My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 65 No way, too much is given, too many just want to be called daddy!
Misty Peak.

Fu Ling'er, who was dressed in colorful clothes like a flower fairy, jumped down from a suspended boat-shaped magic weapon with a loud cry.

The boat-shaped artifact dare not hang directly on the top of Misty Peak, but hangs obliquely on the side of the cliff of Misty Peak like a boat moored at the pier.

"master!"

"Master, please see what gift Linger brought back for you!"

Han Shou stood outside the gate of the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, staring expressionlessly at the dozens of nearly a hundred monks hanging in the air in front of the cliff...and the smiling little girl.

"Hey...Master, are you getting younger again?"

"Oh, so handsome!"

"Master, have you made a breakthrough?"

"master?"

"division……"

Fu Ling'er jumped in front of Han Shou, and saw that her master's face was unkind, her voice was getting quieter, and her bouncing movements were becoming more and more restrained. The superficial management can be called a master, and she was excited just now. Switch to a cute look with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

Han Shou remained calm: "Where did you go?"

Fu Ling'er secretly screamed that it was not good, every time the master asked her something calmly, it meant that she was definitely going to be unlucky.

With her little head drooping and her little hands behind her back, she said honestly: "Aunt Chen has been on the mountain for eight years, and she misses her parents in her hometown. My disciple kowtows to you in the quiet room where you are retreating, please accompany Aunt Chen to go back to her hometown to visit relatives, you There was no response."

"I thought that when you agreed, I would accompany Aunt Chen back to the hometown to visit relatives!"

"I didn't expect that on the way back from my relatives, I encountered an evil cultivator who was in trouble. That evil cultivator was stronger than the disciple, and he blocked the way back to the mountain. The disciple took Aunt Chen to detour, trying to go back to the temple."

"But that evil cultivator was very difficult to entangle, and the disciple had to detour more and more, and finally went to the imperial capital!"

"As a result, outside the north city gate, I heard, master, that you are so powerful in the imperial capital. The monks in the entire Zhao country's cultivation world were frightened by you. They also said that you are a jade tree facing the wind, and you are graceful, and a branch of pear blossoms crushes a crabapple."

"Not only is he the most beautiful in the world, but he is also invincible. He can stare at the giant Nascent Soul with just one look, and wipe out the imperial capital with one breath!"

Han Shou was calm and composed: "Is there any more?"

Fu Ling'er's little heart twitched, her whole body felt cold, and she yelled frantically in her heart: "It's over, it's over...it's over this time! Master is really angry this time, even flattering doesn't work!"

Bite the bullet: "Yes... yes!"

"tell me the story."

"They also said that you will definitely become the first great power in Nanhuang to ascend to immortality in 500 years. After ascending, not only will you be ranked in the immortal class, but even the emperor of heaven will take the initiative to give you the Zen position because you are beautiful and powerful."

"Um, any more?"

Fu Ling'er racked her brains to recall all the flattery she had heard outside in the past month.

"No... no more!"

Han Shou was still very calm, without any sign of getting angry: "And then?"

"The disciple was surrounded by zombies made by evil cultivators outside the north city gate. He had no choice but to declare his identity."

……

Fu Ling'er was completely honest now, and didn't dare to add fuel to the picture.

Honestly, with the help of the prime minister Zhang Ti and nearly a hundred monks above the foundation establishment level, he marched into Lingzhou in a mighty manner, broke through the guardian formation of the corpse refining sect in one fell swoop, and revealed everything about the suppression of the entire corpse refining sect.

A quarter of an hour later.

Fu Ling'er eagerly presented a small space bag with both hands.

"Master, there are a total of 3208 books of various kinds!"

"You usually like to collect all kinds of classics in the practice world. These are all seized by disciples in Corpse Refining Sect!"

"It's a gift that disciple specially prepared for you, you...do you want to accept it?"

Han Shou was silent for a moment: "What about the evil cultivators who blocked you?"

Fu Ling'er became more and more flustered, looking around with big eyes like clear springs, pinching the corner of his clothes and whispering: "Disciple...disciple killed him, and took away his storage bag and everything."

"Why do you want to fight the Corpse Refining Sect?"

Fu Ling'er's aggrieved eyes were misty: "The Corpse Refining Sect uses corpse refining to practice, not only digging up graves and exhuming corpses, but also like the Taoist master of corpses, who harmed women and killed evil cultivators who were driven by refining into zombies, disciple...disciple I just want to slay demons and demons, and cut off these harmful demons and heretics."

Han Shou continued to ask calmly, "Then what do you do with the Corpse Refining Sect cultivators who killed the Corpse Refining Sect?"

Fu Ling'er cowardly said: "There are 73 disciples in the Corpse Refining Sect, and 16 of them are not in the sect. The disciples will identify the remaining 57 people as those who kill and refine corpses and those who dig graves and refine corpses. All of the corpses have their cultivations destroyed, and the gravediggers confiscated their exercises and interspatial bags and let them go!"

Seeing Han Shou's frown, Fu Ling'er became even more timid, and lowered her head to admit her mistake: "Master, Ling'er knows his mistake!"

