Ascension Through Generations

The next morning, the sun was rising.

The door of the Requiem Temple suddenly opened wide, and one luxurious rune speed car after another filed out from behind the door.

Most of the convoy rushed in all directions along the wide and straight official road, kicking up clouds of dust, but four speed cars parked at the foot of the mountain, waiting quietly.

Half an hour after the convoy left the temple, a carriage with dragons and tigers carved on it and a cloudy rune on the cover slowly drove out of the gate. The driver of the carriage was eight feet long at both ends, with silver-white eyes all over his body. White-fronted tiger.

The two white tigers were majestic. They looked up to the sky and roared loudly. They kicked the ground with their four claws and walked on the wind. A gust of wind suddenly blew up under their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, the white tiger dragged the speeding car and rushed down the mountain, running forward along the official road without stopping for a moment,

This rune speed car was three feet above the ground like a puff of smoke, speeding with the wind.

The four speed cars at the bottom of the mountain followed closely without saying a word, but they were gradually pulled further and further away.

The white tiger gallops on the wind,

The carriage was filled with incense, and Zhao Sheng lay lazily on the soft couch, yawning continuously and feeling drowsy.

In the corner of the carriage, Gui Li had a serious look on his face, sitting upright on the carriage seat. He glanced at Zhao Sheng, who was sitting shapelessly, from the corner of his eyes, with a ruthless look on his face.

Gui Li is a Zhengfa cultivator at the Demon Elimination Hall of Anhun Temple. He is a Taoist priest in the middle stage of Qi Refining. He is the one who is really responsible for exterminating demons in this trip.

Zhao Sheng just came out to get gold plating and collect tribute from all the clans.

"Senior Brother Gui, relax a little. Don't keep a straight face all the time, be careful not to find your Taoist companion!" Zhao Sheng rubbed his eyelids and suddenly joked.

"Sambo, if you continue to behave like this, you will definitely achieve nothing when you grow up. Uncle Bao'ai really dotes on you too much and allows you to do whatever you want, which is a waste of this first-class qualification. You are so confused!" Gui Li Although his words were cold and harsh, his expression looked distressed.

"Hehe, senior brother, you don't have to worry about it. I am extremely smart and have a great understanding. I don't need to work hard at all. It's just a foundation-building realm, and I can get it at my fingertips. Even if those little brats in the Daotang are working hard day and night without sleep, Even if you practice, you can't compare to one of my fingers." Zhao Sheng said casually.

He was telling the truth, but Gui Li didn't believe a word he said.

"Hmph, you are so arrogant, you will suffer a lot from now on!" Gui Li scolded with a cold look on his face.

Zhao Sheng seemed not to have heard anything and still had a playful smile on his face.

Seeing this situation, Gui Li simply closed his eyes and practiced his martial arts, ignoring this lazy guy who couldn't hold himself up the wall.

The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became silent.

Zhao Sheng stopped smiling, sat upright, and opened the curtains of the carriage.

As the curtains were removed, large expanses of golden wheat fields suddenly came into view.

The speeding car is speeding, and the scenery along the way is passing behind at high speed.

Along the way, you can see endless wheat fields, extending to the end of the field of vision, and canals can be faintly seen beside the fields.

The wind blows the wheat waves, and the wheat ears bend down, revealing farmers wearing linen clothes and straw hats in the fields.

Zhao Sheng's eyes wandered, and he nodded slightly and smiled. Most of the farmers in the fields had rosy faces and fleshy cheeks. It was obvious that they had plenty of food to fill their stomachs.

After a while, there were many vegetable fields and medicinal fields among the wheat fields.

The sun gradually rose into the sky, and the sun was hot, scorching the earth.

Along the way, shabby and dirty farms and villages were left behind by the speeding car. Occasionally, a fortress surrounded by brick walls would appear in Zhao Sheng's sight.

Just after noon, the White Tiger Speedster had traveled more than 500 miles.

Zhao Sheng looked outside with bright eyes. The scenery outside was very different from the beginning.

The ears of wheat in the wheat fields beside the road are thin and sparse, and the soil in the fields is hardened and cracked. The farmers working in the fields are all sallow and thin, weak, their faces are numb, and they are almost lifeless.

Suddenly, Zhao Sheng pointed outside and asked: "Brother Gui, is this field property of the temple? Why is it taken care of so carelessly?"

Gui Li glanced outside and said calmly: "The field boundary in the temple has just passed. This field is not the property of the temple, but the Wu family's."

"Oh, no wonder all the people working in the fields are so skinny. They turn out to be tenants of Wu Papi's family!" Zhao Sheng said with a smile.

"Sambo, you don't hold back your words. Aren't you afraid that the sutra master will be unhappy after hearing this and punish you on purpose?" Gui Li frowned and said in a reproachful tone.

