Because I'm too afraid of being unlucky, I'm all lucky.

Xuan Xiaoxuanyue also looked at her "mothers" curiously, it was the first time for them to see everyone gathered together, especially the legendary second mother, who had been in seclusion before and after birth.

"It's rare to get out of customs, so I naturally want to get together and take everyone to worship ancestors."

Henry Zhang’s tone was melancholy.

"Worshiping the ancestors?"

Ye Pianlu and the others were puzzled, aren't they just sealing the door now?But hearing what Henry Zhang meant, it seemed that he was going to another place.

"Well, I'll take you to meet my parents."

Henry Zhang nodded, which surprised and puzzled everyone.

"Xuansheng, you found your biological parents!?"

Liu Hongfeng was the first to react, and said in surprise.

Henry Zhang looked reminiscent, nodded, "Let's go."

With a wave of hands, everyone was coerced and left across the boundary.

In the void of the boundary sea, I don't know how many distances have been traversed, and Zhang Xuansheng brought everyone to a small world.

The aura is neither rich nor thin, and most of the strongest are just angels.

Zhang Xuansheng followed his memory and found that village. The sea was dry and the rocks were rotten. Now it is just a desert.

He tapped his finger, traced back to the source, a small farmyard manifested, and led everyone into it.

Chapter 680 Ancestral Worship Reentry

Seeing Xuansheng's lonely expression, the others didn't dare to speak, but followed him into the courtyard.

There was a small wooden table made of ordinary materials in the yard, which could only seat three or four people. Henry Zhang sat on the stool, reminiscing about the past.

After a long time, he got up and walked into the hall, wiping the dust on the incense table, where there were two memorial tablets.

"Father, mother, I'm married."

Henry Zhang knelt down and kowtowed gently.

"Mother, according to what you said, your son has married several people. You see, all of them are very beautiful. We love each other very much. Mother, you don't have to worry about your son being wronged."

As he said, Henry Zhang smiled, "Don't you want to hug your grandson, you have grandchildren, grandchildren, but I came late, and the child may be inconvenient to hold when he is older."

He waved his hands behind him and said, "Xiao'er, Yue'er, come and kowtow to your grandparents."

The two brothers and sisters stepped into the hall and looked at the tablets on the incense stand. Zhang Bailuo and Dong Xuan, are these grandparents?

The two respectfully knelt down and kowtowed three times, but they didn't get up.

In the hall and in the courtyard, the atmosphere was momentarily heavy and deserted.

"Xiao'er, Yue'er, you go out and walk with your mothers first, I want to be alone."

Henry Zhang’s tone was gentle and he didn’t look back.

"Come on, let's hang out with the mothers."

Ye Pianxuan waved outside, and did not ask Henry Zhang the details of the cause and effect of the incident.

Everyone left one after another, leaving only Henry Zhang kneeling in the hall alone.

He restored the house exactly by going back to the source, but the house can be restored, but the person cannot be restored.

After a long time, he sighed and got up slowly. The deceased was gone, and he could do nothing but live a good life and be with his current family.

He turned to leave the hall and walked across the courtyard, but at the moment he stepped over the threshold.

"Son, did you go out to collect medicine so early? Take the new basket that Dad made for you."

"Come back early, there are eggs for lunch today!"

He looked back suddenly.

The courtyard was empty, without the man chopping wood or the woman picking vegetables.

It's just that the last words seemed to still echo in his ears.

After all, tears were pouring down like rain, and he yelled out what he couldn't say in the end, "Dad, Mom, I love you!!!"

The desert remains the same, but there are more deserted huts.

On the way back, Zhang Xuansheng talked and laughed happily with his family.

But everyone had a special feeling that something had changed in Henry Zhang, like a metamorphosis, a spiritual metamorphosis.

In the next hundred years, the gods sealed the door and sealed the mountain.

Henry Zhang enjoyed the time spent with his family, and continued to strengthen his faith.

