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That kick was just the beginning. The little Taoist boy looked like a madman, attacking the kneeling statue desperately with a faint golden light.

Finally, when he was exhausted, he did not forget to spit at it when he was pulled away by the master:

"Beast, the small country of Zu'er, wait for the Taoist master to grow up!"

Zhang Xiao shook his head gently and sighed in his heart.

After all, he is still a child and immature. A mature person like himself will not be like this no matter how angry he is.

I will only keep that feeling in my heart, turn it into motivation, and use practical actions to take revenge.

The little Taoist boy seemed to be tired, and was carried on his back by the master, whimpering.

The crying gradually faded away, and finally disappeared bit by bit under the steps.

Zhang Chengdao said softly:

"Come on, let's go in."

Stepping into the palace gate, Zhang Xiao stood there blankly.

He never thought that he would see such a scene. Countless spiritual tablets were densely packed in the palace.

Layer by layer, level by level, layer upon layer, from the ground to the position close to the ceiling.

He was enveloped in a far heavier sadness than before, and any words or words were feeble at this time.

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Zhang Chengdao lifted up his Taoist robe and knelt on the futon in front of the spiritual throne. Zhang Xiao came to his senses and hurriedly knelt on the futon next to him.

"Xiaoxiao, here are the ancestors of my Tao sect, the heroes who died for the Tao in their hearts."

Zhang Xiao listened silently, his eyes passing over the nearest spiritual place one by one.

Unlike ordinary spiritual tablets, the content written on these spiritual tablets is very simple:

"Zang Zhun was born on Dingwei day, Jisi month, Jiwei year, and he was enthroned on Wuwu day, Yimao month, Wuyin year."

"Xu Caimei was enthroned on Dingmao day, Dinghai month, Yimao year, and Wuwu day, Yimao month, Wuyin year."

"Tong Jingqiu, was enthroned on the Wuwu day of the Yimao month of the Wuyin year."

"Ding Zhilian"

Zhang Xiao discovered that on the spirit tablets, the dates of death of these seniors were all on the same day, Wuwu day, Yimao month, Wuyin year.

He looked at the densely packed and layered spiritual tablets in horror, at least more than ten thousand.

Are these all seniors who died on the same day?

Wuyin day, Yimao month, Wuyin year, is March 27, 1938. What happened on this day?

"Xiaoxiao. These are troubled times."

Zhang Chengdao suddenly said softly:

"This is a separate memorial place, only to honor the ancestors who died on that day."

"Dad, what happened? Is this done by a kid? Is it an Onmyoji?"

Even though he knew Zhang Chengdao would definitely say it, Zhang Xiao still couldn't help but ask.

There was only one urgent thought in his mind, and that was to find out what happened that day.

Zhang Chengdao was silent for a while, and his thoughts seemed to drift to that day in 1938.

His eyes were slightly absent-minded and he murmured:

"That year, I was eight years old."

As the saying goes, it is better to be a peace dog than a person in troubled times.

Ever since the foreign devils united and entered the capital, the world began to change. By 1930, the entire land of China was covered with desolation and smoke.

It is said that heroes emerge from troubled times, but monsters also emerge from troubled times.

Old and young men have heard bizarre stories about gods and ghosts since they were young. Most of them come from troubled times, especially the Republic of China, which was undergoing major changes unseen in three thousand years.

This human being is not stable, and the immortal way cannot be stable even if he wants to be, under the boundless resentment.

There are so many weird things that appear during this period,

In peacetime, these stories were just a joke about banquets and chatting about ancient times. But at that time, they were really what happened to ordinary people.

It's a difficult life to begin with, and coupled with the endless weirdness, it's really like the hemp rope is cut at the smallest point, and bad luck always plagues the poor.

The suffering of ordinary people and the future of China must be considered by young people with great wisdom, courage, benevolence and love.

But the matter of gods and ghosts is imminent, and we cannot wait or delay.

Fortunately, there are strange people and strangers who are worried about the world, and they come out one after another to calm this weirdness that does not belong to the world.

Most of them are just ordinary people, and some of them don't even have serious teachers. They rely on word of mouth or a incomplete classic.

But he risked his life and fought against those demons and demons for the sake of glory and wealth?