"Hehe, there are only two of us here, will senior brother go and make a small report to the sutra master?" Zhao Sheng asked back, leaving Guili speechless.

Gui Li is Bao Ai's confidant, and it is impossible for him to "surrender to the enemy" and blow himself up.

There are many hills in the Anhun Temple, among which the one led by the temple priest Bao Ai is naturally the largest, followed by the sutra master Wu Changyong and his group.

Wu Changyong and others are the face of the local family in Hufeng County and also represent their interests.

But Bao'an is a powerful foreign dragon specially sent by the temple. Of course, the two mountains are secretly competing for power.

However, because Bao'ai is a master of the Foundation Establishment Realm, not only powerful but also evil-hearted and righteous, he can suppress all objections with just one person and make the local aristocratic families obedient.

You must know that Anhun Temple is the "uncrowned king" of a county. The temple has many industries and is very large in scale. It produces huge profits every year, which is difficult for outsiders to imagine.

Just to mention one thing, from leaving the temple in the morning to running until noon, the distance is five hundred miles. The fields, mountains, forests, rivers and lakes passed along the way are all the property of the Anhun Temple.

In terms of field property alone, the number of acres in the temple's field register exceeds one million acres, and the fertile farmland accounts for nearly half of Hufeng County.

However, land is only an undistinguished part of the Requiem Temple industry. The output of any spiritual fields and spiritual mines related to cultivating immortals is the main source of profit.

You can imagine the huge profits involved!

The speed of the car was so fast that in a short time, dozens of miles had passed.

At this time, an ancient city with dense population, busy traffic and towering walls suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Sheng.

However, the speeding car did not stop for a moment, quickly circling the city and continuing to fly into the distance along the official road.

When the sun sets on a double day, the sky becomes darker and the sun is no longer so hot.

The two white tigers panted heavily, spraying streams of hot white mist from their mouths. They quickly stopped running, and finally stopped in front of a huge manor with green bricks and red tiles, antique style, and many pavilions.

As soon as Zhao Sheng and Gui Li got out of the car, a group of middle-aged and elderly people with gorgeous clothes and good looks gathered around them.

After a while, four speed cars rushed here from afar.

Four half-grown teenagers jumped out of the car, each followed by a middle-aged man.

They didn't even dare to complain, they just smiled at each other, and then they walked into the manor surrounded by Zhao Sheng.

At night, in a tall building deep in the manor, the lights were bright, the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard, and in the open space in front of the banquet, graceful beauties were swaying and singing with moving voices.

The atmosphere at the banquet was warm, everyone was smiling and attentive, and there were endless compliments and compliments. The banquet seemed to have reached its climax.

Those sitting on the chairman's chair were undoubtedly Zhao Sheng and Gui Li, while the other four Taoist boys and Dharma protector Wu Zong only took the second seat.

Zhao Sheng was not in high spirits. He held his cheek with his right hand and his eyes were dull. He ignored compliments from others and seemed to be no longer here.

At this time, a round-faced Taoist boy in the second seat secretly winked at the owner of the house and quietly made a few gestures with his hands.

Seeing this, the head of the Zou family suddenly understood. He clapped his hands quickly, and the singing and dancing at the banquet immediately stopped. He waved his hand again, and the dancers immediately bowed and quietly retreated.

The head of the Zou family showed a smile on his face and said loudly to Zhao Sheng: "In the countryside, the wine is light and the singing and dancing are simple. Young Master Wan Wangbao is very embarrassed. When the old man learned that the young master was coming to the village, he specially prepared a corpse fight scene to win the prize. Everyone smiles."

As soon as the fighting game was mentioned, everyone became interested. A chubby young Taoist boy stood up and shouted: "Since it is a fighting game, it must have a jackpot to enjoy it! Otherwise, no one will be able to watch it!"

"That's right, Junior Brother Fang is right! Why don't we let Patriarch Zou take charge and let the two sides play the game first, and then we can place the bet later?"

"Senior Brother Sanbao, what do you think? You won a lot from me last time, and this time I want to win back my capital with profit."

Zhao Sheng put down his right hand, looked at the table and saw the many different expressions in his eyes, and suddenly grinned, "Okay! This Taoist master always bets on every bet, and this time he will definitely kill everyone and win to the fullest. Old man Zou, hurry up and ask someone Come on."

Upon seeing this, Patriarch Zou clapped his hands gently, and groups of servants in Tsing Yi filed out, skillfully removing the banquet and serving tea and snacks.

At the same time, with the sound of chains mopping the floor, two groups of people came in from outside the building.

One of the group of people pushed a thin young man with a wooden shackle around his neck, his arms tied tightly behind his back, and a pair of thick iron chains on his feet.

Another group of people carried a locust wood coffin, and a harsh scratching sound came from the coffin.

