Super Unlimited Recharge System

Chapter 405 Ancestor of the Nine Sects
When the people around thought about it, they also felt that what the other party said was right. Apart from the powerful Taoist Lord, who could cast spells silently?
If the other party is a Dao Lord, they are obviously asking for trouble or death.

After thinking about it quietly, everyone agreed that it was better for Zhuo Feng to be unable to speak than for them to be unable to speak!

A few young Taoist priests didn't act without authorization to break other people's spells. Didn't they ask for trouble?
Zhuo Feng looked around, took out a bank note worth a thousand taels, and gestured to a young Taoist priest.

Looking at the bank note in the opponent's hand, the young Taoist priest Sun Yulin was very moved.

Seeing this situation, Zhuo Feng took out another bank note and made several gestures again.

"2000 taels of silver is not a small sum." Sun Yulin thought to himself.

Seeing that the other party was already moved, Zhuo Feng took out a banknote again.

Sun Yulin looked around, and then said: "Pindao can't guarantee that I can let you speak."

Zhuo Feng dipped his hands in some tea, and wrote on the table: "Taoist priest, just do it."

"Finally enlightened, and I know how to write by hand." Chen Yu thought to himself.

"Once Pindao makes a move, no matter whether he succeeds or not, he will offend the person who cast the spell secretly." Sun Yulin said.

"Please ask the Taoist Priest to save me. As long as I can speak, all the money belongs to the Taoist Priest." Zhuo Feng wrote and erased.

"Then you mean that if Pindao didn't get you to speak, it's just a waste of work?" Sun Yulin asked with a frown.

"Master Dao, whether you succeed or not, the silver is yours." Zhuo Feng wrote on the table after thinking for a while.

Sun Yulin was overjoyed, reached out to take the silver, and began to cast spells to break the sealing technique.

Jiang Hua walked out of Lengyue Tower and said to a servant, "You go to the National Teacher's Mansion to report the crime."

"Yes, young master." The servant Jiang Daniu nodded in response, turned around and left quickly.

Sun Yulin failed to crack the sealing technique, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, but the person who cast the spell on you is too strong, and the poor can't do anything about it!"

Zhuo Feng was frightened and uneasy, if he couldn't speak all the time, he would be a mute from now on.

After listening to the poems written by the scholars and Taoists around, and watching the dance performed by the girl from Lengyuelou, Chen Yu turned and left.

After thinking about it, he bought a manor and adopted nine young boys.

There are too many demons and ghosts in the world, Chen Yu intends to teach a few apprentices to subdue and eliminate demons.

"From now on, your name is Chen Yi, your name is Chen Er. Your name is Chen Jiu."

After choosing the names for the nine cheap apprentices, Chen Yu bought them several recharge packages.

After more than a month, he began to teach them how to read, and with the help of the recharge package, their knowledge soared.

"The cultivation realm of a Taoist is, in order, a warlock, a mage, a celestial master, and a Taoist monarch."

Talking about the cultivation system, Chen Yu taught his apprentices to practice martial arts during the day and asked them to practice Taoism at night.

Time flies, and before you know it, it is three years.

"This is a magic weapon refined for the teacher. Tomorrow morning, you all go out to subdue demons and eliminate demons!"

With a wave of Chen Yu's hand, nine powerful magic swords flew in front of the nine apprentices.

"Yes, Master!" Everyone responded loudly.

"The fate is all here, and there will be no future!" Chen Yu's figure disappeared without a trace.

"Farewell to Master!" The nine knelt and kowtowed.

The next day, nine Taoist priests aged fifteen or sixteen left the manor reluctantly.

One by one, the demons and goblins were beheaded by them one after another. In less than half a year, they became famous all over the world.

Sitting cross-legged on the highest peak in the world, Chen Yu took Dahei who had returned from the sky into his portable universe.

Charge himself with sleepiness for 1000 years, and in the blink of an eye, he fell asleep.

"Brother Wang, who do you think is the strongest among the nine sons of the Chen family?"

"It must be Chen Yizhen, the third-rate Taoist Jun Yin Jiuyou, who was beheaded by him with a single sword."

