Eternal Taoist Patriarch: I Am Pretending to Be the Nascent Soul in the Mo Dharma

[Dihua of all members + dual identities + witty air + cool writing + slap in the face] One hundred thousand years after the end of the Dharma, the spiritual energy is exhausted, the golden elixir is everywhere, and Yuanying is the big boss in the world. Shen Yan, the ancient Taoist ancestor, woke up from a hundred thousand years of slumber. When he explored his cultivation level, he fell from Hunyuan Golden Immortal to the early Yuanying stage. He was heartbroken on the spot. What he didn't know was that this was just a symptom of his own huge cultivation, in order to adapt to the shrinkage of Tao Yun due to the depletion of spiritual energy. Looking around, the old turtle who was casually enlightened back then was already at the peak of his integration. The maid who took the form of a sword could cut mountains and rivers with her hands, and even the dregs of alchemy could be transformed into a ninth-grade elixir. Shen Yan was even more panicked: If his men were so fierce, how terrifying were the ancient monks at the same time? Gou! You must go to death! Since then, there has been an idle monk in Qingniu Town, who spends his days growing vegetables, drinking tea, and chatting with the neighbors, doing no harm to humans or animals. No one knows that this gentle Mr. Shen also has another identity, Mo Chen, who is dressed in black and wearing a silver mask. He is decisive in killing and will destroy the family if he takes action. The Righteous Alliance regards Shen Yan as a hidden master and prepares heavy gifts to invite him to come out to suppress the demon Mo Chen. The various evil sects respected Mo Chen as the god of murder in the world, and offered him a sky-high price to assassinate Mr. Shen of Qingming Mountain. Looking at the generous gifts from both sides, Shen Yan fell into deep thought: Beat yourself, what do you think this is? On the day of the decisive battle between good and evil, the two peak powerhouses fought so hard that they both retreated "severely injured". All the monks in the audience knelt down in shock. No one knew that Shen Yan was rubbing his chest and secretly cursing himself for being too shady. The whole world is deducing the shocking plan of the two big guys. Only Shen Yan squats in the yard every day to plant cabbage, thinking about how to avoid the "ancient monster" hiding in the dark.