"Great Powerful Tianlong!"

"The Buddha Ksitigarbha!"

"Prajna Buddhas!"

"Prajnapa is coaxing!"

"Flying dragon is in the sky! Go!"

A golden dragon phantom as thick as a thumb rose from behind Chen Mang. The next moment, the golden dragon phantom shook slightly and disappeared intovisible in a blink of an eye.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Chen Mang's face, he sighed slightly, and after taking the effort, he sat down at the fire set up in the Taoist temple with slackening off.

Twelve years have passed.

It has been twelve years since I came to the world of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying.

As a two-vessel, Chen Mang first traveled to the world of "Green Snake" and became a young monk at Jinshan Temple. When the water was flooded with Jinshan, Fahai was arranged to take care of Xu Xian in Jinshan Temple.

It seemed like a relaxing job. After all, Qingshe did not commit murder when he broke into Jinshan Temple, so Chen Mang agreed without thinking.

Unexpectedly, the Qingshe who came to look for Xu Xian actually recognized him as a disciple of Fahai. In anger, he asked him to get the lunch box with his tail.

In this life, Chen Mang was born in an escort family.

From birth, I began to practice the "Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon Sutra" learned from Fahai. I had no choice but to catch up with a Dharma-Ending Age. The spiritual energy in the world was thin, and the magic power I had cultivated for twelve years was not enough to condense a phantom of the dragon as thick as a thumb.

If you continue practicing like this, even if you have practiced for five hundred years, you can only cultivate the magic power you had when you were slapped to death by the green snake with one tail.

The great way is endless, so what kind of immortal is there to cultivate...

Just when Chen Mang was about to accept his fate and lay down to make a salted fish, he unexpectedly heard a piece of news from the conversation between the bodyguard at home.

The head of the Emei Sect, the female hero Guo Xiang, passed away.

When names such as Guo Xiang, Guo Jing, the Divine Condor Heroes burst into his ears, he immediately knew which world he was in.

You can’t stop practicing immortality, and it’s good to practice peerless martial arts!

So, despite his family's opposition, he secretly took Panzangqiao's house and ran away, and rushed to Wudang Mountain to hug his thighs.

However, what confused him was that after half a month, he had traveled all the Taoist temples and caves on Wudang Mountain, but he never found the Wudang Sect's residence.

Those Taoist priests on the mountain have never even heard of the name Zhang Sanfeng!

"There is the Emei Sect, Guo Xiang, Yitian Sword, and Fengling Master, why is there no Zhang Sanfeng..."

While Chen Mang was thinking hard, a Taoist priest wearing a sloppy Taoist robe walked into the ruined Taoist temple where he lived.

The Taoist priest was fifty or sixty years old, with gray hair and casually scattered behind his head. His Taoist robe was covered with mud and a fat deer weighing dozens of pounds on his shoulders.

Chen Mang looked at the fat and short-legged deer and suddenly recognized that it was a long-extinct pig deer in modern society. As a modern person who has experienced legal education, his scalp was about to explode.

"Zhang San, you dare to kill even the pig deer. You are worthy of being a madman outside the law! If you are born 700 years later, you can wait to sit in the prison!"

The sloppy Taoist priest is named Zhang San, who is the owner of a small Taoist temple on Wudang Mountain. Since he had eaten Chen Mang's barbecue once, he was impressed by his cooking skills. He would cook some wild game every now and then give it to Chen Mang for cooking.

Chen Mang saved the trouble of catching wild game and happily accepted this division of labor.

Hearing Chen Mang's strange joke, Zhang San smiled: "You are not a god. How can you know what happened 700 years later?" After that, he went straight to the well to fetch water and deal with the hunted pig deer.

Chen Mang glanced at Zhang San and boasted: "I was taught by God since I was a child. I learned it three thousand years ago and eight hundred years later. There are not many things in the world that I don't know."

Zhang San smiled and listened to him swearing, but did not speak out loud.

In the past half month, Chen Mang's powerful and powerful memory made him very amazing. He also learned from Chen Mang many secrets of the world. Some things he was a witness to, and Chen Mang's narration was no different from what he knew.

Sometimes he even suspected that Chen Mang was a former friend, otherwise how could he know so thoroughly?

"The story of the God Condor Heroes last time has not been finished. Should I continue today?" Zhang San said with a smile.

Chen Mang said, "Last time, when Zhang Junbao was injured by Yin Kexi, Guo Xiang took out a handkerchief to bandage him, Zhang Junbao felt a sense of warmth in his heart and felt love for Guo Xiang."

Zhang San's deer-skin cutting hand suddenly paused and coughed awkwardly.

Chen Mang had no idea, and while recalling, he said, "Master Jueyuan was deceived by Yin Kexi, lost the Lankavatara Sutra, and took Zhang Junbao back to Shaolin Temple to receive punishment.

A few years later, Guo Xiang went to Shaolin Temple to find news about the god-evil hero Yang Guo. He met Zhang Junbao by chance and gave a pair of iron arhats engraved with Shaolin martial arts to Zhang Junbao. Zhang Junbao practiced Shaolin martial arts privately and violated the rules of Shaolin Temple. In order to protect Zhang Junbao, Master Jueyuan ran down the mountain with a bucket of water to carry Zhang Junbao and Guo Xiang down the mountain, exhausted his strength and died.

