Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

"Hey, Huanxuan'yu' sounds like a Taoist priest, isn't it ridiculous?" Du Wei hummed softly from the side.

Hong Honghong's face didn't look very good either. Her eyes when she looked at Du Wei were full of doting, but when she looked at Du Hao, her eyes were full of disdain.

Du Yaqi was confused. She didn't know why Mr. Sheng asked Du Hao, and she didn't know why Du Hao answered with an extra name.

While the rest of the Du family felt that Du Hao's answer was sensational, they also wanted to see Du Hao's jokes.

They wanted to see how angry Du Hao's answer would make Mr. Sheng!

"You have no brains. How can you fool me like this in front of Mr. Sheng?"

"I think he must be kicked out of the ancestral temple today."

"That's not necessarily the case. They might all be removed from the family tree."

Everyone was talking in low voices, but without any surprise, they all reached the ears of Du Hao and Sheng Lao.

If it had been anyone else, Du Hao might not have said that.

But Mr. Sheng in front of him was obviously a monk, so it wouldn't be a big deal if he knew his Taoist name.

"Du Hao... Du Xuan'yu'..."

After hearing his name, Mr. Sheng read it several times, as if he was pondering its charm.

"Xuan'yu'... Xuan'yu'..."

"Haha, okay! What a great name!"

Suddenly, Mr. Sheng laughed loudly, surprising everyone.

He stretched out his hand and patted Du Hao's shoulder gently. Du Hao was startled and wanted to move away, but was already locked by Mr. Sheng's energy and could not avoid the slap.

Snapped!

Although it was a light pat, Du Hao's face showed a look of shock, and even a trace of rosy appeared on his originally pale face!

The old man is helping himself heal!

This kind of healing is extremely overbearing, and it can be regarded as a way of forcibly instilling one's own spiritual energy into Du Hao's body. An ordinary person would definitely be overwhelmed by this spiritual energy.

But Du Hao is different. He has the Void Body Refining Technique and the Thunder Body Minor Accomplishment. He is equivalent to a dry sponge. The spiritual energy he obtains from daily practice only makes the sea surface a little moister. Can't suck enough.

When Mr. Sheng took this shot, Du Hao felt like he was a dried up sponge and someone suddenly poured a basin of water on him, saturating him in an instant!

Not only was his injury healed, but even his own cultivation seemed to be making a breakthrough!

Du Hao was pleasantly surprised by this change. According to his own calculations, it would take at least two months of practice before he could reach the advanced stage of Qi refining.

But now, everything has been advanced!

Mr. Sheng glanced at Du Hao with admiration, felt the surge of Qi in his body, and nodded with a smile.

All this sounds slow, but in fact it only takes a moment.

Before everyone in the Du family could react, Du Hao hugged Mr. Sheng and said, "Thank you, Mr. Sheng!"

He didn't bow, just clasped his fists in salute, but in his eyes, that was enough.

Mr. Sheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "Haha! Okay, okay! Du Hao, come with me to offer incense to our ancestors!"

"Okay." Du Hao nodded, instead of helping Mr. Sheng, he walked side by side with him, looking surprisingly calm.

When the two entered the ancestor's ancestral hall, everyone in the Du family standing outside was stunned.

"Du... Du Hao and Mr. Sheng walked into the ancestral hall side by side?"

"Mr. Sheng asked him to be the first to go in and offer incense to our ancestors?"

"Holy shit! What the hell! Why is this kid suddenly attracted by Mr. Sheng?"

While many people were surprised,

I also feel deeply jealous.

Among the second-generation descendants of the Du family, they know that Elder Sheng is a very special being in the ancestral temple. Being able to be valued by him shows that Du Hao has extraordinary characteristics!

Du Yuming's face was gloomy, and he felt even more angry when he thought that he had just introduced his son and was ignored by Mr. Sheng, but now Mr. Sheng took the initiative to find Du Hao.

He couldn't vent his anger on Mr. Sheng, so he could only vent his anger on Du Yi and Yang Juan.

"Hmph, no matter whether your Du Hao is appreciated by Mr. Sheng or not, the Du family's inheritance must belong to our family!"

Du Wei and Hong Honghong's faces didn't look very good either. Du Wei was very jealous of Du Hao, jealous that he could walk side by side with someone his grandfather would treat with respect.

"I think Mr. Sheng must be an old fool and didn't see through this boy's pretense, so he fell for this boy's tricks!"

Although I felt unhappy, I couldn't express it.

Hong Honghong narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Mr. Sheng and Du Hao who were walking in. She gently patted the back of Du Wei's hand and said comfortingly:

"Weiwei, it's okay. I'm just the first one to go in and offer incense. In my heart, you are my grandson."

Hong Honghong said this in a low voice, but it was particularly comfortable in Du Wei's ears.

"'Milk', 'Milk', what are you talking about? How can I compete with Du Hao for those false reputations? It's enough to offer incense to the ancestors. There is no need to fight for first come, first served." Du Wei said against his will.

After hearing this, the look of approval on Hong Honghong's face became even stronger: "Well, our family Weiwei is still sensible, unlike that boy Du Hao who has no respect for his elders!"

