The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 112 Belly Upward
In a silent and dark room.

Song Feng, who had originally closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, suddenly opened his eyes:
"brush!"

Then, he suddenly turned his gaze to the cabinet in the distance.

Look towards the cabinet.

All I saw were the many paper figures that had originally left the well, now standing on the edge of the cabinet, as if they were looking in the direction of Song Feng.

Even the little paper man leading the group turned red from head to toe, as if he had been cut out of red paper.

Seeing this scene, Song Feng nodded gently, and then whispered softly:

“Although the blood of creation can only be produced when yin and yang meet, it does not mean that we cannot take shortcuts.”

"If you forcibly stimulate the blood and energy of a dead person when he is about to be reborn or about to die, you can obtain this strand of good fortune..."

Thinking of this, he saw many paper figures floating quickly from the air and then blending into his back.

Only the man with a red body floated onto the cane, and then fiercely spat out a mouthful of blood:
"Pfft!"

Originally, blood and qi should disperse when they encounter air.

However, when this strand of blood came into contact with the rattan staff, it quickly merged into it and even gradually settled.

As the blood was spit out, the paper man swiftly fell from Song Feng's shoulder and merged into the shadow behind him.

Seeing that the third strand of blood energy had been obtained, Song Feng nodded with satisfaction, and there seemed to be a hint of smile on his face:
"As my cultivation gradually recovers, my luck is slowly becoming more and more prosperous."

"Now, I'm actually worried that the interval between the onset of the evil spirit curse in the God-killing Curse is too long..."

For ordinary practitioners, this divine curse is basically a death curse that will surely kill anyone who falls into it. It is an absolutely vicious spell.

Each time after breaking one of the spells, there would be only a short rest period before entering the next death cycle.

If it were a normal practitioner, even if he could break two or three levels of curse, he would probably have become mentally confused and not far from going astray.

But now the Song Dynasty is different.

He had obtained the blood and energy of good fortune, but the curse of the God-killing Curse did not take effect for a while.

For the moment, there is a lack of a suitable evil ghost soul, which can really be regarded as a violation of the Heavenly Power!

"Forget it, forget it. I won't have to wait much longer. I'll just take my time..."

After sighing for a few words, Song Feng slowly closed his eyes, and this time he really fell asleep.

the next day.

After getting rid of the horse thieves, the villagers in various towns began to gradually resume their normal routines.

However, the three elders and the mayor of the town directly teamed up to book the inn and held buffets every day.

It also attracted quite a few strong men.

However, when the villagers in the villages and towns were relaxed, Uncle Jiu looked at the well of the inn with a serious expression:

"I didn't expect that after just one night of absence, the bandit leader in the well would be so resentful."

"If she continues to accumulate energy, it won't be long before she has the ability to appear in the daytime."

This resentment is really too strong!

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu nodded, and then walked over to Qiu Sheng who was practicing martial arts nearby:
"Qiu Sheng, go find a rope!"

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Qiu Sheng, who was thinking about how to practice his Yin-Yang Flying Flowers Secret Art more proficiently, nodded.

The secret art of Yin-Yang Flying Flowers was broken too easily. Just a few cockroaches broke his spell, and he almost vomited blood.

It was precisely because of this that he decided to practice the secret technique in his spare time so that he could avenge himself the next time he encountered a similar situation.

After all, the secret technique didn't display even a trace of magic and was directly broken by the sorceress.

This is simply a slap in his face!

While thinking, Qiu Sheng took out a rope from the wall next to him, and then came to Uncle Jiu's side:
"Master, what do you need the rope for?"

Looking at Qiu Sheng in front of him, Uncle Jiu showed a strange smile, and then said softly:
"... help you go down the well and fish out the body!"

Looking at Uncle Jiu's weird smile, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but feel a hint of danger for a moment.

Faintly, he felt a chill on his back, as if someone was thinking about him.

"Going into the water to retrieve the body? Me?"

