Chapter 88 Zhang Chulan, want to see the Heavenly Master?

Zhang Zhiwei withdrew from the illusion.

He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with emotion.

Zhang Qianhe smiled slightly and didn't say much, but taught the No Beginning Sutra to his master.

"Master, I leave this Beginningless Sutra to you for cultivation."

"Once a book is completed, there will be no scripture in the world!"

"If you practice to a high level, you can transform your own body into an innate holy body!"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes flashed.

After seeing the grace of the Shishiless Emperor in the illusion, he didn't know how powerful this innate holy body was!

Decide to practice immediately!

As for the hosting of the Luotian Dajiao...

Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyes to look at his eldest disciple, and handed it over directly to him without hesitation.

Several other disciples are also practicing in seclusion at the moment, and I will definitely have to retreat as well to practice the Beginningless Sutra.

A few days later.

Longhu Mountain.

"Tickets are two hundred and sixty per person, what a money grab!"

The corners of Zhang Chulan's mouth kept twitching, staring at a ticket in his hand.

Next to.

Feng Baobao looked at the surrounding scenery carefully, holding a bottle of Coke in his hand.

The two of them were wearing brown jackets, which were the uniforms of Nadutong Company.

Zhang Chulan was about to continue complaining.

A voice suddenly came from behind.

"Most of Longhu Mountain and the front mountain are managed by the Tourism Bureau."

"Even the Taoist priest on the mountain doesn't have much power."

Xu Si was wearing a suit and walked past the two of them casually.

Zhang Chulan was startled, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Hahaha, what's so cheap in the world..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Another person came to Zhang Chulan's side.

This person was wearing a navy blue robe, his long hair was tied back, and only a few strands of bangs were scattered in front of his forehead.

"Longhu Mountain is already pretty good, but our Wudang Mountain is even worse than this."

As the man spoke, he looked at Zhang Chulan.

"Wudang Mountain, Wang Ye."

Wang Ye smiled and asked: "Donor, what do you call me?"

Zhang Chulan heard this and introduced himself with a smile.

The two talked all the way, and Zhang Chulan felt that the other person was quite nice and a very kind Taoist priest.

But Xu San, who was following the two of them, took a deep look at Wang Ye and remained silent, seeming to be thinking about something.

"The Taoist priest also came to participate in the Luotian Festival at Longhu Mountain?"

Zhang Chulan asked curiously.

This was the first time he saw Taoist priests from Wudang Mountain.

Wang Ye nodded and was about to answer.

Suddenly I saw Feng Baobao squatting in front of a stall in front of me.

"With this palmistry, the little benefactor will definitely be rich and powerful and live a hundred years in the future!"

A monk wearing a yellow robe and a red cassock spoke loudly.

He held Feng Baobao tightly with one hand and took out a string of red beads from his arms with the other hand.

"I didn't want this thing to appear in the world, but it's the end of the world!"

The old monk sighed with emotion, stood up suddenly, and raised the red beads high.

"Heavenly thing, a bunch of red colored glaze!"

"This is my master here. After fighting the Fire Qilin for more than 80,000 rounds, he took out his spiritual crystal and made this string!"

"Don't want nine thousand eighty, don't want nine thousand eight..."

Hear what the old monk said.

Feng Baobao's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he raised his hands high, reaching for the old monk's red glass beads.

"So much? I want it, I want it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Baobao handed the banknotes in his hand to the other party.

But suddenly Xu San took Feng Baobao in his arms from behind.

"Baby, you believe this kind of nonsense!"

"Eighty thousand, you think you're playing mahjong!"

But Feng Baobao didn't listen, and the two suddenly fell into a stalemate.

The old monk shook his head slightly and put his glass string into his backpack.

Saw this scene.

Both Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye could not help but twitch the corners of their eyes slightly.

"Zhang Chulan, why do you come to this conference?"

Wang Ye asked softly.

Hearing this, Zhang Chulan's eyes darkened slightly.

"Daozhang Wang, I think you all know about me. My grandfather carries too many secrets."

"If I want to find out these secrets, I can only come to Longhu Mountain, participate in the Luotian Festival, and then meet the Heavenly Master."

Zhang Chulan is talking.

Wang Ye suddenly laughed, turned around and said, "Zhang Chulan, want to see the Heavenly Master?"
Chapter completed!