"I think Master Chen San is the strongest, even the third-rate Ghost Emperor Xuehe didn't block his sword!"

"The nine sons of the Chen Clan are all masters of Taoism and martial arts. Their strength is immeasurable. Who knows which one is the strongest?"

"If you ask me, the most powerful person in the world must be Chen Yizhen and their master!"

"In just three years, nine ordinary teenagers have been trained to be both martial saints and Taoist monarchs."

Countless warriors and Taoist priests tirelessly discussed Chen Yi and the others, as well as their unfathomable master.

Decades later, the nine sons of the Chen Clan successively established a sect under the name of the Nine Palaces, each creating a super sect.

More than 100 years later, Chen Yi and the others broke through the sky and left one after another. As for their master, he has been forgotten by most people.

Chen Yu, who was sleeping while sitting on the highest peak in the world, had one dream after another.

He who fell into a deep sleep was buried by ice and snow again and again, and emerged from the ice and snow again and again.

Time flies, 500 years later, a man and a woman stepped on the snow, looking for natural treasures everywhere.

"Senior brother, look!" Qianmen disciple Xiao Ruoying pointed to the top of the mountain.

"There are people on the top of the mountain." Qianmen disciple Zhou Yunqing said with admiration.

"Brother, let's go up and have a look." Xiao Ruoying said.

"Junior Sister, be careful." Zhou Yunqing nodded.

The two used the magic amulet and the light body talisman, and rushed to the top of the mountain like walking on the ground.

"This, this, how is this possible?" Zhou Yunqing said in disbelief.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Xiao Ruoying asked doubtfully.

"Junior Sister, take a closer look." Zhou Yunqing said.

"Master Patriarch, it's Master Patriarch!" Xiao Ruoying exclaimed.

"Zhou Yunqing, the 23rd generation disciple of Qianmen, pay homage to the patriarch!" Zhou Yunqing knelt and kowtowed.

"Xiao Ruoying, the 23rd generation disciple of Qianmen, pays homage to the patriarch." Xiao Ruoying kowtowed nine times.

Seeing that the figure sitting cross-legged did not respond at all, Zhou Yunqing took the courage to check it out, and said with a complicated expression: "The Patriarch is not breathing, nor is his heart beating."

"Senior brother, do you want to send Grandmaster back to Qianmen?" Xiao Ruoying asked.

"Yes." Zhou Yunqing nodded, took out a powerful talisman and put it on his body, picked up Chen Yu with both hands, and walked quickly down the mountain.

After going through untold hardships, the two returned to the Great Qin Empire, and it took several months before they returned to Qianmen.

"Yunqing, what's going on?" Lin Yunfeng, head of the Qianmen, asked with a frown.

"Sect Leader, we have brought back the body of the Patriarch." Zhou Yunqing said hastily.

Lin Yunfeng looked at it carefully, then looked at the portrait of the ancestor, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

A few days later, the heads of Kanmen, Genmen, and Kunmen hurried to Qianmen with their eight disciples.

"Meet the Patriarch." A group of Taoist priests stood one after another, kneeling and kowtowing respectfully.

"Master Patriarch, the body of the Patriarch was recovered by the disciples of our Qianmen. Due to emotion and reason, the body of the Patriarch should be placed in our Qianmen." Lin Yunfeng said.

"Master Lin, you can't say that. The Patriarch is not only the Patriarch of your Qianmen, but also our common Patriarch. No matter how you look at it, the body of the Patriarch should not be the Qianmen."

"How about this, let's jointly contribute money to build a Taoist temple for the ancestors for the disciples of the nine sects to worship!"

"That's a good idea, as it should be!" The heads of the eight sects said one after another.

A few months later, there was an additional Nine Gates Ancestor Temple in the capital of the Qin Empire.

Each of the nine sects dispatched disciples to station at the Nine Ancestor Temple. During every year and festival, the disciples of the nine sects would come to worship.

"Didn't the patriarch pass away? Why is his hair still growing?"

"Could it be that the patriarch has not passed away? He just fell asleep?"

"As expected of the patriarch, the scissors forged with nine-day black iron can't cut his hair continuously."

(End of this chapter)