Chapter 230 Dao Men! Dao Men!

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

When he was exhausted, he didn't forget to spit at it when he was pulled away by his master:

"Beast, you small country, wait, wait for the Taoist master to grow up!"

Zhang Xiao shook his head gently, sighing in his heart.

After all, he was still a child, immature. A mature person like himself would not be so angry.

He would only remember that feeling in his heart, turn it into motivation, and retaliate with actual actions.

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

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

Zhang Chengdao said softly:

"Let's go, let's go in."

Stepping into the temple gate, Zhang Xiao stood there in a daze.

He never thought he would see such a scene, with countless spirit tablets densely arranged in the temple.

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

He was enveloped by a sorrow far heavier than before, and any language and words were pale and powerless at this time.

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Zhang Chengdao lifted up his Taoist robe and knelt on the cushion in front of the spirit tablet. Zhang Xiao came to his senses and hurriedly knelt on the cushion a little later.

"Xiaoxiao, this is my Taoist ancestor, a hero who rests for the Tao he upholds in his heart."

Zhang Xiao listened silently, his eyes passing over the nearest spirit tablets one by one.

Unlike ordinary spirit tablets, the contents written on these spirit tablets are very simple:

"Zang Zhun, born on the day of Dingwei in the month of Jisi in the year of Jiwei, passed away on the day of Wuwu in the month of Yimao in the year of Wuyin"

"Xu Caimei, born on the day of Dinghai in the month of Dingmao in the year of Yimao, passed away on the day of Wuwu in the month of Yimao in the year of Wuyin"

"Tong Jingqiu, passed away on the day of Wuwu in the month of Yimao in the year of Wuyin"

"Ding Zhilian"

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

He looked at the densely packed and stacked spirit tablets in horror, at least more than 10,000.

Are these all predecessors who passed away on the same day?

The day of Wuwu in the month of Yimao in the year of Wuyin was March 27, 1938. What happened on this day?

"Xiaoxiao. This is the troubled times."

Zhang Chengdao suddenly said softly:

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

"Dad, what happened? Was it done by the devils? Was it a Yin-Yang master?"

Even though he knew Zhang Chengdao would definitely tell him, Zhang Xiao couldn't help asking.

He had only one urgent thought in his mind, which was to find out what happened on that day.

Zhang Chengdao was silent for a while, and his thoughts seemed to drift back to that day in 38 years.

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 dog in peace than a person in troubled times.

Since the foreign devils united and entered the capital, the world began to change. By the 1930s, the entire Chinese land was already desolate and full of gunpowder.

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

Most of the bizarre stories and ghost stories that young and old men have heard since childhood come from troubled times, especially the Republic of China, which is in a major change that has not happened in three thousand years.

The human way is unstable, and the immortal way cannot be stable, under the boundless resentment.

The weird things that appeared during this period are countless.

These stories were just a joke to entertain people at the wine table and chat about history in the peaceful period, but at that time, they were really what the common people experienced.

Life was not easy to live, and with the endless weird things, it was really like a hemp rope breaking at the thinnest point, and bad luck always entangled the poor people.

The suffering of the common people's lives and the future of China are considered by those young people with great wisdom, courage, benevolence and love.

But the affairs of gods and ghosts are imminent, and they can't wait or slow down.

Fortunately, there are strange people who are worried about the world, and they have come out to calm down the weird things that do not belong to the secular world.

Most of them are just ordinary people, and some of them don't even have a proper master, relying on things passed down by word of mouth, or a broken book.

But they risked their lives to fight against the ghosts and monsters, for glory and wealth?

How can there be such a high pursuit? It's just for peace of mind.

This sect is of course no exception. Except for those who are too young and too old, they have to maintain the [Heavenly Court].

The rest are all scattered out, out of the mountains! Quell the rebellion!

But this Celestial Empire is vast and rich in resources, with a large population, more than 10,000 Taoist disciples plus those brave ordinary people in the secular world.

But it is just enough to support and prevent the weirdness from getting bigger.

Finally there is such a day.

All the disciples of the Taoist sect outside received the order of 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 people he was familiar with, familiar names.

As long as he saw those names, those long-dead figures would float in front of his eyes again.

It seemed that they were still there, with a smile, slowly walking towards the deep darkness.

"Dad" Zhang Xiao looked at Zhang Chengdao worriedly.

"It's okay." Zhang Chengdao shook his head and told the story again.

It was a huge monster snake with eight heads, its shadow covering the sky and the sun.

The Heavenly Master gave the order.

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 secret code of Taoism, 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 from the Transformation Dao attack almost filled the entire battlefield.

There were 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 can put incense sticks on behalf of poor people.

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 then 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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