In fact, according to the "personality" given by the Lord God, this incarnation is indeed a young man who is only thirty-three years old, but he is just a genius.

This feeling is very wonderful. It is obviously not something I have done, but carefully replaying the "memory" given by the Lord God is indeed made by him.

This is a powerful force involving a deeper field, perhaps exceeding the seven-star level.

While experiencing the "personality" given by the Lord, Lin Zhengyang walked into the spacious and bright main hall.

Zhang Ming was drinking millet porridge, just a small plate of pickles.

Seeing the master coming in, he hurriedly swallowed a boiled egg, drank all the rice porridge, took out the tissue from the table and wiped his mouth, and then asked him eagerly.

"Master, is it a letter from the school?"

Lin Zhengyang had already mentioned this to him yesterday, and the little boy was looking forward to it.

In fact, he was already looking forward to entering this magic school when he taught him London English three years ago.

There are no magic schools in China, only various schools, and they inherit Taoism through their sects.

The famous ones are the Three Mountains Talismans, namely Shangqing Sect, Zhengyidao, Quanzhen Sect, and these three schools include Sanfeng, Emei, Wenshi, Qingwei, Jingming, Hunyuan, Luzu... and other factions.

There are currently 86 Taoist sects that have inherited the genealogy.

"When did the master not do what he promised?"
Chapter completed!