"Ling'er shouldn't have killed the Taoist priest, let alone the Corpse Refining Sect."

"Disciple... Disciple, send all the things confiscated from the Corpse Refining Sect back to the Corpse Refining Sect, and come to the door to admit your mistakes and plead guilty, and let them deal with it!"

"No matter how they punish the disciple, even if they want to kill the disciple, Ling'er... Ling'er will never back down!" The little girl said as Dou Da's tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

Han Shou stared at Fu Ling'er coldly, the cold air all over his body caused the temperature of Misty Peak to drop by dozens of degrees.

The hundreds of monks who had stood respectfully behind Fu Ling'er for a long time were frightened into silence.

One step behind Fu Linger, Prime Minister Zhang Tihe of Zhao Guo knelt on his knees, silently maintaining the most humble gesture of pleading guilty.

After a while, he let out a long sigh: "Ling'er, I shouldn't blame you as a teacher, I can only blame my teacher for protecting you so well!"

"There are too many truths that have not been taught to you!"

"Ling'er, as a teacher, today I will teach you the most basic principles of walking in the world of practice!"

Han Shou glanced lightly at the many silent monks on Misty Peak: "This is also the rule that my disciples of Misty Gatekeeper need to practice!"

"People don't attack me, I don't attack others, if people attack me, I will pay ten times!"

"The corpse tamer dares to plot against you, you should not only kill him, but also let him suffer all kinds of tortures before beating him to pieces!"

"Since the Corpse Refining Sect has taught such a disaster, it deserves to be punished!"

"The sect that frequently digs graves and takes corpses and refines them into zombies, Ling'er, can you be sure that there are monks among them who don't kill people for the sake of refining corpses?"

"They've already joined the sect, don't you kill them all and leave them to come to you for revenge, or do you harm more innocent people?"

"Ah?" Ling'er's face was dazed.

"Master... Master, you... don't you blame Ling'er for taking advantage of your reputation to recruit a group of people to the Corpse Refining Sect?"

Han Shou gave her a hard look: "You villain, what are you thinking?"

"What I hate as a teacher is that you don't know how to get rid of evil and do everything you can. You are a teacher who teaches your disciples. As long as you don't do anything wrong in the name of a teacher, what do you blame you for?"

Ling'er couldn't hold back her tears and laughed for a split second: "Hee..."

"Ling'er thought, master, you blame Ling'er for causing you so much trouble!"

"Dare to laugh?"

"Ah, don't dare, dare not, master will spare Ling'er this time!"

Glancing at Fu Ling'er's happy look with crooked eyebrows, Han Shou was furious.

"Forgive you?"

"Little girl, do you dare to think about it?"

"Get the hell out of here and copy "Ethereal Qi Training Art" 1000 times! No rest until you finish copying!"

"Hee hee, yes, yes, disciple obeys!" Knowing that Han Shou was angry at her for being soft-hearted, and not blaming her for causing trouble, Fu Linger flew up happily, and for the first time in her life, she was fined to copy books without complaining.

"Wait, come back!"

"master?"

Seeing the girl's little face full of tears and joy, Han Shou felt helpless, with a cold face:
"There are still people waiting for you at the foot of the mountain, you go and end the karma yourself!"

"what?"

"Yes, the disciple obeys!"

Han Shou finally set his sights on nearly a hundred monks in front of him, and looked at each of them with fearful and hopeful eyes. He vaguely felt that his own child was lost outside, and a large group of people took the initiative to send the child back just to beg for help. Feel good.

After pondering for a moment, he smiled and said, "Piaomiao Guanzhu, thank you all comrades for your kindness in helping the evildoers of the poor way!"

"Shu~"

With a flick of the sleeve, a huge tiger carcass, ten feet long and nearly two feet high, appeared in the air.

"This corpse of the Sanyang Fierce Tiger already has a Heavenly Immortal Realm in front of him. I would like to express my gratitude to you. Please divide it up!"

Nearly a hundred monks who followed Fu Linger to Misty Peak knew that Han Shou would give a thank you gift, but all the complete immortal beast corpses seemed to be corpses of immortal beasts that had just fallen. The number is divided?
"Boom~"

All the monks' eyes were red, and they almost fell into madness.

All of them didn't care about shame, and kowtowed their heads in place without any concealment:

"Xiao Dao thanked Han Xian for the gift, and may the immortals enjoy the blessings forever!"

"Han Xian Gaoyi, Xiaoxiu kowtows to you!"

"Han Xian, don't worry. In the future, Fairy Ling'er will go down the mountain, and the trail will follow. I am willing to protect the fairy, even if I sacrifice my life!"

"Thank you, Lord!"

"Han Xian, you are too polite, too polite!"

"Xiaoxiu kneels down to thank the immortal for his generous gift!"

……

The monks were completely shameless, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing vigorously to Han Shou, wishing they could call him daddy, even the Jindan monks were no exception.

There is no way, Han Shou gave too much, so many people just want to call him daddy!
(End of this chapter)