Chapter 1310: Golden Summit View Again

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"Reopen the Pure Sun Taoist Temple!" Zhang Bairen took the invitation in his hand, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
The Chunyang Taoist Temple was completely destroyed, and he really couldn't think of where Zhang Fei had the courage to even dare to reopen the Chunyang Taoist Temple.
"September 9th, Double Ninth Festival!" Zhang Bairen put down the invitation in his hand, with memories and thoughts in his eyes.
To be honest, no matter what kind of grievances you have with Chunyang Taoist Temple, Chaoyang ancestors treat yourself well.
When the ancestor Chaoyang found himself in the northern part of the country for the first time, he wanted to pick himself up, but he refused.
Then he unintentionally discovered the secret in the jade pendant, and practiced the Sanyang Golden Crow rectification method of the Pure Yang Taoist Temple. The Chaoyang ancestor taught himself the supreme classics without reservation.
Although he has a practice technique, Zhang Bairen has to accept the thoughts of the ancestor Chaoyang.
"Jinding Temple has been wiped out. It's time to pay homage to those who died!" Zhang Bairen stuffed the gold stickers into his sleeves, and looked at Jing Wushuang with a pair of eyes: "Choose some gifts, and I will go personally. Once."
After speaking, Zhang Bairen's figure disappeared in the same place and was nowhere to be found.
Golden Summit
The ruins in the thunder and fire have been re-established, and the carving of the dragon and the phoenix is ​​so impressive. In that palace, gods and men wandered, all kinds of visions rose into the sky, and the air of fireworks went straight into the sky.
The gods have returned to their positions, and the gods who were worshipped by Jindingguan have returned to their positions at this time.
The disciples and elders of Jinding Temple in exile returned to Jinding Temple again, and the whole Jinding Temple was restored to a certain degree of vitality.
There was a drizzle in the sky, Zhang Bairen wore a white robe with bare feet, slowly propped up the oil paper umbrella in his hand, and walked slowly towards the mountain.
The disciples and elders passing by Jinding Temple seemed to be in another time and space, and there was no shadow of Zhang Bairen at all.
Invisible!
No one can see Zhang Bairen's shadow.
The tombstone is in the back mountain, which was erected by himself.
There are no weeds, and it is clear that Chunyang Taoist Temple is often worshipped.
In front of the tombstone, three five- or six-year-old children laughed, recklessly tidying up the weeds on the grave, and stealing some tribute from the grave from time to time.
Standing in front of the tombstone, Zhang Bairen was speechless for a long time. The tragedy of that year is so vivid that people can't help but be shocked.
"These guys have done too much! But Jindingguan's hatred will naturally be reported by Jindingguan, Beitianshidao, Wangjia!" Zhang Bairen muttered to himself, taking out the tribute in his hand, and there is no shortage of incense candles.
Pure wine was spilled on the grave, and Zhang Bairen laughed: "Oh, what can I do? One side is my uncle, and the other is blood relatives! My mother and I have the kindness of nurturing, I can't make my mother sad."
In fact, Zhang Bairen understands Zhang's mother and has no resentment towards her mother.
It's like two brothers. One of them is doing well and the other is down. The mother always has to find a way to help.
Maybe I am not familiar with Zhang Baiyi, but for Zhang's mother, Zhang Bairen or Zhang Baiyi is not different.
"The dust is rolling, I can see through the dynasty change, but I just can't see through the family affection in the world!" Standing in front of the grave, Zhang Bairen murmured to himself: "It is also from the same origin with me anyway, and it will not be called Zhang family blood. cut off."
"Who are you? Why did you come to the Forbidden Land of Houshan!" Suddenly the boy in the distance spotted Zhang Bairen holding an oil-paper umbrella, with a touch of surprise in his eyes, and hurried over to scold him.
At this time, Zhang Bairen just shifted his gaze, staring at the three children who rushed, showing a surprised look: "This is impossible, aren't you three old guys gone?"
Between the three children, there is a shadow of the three elders in Chaoyang.
"Uncle, who are you! This is my pure Yang Taoist forbidden area, why did you come in!" One of the children looked at Zhang Bairen.
Zhang Bairen was silent, as if he had seen something incredible, these three children actually had the original aura of Chaoyang Three Elders.
"Chaoyang, Zhengyang, sunset, let's go down three of you!" There was a berating from the bottom of the mountain, and Zhang Fei slowly walked up the mountain.
"Yes, Master!" The three of them gave a salute before making a face at Zhang Bairen and turning away.
"You are here after all" Zhang Fei did not open his umbrella, letting the rain wet his clothes.
"Isn't the three elders of Chunyang dissipated? How could there be a chance of reincarnation?" Zhang Bairen was puzzled.
"It's indeed the soul flies away. Fortunately, I relied on the traces of the soul left by the lamp of life to reincarnate. The three elders want to reincarnate and return. I don't know how many years of hard work before they can reconsolidate their origins." Zhang Fei sighed. His eyes were full of sadness: "After I went down the mountain, I took refuge in the Li Family. With the help of the Li Family, I finally found the reincarnation of the Three Elders. I must reopen the Pure Yang Taoist Temple. The Taoist tradition of the Pure Yang Taoist Temple cannot be interrupted in my hands!"
Tradition is greater than fate!
feelings!
Chunyang Taoist Temple is Zhang Fei's home. The home is destroyed and there are wanderings everywhere. Only this place can be at ease.
"How many classics of Chunyang Taoist temple are left?" Zhang Bairen suddenly said.
"80%" Zhang Fei said.
Standing in front of the grave, Zhang Bairen fumbled with his palm from his sleeve, and took out a wooden slip: "It records the Sanyang Golden Crow Dafa. This is the true foundation of Chunyang Taoism."
"It's no use for me. Since you have already practiced Dafa, there won't be the eleventh golden crow in this world! The soul of the sun is fixed!" Zhang Fei shook his head, and did not go to receive the tactics.
"I have modified this tactic. You can use the power of the Golden Crow to protect your body when you practice this tactic!" Zhang Bairen sighed.
There was silence for a while, before Zhang Fei took the tactics: "I can't help you, I owe you too much."
"What's the use of saying so much, everything is over!" Zhang Bairen turned and walked down the mountain: "Anyway, I am also a descendant of the Zhang family, ninety-nine Chunyang, I will naturally give Jindingguan a big gift, making Jindingguan renew Rise."
Looking at the back disappearing in the misty rain, Zhang Fei's two lines of tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, mixed with the rain ~EbookFREE.me~ could not distinguish each other.
"I can't help you, I will definitely pull your mother out of her illusion!" Zhang Fei murmured, but his eyes were full of determination.
Zhang Bairen is gone
Just before leaving, looking at the karma and karma reunited above the Pure Yang Taoist Temple, his brows were slightly frowned.
The sins made in those days are endless.
The blood is endless, and I will not let it go!
"Number of days? Cause and effect?"
"Hehe" Zhang Bairen sneered twice before turning and leaving.
"Master, who is that person? I don't know why he looks so kind!" Chaoyang ran up the mountain with his calf, his eyes filled with doubts.
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