How can there be such a high pursuit? All you want is peace of mind.

Of course, this gate is no exception. Except for those who are too young and too old, those who have to protect the [Heavenly Court].

Scatter the rest and get out of the mountain! Put an end to the chaos!

But this heavenly country has a vast territory, abundant resources, and a large population. There are more than 10,000 Taoist disciples plus those brave ordinary people in the secular world.

But the talent is enough to encourage and support and prevent the weirdness from getting bigger.

Finally the day came.

All disciples outside the Taoist sect received orders from the Heavenly Master.

Zhang Chengdao's voice stopped, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes looked at the tablets.

He hurriedly took it back. On these tablets, many of them were familiar people and familiar names.

As soon as he saw those names, those long-gone figures would appear in front of his eyes.

It was as if they were still there, smiling, slowly walking into the deep darkness.

"Dad" Zhang Xiao looked at Zhang Chengdao worriedly.

"It's okay." Zhang Chengdao shook his head and started talking again.

It was a huge strange snake with eight heads, and its figure covered the sky and the sun.

The Heavenly Master ordered.

Throughout the land of China, all kinds of decent people walking in troubled times may inform them through friends.

Or they saw the notice that concealed the Taoist code and silently returned home to say goodbye to their families.

I packed my simple luggage and embarked on the journey with a death wish.

Various sects used their special skills to move the giant snake to a vast and sparsely populated grassland.

That battle lasted for half a month.

Facing the giant snake and the combination of Onmyoji and Shinto, as well as the shikigami summoned through massacre in front of them.

Zhang Chengdao described it as heavy casualties.

In the end, the grieving Daomen and other factions desperately began a suicidal charge.

"Xiaoxiao, do you know what our Taoist sect's strongest move is?"

Zhang Chengdao suddenly asked this question.

"Five thunder rectification?"

"No, it's about concentrating one's energy on one point, burning all one's self, and blooming into a moment of brilliance.

This blow is called transformation. This is the way to die together. "

That day, the dazzling light of the Transformation Dao attack almost filled the entire battlefield.

There are no heroic words or tragic last words.

Many people just smiled and waved goodbye to their companions, then turned around and burned themselves into a bright light.

At the end, a Taoist priest shouted:

"Everyone, there is only Pindao left in a certain sect. If you have any colleagues, you still remember that small sect.

I also hope that in the next year's festival, I will place an incense stick on behalf of the poor man.

Fellow Taoists, I, the poor Taoist, take the first step! "

"Fellow Taoist, don't be anxious, it's better to return home."

"Return together"

"Return together"

"Return together"

That blow penetrated the stars.

"Xiaoxiao, remember this number, seventeen thousand and twenty-four.

This is the number of seniors who passed away on that day in my Taoist sect. "

Zhang Xiao clenched his fists tightly and his voice was hoarse:

"Yes, I remember."

"Son, do you think Taoism is great?"

Before Zhang Xiao could answer, Zhang Chengdao said to himself:

"Actually, it's not great at all, because those ordinary people have paid far more than Taoists.

They are the real greatness.

We just took up arms and fought with them. "

Zhang Chengdao stood up and looked at the densely packed spiritual tablets:

“The Daomen have never been so hateful.

This hatred cannot be extinguished even if water pours from the three rivers and five lakes.

Remember this hatred, don't forget it! "

When Zhang Xiao finally stopped moving out of breath, he asked in a hissing voice:

"Dad, can we go back with revenge? Count me in!"

Zhang Chengdao smiled, showing a sinister smile and a chill, and pointed at the priest statue:

"The souls of the leader of the Shinto sect and the patriarch of the Onmyoji family are here."

Zhang Xiao was startled and felt that the attack he had just made was too light, and there were still many very good moves that he had not used.

But I heard Zhang Chengdao continue to say:

"Xiaoxiao, Fusang now only has a magic institute to fully study Western magic. Why is this?"

There was joy on his face:

“That was the first thing that the Daomen did after they regained their composure, which was to cross the sea and eradicate the roots, leaving no chickens or dogs behind!

Completely destroy Shintoism and Onmyoji.

So, they only have magic houses. "

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Well, as I expected, the changes are not small, and the complete version is in the group file.