The fog dissipated, and he knew the truth of his life experience, the meaning of Yunzhu, and the ultimate mystery.

Father had used that ability to turn everything back, sending him to Earth where all wrongs could be made right.

And Zhang Xuansheng also recalled the corner of the future he saw in the Western Continent Crystal in his early years. In that picture, the person suspected of himself lit up with white light, making everything go back.

At that time, he didn't understand the true meaning, but if that was really a corner of the future, it meant that he also used that ability to make everything go back, just like his father did.

In that future, Wanjie was defeated, and he was powerless to recover, so he used that ability.

But the future is not absolute, he will not let this kind of thing happen, he wants to detach, if detachment is not enough, then he will detach from detachment!

A hundred years later, Henry Zhang re-entered the cave, and he was no longer confused. His parents said that he is their unique treasure, so he is unique!

He no longer searches for him and me uselessly, no matter whether there is one or not, he doesn't believe it anymore, he only believes in one thing now, he is the only one!

Now that the road has been broken, he will create a road. Am I, Zhang Xuansheng, the only one?

He sits cross-legged in the stone chamber, and behind him three Dharma Bodies manifest. The three bodies of Tao, Buddha, and Demon sit cross-legged beside him, spinning slowly in the void.

The Tianyan hexagram plate manifested, and the Tianyan dao sign circled around, he pinched his fingers to start the hexagram.

If he can't find the truth, he will prove the truth, reorganize his way, and go against the sky with peerless combat power!

Endless world lines appeared in his eyes again, and the rotation speed of the Tianyan hexagram was getting faster and faster, until time was distorted, and a beam of light shot out, bringing Xuansheng's true spirit into one of the lines.

Huangting Mountain, in the clouds and mist.

The Taoist priests on the square sometimes held Dao swords and practiced in a regular manner, and the old Taoists on the high platform nodded with satisfaction from time to time.

And among this group of Taoist priests, there was a particularly conspicuous figure. It was a seven or eight-year-old child, wearing a Taoist crown, and a slightly loose Taoist robe that didn't fit well. He held a wooden sword and followed the other senior brothers seriously. They waved.

It's just that his movements are not standard, and with his small stature, he looks very funny.

"Little brother, hey, you are out of shape."

A well-meaning brother reminded, otherwise the teacher would find out that the little brother would be punished again.

"Oh, oh, thank you brother."

Xiao Xuansheng turned around in a dazed way, and even made a substandard salute.

However, this behavior was discovered by the teacher, who came over and reprimanded him and the senior brother.

Xiao Xuansheng grew up in Huangting Mountain since he was a child, and Huangting Mountain is the holy land of Taoism in Taiwu Kingdom. The head teacher is a first-class Taoist expert in the country. Warriors can only hold their own.

But Xiao Xuansheng couldn't imagine that an ordinary-looking grandfather could do this kind of thing. The brothers practiced swords and read books every day, and copied scriptures, but they didn't see anyone who could jump higher .

But Xiao Xuansheng is still very diligent, because the master once said that when he realizes the Tao, he will become very powerful, even better than the teacher in charge of his grandfather.

But he is getting less and less confident. He can't even do the sword dance that every senior brother can do well. He often has typos when he copies the scriptures. Other senior brothers can finish it after copying it once. He may have to copy it three times. In order to be completely error-free.

When he went to fetch water every day, he was small, and the other senior brothers could complete the task six times, but he had to run more than a dozen times, carrying the small wooden bucket, and back and forth.

When chopping firewood, he almost broke his own leg, which was so big that the scar still hasn't healed yet.

When the uncles and uncles lectured on scriptures, what he listened to was foggy, in a daze, and he often fell asleep, but he swore to God, it was not that he was not motivated, it was just that the voices of the uncles and uncles were so magnetic that he fell asleep .

What can't be done.

Can a stupid little Taoist priest like me really become a Taoist leader like Grandpa Zhangjiao? Can I also jump across rivers and mountains?Can I also break the river with a single finger?

