The middle-aged man's eyes exploded into two masses of blood mist. The two masses of blood mist swirled for a long time before regrouping into brown-black eyes.

He glared at Old Dao Xuan Zhao fiercely: "You are still as naughty as you were when you were young!"

Old Taoist Xuan Zhao grinned.

The middle-aged man glanced at Su Wu again and warned Su Wu: "In the future, don't ask anyone to tell your fortune for nothing. If the other person has a grudge against you, you can do this."

Monk Jianzhen said the same thing as him.

Su Wu nodded, responded to what the middle-aged man said, and said, "Senior, do you know what my destiny is?"

"It's not written in the Daozang." The middle-aged man shook his head, "So I can only tell you that you are born with a fierce seal in your life. If others want to check it, they will be hurt by the fierce seal immediately.

But I can't tell you what your destiny is exactly.

Even if I could make up a rough sketch for you,

You go and look up the classics, but you can't find the corresponding one."

"That's it." Su Wu nodded.

The middle-aged man turned to look at Xuan Zhao and said, "You must have just accepted this disciple not long ago, right? You are still somewhat familiar with the elders of the sect."

"It wasn't long after we dug our senior brother out of the mud. Now he and his senior brother are half-baked, and their rawness is normal.

It will be fine if we get along for a while." Xuan Zhao said with a smile.

"Have you not given the message to him yet?

I haven't sensed the breath of the Three Mountains from him." The middle-aged man jumped out of the grave with a slight jump. He pinched a treasure bottle seal on his hand. Inside the grave, those things were stained red by the dark red liquid.

Silks of red mist suddenly emerged from the soil, and all of them converged into the treasure vase handprint formed on his palm.

The red mist gathers to form an elixir,

He swallowed the pill in one gulp, and his pale face turned a little rosy again.

It looks like a living person. When it is no longer standing upright like before, it makes people think that it is a corpse.

"I haven't preached it yet." The old Taoist priest shook his head, and he and Su Wu jumped out of the grave pit one after another.

There was sadness in his eyes,

I wonder how to convince Su Wu to accept the transmission of the Maoshan shaman?

Are you still worried about whether the current Maoshan Wu Zuting can still conduct normal rituals?

The middle-aged man stood on the mass grave, looked up at the moon in the sky, and continued: "When I was buried, the second junior brother and the third junior sister were as young and powerful as you.

At that time, our Maoshan shamanism was experiencing great prosperity.

So many years have passed,

Junior Brother Xuanzhao, Second Junior Brother, and Third Junior Sister, are they all okay now?

Could it be that the Maoshan witchcraft was once famous all over the world and ranked first among the three mountains?"

"Less than five years after the second senior brother was buried, something went wrong in the cultivation of the talisman body, so the third senior sister and I buried him too.

One year after that, when the third senior sister invited the ancestor once, the uncle had completely transformed into Li Gui. She was infected without noticing for a moment, so I buried her among the ghosts of that uncle.

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As for now,

The Dharma lineage of the Three Mountains shows its decadence.

We, the Maoshan Witch Cult, are the first to bear the brunt -" At this point, Master Xuan Zhao paused, and under the gaze of his senior brother 'Xuan Qing', he continued, "Senior Brother, the founder of our Maoshan Wu Sect has woken up."

Xuan Qing looked horrified when he heard this!

Su Wu raised his eyebrows - what does it mean when 'Zhongzu' woke up?

Who is Zhongzu?
Chapter completed!