Pindao's surname is Zhang, his ancestor is Immortal Immortal

Chapter 33: Poor Taoist Zhang Jiao
Time passed bit by bit.

At this time, the atmosphere in Yuntianque Golden Palace changed slightly.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Master Peng was a little anxious and couldn't wait to ask, "Master Jiugong, how is the situation now?"

Master Jiugong was still there. He sat down cross-legged and said slowly,
"Master Peng, don't be anxious, how can a mere warrior resist the true divine dharma sound!"

Another half-quarter of an hour.

"Real person? How?" Master Peng asked.

Master Jiugong's face changed slightly, but he was still confident, "Don't panic, this person has some abilities, but he is just stubbornly resisting. When the time comes, he will be transformed."

Another half-quarter of an hour.

"Real person?"

Master Jiugong frowned, a bit of confusion appeared on his old face, and waved his hand, "It's a little troublesome, but overall it's fine."

After another half-quarter of an hour, Master Jiugong said in a deep voice, "This...there is something wrong with this person, but please believe in the true God."

The Peng Lord was speechless: "..."

These worshipers seem a little too unreliable.

How about another method?

"?" Dapeng Zi Jin Hong's eyes kept wandering.

buzz~

At this time, the shrine worshiping in front of Master Jiugong shone brightly. Among the ferocious dharma bodies on all sides, a dharma body shot out a golden light and fell on Master Jiugong.

This suddenness made Master Peng alert.

But Master Jiugong suddenly burst out laughing like crazy, and bowed devoutly to the altar.

"Hahaha~ The true God is inspiring me, and I am going to ascend to heaven."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body stiffened.

He fell to the ground with a weird smile, his body became an empty shell, and lost all vitality.

"Father, it seems that Master Jiugong is dead?" Jin Hong, the son of Dapeng, walked over and leaned over to check. His expression was particularly surprised, and he groped carefully on the body of Master Jiugong.

But I can't see how Master Jiugong died at all?

Very bizarre and weird!

Considering what he said before his death, can these god worshipers really communicate with the so-called true God, soar into the sky, and always be with the true God?
The Peng Master pondered deeply, rolled his sleeves and said, "Go and call other worshipers to come and dispose of his body."

"Yes!"

Not long after, Dapengzi Jin Hong called other worshipers over and briefly explained the situation.

But his explanation is purely redundant.

When the other worshipers learned that Jiugong Zhenren had ascended to heaven, they all cheered and celebrated, and worshiped devoutly without feeling any sadness or blame.
"The real person ascended to heaven and is still alive with the world."

"My God lives forever!"

When Master Peng and Jin Hong saw this, they were shocked in their eyes and shocked in their hearts.
"A bunch of lunatics!"

.....
"Huh? It's strange. The Erawan God was still at a slight disadvantage just now, so why did it suddenly gain strength?"

Zhang Yuqing murmured in confusion.

Because the two barbarian gods did not pay attention to him, they were safe and sound, sitting on the lotus platform and watching the show leisurely.

Originally, True Lord Chixiao should have the upper hand at home.

But for some reason, the Four-faced God seemed to have taken some tonic and became strong again, rivaling that of True Lord Chixiao.

"Fight, fight, it's best to die together."

Zhang Yuqing muttered.

In addition, he is also the only party present who benefits.

During the duel between True Lord Chixiao and the Four-faced God, the divine power overflowed and was absorbed by the Yuchi Star Treasure House that stored one yuan of gold liquid. This high-hanging star treasure house became more and more brilliant, and seemed to be complete.

So much so that the efficiency of the one-yuan gold liquid flowing from the jade pond has also increased.

Preliminary estimates suggest that it is three to four times faster.

The details will have to wait for the settlement in the next day.

All in all, the creation time of his one-yuan Dao body will be shortened by three to four times.

Isn't that a great thing?

Also, with the battle between the barbarian gods, the genealogy that had remained unmoving in his consciousness gradually began to move.

The second page of the family tree is quietly opening.

……

The end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the land of Qingzhou!
In a camp of the Yellow Turban Army.

Since Zhang Jiao, the founder of Taiping Road, raised the banner of rebellion, "Heaven is dead, Huang Tian shall stand; if you are aged for six years, the world will be prosperous!", Taiping Road martyrs from all over the country responded one after another, wearing yellow scarves on their heads, and called them the Yellow Turban Army. The great sage Zhang Jiao is known as General Tiangong.

