and Fatty Lei as his third grandson. After running for an entire afternoon, his body was covered in talismans and he held onto a wooden sword as he jumped up and down like a lunatic.

Fatty Lei and I were exhausted, but just as we were about to get off work, he said, "You two, don't be idle. Call Yin Ji. Let's go to Shaanxi."

Fatty Lei laid on the floor and didn't get up. I helplessly returned to the office and started to sort out Seventh Uncle's daily necessities like a secretary. There was steam coming from the tea cup, so I didn't say anything as I picked up the cup and took a sip.

Seeing me, "Brother Netherworld, have you finished your legal tasks? "Where's Seventh Uncle?"

"Ai!" "Seventh Uncle is very busy, you have a mission, come with us to Shaanxi,"

Yin Gongle blossomed, rubbing his hands on his clothes, anticipation written all over his face. "When are we leaving?"

I looked outside the door, he understood, after work, Fatty Lei driving, Shaanxi Road is not close! When they drove there, they would only be able to arrive at midnight. Seventh Uncle smiled and said, "For something like this, it's not too late to be in a rush. After 12 o'clock, you still have four days left."

Damn, I wanted to go to the hospital to take a look at Wen Ran and Bai Xiaomeng! It seemed that he could only resign himself to fate.

After tossing and turning all afternoon while leaning on the window, I quickly fell asleep. The next morning, I was awoken by Fatty Lei's snoring sound and was already in Shaanxi. I frowned, "It's so slow. It took me more than 10 hours to reach Shaanxi."

Seventh Uncle opened the door to the front passenger seat. "Don't just stand there and talk. It's good enough that we can get into this ravine."

I got off the carriage and was already in the vicinity of the Longmen Cave when a few young Daoists stopped us. "Benefactor, I am praying for the sect leader to expel us from trouble. I am not accepting any visits."

Seventh Uncle revealed his purpose and identity, but a few of the young Daoists did not care about face, saying that the Sect Leader was currently observing and praying that they were unable to identify Seventh Uncle's disciples from the Dragon Sect.

Seventh Uncle looked at the towering steps of the Dragon King's Temple, pushed aside the two young Daoists in front of him, and kneeled down on the steps. He turned around and told the four of us to kneel and walk up the mountain.

Seeing Seventh Uncle kneel down, the few young daoists guarding the mountain consciously moved aside.

Fatty Lei and I hurriedly asked, "Seventh Uncle, what do you mean? Why are you kneeling down so that they won't say anything?"

Seventh Uncle shook his head, "This is the rule set down by Elder Qian Feng. He is a pious man, and nobody can stop him if he kneels up the mountain. Only the church's servants know of this rule."

He turned his head to look at the few young Daoists. All of them had shocked expressions on their faces.

The three of us had no choice but to kneel down. This... One flight of stairs at a time, kneeling up the mountain, godly and ungodly, on one side, on the other.

The rest of the journey was as long as 25,000 miles, and with every step he took, his knees felt a piercing pain. Fatty Lei couldn't take it anymore, he lay on his back on the steps with his feet up in the air, cursing his mother, "Damn it, I was fishing with Mr. Zhou just a few minutes ago! Now I'm going to fucking kneel. "

When I was a third of the way down, I couldn't hold on any longer. I stood up and brushed the dust off my legs. The steps up the mountain were rough and angular, and my pants were frayed. I am a descendant of the Spirit Realm, a kneeling sect of the Dragon Gate! If the ancestor knew about this, he would have definitely struck me to death with five thunderbolts.

He stood up straight and shouted to Fatty Lei, "Damn fatty, hand over that guy and come up!"

At this moment, I completely lost my patience. It didn't matter if the water flowed into the Dragon King's Temple or not. What the hell does that have to do with me?

Fatty Lei Ling stood up like a corpse and took out his gun from his waist. He pointed it at the little Daoist below and saw that no one was stopping him, he ran over and panted as he said, "Brother, say it earlier!" My knees are swollen. "

At this time, Seventh Uncle who was in front stopped, wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "You two, don't cause any trouble for me. No matter what happens, you are not allowed to shoot. You are not allowed to say that you are a police officer, do you understand?"

Fatty Lei and I nodded in unison. Yin Fu looked like a devout follower as he obediently kneeled behind Seventh Uncle, bowing with each step he took.

Fatty Lei and I lit up a cigarette halfway up the mountain, "Huang Quan, I'm not saying that you made yourself so tired to save two unrelated people, but Wen Ran was one thing. He slept with you for an entire night, so why are you so concerned about Xiao Meng, is it because of him that you're pitiful? There are so many pitiful people in the world, can you save them? "

Hearing his words, I flew into a rage and flung my cigarette butt away. "Yes, this fatty will teach you a lesson. This little one dares not do it again." He got up and patted his butt before walking up the stairs.

Fatty Lei caught up and put his hand on my shoulder, "Actually, I want to talk to you about Ding Lan Xin. It's not appropriate for you two to be together. There should be one... Find a gentle and gentle looking little girl. Ding Lan's heart is too strong, and you also have a deep friendship with her.

Originally, I was in a bad mood. After walking on my knees for a few miles, I was now talking about my bad thoughts. I raised my elbow and fiercely punched him in the chest. It hurt so much that his expression changed, "Grandson!" It would be better if he died! Let me show you how an immeasurably talented Spirit Chosen can revive you.

When we arrived at the entrance of the True Martial Palace, Fatty Lei and I struggled to help Seventh Uncle up. His eyes were glazed and he looked like he was about to collapse.

A person dressed in a Daoist robe walked out. He looked to be about 40 years of age, "Benefactor is destined for the Dao. May I ask what you are here for? My master is praying for good fortune, so it is not appropriate to go out to receive him."

Every single one of them sat cross-legged with their eyes tightly closed, muttering to themselves. However, after the middle-aged Daoist asked around, he was able to let Seventh Uncle and Yin Ji in, but when Fatty Lei and I were about to move, he stopped us, "Almsgiver, you are not sincere, it is not possible to pass the test. This temple is not fated with the two of you, please leave!"

Fatty Lei and I were so angered by his words that we opened our eyes and looked into the main hall. Yin Jia supported Seventh Uncle to the center of the hall, and all the Taoists stood up and surrounded the two of them. We didn't know what kind of welcoming ceremony it was, but there was actually booing coming from inside, as if it was the result of a fake singer going through the gang.