When he said this, Qiu Sheng subconsciously pointed at his nose:
"Master, I really can't do this!"

When he said this, Qiu Sheng looked at Uncle Jiu with an embarrassed expression, looking pitiful:

"Although I also want to help fish the body out, there is a great terror in that well. If I continue with my limited ability, I will definitely be eaten up without leaving any residue."

"But Master, you are different. You are so powerful that no one can rival you. How about you go down and fish the body out, and I'll help you pull the rope from above?"

He knew that his master was petty and would definitely not forget to make things difficult for him.

But he didn't expect that these little shoes would come so quickly, and they would be worn tightly on him in the blink of an eye.

It really fits the image of the master being petty.

Seeing Qiu Sheng bargaining with him, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but snorted coldly:
"It's settled. You go down and fish the body out. I'll help you keep an eye on it from above and support you!"

"Hurry up! Stop talking nonsense and go down the well!"

When he said this, Uncle Jiu didn't even give him a chance to regret. He went straight to the well and tied the rope to the well.

Seeing that the master had tied the rope, Qiu Sheng looked at the well in front of him with a look of resistance, not wanting to move forward at all:

"Master, is it really impossible to discuss this?"

Although he couldn't open his Yin-Yang eyes and his Heavenly Eyes all the time with his Taoism, he had Xiaoyu and a wife. With Xiaoyu's help, he had opened half of his Yin-Yang eyes and could see things between the Yin and Yang worlds.

Just like now.

Even though it was noon and the yang energy was strong, he could still see the green and cool resentment coming out of the well.

This resentment has not been dissipated by the Yang energy during the day, so who knows how terrifying it will be at night?
And now that the resentment can dissipate in the sunlight, wouldn’t it be even more terrifying inside the well?
This is really going to cost him his life!
Seeing Qiu Sheng's face full of resistance, Uncle Jiu threw the other end of the rope into Qiu Sheng's hand and said:
"Hurry up and get down. If you keep struggling, your Yang Qi will decline over time and you won't be as safe as you are now!"

Seeing Uncle Jiu's determined look, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but twitch his lips. Then he held the rope and looked carefully into the well.

"hiss……"

After just one glance, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but take a breath of cold air subconsciously:
"What kind of human suffering is this?"

With such a huge amount of resentment, can he really survive if he goes down there?
More importantly, if he remembered correctly, when he looked at it last night, the corpse seemed to be lying prone:

"Master, this corpse suddenly changed from back to belly, what does this mean?"

Hearing Qiu Sheng's question, Uncle Jiu subconsciously glanced at the well, then spoke softly:
"Belly up, boundless power!"

Although he already knew the resentment in the well after looking at it.

But when he saw the scattered golden swords and the body lying belly up, Uncle Jiu couldn't help feeling helpless.

Why do I always run into these bad things?
Just as Qiu Sheng tied the rope around his waist and stuck the talisman drawn by Uncle Jiu on himself, Song Feng came over in a wheelchair, mumbling:
“…Are you going to bring the body up?”

Seeing the Seventh Uncle coming over, the Ninth Uncle nodded, then looked solemnly at the well in front of him:
"The resentment here is too strong. I'm afraid that if it's delayed for too long, it will cause unnecessary trouble and have some bad effects..."

When he said this, Uncle Nine looked at the old man, Uncle Seven, who was smiling in front of him, with some suspicion:
"…Do you know something?"

Although there was no definite evidence, he seemed to have a vague hunch that this matter was related to the old man, his seventh uncle.

Looking at Uncle Nine who looked inquiring, Song Feng nodded with a smile, and then said softly:
"I do know a little about the identity of the female thief in the well, but are you sure you want to hear it?"

Looking at the old man, Seventh Uncle, who was keeping things a secret, Ninth Uncle nodded:

"Please give me some advice, Uncle Seventh."

