Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1300
On the rostrum, a group of old Taoist priests looked at each other.

John Dufficki's intention was obvious, he wanted to see the magic of the Taoism of China.

"Hey, Dafiki, what do you mean? Do you look down on our Chinese Taoism?"

In the audience, some young Taoist disciples could no longer hold it in any longer, pointing their fingers at John Dafiki and shouting, wanting to rush forward and give him a few ear scratches, so that she could see the power of the hot-blooded youth of the Huaxia Kingdom.

Dafiki shrugged and said with a smile: "I don't know if I should like it or not, because I have never seen it."

With a bang, Zhao Wuya stood up and said, "Fellow Sanqing Taoists, since this foreign Taoist priest is interested, you might as well try some tricks to open their eyes, how about it?"

"Okay, let them see the magic of our Taoism!" The disciples of the Laoshan sect clamored together.

"OK, OK, I'm very willing to see a wonderful performance!" Dafiki was about to succeed, scratching his head happily.

Zhao Wuya ushered in the host, bowed his head to everyone, and said: "Fellow Taoists, the hall does not receive the energy of heaven and earth, so it is not suitable for practicing. Please move into the courtyard and show your skills. How about it?"

Ding Ermiao shook his head secretly. He was living his age like a dog.This is the territory of Longhu Mountain. Is it your turn, Zhao Wuya, to give orders?
Sure enough, Rosie next to her curled her lips and whispered: "Dese!"

Bu Xiaoyao and Li Zhihua on the stage were also unhappy and deliberately kept silent to embarrass Zhao Wuya.

One of them is the master of Zhengyi Temple, and the other is the master of Shangqing Palace. They are the largest here and represent the lineage of Longhu Mountain.They didn't speak, and the guests in the audience naturally didn't move either.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Zhao Wuya's face turned red. He turned to Bu Xiaoyao and Zhao Zhihua and said, "Two Taoist priests, this is just my suggestion. I leave it to your hosts to decide on the specific arrangements."

"Hahaha... Okay, as Taoist Master Zhao said, let's go to the courtyard and see the snow scene." Bu Xiaoyao and Zhao Zhihua looked at each other, each stood up, flicked their whisks, and walked towards the middle courtyard.

Li Qingdong and others followed closely and filed out.

Then, everyone swarmed out and rushed to the middle courtyard to see what methods they used to convince Pastor John Dufficki.

Luo Qian, Ding Ermiao and others walked at the end.When he went out, he found Bu Xiaoyao waiting for Rosie by the door.

"Miss Luo, if we all want to perform some tricks, please remove the restrictions here so that everyone can let go." Bu Xiaoyao said in a low voice.

"Of course I know, Taoist priest, just make arrangements." Rosie smiled, turned around and walked towards the front hall.

As a Taoist powerhouse, Longhu Mountain, needless to say, must have strong restrictions.

As long as the restrictions are not lifted, no one can pretend to be a ghost here.As a descendant of the Heavenly Master, Luo Qian has these restrictions in her hands.

The middle courtyard is vast in area, with the Yuan altar in the middle.

Bu Xiaoyao ordered the young Taoist priests to clear the snow and clear a large open space between the Yuan Tan and the Bell and Drum Tower.

The guests attending the meeting lined up under the eaves of the Drum Tower to watch the practice.

John Dafiki and other foreigners were all excited and stretched out their necks to wait.The same goes for other reporters.

But Bu Xiaoyao made a rule for reporters: they were only allowed to watch, not take pictures!
In fact, Taoist disciples from various sects are also very excited.Because although the Taoist teachings of various sects all belong to the Sanqing sect, after thousands of years of reproduction, they have become very different and each has its own strengths.This kind of observation is eye-opening for everyone.

After a while, Luo Qian turned back from the front hall and nodded to Bu Xiaoyao.

Bu Xiaoyao knew that the restriction had been lifted, so he bowed his head to everyone and said: "Dear fellow immortals, the restriction in the temple has been lifted. I wonder which Taoist group is willing to go on stage first and show off their skills?"

Everyone looked at each other, no one came forward.After all, it takes courage to be the first to play.

John Dufficki became anxious and shouted: "Don't be in a daze, everyone, just perform whatever you want."

Zhao Wuya's expression changed, and he was about to let his apprentice go on stage when he heard a thin and wretched old man walking into the field with a three-foot whisk in his hand amid loud laughter.

"Haha, since everyone doesn't show their real faces, the poor Taoist will come to play first, which can be considered as a way to attract others." The old Taoist held up his chest with one hand and saluted everyone.

Ding Ermiao, Wu Zhanzhan and others stood under the eaves of the southwest corner of the Drum Tower, looking at the old Taoist attentively.

He was about seventy years old, with three long beards, a thin figure, a stooped back, a sharp mouth, a monkey's cheeks, and a sly eyebrow. However, he was wearing a Taoist robe that was not too big or too big, which made him look a bit funny.

Bu Xiaoyao looked happy, and introduced to everyone, saying: "This is the master of the Tianyi Temple of the Yushan School, Taoist Master Huang Chao, known as Huang Banxian, who calls the wind and rain, has great Taoism, and is quite famous in the world."

With a pop, Wan Shugao hid in the crowd and laughed in a low voice: "Why not call him Wong Tai Sin? His small eyes and nose look very similar to Wong Tai Sin's appearance."

"Shut up, he is a Taoist senior, what qualifications do you have to bury him? Be more solemn!" Ding Ermiao stared.

In public places, Wan Shugao, as a disciple of Maoshan, would harm others like this, after all, it would be against the style of a big sect.People are ugly, but they don’t do it on purpose!
"Hahahaha... It's all my friends who are flattering me and putting money on my face, but I have no ability." Huang Chao laughed dryly and glared in Wan Shugao's direction.

Obviously, this old guy has very good ears and heard what Wan Shugao just said.

John Dufficki was a little impatient and yelled at Huang Banxian: "Old man, what are you going to perform? Can you hurry up?"

"Okay, okay!" Huang Banxian smiled, looked at Dafiki and said, "It's snowing heavily today. There are wine, vegetables and tea in Longhu Mountain, but there is no fruit. How about I get some fruit for everyone?"

"Fruit?" Pastor Dafiki was stunned, and then said: "It's okay, but you have to be faster."

"okay……!"

Huang Chao agreed, then suddenly turned around and slid the whisk from his right hand to his left palm. In his left hand, there was already a three-legged copper incense burner as big as a fist. The incense burner was filled with white rice.

"Magician? Good, good!" Dafiki was overjoyed and applauded.

Huang Chao held the incense burner in his hand, stepped back seven or eight steps, put it down in the snow-free open space, then walked around the incense burner, suddenly stepped back more than ten feet, waved his hand, and shouted: "A stick of fresh incense stick In the furnace, the three pure Tao Qi penetrate the ninth level!"

I saw a piece of incense stick as thick as a chopstick, flying slowly into the sky from Huang Chao's wide sleeves, and suddenly plunged it down, without leaning to one side, and inserted it firmly into the incense burner.

The incense stick has been lit, and the smoke is slowly floating into the sky.

"What a trick!" Everyone cheered in unison.

Dafiki was dumbfounded, gave a thumbs up, and said repeatedly: "Amazing, OK, OK!"

(End of this chapter)