After Disappearing For 20 Years, I Return As The Most Powerful Heavenly Master

[Zhang Ze]: Xiao Liuzi, please take the time to ask your third uncle to go to this place later.

Zhang Ze sent out the message, along with the address of the forest area to be developed.

[Xiao Liuzi]: Your Majesty, what is there about this place? Why did you suddenly let Uncle San go?

Zhang Ze knew Xiao Liuzi's curious nature and immediately informed Xiao Liuzi of the situation.

[Zhang Ze]: The Yamen side changed the fate of those old gentlemen against fate. The location was probably the forest area they chose, and asked the third uncle to go and see the situation.

[Xiao Liuzi]: Your Majesty, do you know those eight old men? Otherwise, how could I let Uncle Asan go and see it?

[Zhang Ze]: I don’t know them. I just admired these people who participated in the red era since I was a child.

Xiao Liuzi did not understand the meaning of the red age. Although he had lived for a long time, as the king of Gu insects, he had not cared about anything else and did not understand the meaning until he was surrendered by Zhang Ze.

[Xiao Liuzi]: Your Majesty is in a good mood and is showing great kindness. Then these old men are blessed.

[Zhang Ze]: It’s not that I am out of kindness, I just admire them. Without them, this era would not be as peaceful and interesting as it is now. I don’t like such people to die. Of course, there is one thing...

Zhang Ze's message was sent out, and not long after another message was sent.

[Zhang Ze]: They are all people who are about to commit a fatal disaster.

After reading the news about Zhang Ze, Xiao Liuzi suddenly realized that he didn't understand why Zhang Ze admired a group of ordinary old people, but he knew that he was destined to die.

The first condition for anyone to be able to form a relationship with Zhang Ze is to commit a life-threatening crime.

[Xiao Liuzi]: I’ll let Uncle Asan go and take the scratch-off game with him.

Message sent.

Zhang Ze just typed the words [remember to bring scratch-off tickets] on the input field, immediately deleted them, and muttered with a smile:

"Xiao Liuzi is quite sensible."

He turned his head and looked out the window of the cabin. At this time, the window was covered with white clouds and the sky was endless blue. His deep eyes were printed with the scenery.

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Outside Daqing City, in the forest area.

Mr. Hong sat in the large tent that had been set up.

"Big brothers, from now on, you should try your best to leave the tent as little as possible. Even if you do come out, you must not leave the red circle I drew."

The old Taoist priest from Maoshan ordered in a deep voice, pointing to the cinnabar red line not far outside the tent.

now.

With the tent as the center, a circle with a radius of 66 meters is sprinkled with red cinnabar.

Except.

The cinnabar red circle is oriented with the Eight Diagrams, and there are eight altars. Each altar is opened by a group of at least two of them, the old Taoist priest Zhang Yang.

Each of them looked seriously at the old Taoist priest from Maoshan in the tent.

Immediately afterwards.

After receiving a response from Mr. Hong and others, the old Taoist priest from Maoshan continued:

"And the most important thing is that the seven-star lantern in front of you must be protected. It cannot be extinguished or knocked over. If it is going to go out, ring the bell to notify us."

Mr. Hong and the others were in poor health and could not expect them to shout loudly. Captain Zhong Yan prepared a desktop rattle for them, which could make a ringing sound just by touching it with their hands.

After finishing the instructions, the old Taoist priest from Maoshan asked Mr. Dehong and the eight of them to light the seven-star lanterns one by one.

A total of eight seven-star lamps were lit.

Although it was daytime, the fire lit by the seven-star lantern was extremely red, swaying faintly like the fire of life, like the fire of the soul burning.

In some way, Mr. Hong and the others could feel that they seemed to have established some kind of connection with the flames of the seven-star lantern.

If the light goes out.

People are dying.

Perhaps this is the ancient saying that death is like a lamp extinguishing, and the same is true for the seven-star lamp.

The old Taoist priest from Maoshan immediately walked out of the tent.

When the elders who were always watching the movement in the tent saw Taoist priest Maoshan come out, they all, without exception, turned over an hourglass on the altar table as Taoist priest Maoshan nodded.

Suddenly.