He wants to overthrow the great Han Cangtian, rebuild the universe, and bring peace to the world.

Now at the beginning of the uprising, the Yellow Turban Army has captured several states in succession with an unstoppable force, and the uprising is like a spark igniting a prairie fire.

The sentence "I am a poor Taoist, please die in heaven!", which made many Yellow Turban righteous men willing to be driven by it.

"It was during the Eastern Han Dynasty that even the great sage Zhang Jiao became the ancestor of my Zhang family?"

Zhang Yuqing received a memory that appeared out of thin air in a trance, and felt it was bizarre.

In this world, he is also a member of the Zhang clan and is quite talented.

He became a disciple of the great virtuous teacher Zhang Jiao.

In other words, it is enough to worship the master Wudang master Zhang Sanfeng.

Now the genealogy takes him directly to the earlier Eastern Han Dynasty.

So, I have another ancestor and a master.

What surprised him even more was that there was not only martial arts in the world of this great man.

There is also a being called the Ancient Qi Practitioner.

And his current master, the great virtuous master Zhang Jiao, is a genuine Qi practitioner.

Call for wind and rain, turn the ground into steel, drive mountains and seas...

How shocking it is to bring the magic from myths to life.

"There really are Qi practitioners in this world. Don't those ancient magical powers, the Thirty-six Heavenly Gangs, and the Seventy-two Earthly Evils also exist?"

"Also, I don't know if Fang Tiandi and Wudang are the same?"

Zhang Yuqing was surprised and happy.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will learn the method of refining Qi in this world.

Maybe the art of Qi training is not really better than martial arts, but it is undoubtedly more handsome.

Who doesn’t look forward to practicing Qi to live forever!
And at this time, Zhang Jiao was about to teach him the method of Qi training.

Not daring to delay, he hurried to the camp where his master Zhang Jiao lived and met this mythical great master.

He was wearing a simple Taoist robe and his hair was tied up in a bun.

With eyes as gentle as jade, he sat cross-legged on the futon.

There were no statues or altars behind him, they were all empty.

How can a qigong practitioner who dares to let the sky die will ever serve and worship gods again?

Zhang Jiao is essentially different from the evil cults of Dayong. His purpose in establishing Taiping Dao was not for himself, but with the ambition of making the world peaceful and peaceful, overthrowing the dim Han Dynasty and creating a new heaven.

Otherwise, with his cultivation, he could escape into the world.

Like Nan Hua and Zuo Ci, they cannot achieve enlightenment and become immortals!

Why should I go to the world of mortals and risk my life?

But unfortunately, what Zhang Jiao did was doomed to fail. His idea was too idealistic and was destined to be impossible to realize in this era.

Even if you overthrow the Han Dynasty, it will only give birth to a new Han Dynasty.

Moreover, only a few of the Yellow Turbans were martyrs.

Most of them were thugs who had sneaked in.

The original intention of the Yellow Turbans was to rescue the oppressed common people, but as the Yellow Turbans gained momentum, they persecuted the common people even more than the powerful officials of the Han Dynasty.

Looking down from Zhang Yuqing's perspective, this uprising was too hasty and too fast.

Failure is doomed.

"Yuqing, you're here!"

Zhang Jiao raised his eyes, looking tired, worried about wars and many trivial matters in various places.

However, after seeing Zhang Yuqing, he still smiled sincerely.

This is the most promising lineage of his Zhang family to inherit his lineage's techniques and leave great hope to the descendants who will pass on the Qi training inheritance.

"Disciple pays homage to Master!"

Zhang Yuqing restrained his unnecessary thoughts and bowed to Zhang Jiao with Taoist etiquette.

Zhang Jiao nodded slightly, flicked his sleeves, and a roll of bamboo slips fell into Zhang Yuqing's hand.
"This is my lineage, the nerve-refining chapter of Taiping Yaoshu."

"The method of practicing Qi has three processes. First, you can refine your spirit, then you can cultivate your body, and finally you can be convinced of your Qi."

"I see that you have achieved great success in martial arts and are not far away from achieving great success in health cultivation. However, your soul is weak and unformed, so you should practice this method first."

(End of this chapter)