Before his death, Master Jueyuan recited the "Nine Yang True Sutra", and Guo Xiang, Zhang Junbao, and a Zen master from Shaolin Temple each received part of his inheritance."

"It's the colorless Zen master from Shaolin."

Listening to these familiar names, Zhang San's eyes showed a feeling of sadness and nostalgia, and he sighed slightly.

"Yes, it's Zen Master Wuse. Shortly after that, Xiangyang City was captured by the Yuan army, and the Northern Hero Guo Jing died of martyrdom. The Divine Condor Hero recast the Black Iron Hero into the Dragon Slaying Sword, and the Heavenly Sword, respectively, hiding the Wu Mu's suicide note and the Nine Yin Scriptures left by the Great Hero Guo Jing, the eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Then, the story of the Heavenly Slaying Dragon..."

"There is a secret book of magic skills hidden in the Yitian Sword?" Zhang San looked at Chen Mang in surprise.

Seeing Zhang San's shocked expression, Chen Mang realized that he was talking and laughed: "I made up it, just listen, don't talk nonsense to others everywhere, so as not to get into trouble!"

Zhang San smiled and said with an indifferent look on his face: "You can make up such a fantastic story." After saying that, he lowered his head and continued to deal with the Dulu, but his previous guesses deepened in his heart.

Even if you know that the sword collection is so secret, he would not believe it if Chen Mang and the Northern Heroes and Guo Jing had nothing to do with each other.

After a while, Zhang San set up the cleaned pig deer onto the fire, and Chen Mang took out a few bottles and jars from the treasure bag and sprinkled them on the sizzling oily venison.

Smelling the strange fragrance that suddenly rose, Zhang San took a long breath and praised: "Good cooking skills. The female hero Huang Rong earned the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the Hong Gang by cooking skills. You can't be her successor, right?"

Chen Mang couldn't help rolling his eyes: "If I were Huang Rong's successor, would I still run to Wudang to find Zhang Sanfeng to learn martial arts? If you practice the martial arts of Peach Blossom Island, you can also be rampant in the world."

"Haha, that's the reason."

Zhang San laughed and then said in confusion: "If you want to learn martial arts, why do you come to Wudang Mountain? Shaolin Temple has been passed down for 800 years. There are 72 magical skills in the temple, and all the sects are profound martial arts. Why don't you go to Shaolin to become a disciple?"

Chen Mang shook his head and said, "I don't want to be a monk in Shaolin, but if I don't become a monk, I can't learn the "Yi Jin Jing", so Shaolin won't go."

"Yi Jin Jing? Is this martial art among the 72 Shaolin skills?"

"You have never heard of it. The "Yi Jin Jing" is a secret book of Shaolin Temple. Since the establishment of the Shaolin Temple, there may be only one old monk who swept the floor to truly practice it."

"So, what about Emei? The founder of Emei is Guo Xiang's female hero, a famous family descendant, and has a variety of advanced martial arts. If you want, I can write a book and recommend you to go to Emei to join the sect of Fengling Master."

"Emei... Guo Xiang was fine when he was alive. Guo Xiang had nothing to learn when he left."

Seeing that his vision was so high, Zhang San couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Shaolin Emei held the martial arts world with a bull ear, you don't even look down on them. I'm afraid there is no martial arts in the world that will attract your magical eyes."

Chen Mang looked at him with the look of looking at the country bumpkin: "There are so many magical secrets in the world, and there is nothing to do with Shaolin Emei. Lao Zhang, don't underestimate this world!"

"There is a sect called the Ming Cult on Kunlun Mountain. The treasure book "The Great Transfer of the Universe" can stimulate the potential of the human body, and can also use the power to fight the force and use the other way to return it to the other body."

"Duan Dali has the "Six-Meridian Divine Sword" sword technique, which uses the one-yang finger as the foundation to inspire the sword energy. The invisible sword energy is invincible, and it is hard to defend against the enemy."

"The Tianshan Lingjiu Palace also has magical skills that are no less than the six-mechanical divine swords, such as "Bei Ming Divine Art" and "Xiao Wuxiang Gong".

"There is also the Mongol Yuan master Basiba, who has the "Great Method of Change of Heaven and Strikes the Earth" with one hand, which can drag human consciousness into endless reincarnation to engage in spiritual confrontation with him."

"Meng Chixing, a master of the Demon Sect, has a profound and unfathomable magical skill, not inferior to the national master of the Mengyuan, Basiba, and his disciple Pang Ban is even more talented. He practiced the supreme classic "The Demons of the Dao Heart", which is invincible for decades. There is also a supreme master who ordered Dong to come to the Tao with martial arts and break the void and leave... Cough cough..."

Chen Mang, who was just talking, suddenly realized that he had said he had been fleeing to the book. He coughed gently and stopped, and put on a look of "I'm for your own good" and persuaded Zhang San: "The dragon and tiger hiding in the world, and Shaolin Emei are just the strongest in the open. Zhang San, you stayed on Wudang Mountain all day long, and you have been watching the sky by surfing the sky. Be careful when walking down the mountain in the future, so as not to cause disaster and be beaten to death."

Zhang San's face was dull, and looked at Chen Mang's serious little face, and couldn't help but doubt his life.

It turns out that there are so many masters and magical skills in the world...
Chapter completed!