Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 377 Awakening
Zhao Wujiang and Zhao Xiaoyin sat at the door of the side hall, the old Taoist should wake up in a while, the father and son chatted about some knowledge about magic techniques.

Although his father Zhao Wujiang is a strong man who has reached the peak of martial arts, but Zhao Xiaoyin has been very good at practicing martial arts these years.

Most of the time, I follow my uncle Di Renjie to read various files, or read some ancient books, or strange novels.

Zhao Xiaoyin didn't even practice martial arts very much.

One reason is that he is still young, and his father said that it is enough to practice martial arts for a while to strengthen his body, and to formally learn martial arts can wait until his body is fully grown.

Secondly, he was in Chang'an City, his mother was an empress, his father was an expert in the world, and his uncle was also strong, so he was protected very safely.

As for the technique, it was only during this trip with his father that he learned something about it.

The interest now is because of his father Zhao Wujiang's miraculous spellcasting.

In Zhao Xiaoyin's opinion, this is simply too cool, and he also wants to learn.

But after chatting with his father Zhao Wujiang, he found that learning spells is extremely complicated, spells are the foundation of spells, and spells are the extension of spells.

We must lay a solid foundation, remember many things, and have a heart to understand the world.

After Zhao Xiaoyin heard this, he just shook his head and decided to give up the practice of spells for the time being.

He knew that he didn't have much time.

Daddy just smiled and rubbed his head, telling him that there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

"Well"

There was a soft sound in the side hall.

The old Taoist who was lying on the incense burner in all directions slowly opened his eyes, and there was a clarity in his old eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time.

He looked around blankly, the beams of the side hall, the cobwebs all over the place, the statue of Bodhisattva with a compassionate expression, two big bells, some scattered incense candles, scriptures and so on.

He felt that these scenes were somewhat familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.

As soon as he thought about it, his head felt extremely painful.

But soon, he remembered the past.

He received a request from a temple abbot, saying that Buddhism could not suppress the evil for the time being, and asked him to come out of the mountain to help.

He came to help with a magic weapon, and when he came to this ancient temple, he found that the monks had died a long time ago, and they fled, and it collapsed much faster than he expected.

He fought against the sinister air, and finally exhausted all his strength to seal the evil air in the statue of Bodhisattva in front of him, but he also suffered from erosion.

In the end, he desperately built a formation for himself to seal him, sealed himself in this side hall, and at the same time sealed the sinister aura in his body.

Scenes appeared in the old Taoist's mind one after another, he sighed, did the seal fail?

But why can't he feel the existence of the sinister air?
How did he survive?

According to normal calculations, even if someone could expel the sinister aura in his body and the statue of Bodhisattva, he should be exhausted, but now he feels that his body is not bad except for being weak.

Could it be that the old way, I am in the sky now?Arrived near Emperor Zhenwu?
These are just things I have seen in the world?

Suddenly, the old Taoist saw a face appearing in front of him.

Childish, handsome, and smiling.

Then he saw another face, extraordinarily handsome and gentle, looking at himself.

There are some similarities between the eyebrows of these two people, like a father and son.

"Are you the Daoist Boys sitting down with Emperor Zhenwu?" the old Taoist was puzzled.

"Old Taoist, my name is Zhao Xiaoyin, this is my father Zhao Wujiang, he saved you." Zhao Xiaoyin scratched his head and smiled innocently.

"Huh?" The old Taoist was puzzled, and soon he was helped up by Zhao Xiaoyin, and the world in his eyes became normal.

Only then did he see the whole picture of the father and son.

Father was wearing a black robe with silver cloud patterns embroidered on it, which was as gentle as jade.

The child is well-dressed, with bright eyes and white teeth, and looks smart.

He also realized what the child said, it was his father who saved his life.

He looked at the black-robed man carefully again.

Since he just woke up, his brain reaction was a bit slow, the more he looked at Zhao Wujiang, the more mysterious he felt, and he began to tsk around Zhao Wujiang:
"The root bone is excellent, a rare talent in heaven and earth."

Soon, the old Taoist hummed in doubt, as if his disordered thoughts began to return to normal, he asked:
"This fellow Taoist, is the old Taoist me you saved?"

Zhao Wujiang nodded gently, Zhao Xiaoyin's round eyes widened, thinking that this old Taoist was really slow to react.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun." The old Taoist bowed slightly, and the shock gradually emerged in his heart, and asked again:

"Is it also the black energy you got rid of?"

Zhao Wujiang still smiled gently and nodded.

"The younger generation is awesome, the younger generation is awesome!" The old Taoist said with emotion:
"I didn't expect you to be able to get rid of this kind of sinister black energy at such a young age, it's really amazing.

By the way, how is your cultivation now?How far has Taoism come? "

But after finishing speaking, the old Taoist himself was stunned, obviously he should have survived to the point where he was exhausted, and now he is safe and sound, which cannot be solved by simple medical skills.

That means that the person in front of him has either cultivated so high in martial arts that he has stepped into the realm of a god, or his Taoism has reached an unimaginable level, capable of arousing the mysterious aura that exists between heaven and earth.

For example, the calamity of the sky thunder, such as the aura of the earth dragon, and so on.

"How do you treat well?"

The old Taoist opened his mouth, but he still asked this question. You must know that his cultivation had already reached the seventh level of the god rank a few years ago, and his Taoism skills are also very good, but he rarely lives in this world, and most of them Time is hidden in the mountains.

A strong man like him is rare in the world, but facing the man in front of him, he felt a little nervous for no reason. The more gentle and peaceful the man was, the more extraordinary he felt.

"I used the water from the sky to arouse the mother spirit of the earth in this ancient temple, and forcefully poured it into your body, renewing your vitality." Zhao Wujiang clasped his hands in his sleeves, warm as jade, and said with a smile:

"What will happen to you in the future depends on yourself."

The old Taoist has completely froze in place, arousing the mother spirit of the earth, what are you kidding?
He has been in this world for more than a hundred years, and he has never seen or heard of anyone who can arouse the mother spirit of the earth.

When a person is born into the world and connects with the earth, what he needs is the air of the earth.

But as a person grows older, the earth energy is consumed every day and night, which will eventually lead to the disappearance of the earth energy in his body, and the person will die and return to the earth.

What is a person?
Human beings are human beings, and human beings are also living beings, just like flowers, plants and trees growing on the earth, they can absorb the earth's energy, which means that they can survive in the world forever.

The old Taoist was so shocked that he seemed to see a god alive.

He felt that Zhao Wujiang was like the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu, otherwise how could he have such advanced magic skills?
(End of this chapter)