The Strongest Earth Mentor

Nian Geng froze for a moment and nodded: "This is also the case. The ancestors have established the Taoist fruit, and it is difficult to change it. Even if you know that your Daoguo has problems, it is difficult to change. If you let the ancestor see With energy particle theory, the consequences are really unpredictable..."

In the ninth level, metaphysical monks must consolidate the road of lifelong cultivation into a Dao fruit, and then use this Dao fruit to survive the robbery of the flying fairy and successfully ascend to the fairy.

Under such circumstances, Daogu can only make minor details, and it is difficult to make fundamental changes.

Reluctant to change it, there is a high probability of getting into trouble and completely exploding yourself. Only a very few may succeed in re-condensing a better and more perfect Tao Guo.

Not to mention changing Taoism, even thinking deeply about the theory that conflicts with one’s own Taoism will also have a strong impact. One step of caution is to get out of the way.

If the ancestors who asked Daoya see the energy particle theory, it is really a disaster, and the possibility of disaster is even greater.

This asks that the ancestral ancestor of Yaya is suppressing the luck of the whole truth. Mr. Feng Shui and Master Qigong also have a cultivation path.

In fact, the path of spiritual practice in the previous metaphysical world is not only the four major categories of Taoist Zhenxiu, Buddhist monks, Mr. Fengshui, and Qigong masters. It's just that only these four categories have ancestors suppressing luck, and this has become the mainstream. The other routes are almost lost.

This old ancestor's problem is hard to come by!

Even if Nian Geng hated Yang Chen and thought that Yang Chen was the great demon of metaphysics, he didn’t dare to hurriedly ask this question to the ancestors of Yaya, so as to avoid trouble.

"Damn..." Thinking of Nian Geng felt so uncomfortable. The hatred for Yang Chen was a little bit more.

He was in a bad mood for a while, so he didn't tell He Jinqiu. In a few words, he quietly disappeared into the night.

Only He Jinqiu's complexion on the hillside remained:

"This kind of thing. If anyone knows, it is a public enemy of the whole metaphysical world, everyone shouts! But..."

Looking at the mountain gate not far away, the lights are like stars, illuminating the night sky, and the light within a few miles is as bright as ever.

But in front of He Jinqiu, countless people came here to burn and loot, and the mountain gate was trampled. The disciples were slaughtered, the celestial treasures accumulated over the years were plundered, the carefully cultivated spiritual vegetation trampled into the soil, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was burned, the ancestral tower was pushed down...

Do not!

He shook his head fiercely, and suddenly woke up: "Things have come to an end, you must do it if you don't do it! Otherwise, one day, such a scene will inevitably come to my Dragon Gate School!"

The metaphysical circles of today's society are gradually integrated into the secular society, and they are more inclined to cooperate rather than kill. But that does not mean that there is no killing. Even when the door was destroyed, two incidents occurred during He Jinqiu's tenure.

Although those schools are all small schools. But there is also a martial art that was once glorious in ancient times, but after their decline, facing the strong enemy and those greedy tigers and wolves still have no power to fight back, they can only be plundered and inherited and accumulated resources for many years, completely disappeared in this world.

Once the Longmen faction declines, who knows whether such a scene will happen to the Longmen faction?

He has no choice!

He Jinqiu showed a decisive look on his face, and decided to make a decision. Striding toward the mountain gate. The back, but it was so firm...

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And in about the same time. North latitude 27°28′26″, east longitude 85°25′37″.

This is Bihar, the poorest state in India. Located in the middle and lower reaches of the Ganges River Basin, north of the Himalayas.

This is a small village on the border. At night, from the northern Nepali territory, a black shadow sneaked into this small village without any awareness of the Indian border troops.

North of the Buddhist kingdom of Nepal, this small village is also deeply influenced by Buddhist beliefs. However, they really believe in Hinduism. In Hinduism anyway, Buddha Shakyamuni is the ninth incarnation of Vishnu (one of the three main gods of Hinduism). Although Buddhism does not recognize it, it does not prevent Hindu believers from enshrining him as well.

At night, it should be the first day of the Huadeng, but this small village has only a few sporadic lights, and it is obviously not an electric lamp-here has a population of 100 million, no, to be precise, it has a population of about 10 million and 9,000 There is very little electricity for the untouchables or the state of talking animals. Where can a small village afford electric lights?

This is just the epitome of India, which claims to be the most populous and dominant country, and it is also the most obvious sign.

