Seeing him asking this, Jiang Wenming felt secretly happy and finally took the bait.
Therefore, he said with difficulty: "Originally, this matter cannot be told outside, but the Taoist Master is the master of this place, and I have nothing to hide.
In fact, there is a formation space in your backyard, which is the real dojo of Zhenyuan Immortal. I just entered it by mistake and had the honor to meet him. "
These words were half true and half false, and Zhen Yuanzi was deceived for a moment.
"What? Are you saying that there is really a Zhenyuan Immortal in our Wuzhuang Temple? Or is it in the back mountain?"
Zhen Yuanzi looked shocked.
"That's right, I had many misunderstandings before and thought that the Taoist Master was the Immortal Zhenyuan. I hope that the Taoist Master will not be weird."
Jiang Wenming pretended to be the wrong person.
"It turns out that there really is a Zhenyuan Immortal. I wonder if my friend can take me to visit him."
"This...I'm afraid it's not good. Immortal Zhenyuan is devoted to the Tao and doesn't like outsiders to disturb me. I'm not sure whether he would like to see you, but if the Taoist master really wants to go, I wouldn't mind taking you to try. .”
Jiang Wenming half-heartedly gave it a try, pretending that he would give it a try just for you.
With this tea art, even if Aphrodite comes, she still has to call her brother.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist. Do we need to take a bath and burn incense before visiting?"
Zhen Yuanzi showed joy.
"That's not necessary. Immortal Zhenyuan is an expert and won't care about these false gifts, as long as there is enough sincerity."
The duck is almost in the pot, how can it let you run away? Chi Zesheng still understands this principle.
Seeing what Jiang Wenming said, Zhen Yuanzi stopped being pretentious, clasped his hands into fists and said, "Fellow Taoist, please!"
Jiang Wenming was not polite and led him directly towards the backyard.
Arriving at the location of the formation, Jiang Wenming raised his hands and shouted: "Junior..."
"come in."
Before Jiang Wenming could finish speaking, a portal emerged from the void, revealing the ginseng fruit tree inside.
Seeing this, Zhen Yuanzi behind him showed shock and greed on his face.
"It's really a ginseng fruit tree. Is this the ginseng fruit that can make people immortal?"
Zhen Yuanzi said that he was going to pick it up.
Jiang Wenming:? ? ?
Ginseng Fruit Town Motoko:? ? ?
Both of them looked confused. This seemed to be different from what they imagined.
Didn't you agree to come visit the immortal?
What does it mean when you pick ginseng fruits when you come up?
Although this book belongs to you!
"Alas! Thousands of years of merit are lost in one day!"
Ginseng Fruit Edition Zhen Yuanzi let out a long sigh and suddenly cursed: "Your uncle, Gonggong, has tricked your Taoist master to death!"
After finishing speaking, Jiang Wenming was stunned and broke away from the ginseng fruit tree and fell into Zhen Yuanzi's hands.
Before Zhen Yuanzi could react, the ginseng fruit turned into a wisp of fresh air and sank into his mouth and nose.
Zhen Yuanzi's body stiffened and he stood blankly on the spot.
After a while.
Zhen Yuanzi slowly turned around, cupped his fists and bowed towards Jiang Wenming.
"Thank you fellow Taoist for saving my life."
"The Great Immortal Zhenyuan can't do anything, it's just a matter of hands."
Jiang Wenming didn't dare to accept his courtesy and quickly stepped aside.
Zhen Yuanzi stood up, his face full of bitterness.
Just like what he said before, ten thousand years of merit are gone in one day.
He never thought that after losing his memory, his body would break so many rules.
The seven emotions and six desires are infinitely magnified, reaching the point where it is difficult to calm down.
If he hadn't returned in time, he probably wouldn't have been able to survive for a few years before he would have completely fallen into the category of evil heretics.
He felt his heart bleed when he thought that the merits he had accumulated over thousands of years of practice were all gone.
Anyway, the merits are all gone, so he doesn’t mind scolding Gonggong for a few words. If possible, he would like to grab the other party’s collar and question him:
"Thirty years, a whole thirty years, do you know how I lived these thirty years?
I turned into a fruit and stayed on the tree for thirty years!
After finally getting out, I found that my home had been stolen!
The most annoying thing is that the person who stole the house was me! "
Seeing Zhen Yuanzi's face looking ugly, Jiang Wenming thought there was something wrong with the integration, so he shouted softly: "Master Zhen Yuan, are you okay?"
"What can happen to me? It's okay. It's good."
Zhen Yuanzi forced a smile.
"It's fine. By the way, do you know where this is? I mean, is there a place called China in this world?"
Jiang Wenming was worried that he would not understand and explained it carefully.
"China? Are you talking about China?"
Zhen Yuanzi looked puzzled.
"China?"
Jiang Wenming was stunned for a moment, then realized that it seemed that the name of this place was different.
"Yes, it's China. Senior, do you know where it is?"
"China has been invaded by evil spirits. Countless native creatures have perished and been invaded by neighboring countries. Only a small number of creatures are still struggling to survive. Judging from the current situation, they may not be able to survive the next battle in the Mythical Arena."
Zhen Yuanzi's words made Jiang Wenming feel like he was struck by lightning.
How can it be?
How could they, China, be so powerful, sink to this level?
"Impossible! We have so many saints in China and countless Daluo Golden Immortals, how could we fall into this situation! I don't believe it!"
This news was so shocking that Jiang Wenming could not accept it and would never accept it.
Yes!
The name must be wrong. They are Huaxia, not China. There must be a mistake!
right! That must be it!
"The Saint has long since left the land of Kyushu and gone to the battlefield outside the territory. Only some Daluo Jinxian and Jinxian remained.
Later, some beings brought back a mythical arena from the front line, saying that it was created by saints to train all beings.
At that time, many creatures participated in it and indeed gained great power.
But one day later, a saint returned and found the mythical arena, saying that he didn't know such a thing existed.
Only then did everyone realize that they had been cheated.
It's just that it's too late, most of the creatures have already entered the arena.
At the moment when the lie was exposed, all the creatures who had entered the arena lost their memory.
Because there were too many creatures and races involved, the saint could not handle it alone, so he had to leave with the mythical arena first.
Counting the one taken away by the saint, there were three arenas in total, and each time there would be a large-scale invasion by evil spirits.
As far as I know, the demons claim that this is their sacred object and have been trying to recover it.
Since it is the enemy's treasure, we definitely cannot give it to them, so every time we see the arena appear, there will be saints going to snatch it.
At first, the saints thought this was a conspiracy of the devil, but after careful inspection, they found that there was nothing wrong with the three arenas themselves, but the rules were very special.
They are like a testing ground. As long as you pass the test, you can quickly improve your strength. Each time you pass a test, it is worth tens of thousands of years of hard work.
But this comes at a cost.
Winners are rewarded, but losers are also punished. "
