As for Huang Xuanzi's own descendants, they are all the same.

I can only practice the conventional Taoist spiritual power.

From this point of view, Huang Xuanzi's own magic power actually has a very weak breath of five-color spiritual power. Therefore, of course, it will be left in the basement murals.

By chance, he had a sense of Fu Yang's soul, allowing him to obtain the inheritance of the Taoist tradition of the Chisong lineage - the five-color spiritual power!

Now, things are almost clear...

Judging from the secret information Huang Xuanzi said, Fu Yang can really be regarded as his uncle!

But there is a person who is older than his grandfather and he always feels a little strange.

On the contrary, after confirming that everything was true, a sharp and domineering light radiated from his eyes, directly shooting at Huang Xuanzi. Then he said, "Okay, we believe you did not lie. If that is the case, does it mean that Fu Yang is called the head of your Chisong Huang Daxian lineage? Everyone under the Huang Daxian Temple must obey his command?"

As a ghost king with a queen character, Weike certainly hopes that his beloved husband has stronger power and greater power!

Especially, deep down, she actually dreamed of trying to restore the Shushan Ghost Sect in this life!

But Weike also knew that Fu Yang's situation was special, and it was very short to enter the supernatural world. Although he was strong, the power was slowly formed step by step, so he didn't care much about it...

But now it's different!

A piece of fat meat ran away by himself and jumped to him. It would be so sorry for God if he didn't eat it.

"I'm so hungry? Boy Fu is lucky. You want to get a big bargain? When you become the owner of Wong Tai Sin Temple, hurry up and mobilize your followers to catch wild catfish for you. It's so delicious. Um."

Mr. Xiong's voice also cooperated with each other.

The guy's hair was wet all over, and he was holding a big fat fish twisting around in his arms. He struggled desperately to get rid of the fat cat's claws. But in the end, it opened its bloody mouth and swallowed it directly into his stomach.

The catfish was more than ten pounds, almost as long as Mr. Xiong himself. I don’t know how this guy swallowed it.

Huang Xuanzi couldn't help but twitch when he saw this scene. This was a gift from a believer with a high status in the Huang Tai Sin Temple, which was stocked in the water tank on the patio outside. Te Meow's one is not a catfish at all, it is a very expensive and rare fish...

"Master Liang, I spent so much time explaining the Taoist traditions of the Chisong lineage to us. I have to worry about it."

Fu Yang said lightly.

He knew that the foreplay was over and that the meat scene should be coming soon?

Sure enough, Huang Xuanzi also smiled faintly: "If Uncle Master is not used to being called Master now, then we can postpone it first. The female Ghost King said just now, since Uncle Master inherited the Taoist throne of Chisong, will he also inherit the position of the head of the Huang Daxian Temple?"

Fu Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the light shone brightly between opening and closing.

Although he has a gentle personality and is relatively less powerful in his work, deep down he finally hides a man's pursuit of strength and strength!

"If there is really a chance to take charge of the Chisong lineage... Even if the opponent's power is very different from the Taoist giants such as Maoshan, Longhushan, and Laoshan. But after all, he is the overlord of one side, especially in South China. It must be of great benefit to me! And Weike must also hope that his husband is a stolen person, right?"

After confirming that this seemingly absurd and fantasy thing was true, Fu Yang's heart also became hot and anticipated.

Huang Xuanzi's eyes swept across everyone one by one, his expression became very serious, and he sat upright.

"My Chisong Huang Daxian lineage has a mysterious origin and a bizarre source! My grandfather has only understood part of the truth through his life. As for where the magic power of the ancestor Chisong Immortal came from, he still doesn't know. It's illusory, like a myth."

"But no matter what, it was his lifelong efforts to make my Huang Daxian Temple sprout on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. Although it is not as good as those thousand-year-old Taoist sects, it should not be underestimated."

"Although the uncle inherited the five-color spiritual power, he is still young after all. Moreover, his cultivation level is astonishing as yours, he still has some gaps in the master who is in charge of the sect."

"So my nephew has two requests. If my uncle can do it, I, Chisong Huang Daxian, and all the forces under my command, respect you as the real leader!"

Fu Yang's pupils suddenly shrank.

It's indeed here!

His expression was as usual and nodded slightly: "Please tell me clearly."

"First. Grandfather Liang Ren'an once lamented to us that there are all kinds of wonders in the world. He has obtained the Taoist throne of Chisong Immortals for more than 1,600 years apart. He became the Sanlu Zhenren from an ordinary farmer overnight. Before obtaining the five-color spiritual power, his master was already the Sanlu Zhenren, and he should be stronger than when his grandfather first obtained the Taoist throne. Second, although Chisong Immortals was the ancestor of the Taoist throne, he was illusory after all, but it was true that my Liang family had run the Huang Daxian Temple for three generations! If the master wants to become the leader, he must at least reach the strength of the Silu Zhenren in the late stage and at the same time gain some of the trust of his disciples. He should show that he is qualified to be in charge of the sect..."

After hearing this, Fu Yang understood!

It turns out that although the "Uncle Master" was intimate, he explained the origin and origin of the Taoist dynasty one by one. But it is impossible to cry and shout and send the family business to you.

Chisong Huang Daxian was a man more than 1,700 years ago, and his origin was strange. Liang Ren'an just inherited the Taoist tradition out of thin air through the generations. He truly promoted the name "Huang Daxian" and created a great foundation in the Lingnan area!

Huang Xuanzi is Liang Ren'an's grandson, and naturally has deep feelings for the Huang Daxian Temple, which has been "hereded" for three generations.

Just like this, according to the deceased grandfather’s “big generation inheritance” and the person with five-color spiritual power by chance, he called out the Liang family’s power over the head of the Wong Tai Sin lineage, which was impossible!

So Fu Yang is now considered a candidate for the head coach at most - of course the advantage is that this candidate is the only one and there are no other competitors...

"Okay, what Master Liang said makes sense, I was speechless. But of course I accept it. After all, it is impossible for pies to fall out of thin air in the sky, right?"

Fu Yang shrugged and said he had no objection to this arrangement.

In fact, this is no different from a pie falling from the sky.

"But how can Master Liang test it? If he is beaten to death, it may not be good, right?" Fu Yang asked.

"The old Taoist also thanked the uncle for his understanding. It is difficult for the old Taoist to let go of the Liang family's foundation. It seems that he is actually obsessed with his heart."

Huang Xuanzi smiled bitterly and shook his head, as if he was a little helpless about his behavior.

"The first test, I hope to have a competition with my uncle. Fighting in the martial arts hurts the feelings, then just fight in words."

Fighting in the martial arts? Fighting in the literary world?

Is there any difference in Taoist fighting?

Fu Yang hasn't heard this statement yet.

Weike next to him explained softly in his ear: "Martial fighting is fighting, to see who is stronger. Wen Dou is competing for precise control of Taoist spiritual power. Fool, if you lose, let the duck that is in your mouth fly, and this queen will be punished tonight! Humph."

Fu Yang was amused and crying.

This Weike has regarded the power of the Chisong lineage as a duck that is in his mouth? Second update)

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!