The village is a collection of dilapidated houses. It is almost a master of dilapidated houses. Only a few houses are relatively good. The only lights in this village are from there.

But there is one exception in the village-the Hindu temple.

This temple has a long history, at least a thousand years of history. In the thousand years of history, the residents have changed from one to another, but this temple still exists, and has maintained a beautiful and splendid posture. Almost all the wealth of residents in the past millennium has been concentrated in this temple, which is one of the reasons why the temple can maintain its status to this day.

The roar of diesel generators came out of this temple, and only here has the lights of electric lights.

The generator was donated by the only high-caste landowner in the village-as for the low-caste untouchables, they don’t even have the ability to donate money, they don’t even have the qualification to donate money to the temple, even if they step on the land of the temple This kind of blasphemy is about to be cut off.

Unfortunately, the glory of modern civilization does not shine here. It is a thousand years of poverty, backwardness, ignorance and superstition, just like most people in India-of course, they are low castes and uncast people, high castes have long been integrated In modern civilization, they can even obtain a higher status in modern civilization by virtue of their own abilities. When they look back at their former compatriots, I am afraid it is difficult to treat them as the same kind.

Just like that Indian female writer of high caste, when expressing her magnanimity and kindness, she even allowed herself to watch the soap opera when the low cast female servant at home could kneel together and watch as an example if she had finished her work— — This proves that the caste concept in this country is deeply ingrained and it is almost difficult to change.

But now, in this temple that never allows the low caste to step on foot, there is an untouchable who is secretly kneeling under the statue of Vishnu, praying religiously.

He was called Ganash, and he was a barbarian guy in the village, and he belonged to the cheapest Sudra. However, he fell in love with Naya who was born in the third surname Vaisha (the first surname Brahmin and the second surname Kshatriya).

It was a gentle and beautiful girl. She was the only one in the village who did not dislike the low caste and took care of them. She became the dream goddess of almost all low caste young people. Among all people, she has the most different view of Ganash. The day before yesterday, she shyly confessed love to Ganash.

However, the Shadiri caste master and the landlord Benzava in the village fell in love with her, and her parents were also eager to let her daughter marry the high caste master, even though the chubby **** guy was already in his 60s, And has more than ten wives and concubines.

When Benjava knew that Naya had confessed to Ganash, she was furious and hanged Ganash to whip him, and also planned to burn him alive to punish the offense against the uncast high caste.

Ganesh’s buddies rescued him from death, but the buddies were wounded and killed by Benzaw’s dog legs, and Ganash, who escaped by chance, would never see Naya again because she was Lord Zava rushed into his home. This village is second only to the temple fortress.

Ganash was almost crazy, his parents were killed, his friends were killed and arrested, and his lover was robbed, which caused him to lose almost all his survival*.

He could not find a place for justice. The government and the old man were almost wearing a pair of pants. As a pariah, they should have kept their tragic destiny in anticipation of the afterlife. How could there be any resistance? This is a big injustice, and any signs should be extinguished by the high caste masters without hesitation.

This kind of life is desperate even for Ganesh, who is an optimistic person with a natural identity and a self-defeating way.

He intends to make the final death class of the master's fortress tomorrow, and the big deal is to die there. As long as he can see Naya's last face.

Therefore, before the action, he sneaked into the temple and prayed to the omnipotent **** Vishnu-he did not pray that he could avenge his blood and hate, he only prayed that he would see Naya again.

Even one side!

Lord Vishnu, please, and be merciful!

When Ganash prayed piously ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but did not notice that behind him, in the shadow of the light, a temple servant smiled and walked quietly with a wooden stick in his hand.

If he can catch this unruly man who offends Lord Benzava and vents to the old man, will the old man be able to reward himself? It would be better if you could still drink the brownish, bubble-like water I drank last time. I heard that this kind of water called "Kakau Kalau" is the patent of the high caste lord. That taste is really delicious. It tastes like I have inherited the high caste lord...

But at this moment, a dark shadow flew over his head and fell straight on top of Ganesh's head, and a voice came: "Haha, it's really stupid earthly bug. This little bug is so beautiful. Survive on the planet, it is a blasphemy to heaven! Come on, let the great saints give you the power to eliminate these lowly worms that desecrate the holy earth..."

At the next moment, Ganash turned back, his eyes full of **** flames.

Lord Shiva! What a terrible devil is this?

The shout in the slave's mind hadn't been spoken, only to see Ganash swooped like lightning, and the skinny, humble paws slammed into his chest, and then his eyes turned into darkness... (to be continued.)