I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

The majestic power of heaven struck Zisheng, and dazzling white light poured down from the sky, covering Zisheng's whole body like a waterfall.

He felt the familiar power, which was very similar to the power he encountered in the previous life.

The white mist outlined a figure walking towards him, the other person's eyes were cold, without warmth or emotion.As the other party got closer and closer to him, the white mist gradually dissipated, and Zi Sheng could see the man's appearance clearly.

Dressed in purple, that face was all too familiar, once pressed against his shoulders against his forehead, but at this moment the other party looked at him strangely.

He is not an immortal master, but he is wearing the skin of an immortal master, and his looks and aura are completely different!

The power of the sky suddenly pressed against him, and the opponent moved to the clouds and looked down at him, Zisheng also used his magical power to resist, but the power of the sky was too great, and white light hit him in an instant, Zisheng's pupils shrank slightly, and the white light occupied him of all pupils.

How did he die in his previous life?

Memories twisted and scattered in his mind, like a plate of paint mixed together, the color of the paint faded.However, the memory door that was once stored deep in his brain was opened, and everything he wanted to fade became more and more obvious in his mind, as if it was yesterday.

There is a vat of lotus flowers planted in the courtyard at home. His mother said that when he was a child, he was born because he suddenly picked up a green lotus seed in the water vat.

Kid Sheng shook his head in disbelief, but when he looked up, he saw a few silver hairs on his mother's head.

His mother is a woman from the south of the Yangtze River, with fair skin and gentle complexion, she often likes to wear cheongsam.There is an oil-paper umbrella at home. When it rains, my mother often likes to pick him up from school with the oil-paper umbrella.

His mother was almost 40 years old when he was born, but it seemed like she had just passed 31.

The mother said: "I was engaged to your father because of the family, but I have not had a child for 20 years. Until the night before I was pregnant with you, I had a dream. I dreamed of a big blue lotus flower, which was big and round... ...Hmm... a bit fat, and I have never seen such a beautiful lotus flower. In the dream, the lotus flower turned into a blue lotus seed, but there were black cracks on the lotus seed. I didn't pay attention to it at the time, but I woke up the next day. When I was picking lotus in the water tank, I suddenly saw a lotus seed floating on the water. The green lotus seed had black lines. I wanted to fish for it, but it disappeared, and then you were there."

It's a pity that his mother is not a person who likes to nag a lot. He heard this story when he was three years old, and he only heard it once in his previous life.

His mother has always spoken softly, always with a smile in her eyes, and never gets angry no matter what.My mother likes to read, and she likes to read all kinds of books, whether it is classics, ancient books, or some miscellaneous books, she enjoys reading them with gusto.

When he was a child, he took out the "Encyclopedia of Spells" from the bookshelf and laid it on the wooden table under the eaves. When it rained in the yard, his dark eyes always liked to stare at the rain.

He asked his mother, "Where's father?"

The mother smiled and shook her head, "Father likes little foxes and has raised many little foxes."

He was curious, "What kind of fox does it look like? Is it white or red? How many tails does it have? Does it look like Daji?"

Mother laughed "puchi", "Maybe it's a nine-tailed fox, but Daji is much more obedient than those little foxes."

Nine-tailed fox?

So his mother took out the book of mountains and seas for him, and turned to the page of Qingqiu for him.

Since he was a child, his life was incompatible with the lives of other children. For example, other people's mothers wore floral skirts with small rubber bands.But his mother always wore a cheongsam with a hairpin on her head.

He also likes hairpins, and even saw his mother cut a lotus hairpin with his own eyes.

His father was also very kind to him, especially liked his talent. Every time he came back, he would bring him some Taoism books, and personally made a mahogany sword for him, smiling and patting him on the shoulder, "Little Sheng, when you grow up, I will hand over my headship to you."

Kid Sheng blinked his round eyes and said, "But I want to be an astronaut, so I can eat endless Xizhilang jelly!"

Father:……

The mother smiled, and the father glanced at the mother and left.

Probably the mother is a gentle person, so Zisheng is also a gentle person.

He often likes to go to the supermarket with his mother to buy a big bag of things. His mother is carrying a bag, and he is carrying his little bear schoolbag which is full of snacks.

On the way home, my mother distributed the contents of the bag to the homeless people she saw, and he also gave the Xizhilang jelly to those who were in a bad mood.

"Zisheng is such a well-behaved kid, he doesn't cry or make trouble." The kindergarten teacher said excitedly, "I like Zisheng. Sometimes I can't control him. Pass me a snack when it's time."

"I really like Zisheng, Zisheng is so soft and cute!" The surrounding children chattered around Zisheng, wanting to play with Zisheng.

"Zisheng is so good, Zisheng will hand me a handkerchief when I cry!"

"I fell down, and Zisheng would still give me a whir."

Everyone loves Zisheng, and Zisheng is also a well-behaved and quiet child.

Later, when Zisheng entered elementary school, unidentified people began to approach Zisheng one after another.

A man in a suit got out of a luxury car. He looked down at Zisheng, frowned and said, "Why would father want to hand over the headship to you? Obviously I grew up in the sect, you... you At most, it’s just a child in the main room!”

Zisheng looked up at him, "Are you saying my father committed bigamy?"

The man in the suit: ...

"idiot!"

The man left, but there were still all kinds of people coming.Some people scrutinized him, some suspected that he was scheming, and some wanted to harm him with evil intentions.

Even so, Zisheng is happy every day. He often likes to go home along the path by the river, because there are people who need him on the way.

Maybe it's a little girl who is lost, maybe it's an old lady who needs to cross the road, or maybe it's a beggar...

Zisheng is a young genius. He studies very hard in school every day, and he is also the first in his grade in every exam.

Everyone admires him because he never takes a break in school.

