"System, lower the time flow in the Heavenly Realm."
In the back hall of the small Taoist temple, Zhou Zhao's figure suddenly appeared. Immediately after, Zhou Zhao muttered to the system.
"Ding! Already adjusted!"
The system's cold mechanical voice rang out in Zhou Zhao's mind.
Only then did Zhou Zhao heave a sigh of relief. In this way, when he wanted to enter the Heavenly World in the future, it would not be a sudden change. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years would have passed.
At that time, if he went back, it would only be equivalent to disappearing for a period of time.
As he pondered, Zhou Zhao had already walked to the front door of the Daoist temple. He casually opened the door of the Daoist temple. A gentle breeze blew, causing Zhou Zhao's clothes to flutter.
Zhou Zhao had stayed in the Heavenly Realm for ten days, but he had only disappeared from the Great Tang Realm for ten minutes. However, in the ten minutes that Zhou Zhao had disappeared, he had swept away many enemies and forcefully killed his way to the title of an emperor slaying Daoist.
Such a strong contrast really made people feel a little absent-minded.
Zhou Zhao had been cultivating diligently during this period of time. Now that he had returned to the world of the Great Tang, he could not help but feel a bit more relaxed. He immediately went to a large tree not far from the Daoist temple to enjoy the shade. There was also a lounge chair left behind by the craftsmen last time. Zhou Zhao immediately lay down on it, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
When Zhou Zhao woke up again, the full moon was already hanging high in the mountains, and the moonlight enveloped the entire mountain like a veil. Zhou Zhao casually ate something to fill his stomach, then sat down cross-legged on the large bluestone under the tree and began to cultivate.
At this moment, in Zhou Zhao's meridians, dense purple qi was rolling and flowing. As Zhou Zhao breathed and exhaled, the circulation speed increased greatly. At the same time, there was also a little bit of new qi being added. The strengthening was visible to the naked eye. Watching himself slowly transform, this feeling was really wonderful and intoxicating.
The mountain wind whistled, and the lush trees swayed. Under the tree, a Daoist wearing a blue Daoist robe, with his hair tied up and his skin sparkling, sat cross-legged. As he breathed, a hazy purple qi spread, mysterious and otherworldly.
As Zhou Zhao cultivated silently, the night passed very quickly. When Zhou Zhao opened his eyes, the full moon in the sky had already disappeared. The world was bright, and smoke curled up from the chimneys at the foot of the mountain. The villagers had been working for a long time.
"Little Taoist, little Taoist ~"
Just as Zhou Zhao finished his cultivation, a young man with a simple and honest face ran up from a small path not far away. He was wearing a gray short jacket and was sweating profusely. As he ran, he shouted at the Taoist temple.
"Brother Qi, what's the matter?"
When Zhou Zhao saw this young and strong man, he could not help but frown slightly and ask gently.
The Taoists of the Purple Cloud Monastery had always known a little about the art of Qihuang, so the villagers usually came to ask for help or to give gifts to the Taoist temple.
Ever since the young Taoist priest's master returned to the west on a crane, the tacit cooperation between the Taoist temple and the villagers was naturally taken over by the young Taoist priest. Unfortunately, the little Daoist priest also died later, and now it was Zhou Zhao's turn to replace his predecessor in treating the sick and saving people.
The young man in front of him was called Qi Ba, Old Qi's son. He had come in a hurry, obviously for some urgent matter.
"Little Taoist priest, something big has happened. Chen Yun and her daughter have been bitten by a poisonous snake. They're about to die.”
Qi Ba's face was filled with anxiety as he gestured frantically.
"Where is he?"
Zhou Zhao hurriedly walked into the Taoist temple, picked up the medicine box, and walked down the mountain. At the same time, he asked as he walked.
As the saying goes, saving a person is like putting out a fire. Zhou Zhao was prepared to rush over after asking where he was, but before Qi Ba could say anything, a group of villagers anxiously carried two stretchers over. When they saw Zhou Zhao, they hurriedly waved their hands and shouted,"Little Taoist priest, here, here!"
"Little Taoist priest, quickly see if there's any cure!”
"This mother and daughter have a hard life. They wanted to pick some medicine to sell in the morning, but they didn't expect to encounter a poisonous snake.!”
The surrounding villagers were both men and women. When they saw Zhou Zhao, they were instantly delighted.
Zhou Zhao first looked at the girl, only to see that the little girl was about fourteen or fifteen years old. She was thin and small, and her facial features were regular, but her skin was slightly dark. At this time, her eyes were also closed, and she had fainted. Her breathing was still stable.
On the other side, the woman named Chen Yun was dressed in coarse linen clothes. Due to years of fatigue, she was not even forty years old. Her black hair was already mixed with some silver strands, and her face was haggard. At this moment, her eyes were closed, and black gas could be seen on her forehead. She was almost breathless.
"This…"
Zhou Zhao's expression changed slightly.
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