The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 304: Fisherman Shi Zhixuan, a battle of psychic powers
Xu Ziling's journey has just begun. He did not deliberately look for people from the Demon Sect. Zuo Youxian was an exception, but in a sense, it was more like the cause and effect entangled by the protagonist.

Even if he does nothing, these people and things will come to him automatically.

Not to mention that he is now a Taoist disciple, representing Taoism throughout the world. All forces dare not ignore him, whether it is courtesy and cooperation, or hostile calculations, his position means that his path will not be smooth.

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On Mount Zhongnan, Taoist Qi Hui pushed open the door and was stunned. The room was empty. He walked in and saw a piece of paper on the desk with only three words on it, "I'm leaving."

He raised his brows and said, "Now that Fellow Daoist Su has left, he has become a hands-off boss. The cooperation with the Song family has fallen on my shoulders." There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, but he was actually secretly relieved.

Even though Su Ming kept saying that he was from a small Taoist family, he did not know the other party's background, especially his powerful martial arts as a grandmaster, which was a heavy burden on their heads. With him around, the Taoist alliance was as stable as a rock, but it also attracted fear and threats from many sides.

As long as he is there, the Taoist Alliance must be bound to the Song Clan. He has decided to join the Song Clan and discuss cooperation with them, but because of Su Ming's existence, he has to take the other party into consideration and make concessions.

Now that he's gone, I can talk openly and without any pressure.

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Chengdu Prefecture.

In the backyard of the governor's residence, the sound of "clang clang" of iron hammering continued to be heard. Inside the room, a middle-aged man in a short shirt was swinging a sledgehammer, hitting the red-hot iron. Each blow was full of force, neither light nor heavy, just enough to forge out the impurities in the iron.

After a while, the ironware gradually took shape, like a rough draft of a knife. He reached out and picked it up, then put it in the pool beside him to quench the iron.

At this time, someone pushed open the door and walked in, holding a letter in one hand, and said excitedly, "Master, Louguan Dao sent someone to deliver a message, wanting to cooperate with us."

Song Que didn't even turn his head, staring at the rough piece in the water, "Brother Lu, you should come forward and negotiate this matter."

"Brother, why don't you show up?" Song Lu was stunned.

"No need, this will definitely be accomplished, but the conditions still need to be negotiated." Song Que shook his head, his face was very calm, and he did not feel very happy. Ever since he knew that Su Ming killed Ning Daoqi on Mount Zhongnan, he understood that there would be no obstacles to the Taoist merger.

The world is now in chaos and divided. Without the support of a strong political power, Buddhism cannot stop it at all. What happened to Tao Hongjing will never happen again. As long as Su Ming is alive, Taoism can only cooperate with the Song clan.

It's not only because of Su Ming's identity, but also because of Xu Ziling, the Taoist disciple. He possesses the secret of immortality and has reached the level of a grandmaster after only three years of martial arts training. And he is not even twenty years old yet. With such a brilliant talent, as long as nothing goes wrong, he will inevitably become a grandmaster in the future. Anyone who is not stupid understands what this means.

"The military advisor is a martial arts expert. People in Chengdu have been talking about this matter these days. Fortunately, he came to our Song family." Song Lu touched his white beard, feeling extremely fortunate.

"When this sword is forged, ask Xiao Zhong to come over. If there is nothing important in the next few days, don't alarm me."

When Song Lu heard the word "Xiao Zhong", a young man with eyes as sharp as swords appeared in his eyes. His eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. Even an old veteran like him felt trembling when facing him.

"Okay, big brother, I'll go down first."

At the same time, in the southwest of Shu.

Kou Zhong stood on a mountain peak, his clothes stained with blood.

His thick eyebrows were tightly knitted, as if hiding endless determination and strength, his eyes beneath his sword-like eyebrows were deep and firm, and he had a kingly demeanor when he stood there. His long hair fluttered in the wind, giving him a sense of casualness and uninhibitedness.

"Young Marshal, the cleanup is complete and everyone in the village has been killed." A bald soldier came up to report.

"Close the team!"

Kou Zhong smiled and waved his hand.

"As ordered!"

He turned around, with his cloak flying behind him, and every movement he made naturally revealed an aura of majesty without even being angry. It was a deep and restrained arrogance, and a murderous aura that had enabled him to kill countless people.

Shu is such a vast land. Since Yang Guang ascended the throne, the people have been living in misery. Bandits are rampant in Shu, occupying the hilltops and causing trouble. He was ordered to suppress the bandits, and he killed many people, with his long sword in his hand killing countless souls.

It was also during the process of suppressing bandits that he witnessed the ultimate evil and true cruelty. His boiling blood gradually became restrained, and his martial arts also improved by leaps and bounds, reaching the peak of the acquired realm, and he was only one step away from becoming an innate master.

