The Lord of Reincarnation

Outside Zhengyang Palace City, there is a mountain called Tongxuan Mountain.

Originally, this mountain had no name, but because there is a Tongxuan Temple on the mountain, which is quite effective, so the mountain is not high, and it is named after the immortal, so it is called Tongxuan Mountain.

It was still early in the morning, it had rained overnight, the steps were damp, and the grass by the roadside was dripping with water.

Fang Xian took one step at a time, walking up slowly.

At the same time, I am also looking at the property bar:

【Name: Fang Xian】

[Occupation: Alchemist (Level 1)]

[Alchemy: Mysterious View of Daluo Cave (Level 3), Nine Transformations of Gangsha (First Transformation)]

[Daoshu: ? ? ? , martial arts: ? ? ? , Weird: ? ? ? 】

【Reincarnation: Charging】

...

There was another increase in the calamity data in the next row.

"You saved Chunyu Yun last night, why did you give me another wave of calamity? No, if I wasn't there, then Ning Bo's reward would definitely be hacked to death, maybe he gave it? Brewing a doom?"

"This kind of active cultivation of the children of catastrophe, waiting for the opportunity to harvest, seems to be a shortcut for alchemists to cultivate... But I obviously didn't want to do this..."

At the end of the steps is a huge Taoist temple.

There is a huge incense burner on the square, and behind it is a hall dedicated to ancestors and gods. There are at least a hundred rooms on both sides.

At this time, several Taoist boys were holding brooms and other things and began to clean.

"Big is big enough, but I don't know if I have what I want."

Fang Xian groaned and stopped before coming to the Taoist temple.

"This good believer is coming to offer incense? At this time, the Taoist temple has not yet opened..."

A Daoist asked.

"No, I'm here for something else, and I ask to see the abbot.

"

The abbot, the person who presides over affairs, is not unique to Brahma.

In Taoist temples, from the abbot and the following, there are also deacons such as Gao Gong, hall master, hall master, acquaintances, patrolling, patrolling, supervisors, secretaries, clerics, and accountants.

Further down, there are ordinary Taoist disciples, these boys are only the lowest level.

"Can you see our abbot?"

At this time, a Taoist next to him came over, and he still smelled of alcohol, as if he had just woken up from a hangover, and he felt a little bit of getting up.

He looked at Fang Xian's cloth shirt, which was very rough. At first glance, he was not a dignitary, and he patted it a few times as if he was chasing flies: "It's not now if you want to beg for fast food, hurry up and hurry up."

Click!

Before he finished speaking, the Taoist man's wrist was grabbed by Fang Xian and broke.

Immediately, with a slight toss, the Daoist was thrown into the incense burner. Fortunately, there were no cigarettes in it at this time. The Daoist would not die for a while, but his limbs were fractured.

"Then it's a big thing now? Why don't you call someone?"

Fang Xian said to the stunned Daotong, looking at the other party and running into the hall, making a sound like a ghost crying and wolf howling, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He figured it out clearly, demons have demons.

And being a monster, you should do whatever you want.

Moreover, since this period of time, it seems to be clear.

'In this world, I am the only way, really... lonely! ’

Fang Xian stood with his hands behind his back, and saw two rows of Martial Daoists file out, holding long swords and wooden sticks and other weapons, and surrounded himself.

Another old man came out, his eyes were as warm as jade, and he looked at Fang Xian: "Who is your Excellency, and why are you embarrassing me?"

"Who are you?" Fang Xian asked.

"Pin Dao Tong Zhezi, it is the abbot of this view, you don't know Pin Dao?" Tong Zhezi's expression was very strange.

Tongxuan Temple is located near the palace city, with good security and no troubles from bandits.

I heard before that I thought I should be a famous martial artist, and came to provoke - although this kind of thing is not much, but every few years, I always meet one or two, and raising so many martial artists is to prevent with this.

But now, this person has never even heard of his own name. Could it be that he guessed wrong?

"I have nothing else to ask for, I just want to take a look at all the classics of Tongxuan Guan, and there are still some questions, I hope you can answer truthfully..." Fang Xian said the purpose leisurely, and almost exploded Tonghezi's lungs.

"Crazy...arrogant! Take this madman for me!"

Tonghezi is also a famous master in martial arts, and his martial arts are unfathomable.

But the next moment, his eyes widened in surprise.

I saw a figure in the field, and the fists danced like iron pestles, smashing the martial artists into the air.

Anyone who was punched by him fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

There is no one-punch enemy!

‘This martial art… is invincible in the world! ’

Fang Xian knocked down the last person and looked at Tonghezi: "Books... Borrow or not?"

Tonghezi took a few steps back and entered the hall: "Why should the layman be aggressive?"

"All things in the world, give and take!"

Fang Xian strode forward.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the world of martial arts, becoming the white tiger immortal who had beaten his fists for the first time.

Inside the hall, there was silence.

On the huge altar, an unknown god is enshrined, and on both sides are ferocious guardian gods.

Fang Xian didn't know the origin of this world, and naturally he couldn't recognize it.

But after stepping into this place, he moved in his heart and felt an unusual aura.

The Mysterious View of Daluo Cave was in operation, and no fatal danger was found, so it just let it go.

"Please help me, my uncles!"

At this time, in the hall, there were a few old Daoists who were about to die for some unknown time. They were holding magical instruments and dancing wildly, as if they were carrying out some kind of mysterious prayer ceremony.

"Thirty-seven generations of disciples Tonghe, please help Patriarch Zhenjun to suppress!"

Tonghezi had long seen that Fang Xian's martial arts were incomparable, and at this time, he pointed his fingers into a sword, recited the magic formula, and pointed towards Fang Xian.

Fang Xian suddenly felt a strong force, like an overwhelming force, acting on him, causing his whole body to explode, and his clothes torn apart.

"The power of incense? The power of the divine way? It's a bit interesting..."

He secretly said in his heart: "This world is not completely free of demons? It's just... too weak! Too weak!"

Thinking of this, Fang Xian's back straightened, staring at the statue.

Click!

On him, the clothes turned into butterflies, flying in pieces.

"puff!"

Tong Zhezi and a few Old Daoists spat out a mouthful of hard work as if they were hit with a heavy hammer.

This kind of Taoist technique requires the cooperation of the right time and place and the cooperation of people, and its power is not large, so it is not the opponent of Fang Xian at this time.

Tong Zhezi, who fell to the ground, looked up, but was stunned, and couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

What did he see?

A white ape? A man-made white ape?

"Are you... a monster? Impossible... how could there be monsters in this era?" He muttered to himself, his face full of disbelief.

"It seems that you know a little something, very good, this time it is not the wrong place."

Fang Xian nodded in satisfaction.

"Can talk... It's really a demon!"

The eyes of several old Taoist priests suddenly became hot, which was the excitement of seeing the 'Dao'.