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"Reopen the Pure Yang Taoist Temple!" Zhang Bairen held the invitation in his hand, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

The Pure Yang Taoist Temple was destroyed by others. He really couldn't think of where Zhang Fei got the courage to reopen the Pure Yang Taoist Temple.

"September 9th, Double Ninth Festival!" Zhang Bairen put down the invitation in his hand, with a trace of memories and meditation in his eyes.

To be honest, no matter what kind of grudges you have with Pure Yang Taoist Temple, Chaoyang Ancestor treats him well.

When the ancestor Chaoyang, the North of Selangor discovered him for the first time, he thought about taking him back, but he was rejected by him.

Then he accidentally discovered the secret in the jade pendant and practiced the Three Yang Golden Crow Dharma of Pure Yang Taoist Temple. Chaoyang Patriarch taught his supreme classics without reservation.

Although he had practiced the exercises, Zhang Bairen had to take over the thoughts of the Chaoyang Ancestor.

"The Jinding Temple has been destroyed by others, so it's time to pay tribute to those dead!" Zhang Bairen stuffed the golden sticker into his sleeves and looked at Jing Wushuang with his eyes: "Please select some gifts, I'll go there in person on the Double Ninth Festival."

After saying that, Zhang Bairen disappeared from the spot and disappeared.

Golden Pin View

The ruins in the thunder and fire had been rebuilt, and the carvings of dragons and phoenixes were so grand. In the palace, gods and people wandered, and strange phenomena soared into the sky, and the fireworks ignited straight into the sky.

The gods have returned to their positions, and the gods who were sacrificed and worshipped by the Golden Pin Temple back then have returned to their positions at this time.

The elders of the Golden Pin Temple who were exiled to the Golden Pin Temple again returned to the Golden Pin Temple, and the entire Golden Pin Temple had recovered some vitality.

It started drizzling in the sky. Zhang Bairen wore a white robe and naked soles. He slowly held up an oil-paper umbrella in his hand and walked slowly towards the mountains.

The disciples and elders who passed by Jinding Temple seemed to be in another time and space, and there was no sign of Zhang Bairen at all.

Not visible!

No one can see Zhang Bairen's shadow.

The tombstone is located in the back mountain, which was set up by myself back then.

There are no weeds, and it is obvious that people often worship Pure Yang Taoist Temple.

In front of the tombstone, three five or six-year-old children laughed, heartlessly sorting out the weeds on the grave, and occasionally stealing some tributes from the grave.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Zhang Bairen was speechless for a long time. The tragic situation of that year was vivid in my mind, making people unable to help but be shocked.

"These guys have done too much! But the hatred of Jinding Temple will naturally be avenged by Jinding Temple, Beitian Shidao, Wang Family!" Zhang Bairen murmured to himself, taking out tributes in his hand, and there was no shortage of incense candles.

Pure wine sprinkled in front of the grave, and Zhang Bairen laughed: "Oh, what can I do? On one side is my uncle and on the other side are my blood relatives! My mother has raising me for raising me, so I can't make my mother sad."

In fact, Zhang Bairen understood Zhang's mother and did not have any resentment towards her mother.

It’s like two brothers, one of whom is doing well and the other is in a downturn, and my mother always needs to find a way to help.

Maybe I am not familiar with Zhang Baiyi, but for Zhang’s mother, whether it is Zhang Bairen or Zhang Baiyi, it is actually no different.

"The world is rolling, I have seen through the changes of dynasties, but I just can't see through the family affection in the world!" Zhang Bairen stood in front of the grave and murmured to himself: "At least it comes from the same origin as me, I will definitely not let the Zhang family's bloodline be cut off."

"Who are you? Why are you coming to the forbidden area in the back mountain?" Suddenly, a child in the distance found Zhang Bairen holding an oil paper umbrella, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he quickly ran over to scold him.

At this moment, Zhang Bairen changed his gaze and stared at the three running boys, showing a look of surprise: "This is impossible, aren't you three old guys scattered?"

The three children still have the shadow of the three elders in Chaoyang between their eyebrows.

"Uncle, who are you? This is the forbidden area of ​​my Pure Yang Taoist Temple, how 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 the three elders of Chaoyang.

"Chaoyang, Zhengyang, Sunset, you three go down!" A scolding sounded at the foot of the mountain, and Zhang Fei slowly walked up the mountain.

"Yes, Master!" The three of them bowed together, then grimaced at Zhang Bairen, turned around and left.

"You're here after all." Zhang Fei didn't hold an umbrella and let the rain wet his clothes.

"Aren't the three elders of Chunyang scattered? How could there be a chance for reincarnation?" Zhang Bairen looked puzzled.

"It's true that my soul has disappeared. Fortunately, I rely on the trace of soul left by the life lamp to reincarnate. The three elders want to reincarnate, and I don't know how many hard times it takes to regain their origins." Zhang Fei sighed, his eyes full of gloom: "After I went down the mountain and surrendered to the Li family, I finally found the reincarnation of the three elders. I must reopen the Pure Yang Taoist Temple. The Pure Yang Taoist Temple's Taoist tradition cannot be cut off in my hands!"

Taoist traditions outweigh fate!

feelings!

Pure Yang Taoist Temple is Zhang Fei's home. When his home is destroyed, he is wandering everywhere, and only here can he feel at ease.

"How many classics are left in Pure Yang Taoist Temple?" Zhang Bairen suddenly spoke.

"80%" Zhang Feidao.

Standing in front of the grave, Zhang Bairen groped through his sleeves for a while and took out a wooden slip: "The Three Yang Golden Crows Technique is recorded on it, which is the true foundation of Pure Yang Taoist Temple."

"It's useless to give it to me. Since you have already practiced the Great Dharma, there will be no eleventh golden crow in this world! The soul of the sun is a certain number!" Zhang Fei shook his head and did not take the magic trick.

"I have made modifications to this magic trick. I can use the power of the golden crow to protect my body!" Zhang Bairen sighed.

After a while of silence, Zhang Fei took the spell: "I'm sorry for you, I owe you too much."

"What's the use of saying so much? Everything is over!" Zhang Bairen turned around and walked down the mountain: "After all, I am a descendant of the Zhang family. Jiujiu Chunyang, I will naturally give Jinding Temple a big gift, which will make Jinding Temple rise again."

Looking at the back that disappeared in the misty rain, two lines of hot tears rolled down at the corner of Zhang Fei's eyes, mixed with the rain, unable to tell each other.

"I'm sorry to you, I will definitely pull out your mother's own fantasy!" Zhang Fei murmured, but his eyes were full of determination.

Zhang Bairen is gone

Before leaving, I looked at the cause and effect disasters that reunited above the Pure Yang Taoist Temple, and my brows frowned slightly.

The evils committed back then will never end.

The bloodline is endless, and I will never give up!

"Days? Cause and effect?"

"Hehe" Zhang Bairen sneered twice before turning around and leaving.

"Master, who is that person? I don't know why it looks so friendly!" Chaoyang ran up the mountain with his calf, his eyes full of doubt.

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