Upon seeing this posture, Zhao Sheng understood clearly. The next fight scene was a death fight between humans and corpses that was very popular in the Gu Dynasty.

The result of a deadly fight is either the person being eaten by zombies, or the zombies being torn apart by people.

When the coffin lid was lifted, a nine-foot-tall zombie covered in white hair stood up from the coffin, his eyes blood red and filled with resentment.

This corpse is a white-haired walking corpse, and its physical strength is by no means inferior to that of a first-class martial arts master.

When a noodle boy saw this, he couldn't help but laugh: "Haha! This is obviously a gift to the young man! Come on, what is the bet? I will win over the living corpse!"

When others saw this scene, they also nodded, very satisfied with the Zou family's knowledge.

Zhao Sheng frowned and then relaxed, and immediately shook his head, "No, it's very bad! What I want to see is that we are evenly matched. What's the end of being torn apart in one encounter? Let's find another person!"

"This" the head of the Zou family pondered for a moment, and when he saw the look on his grandson's approach, he suddenly felt certain in his heart. He immediately nodded with a smile and raised his hand to pat him gently.

The thin boy was about to be dragged down.

However, at this moment, he suddenly struggled hard, his face full of anxiety, and he made a whining sound.

Um?

Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed and he ordered: "Take off his gag and listen to what he said?"

There was no need to wait for the master's instructions, someone nearby obediently took out the wooden core that was inserted.

The thin young man coughed a few times and shouted at the Zou family with a stubborn look on his face: "You don't mean what you say. They said that no matter what the outcome is, my family's high-interest debt will be forgiven.

If I win, I still have one hundred taels of silver left to take. My sister is still waiting for me to redeem her! What you say doesn’t count! I can fight, I can fight! "

"Haha, it's funny! A bitch can be so kind and loyal. Why don't we just let him play, lest people say we don't keep our words."

"This makes sense! But I wonder what Senior Brother Bao thinks?"

Seeing everyone looking over, Zhao Sheng showed a trace of anger on his face and said impatiently: "Are you done with this? What I said doesn't work anymore, does it? It's just one hundred taels of silver. I'm happy today. Rewarded!"

As he spoke, he dug into his pocket, but suddenly it was empty.

But the next second, Zhao Sheng's face was full of pride, he pulled out a handful of yellow paper talismans, and deliberately showed off: "I don't have any money in my hand, but I have many talismans, one hundred taels each, only for today, and will not be replaced when it expires. Who wants it!”

"I want!"

"I want!"

"I also want!"

Seeing everyone raising their hands enthusiastically, Patriarch Zou signaled his clansmen not to join in the fun, coughed, and whispered: "Ahem, I also want to change a few. But not with a hundred taels, but at the market price, guaranteed. Don’t let Master Bao suffer.”

Zhao Shenghui dropped the talisman casually and spread it over most of the table.

He leaned lazily on the back of the chair and said nonchalantly: "The old man is very discerning, you can figure it out! But don't lose to that kid. I just like him."

"Don't worry, young master! I'm sorry for you." After saying that, Patriarch Zou winked at the people below.

The servant quickly stepped forward with a smile and pulled the young man out. The thin young man was very smart and said nothing when he saw this. But the moment he walked out of the door, he turned back and glanced at Zhao Sheng.

Zhao Sheng looked careless, as if he didn't care about this person's gaze.

After this little episode, the Zou family sent over another middle-aged man with a strong build and two swords.

Everyone quickly placed bets, and a life-and-death fight broke out immediately.

The middle-aged man has strong physical strength, has at least thirty years of internal energy, and has rich practical experience.

Facing the white-haired zombie who was fearless and fearless of death, this man ran around the field without fighting head-on.

His tactics were absolutely correct, but the protagonists watching the battle were a few impatient minors.

When he first got into the fight, he was constantly being coaxed and urged.

Under the hint of the head of the Zou family, the middle-aged man had to give up his previous tactics and take the initiative to fight face to face with the walking zombies.

In an instant, blood flew everywhere, corpses roared and knives roared, and the middle-aged man was soon covered in bruises, the wounds turned black, and black energy faintly spread on his face, which was obviously deeply infected by corpse poison.

When an arm of the walking corpse was cut off, the middle-aged man holding the knife suddenly fell to the ground softly, and the result was as if he was dead and injured.

"Next one, hurry up!" When the Taoist boys saw this, not only were they not afraid, but their faces flushed with excitement, and they urged loudly with eagerness and excitement.

Next, three more people came on stage one after another, but they were all torn to pieces by the living corpses.

It wasn't until a 20-year-old young master from the Zou family appeared that the living corpse was decapitated with a sword.

The teenagers won a lot of money, but the Zou family paid the bet on the spot without even frowning.

Of course, there was no real loser in this fight from beginning to end. Those who really lose are never looked down upon by everyone in the hall.