Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Chapter 111 Heavenly Master Zhang Shouling

"Snapped..."

Another slap on the back of the head.

"Which bastard...

Second Master, haha, I hope it didn't hurt my hand."

Ma Zhongtong had long known that Ma Zhan did not believe in ghosts and gods.

But seeing this kid staring directly at the immortal's golden body and blaspheming the gods, I couldn't help but slap him.

"Zhang Shouling, the Taoist Heavenly Master, exorcises demons and proves his Dao in Shu.

Although I don't expect you to offer sincere worship, but if you disrespect Zhang Tianshi, you will have a hard time when you get to Shuzhong."

After hearing what Ma Zhongtong said, Ma Zhan knelt on the ground without saying anything and without asking for incense.

“…,…,…”

He kowtowed three times in a row, muttering something.

"Master Zhang, you look so familiar to me. It turns out you are the Taoist Patriarch of Mount Longhu.

Do you think I'm sincere in my kowtow? How about I kowtow a few more times..."

The people who were waiting to burn incense in the hall were confused by Ma Zhan's action.

After watching Ma Zhan kowtow with a puzzled look on his face, he couldn't help but laugh at this funny kid.

Some people who were not good enough at cultivating their Qi laughed out loud.

At this moment, Ma Zhongtong just wanted to keep his distance from this silly boy.

'I don't know him. . . '

I don’t have the eyes to see it, I really don’t have the eyes to see it.

After a few breaths, Guoshanfeng couldn't bear it anymore, so he pulled Ma Zhan up and fled from the "nightmare" hall.

Behind the main hall of the ancestral temple, there is a pond overflowing with spiritual energy.

There is a pulpit in the center of the pond, and three circles of pavilions on the water are built around the rockery.

The water in the pond is running water and is connected to a river in the city.

It is said that the second generation of Tianshi of Longhu Mountain left a sacred spring here to express his gratitude to the people of Zibo for building a shrine for Zhang Tianshi.

The spiritual spring continuously gushes out spiritual water, which flows into the river in the city through the spiritual pool.

After drinking the water from the river, the people in northern Zibo can get rid of all diseases and prolong their life.

The lecture platform in the center of Lingquan is where the Taoist immortals practicing in the shrine give lectures.

The three circles of corridors above the spiritual pool were built to facilitate the people to come and listen to Taoist magic.

On the ceiling of the corridor, there are colorful paintings that look lifelike.

There are stories about Zhang Tianshi slaying demons and saving the people, as well as folk legends and slang stories about Zibei Jun and the Three Zibo Prefectures.

After bowing, Ma Zhan wandered in the corridor and couldn't help sighing.

'Immortal's methods, are there really immortals in this world?

If there are immortals in this world, why is the royal power so stable?

Now that many countries have coexisted for more than a hundred years, do immortals play a role?

Why did a warrior like Ma Zhongtong, who dared to challenge "Immortal in heaven, do you dare to take my shot?", respect Zhang Shouling so much?

The most important point is that I have read all of Ma Botong's history books.

In addition to different races, there are even demons causing trouble.

However, the demons that bring disaster to one side will eventually die at the hands of powerful humans or demons.

Since gods exist, why are there only legends about them but no evidence to prove their real existence?

This problem must be solved.'

Ma Zhan temporarily put aside the question of whether immortals existed and looked up to admire the paintings on the ceiling of the corridor.

I watched too many 3D animations produced by AI in my previous life. Now when I look up at these colorful and somewhat abstract pictures, it is almost the same as reading comics when I was a child.

Although they are just some scattered fragments, they are intuitive enough.

Through these clips, Ma Zhan basically concluded that Zhang Tianshi was not ambiguous at all when facing evil spirits.

Zhang Tianshi traveled around the world, clearing out the evil demons, leaving no one alive. It was common for them to be destroyed both physically and spiritually.

As Zhang Tianshi continued to kill monsters and level up, he also learned secret techniques.

Zhang Tianshi felt that dealing with these little ghost generals would not fundamentally solve the problem.

In order to solve the root cause of the evil that demons bring to the world, Zhang Tianshi summoned tens of thousands of immortals with secret methods and went to Qingcheng Mountain in Shu to fight against the six demon ancestors.

This battle was earth-shattering and shook the three realms.

After this battle, Zhang Tianshi recruited eight ghost generals and destroyed the six great demon ancestors.

From then on, all demons were wiped out and there were no more demons causing trouble in the world.

Later, Zhang Tianshi continued to practice Taoism and gradually dissipated his murderous aura.

He passed on a talisman, a sword, and a seal to future generations, and ascended to heaven.

Ma Zhan twisted his sore neck.

'Fortunately, the murderous aura of this Heavenly Master was strong enough to pin these demons to the ground.

If a less decisive Heavenly Master were to replace him, he really wouldn't be able to deal with these demons and monsters.'

The comic strip of Zhang Tianshi does not end when he ascends to heaven.

There are many more stories about Zhang Tianshi appearing in the human world many times.

While Ma Zhan was reading the story, the Taoist priest who was practicing in the ancestral temple came in person and invited Ma Zhongtong to taste the magical tea he made.

This Taoist priest has had a long-standing spiritual connection with Mr. Huolong.

Ma Zhongtong glanced at Ma Zhan who was staring at the ceiling in a daze, and sighed helplessly.

After instructing Shanfeng and Mengyao to keep an eye on him, he left with the Taoist priest.

Ma Zhan was not in a daze at this moment, but he could not move.

Just now, he saw a familiar story.

A young scholar, after passing an imperial examination, realized that he was not cut out for studying, so he started doing business.

To say that they are doing business means carrying goods on a shoulder pole and doing some small business.

One night, on his way home from closing his stall, the scholar met a beautiful woman...

Ma Zhan became interested when he saw the beautiful woman.

'This kind of plot is familiar.

What did this woman turn into? A fox, a snake...

Maybe the author has good painting skills. With just a few strokes, he made the woman in red very eye-catching.

Even Ma Zhan, who had been bombarded with young ladies in short videos in his previous life, almost saluted this two-dimensional painting.

At this moment of distraction, the woman in the painting cast a seductive glance at Ma Zhan...

With a seductive glance from the woman in the painting, Ma Zhan felt as if he was in an unknown space, as if he was sitting in the front row of a giant-screen theater watching a 3D movie.

But this scene is a little too real.

At the entrance of a two-story restaurant, Ma Zhan leaned against the wooden stake under the eaves.

Because the surface of the wooden piles was not painted with tung paint, there were slight cracks.

These cracks seem to record the years of rain and snow in this small town.

People are coming and going on the street, and steamed buns are rising from the hot pot on the street.

After finishing his morning market trip, the old farmer put two buns in his arms, picked up the shoulder pole that still had half a basket of bitter vegetables on it, and walked out of the city.

Judging from the pedestrians' clothing and food preferences, Ma Zhan judged that this was a small northern city.

The atmosphere of daily life has become more lively, and people's lives are more bearable.

Ma Zhan swayed and walked to the bun stall.

Before Ma Zhan could say anything, the stall owner picked up the rolling pin and pointed at Ma Zhan and shouted.

"Psst, if you dare to steal my buns again, I'll beat you to death."

After being scolded for no reason, Ma Zhan's mind was full of questions.

'Is it appropriate for you to greet me like this since I'm new here?

Also, who is Pi San Er?

Taking another look at the bun stall, Ma Zhan was shocked.

'No, I'm only eleven years old and less than 1.5 meters tall.

Now compare this stove, tables, chairs, and the boss holding the rolling pin.

My current height is clearly that of an adult.'