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Song Feng nodded, then glanced at the well next to him with a smile and said:

"If I am not mistaken, then the leader of the thieves in this well should be the granddaughter of the old man in the Miaojiang Holy Mountain."

"And you must have heard of the evil spirit disaster at that time. What kind of magic do you think is most likely to be the cause?"

When Uncle Jiu heard that the leader of the bandits was the granddaughter of the high priest of the Miaojiang Holy Mountain, he couldn't help but be stunned.

He really had no way of comparing the high priest with the horse thief in front of him who practiced evil magic.

The gap between the two sides is really too big, and if she has such an elder, why would she go down such an evil path?
But if you think about it carefully, it seems to make some sense.

After all, if it didn't have such a superior identity, how could the Purple-headed Golden-tailed Scorpion be taken away from the Holy Mountain so easily?

However, if the first sentence of Seventh Uncle only surprised him, then the next sentence made him feel shocked:
"You mean... this... this is unlikely?"

There are too many things involved. If this is true, then it involves more than just the Miao area.

He is the most important disciple of Maoshan.

Once something is said, it cannot be changed.

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu's expression suddenly became serious, and then he said seriously:
"Seventh Uncle, you don't have to say anything more. I think this evil spirit is too threatening. It's better not for Qiu Sheng to go down and salvage it."

"I will use the Samadhi True Fire at noon today to disperse this evil spirit directly and never give her the chance to deceive people!"

There are always villains who want to harm me, and the old man had impure intentions and almost fell for it.

Is this something he can ask?

His identity is too sensitive. Some things he does are not enough if not weighed, but they are weighed to the point of weighing a thousand pounds.

The granddaughter of the high priest of what holy mountain?
This was clearly the leader of the horse thieves of the Five Immortals Gang, a sorceress who had practiced some evil ways, and other than this he knew nothing else.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's serious expression, Song Feng couldn't help but look at Uncle Jiu next to him in a teasing manner:

"See, I knew it would be like this..."

Seeing this old man taking advantage of his age and talking nonsense, Uncle Jiu's face darkened:
"Qiu Sheng, untie the rope quickly!"

"Wencai, go get the old cinnabar in the storehouse, and the things I hid in the wooden box!"

After hearing Uncle Jiu's instructions, Qiu Sheng and Wencai quickly moved in the direction of Uncle Jiu's instructions.

Wencai left, but Qiu Sheng, who was packing up the rope, came over curiously:
"Master, why did you suddenly stop listening? What on earth caused this bandit leader to become like this?"

I was listening with great interest just now, how come in the blink of an eye, the master became confused?
Looking at Qiu Sheng's big eyes that revealed clear stupidity, Uncle Jiu knocked him hard on the head:
"What are you listening to, little brat?"

"Wencai has already gone to get the materials, why don't you quickly move the table out and set up the altar here?"

After being hit by Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng held his head and ran to the next room:
"Okay, Master, I'll go right away!"

Seeing that there was no one around, Uncle Jiu spoke softly to Song Feng beside him:
"Seventh Uncle, I don't know what you just said. I didn't hear anything. Please don't mention my name when you speak."

In the world of cultivation, are there any sects that are absolutely righteous or absolutely evil? Some things can be done but not said. If you say them, it will expose the world.

Looking at Uncle Jiu's expression, Song Feng laughed, then pushed his wheelchair to the side of the stone well:
"As the old saying goes, the older you are, the less courageous you are. Jiu, you are not that old, so why are you so timid?"

Looking at the smiling Seventh Uncle, Ninth Uncle didn't know what to say for a moment:

"You are an old man who has nothing to worry about. If you eat well, the whole family will not be hungry. You don't care what will happen."

"But I still have several disciples under me, and the Maoshan foundation is behind me. I don't want to become a heavenly soldier who encircles and suppresses monkeys."

This old guy is so bold that he is only afraid of chaos in the world. Doesn't he know how much chaos it will cause if he makes this matter public?

If I had known he would, I shouldn't have said that!
(End of this chapter)