In his peaceful daily life, he is like a giant beast lurking beneath the calm lake, ready to erupt with earth-shaking power at any time.

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Chang'an, the undisputed center of Guanzhong, has witnessed the rise and fall of many dynasties since the Qin and Han Dynasties and has experienced the vicissitudes of time.

The city walls were tall and majestic, and every brick and tile told of the past glory and vicissitudes. On the walls, soldiers were dressed in iron armor, with solemn expressions and holding spears. Their eyes were as sharp as hawks, and they were vigilantly patrolling the surroundings. It was obvious at a glance that they were the elite of the army.

The north wind is cold and the rain is drizzling.

On the Wei River, ships come and go, carrying merchants, fishermen, and even scholars and beauties enjoying the rainy scene.

On the river bank, there was a monk in gray clothes holding a fishing rod. Whenever someone passed by and saw him, they would greet him with a smile, "Great and holy monk, did you catch any fish today?"

But the monk named Dade just shook his head and said nothing more.

There was also cheerful laughter on the boats on both sides of the strait, and the atmosphere was harmonious. Everyone knew that there was an eminent monk outside Chang'an City who loved fishing, but often could not catch any fish. The people of Chang'an talked about it with relish and it became a topic of conversation before and after meals.

The rain was getting heavier, the sky and the earth were hazy, there were fewer and fewer boats on the Wei River, and only the sound of continuous rain echoed in my ears.

Suddenly, the great man who was staring at the fishing rod looked up suddenly and saw a black dot on the horizon. The next moment, it slowly grew larger and arrived at the river bank in a few breaths.

This is a master! Dade thought to himself, with a strong sense of vigilance rising in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm.

"My name is Su Ming. I have come here uninvited. Should I call you the Great Saint Monk, or the Evil King Shi Zhixuan?"

In an instant, the monk by the river narrowed his eyes and smiled for no apparent reason, "I am overjoyed to have guests coming from afar."

Don't admit it? Interesting!
Su Ming heard murderous intent in this steady voice. He raised his eyebrows and reached out his hand. The fishing rod beside Shi Zhixuan fell into his hand. He sat down on the other side of the river and swung the rod straight ahead without even putting up any bait.

Raindrops fell from the sky, but before they landed on him, they were bounced off by the invisible air shield covering his entire body. He sat in the rain without getting wet at all. The same was true for Shi Zhixuan on the other side. The raindrops fell on his body and flowed down the river, but not a single drop of rain soaked into his body. As he dropped the pole, a silent contest began.

Strands of true energy hang down along the fishing line, spreading and stretching like a spirit snake, splitting into two, two into four... interweaving into a dense fine net, constantly searching underwater.

found it!
Under the calm river water, a fishing hook without bait was swaying with the water flow. At this moment, the hook seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and the fish float on the water surface moved.

The other party knew his identity but did not attack directly. Instead, he used this roundabout method. He was happy to accompany him and find out the other party's background. With a thought, his true energy flowed along the fishing line into the water.

The soft fishing line instantly straightened, like a sharp sword cutting through all directions underwater, accurately piercing the water flow and tearing apart the Qi network created by Su Ming.

Although both sides seemed calm, they were actually competing in their mental powers and control over their true energy.

When Su Ming's true energy entered the river, it continued to grow with the help of the water vapor, interweaving into a fine net, which he used to test the other party. He knew that Shi Zhixuan would play this trick with him.

Under the calm river surface, two fishing lines were entangled with each other, stretched straight, and made sounds in the water. One sword move after another was performed through the fishing lines, with unpredictable changes.

The fishing hooks collided back and forth, and soon the calm river surface was splashed with water. Shi Zhixuan looked calm, neither happy nor sad, as if he was just fishing.

Unconsciously, they all closed their eyes, and invisible spiritual forces began to collide with their bodies as the center.

They did not open their eyes, but they saw each other's figures in their "sight". Su Ming still looked the same as before, but Shi Zhixuan was no longer the bald monk. He was a handsome middle-aged man with extraordinary appearance. His black temples had a little gray, and his eyes were lively, like a suave young man from a noble family.

But he is filled with two completely different and opposite emotions. One is weird and domineering, full of ambition; the other is crazy and brutal, as if he wants to destroy everything.

These are two emotions that should not appear at the same time, but they appeared in him in a contradictory way.

A powerful spiritual force surged around him, sometimes sinister and fierce, sometimes compassionate and masculine, and sometimes peaceful and gentle, unpredictable, constantly attacking Su Ming.

Su Ming's spiritual power was like a sword buried in the ground. Only a little bit of the hilt was exposed, but it was already imposing, like a green pine standing tall.