The master always said enlightenment, enlightenment, but what is Tao?

The master said that the law is natural.

All I know is that cumin is delicious.

Chapter 680 Stupid Little Taoist Priest

When he was eight years old, Zhang Xuansheng sat on the Xuanji Stone in Huangting Mountain and watched the clouds in the sky. His mind was full of longing for the future, but also a little bit confused.

At the age of 11, he could finally dance the sword well. His master praised him and taught him a set of Chisong sword skills, but his learning speed was still very slow.

When he was 16 years old, five years later, his master passed away. Zhang Xuansheng sat in front of his master’s grave and cried for a few days, and then he was in a daze for a few days. This was the only person he was close to. He took him to the mountain and raised him single-handedly. Big.

But he was very stupid and couldn't do anything well, but before the master died, he said that he was his most satisfied disciple.

He asked the master why he was so optimistic about himself. At the age of 16, he was no longer the ignorant child of the past. He knew that poor qualifications are poor qualifications. Great wisdom and stupidity are all lies. He is really stupid.

But the old man was lying on the hospital bed and just smiled at him, "Why do you have to force everything to be done well? Just be happy with the situation, and the most important thing is to be happy."

"However, they all said that I am stupid and not worthy to be Huang Tingshan's disciple."

"So you hate it here?"

"I... don't hate it. I like Huangting Mountain very much. I like the melodious bells in the morning, I like the gurgling stream on the top of the mountain, I like the maple forest in the back mountain, and there are many small animals..."

Henry Zhang's eyes appeared like a world-like look.

"Are you angry when brothers and sisters scold you?"

the old man asked again.

"I...it seems very spineless to say that, but my disciples are not angry because what they said is the truth."

He scratched his head with a silly smile.

"Haha, boy, you're really worthless, but...it's fine."

The old man coughed twice, and said again: "People in the world are ignorant and don't understand the true meaning. What is Dao and what is freedom? Just follow your heart."

Henry Zhang was confused with his big eyes, and the master started to say something he couldn’t understand again.

"After I die, you don't have to keep a vigil for me. If you want to go down the mountain, then go."

The old man said, showing a kind smile, and touched Henry Zhang's head again.

"Master, I..."

Henry Zhang stopped speaking halfway, because the old man's smile had frozen, and the master had passed away.

He has always known that the master is just one of the mortal beings, and even the head master is about to reach his end, only Huang Tingshan's inheritance will continue.

In the end, he still didn't follow his master's instructions, and kept mourning in front of the grave for three years. Huang Tingshan almost forgot that there was such a stupid disciple.

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At the age of 19, Zhang Xuansheng was demoted to a handyman. His master had passed away, and there was no one to support him. The sect was unwilling to provide resources to a stupid child. Even some handymen were smarter than him.

Zhang Xuansheng didn't have any resentment or regret. In his opinion, being a handyman is also very good. It's all about living. Why should people be divided into different classes?

He no longer practiced swords, no longer copied scriptures, and just cleaned the magnificent red maple at the mountain gate every day.

While the broom was up and down, the maple leaves were flying. Looking at those twirling maple leaves, his thoughts were taken to the world outside the mountain.

Day after day, year after year, sweep the floor and fetch water for food.

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At the age of 24, the throne changed, and the new emperor seemed to prefer Buddhism, which cut off Huangting Mountain's first name and the supply of resources.

Huangting Mountain was no longer as grand as it used to be, and a large number of layoffs began. Many handymen and poorly qualified outer disciples were sent down the mountain, and Zhang Xuansheng was one of them.

He went down the mountain, but he didn't know where to go.

The world is very big, he wants to walk, but he doesn't know which direction to go.

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After six years of wandering in the rivers and lakes, Zhang Xuansheng is 30 years old. There are no thrilling adventures in the rivers and lakes, and there is no love between children and children. He just walks around and has a look.

When the entanglement was gone, he would find a town to do some letter-copying work, and be on the road again.