The fine sand from the hourglass began to fall out very slowly.

"Seven days, as long as they survive seven days, Brother Hong and the others will have longevity." The old Taoist priest from Maoshan walked back to the altar where he needed to be in a deep voice, glancing at the hourglass from time to time.

The flow rate of the hourglass has been set, and once seven days have passed, the hourglass will run out.

Boom——

Drought thunder sounds on a sunny day.

Standing outside the tent, Captain Zhong Yan, who was ready to help as a foreign aid, raised his head and looked at the sky, his face suddenly as solemn as the ice and snow of the snow-capped mountains:

"Eight people changing their lives against fate is too big after all."

But when she said this, her solemn face turned serious:

"So what if it goes against God? Even God, don't even think about stopping me."

Her words fell for a moment.

"Get up!!"

At the Bagua position, all the older generation shouted loudly.

The sound is like the roar of a mighty river, not weakened by their old age. Some of them are still pines, reaching straight to the sky and echoing in this mountain forest for a long time.

"Here comes the sword!"

Mr. Jiang, who was at the altar of the Eight Trigrams Gan position, followed and roared again. He made a sudden move with his big hand, causing an ancient bronze sword placed on the altar to vibrate.

Clang!

The sword was unsheathed, its light shining sharply.

The ancient bronze sword flew out of the scabbard and was caught by Mr. Jiang.

same moment.

boom!

Located at the Bagua Xun position, the old man with a knife held a rusty kitchen knife. The blade was obviously curled, and it seemed that the knife had lost its function of cutting things. However, at this moment, he picked up the knife and dropped it, chopping an old piece of it on the altar. Locust tree blocks.

"Cut the wood and cut off the cause, don't talk about the past and the present, don't talk about the cause and effect! Give me this knife on credit today, and you will see a hundred-year-old man someday!"

The sound starts.

There was a click.

As if responding to the old man who borrowed the knife, the old locust tree split neatly into two parts where it was cut with a rusty kitchen knife, and the cracked surface was as bright as a knife.

the other side.

The old eminent monk of Mount Wutai, who is located in the Bagua Kun position, is not as sharp as Jiang Lao, nor as strange and strange as the old man with a credit knife. Instead, he puts his hands together and puts the futon behind the altar.

Sit cross-legged on the futon, put your hands together, and hang the Buddha string in your hands.

"Namo Amitabha……"

Located in the Bagua earthquake position, the fat old man of the corpse exorcism sect is also taking action.

Holding three sticks of incense in both hands.

Incense is lit.

His behavior is the simplest, a kind of return to nature, a kind of simplicity, but not like ordinary people burning incense and worshiping Buddha, some are domineering:

"Bless your life today, may heaven be right!"

The sound filled the wilderness, and he then worshiped the incense in front of the altar. After three worships, he put the incense on the incense burner.

at the same time.

Located at the Bagua Kan, there is an old man named Chuma Xian from the Liu family of Wujia in Northeast China. He is standing in front of the altar. He is also burning incense and worshiping, but what he is worshiping is not the sky, but the entrance of the altar placed on the altar, and a piece of writing that reads The tablet bearing the name of the Liu family.

Three bows and nine kowtows.

He bowed his hands reverently:

"The 113th generation of the Liu family, the Immortal, Liu Sheng, please protect me from the head of the Liu family. You don't want to look down on me, but I want to help you out of respect for the old man who has dedicated his life to a rough life in Daxia."

"The one hundred and thirteenth generation of the Liu family's Immortal, Liu Sheng, please protect the Liu family leader..."

Repeat over and over again.

The sound was loud and echoed far away, spreading towards the northeast, as if it was going to spread far away.

After chanting it for the third time.

Buzz~

The Liu Family tablets on the altar were shaking, and the old man Chumaxian felt his arms feel hot. The four-beam and eight-column sculptures and plaques placed at the entrance of the altar were shaking.

He immediately lifted up his arm sleeve, which had a snake tattoo on it.

Look intently.

The snake eyes of the snake tattoo seemed to come alive, and a green light flashed past. Seeing this, the old man Chumaxian bowed his hands and bowed to the Liu family tablet:

"Thank you, head of the Liu family!"

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