Sun Peng and other juniors also saw that Mr. Sheng was optimistic about Du Hao, but they had no way to influence Mr. Sheng's thoughts. They could only watch helplessly, with jealousy and bitterness constantly emerging in their hearts.

Du Yaqi had a smile on her face. Although she had never heard about Mr. Sheng, she could tell just by observing that the old man's status in the Du family should be high. Du Hao could talk to him like this. , which is also good for Du Hao.

"Haohao has really grown up."

If the one who is most overjoyed should be Du Yi.

Having just seen Du Hao being so unreasonable to Mr. Sheng, Du Yi was very anxious, for fear that Du Hao would offend Mr. Sheng.

But when Mr. Sheng happily brought Du Hao into the ancestral hall later, he couldn't be more excited.

Their third-generation descendants didn’t know, but their second-generation descendants could see it.

They were still young at that time, and they came here with their grandfather, Du Dejiang's father, to worship their ancestors. When they met Mr. Sheng at that time, Mr. Sheng was exactly the same as he is now.

Think about it, it’s been almost thirty years!

In more than thirty years, they have grown from "hairy" boys to what they are now, but Mr. Sheng has not changed at all, how can they not be shocked!

"Haohao is so lucky to be valued by Mr. Sheng!" Du Yi smiled and gently squeezed his wife's catkin.

Although Yang Juan didn't know who Mr. Sheng was, she felt relieved when her husband said this.

…………

It was very cold in the ancestral hall.

There were no electric lights here, and the room was very dimly lit by candles burning on the table.

From time to time, a gust of cold wind blew towards the poor candle, as if it was going to blow it out, but the candle was very tenacious, and it could still burn again even if there were only a few sparks left.

Without Mr. Sheng's permission, no one else can enter the ancestor's ancestral hall for the time being, so now there are only two people in the entire ancestral hall, Du Hao and Mr. Sheng.

Looking at a tall spiritual tower in front of him, Du Hao narrowed his eyes.

The writing on the spiritual tablet of the ancestor of the Du family at the top is very blurry, and it is difficult to tell what is written.

Not just the top one, but all the spiritual tablets on the second, third, and ninth floors seemed to have failed to withstand the test of time, and their writings had disappeared into the dust of history.

Starting from the tenth floor, Du Hao could vaguely see the writing on it.

His eyes swept over these spiritual tablets one by one, and finally he took a stick of incense from the side, lit it, and slowly bowed down.

Kneel three times and bow nine times!

The green smoke is steaming up, adding a bit of haziness to the ancestor's ancestral hall.

Mr. Sheng stood there in silence until Du Hao finished kneeling and then slowly spoke:

"Du Xuan 'Yu', what do you worship?"

Du Hao put his hands behind his back and stared straight ahead, fixed on the spiritual statue on the first floor, without answering Mr. Sheng's words.

Mr. Sheng was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

After a moment, Du Hao said: "The incense is Shengmiao Ambergris, and the wax is Beiming Kunpeng wax..."

When Sheng Lao's pupils shrank, Du Hao continued: "Although these two things are hard to come by in this world, if you are willing, you can still get them in some ancient imperial tombs."

"but……"

Du Hao looked at Mr. Sheng with a half-smile: "Whether it is incense or wax, it is for the living, not the dead."

"Oh? Why do you see it?" Sheng Lao asked, but the interest in his eyes became even stronger under the smile.

"What is used for the dead is basically regular earth incense, and families like the Du family should also use high-quality ancient sandalwood incense."

"As for the wax, if you can 'get' the wax condensed from the body fat of Kunpeng from the North Sea, you must be able to find the shark from the South China Sea, right? That's for the dead."

He said to Mr. Sheng: "Old Mr. Sheng asked me again what I prayed for, so I will answer you now."

He flicked his sleeves and looked surprisingly solemn.

"We monks go against heaven. We don't worship heaven or earth. We only believe in ourselves!"

"The only people in this world that I can worship are my parents and the heroic souls of human martyrs! How can anyone else accept the power of my worship!"

"What I just worshiped is my... destiny in this life!"

At this moment, the aura on Du Hao's body was unprecedentedly powerful. Even the candle lighted by the Beiming Kunpeng wax in front of him was almost extinguished at this moment.

Crack!

There was a thunderbolt in the clear sky outside, and a bolt of thunder flashed past!

Boss Sheng was shocked. He had felt in the illusion before that Du Hao was very different from the martial arts people in the world today, and even very different from him.

But he didn't expect that Du Hao, who was only in the middle stage of Qi refining, could possess such powerful telekinesis!

This telekinesis power seemed to be broken in one blow, but Mr. Sheng knew that if he were to break Du Hao's telekinesis power, it would be impossible to accomplish it!

It is better to say that it is the power of thought. It would be better to say that over time, it will turn into Dao thoughts!

Old Sheng asked himself, although he was much stronger than Du Hao in terms of strength, if he used his own Dao thoughts to defend Du Hao's Dao thoughts, he would be the one who ultimately failed!

In shock, Mr. Sheng trembled and spoke: "Du Xuan 'Yu', who are you...?"

Du Hao looked at him calmly and shook his head lightly:

"My name is... Du Hao."

"One, an ordinary high school student from Nanzhou."