No matter how Shi Zhixuan attacked, Su Ming's Jingzhe sword intent was in his heart, cutting off all distracting thoughts. Then, Shi Zhixuan seemed to be in the mood, and the impact waves of his mental power became higher and higher, and even transformed into a magical property of cold with heat and heat with cold.

However, after the first two rounds of confrontation, the two sides' spiritual powers were locked together and confronted each other unconsciously.

Under the traction of the Qi, Su Ming's Jingzhe sword intent erupted again, like a sword stuck in the ground being slowly pulled out, his mental power became more and more powerful, like a solid wall of steel.

At this time, Shi Zhixuan's spiritual power changed again, sometimes with devilish aura, sometimes with Buddha's light, sometimes with righteousness, sometimes with cold and sinister...

The two sides are like a chess match, a general meeting a good talent. Shi Zhixuan changes in a thousand ways and evolves endlessly, while Su Ming guards the spiritual platform tightly. No matter how unpredictable you are, I will just remain consistent.

As expected of the former evil king, he almost mastered the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Demonism and turned into a demon. He was the leader of the Butian Pavilion, the number one assassin in the world, and the evil king who dominated the world for a time.

He transformed himself into a Buddha and was a great and holy monk famous in Chang'an, with profound knowledge of Buddhism.

Transformed into a Confucian scholar, he was a Confucian scholar who managed the Western Regions and stirred up the world with his strategies.

One is moving, the other is still.

The clash of their spiritual powers was like a fight at the level of primordial spirits, a collision of Taos. Shi Zhixuan was certainly a great man with great talent, but Su Ming had died countless times under Ren Piaomiao's Time and Space Reflection Sword. He had experienced the transformation of life and death, and his spiritual will had been constantly transformed, and he had realized his own sword intent.

It can even be said that Su Ming's entire level of martial arts skills were honed over time.

Change and constancy formed an opposition at this time.

However, as the Qi and spiritual lock between the two sides became deeper and deeper, they could not help but stimulate their own Dao hearts. Shi Zhixuan's chaotic mental state gradually tended to be calm after constant collisions, and Su Ming's Jingzhe sword intent was fully unleashed and began to slowly change.

They immersed themselves in it, enjoying this sudden yet rare "battle".

This is an indescribable strange feeling. Deep in the two people's hearts, the projection vision that appears as a perfect blend of their true natures is completely different.

This is due to the fact that the two of them comprehended a corner of the universe, the earth, and man, and each of them gained a piece of the way, which was deeply imprinted in their minds and formed their own unique "Tao".

The changes in Shi Zhixuan's spiritual powers are rooted in Confucianism, Buddhism and magic. He has a complete and constantly circulating spiritual core, which is his unchanging nature.

What remains unchanged in Su Ming is the Jingzhe sword intent he gained after experiencing countless "deaths", while his change comes from the endless Piaomiao sword technique.

The two formed an opposing yet unified complement. However, just as they were immersed in it, Shi Zhixuan showed a painful expression on his face, and his mental power instantly became disordered, like a tangled mess with no order.

Sensing something was wrong, Su Ming's spiritual power instantly shrank and condensed into his own sword intent to protect his spiritual clarity. He opened his eyes and saw Shi Zhixuan on the other side of the river spitting out blood.

The bright red blood fell on the river surface and merged into the water. Shi Zhixuan's momentum weakened a lot at once, and his momentary mental disorder caused the fragile fishing line to break.

"You are sick, you need treatment!"

Su Ming slowly uttered five words. The next moment, the rain within a three-meter radius centered on him suddenly collapsed into water mist. In the river, the densely packed silk nets seemed to have solidified into substance. The fish in the silk nets were jumping around and struggling constantly.

But although this silk net looks thin, it is extremely flexible and the fish cannot escape.

The net suddenly collapsed and exploded. The fish in the net were stunned and fell into the water with a plop, belly up.

Then, Su Ming laughed and swung the bamboo pole with his clever strength, and pulled a half-foot-long fresh carp out of the water and put it into the fish basket.

Shi Zhixuan's eyes flashed, and he sighed: "Mr. Su is good at fishing!"

Su Ming took off the fishing hook, held the struggling carp in his hand, and said with a smile, "The fish has taken the bait, great and holy monk, haven't you been waiting for your fish for a long time?" As he said that, he raised his hand and threw the fish back into the water.

Shi Zhixuan did not bother to be polite and hypocritical any more, and asked directly, "Jade Taoist Su Ming, what do you want from me?"

Through the mental confrontation just now, he roughly understood what kind of person the other party was, so he simply tore off his disguise.

Su Ming just smiled and said, "I can cure you!"

(End of this chapter)