Later, when his mother found out, she smiled and asked him, "Didn't you master the textbooks in middle school a long time ago? Why are you still learning these knowledge over and over again?"

Zisheng's mother put her hair in a bun, and said gently: "Because I don't want to make other people anxious, I want them to know that hard work is important."

Zisheng was number one for a year, until one afternoon, he bit his bread and heard someone crying in the corridor.

It turned out to be a girl.

The girl choked up in a low voice, "Why...why am I always second...why am I always inferior to him? Mom hit me again..."

Zisheng blinked, biting the bread and returning the same way.

Since then, the first grade has become the second grade.

After the senior high school entrance examination, Zisheng and his mother went to various parts of the country. Whenever there was a disaster, they went there to volunteer.

Zisheng was too young, so he rented a house nearby to cook and send the cooked meals to the disaster area.

Of course, Zisheng's temper is not always good. He once saw someone insulting his motherland on the Internet, so he ate instant noodles every day and sparred with people online for a month.

Mother smiled helplessly and shook her head.

"Zisheng is a good man with a good temper. He will lend you anything you ask him!"

"Zisheng is fine. I'm in a bad mood. He is willing to talk to me about the last day."

"Zisheng's monthly living expenses are [-] yuan, of which [-] yuan is donated, and [-] yuan is used to buy things to help classmates, and only [-] yuan is left for himself for daily expenses."

"I like Zisheng because he always bends his eyes and never gets angry."

This is probably the label others place on themselves.

When Zisheng was in his early 20s, he went to his father's mountain gate, and his father taught him how to use a mahogany sword while coughing and laughing.

At the beginning, all the disciples looked at Zisheng, but Zisheng's character is so good, gradually everyone became one with him.

He is kind to everyone, and everyone treats Zisheng as his own brother.

His talent is indeed high, so high that it is frightening. After four years, he has half-stepped into the fairy gate and has become an existence that people look up to in this circle.

His father's eyes were bloodshot, and he laughed and looked at him, "I finally have someone in the late stage! Xiaosheng must work hard to become a fairy..."

Everyone is looking forward to his becoming a fairy, whether it is the elders of this sect or other sects, they all treat him as their own son and grandson, and they always smile when they see him, and give away all the magic weapons and spiritual materials to him. give him.

Everyone cares about him and loves him, and those around his age regard him as a good brother.

Zisheng practiced the mahogany sword day after day. Compared with his peers who devoted themselves to cultivation, Zisheng's purpose of practicing Taoism was not to become an immortal.

His spells are getting higher and higher, but he spends most of his time exorcising evil, taking refuge and protecting the world.

In the past, he guarded a building, then he guarded a district, and then he guarded a city.

His father asked how he was doing in cultivation, and Zisheng said with clear eyes, "I'm still too weak to protect everyone."

His father pursed his lips and looked at him, his eyes were as deep as ancient wells, "Of course you can't protect everyone, so you have to become a fairy, and after you become a fairy, you can protect more people and those close to you."

Zisheng blinked, "Zisheng doesn't want to protect those close to him, Zisheng wants to protect everyone, whether he's close or not, whether he knows Zisheng..."

Father was silent at first, then his tone suddenly became sharper, "How do you protect them? Do you want everyone to live forever?"

After his father finished speaking, he coughed a few more times. He clutched the blood in his hand, not wanting others to see it.

Zisheng glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and said with a simple smile: "Zisheng won't let them live forever, but he will protect them from disasters."

The father suddenly realized that his son was not as innocent as he appeared to be. He stared at Zisheng and left with a wave of his sleeves.

After his father left, Zisheng's eyes were still full of smiles. The lotus flower in the courtyard bloomed, and he danced his sword again.

Later, Zisheng's mother passed away, and he personally sent for the funeral for her mother.Mother's favorite cheongsams were put into the coffin, and the young man's eyes were covered with mist.

He lay on the coffin and looked at the sky. He didn't know how long he had forgotten, but he remembered a lot.

"The aura in the world is getting thinner and thinner. It's strange, it's weird. It stands to reason that the aura in the world should be eternal, but why is it getting less and less?" Several heads chatted together, but Zi Sheng heard it.

"I don't know... I don't know... And there really are gods in the world?"

"Doesn't it exist? I've seen Lord Wuchang!"

Zisheng suddenly remembered, for some reason he had an ominous premonition.

He continued to practice, and he was getting closer and closer to becoming a fairy.

One night, he had a dream.

[He dreamed that someone died, not just one, but all very powerful people.They lived in a very high place and died like this, which is very strange.

The spiritual energy of those who have died is very majestic, so majestic that it is outrageous.

He dreamed that after those people were shattered, the aura condensed into real objects and fell into the world.It's just unfortunate that only cultivators can see these objects. Even if ordinary people see them, they will explode if they touch them.

This thing is a treasure, if a practitioner sees them, their cultivation level will skyrocket instantly, and they will become immortals in a short time.

He dreamed that those things came to him on their own initiative, and he became more and more powerful.

There is a majestic voice telling him in the dark: the world will experience a perdition and be revived again.It's just that [-]% of the world's creatures will die this time, and only [-]% will survive, and those who survive are not ordinary people, most of them are practitioners.

And all of this is reasonable, because the way of heaven operates in this way, and the destiny stipulates that living beings will perish, and everything follows the destiny.

And he, Zisheng, is the biggest beneficiary of this catastrophe, he will be the future emperor of heaven, the ruler of all things...]

Zisheng woke up with a start. Looking at the mahogany sword beside him, there was a light beating in his eyes.

He very much hoped that this dream was fake, but it was just a delusion.

One day a year later, it rained in the sky, and Zisheng saw something mixed with rainwater in the rain.

All practitioners went crazy and were ecstatically surprised.