The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 128: Shadows in the Water
Looking at the stunned Qiu Sheng, Song Feng smiled gently, looking very natural:
"…How about it? Do you want to learn?"

Hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng was shocked at first, and then he suddenly felt a desire to study.

However, when he wanted to speak, he suddenly remembered what his uncle had said.

Then he looked bitter and spoke with great determination, word by word:
“…I’d better not learn it!”

Although Seventh Uncle always has good things on him, he has mysterious powers and possesses a background that ordinary people can't imagine.

But as Uncle Nine said, Uncle Seven's magic is too dangerous, and he hasn't yet fully practiced the Yin-Yang Concentric Technique with his little arms and legs.

Let's wait until his legs get thicker.

After hearing what Qiu Sheng said, Song Feng smiled slightly, and then directed many paper figures to carry the mandrill into the dense forest in the distance:
"Then let's talk about it later..."

When he said this, he glanced towards the corner of the wall next to him, and there seemed to be a hint of smile in his eyes.

As he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu suddenly walked out from the dark corner and patted Qiu Sheng on the shoulder:

"…At least you have some brains!"

When he said this, Uncle Nine looked at Uncle Seven who was sitting in the wheelchair with a serious face, and then said in a deep voice:
"Seventh Uncle, although your art of making paper figures is unpredictable, it is not the right way after all. I hope you don't lead Qiu Sheng astray!"

Originally, he just wanted to teach Qiu Sheng a lesson and had no intention of leaving him here alone to carry the corpse.

Who would have thought that as soon as he turned around, he saw Seventh Uncle's mysterious paper figurine technique and heard Seventh Uncle's words to seduce Qiu Sheng.

Originally, he actually wanted to come out to stop it. After all, based on his understanding of Qiu Sheng, this little bastard would definitely not be able to resist the temptation.

But who would have thought that this kid would actually be a little beyond his expectations.

Since he didn't even bother to learn such mysterious magic from his seventh uncle, it seemed that he really took my advice to heart.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's serious and arrogant look, Song Feng smiled lightly, and then said slowly:
"Don't worry, Jiu. Qiu Sheng is my descendant after all. How could I harm him?"

"This magic is ultimately unorthodox. It's fine to learn from it, but it can't be cultivated into a great way..."

As soon as the words fell, a bunch of palm-sized paper figures were seen quickly lifting the body of the Mandrill King from the trap.

Then, in full view of everyone, they carried the body of the Mandrill King into the forest.

In other words, they knew that it was the magic cast by their seventh uncle, otherwise, they would really be scared if they encountered this thing at night.

Listening to what Uncle Seven said, and looking at the faint smile on the old man's face, Uncle Nine nodded slowly:
“So best!”

Although the old man, Seventh Uncle, has lived here for a long time, the two sides can be said to have reached a certain level of tacit understanding.

But Uncle Jiu also knows that this old guy does both good and evil things. Who knows if he will suddenly have a brain attack and do something big again one day?

After Qiu Sheng ruthlessly rejected his seventh uncle's proposal, he found that his ninth uncle actually praised him.

This really made him very happy.

After all, because most of what they did was unreliable, Uncle Jiu would either beat them or scold them, and he would scold them a lot, and it was rare for him to praise him so seriously:
"Hey Hey……"

Seeing Qiu Sheng laughing there, Uncle Jiu gently tapped his forehead and then led him to Zhegu's courtyard:
"Since your seventh uncle has already helped you clean up, come back with me and rest."

"It's getting late today. We still have to go up the mountain to look for Feng Shui trees tomorrow. We can't waste any time."

After saying this, Uncle Jiu took a deep look at the dense forest in the distance, then put his hands behind his back and walked away.

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words and watching his departing figure, Qiu Sheng smiled at Uncle Qi, then hurriedly followed his master and said:

"Thank you, Uncle Seven..."

Seeing Qiu Sheng had been taken away by Uncle Jiu, and the Gaoshan Town was so quiet at night, Song Feng chuckled a few times:
"Ajiu still understands me very well..."

As soon as he finished speaking, two little paper figures quickly jumped out from the shadow under the moon.

Then, the two paper figures ran to the left and right sides of the wheelchair, and then quickly pushed the wheelchair:

"Gululu..."

The wheelchair continued to move forward, pushed by the paper man.

Not only fast, but also stable.

Song Feng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, only needed to gently hold the cane in his hand to move at ease without having to use his own strength:
"As my magic power gradually recovers, my daily life has become much more convenient. Unfortunately, it is just an unorthodox technique after all..."

As he slowly moved forward in the wheelchair, Song Feng couldn't help but sigh softly.

Although the unorthodox techniques he displayed were strange and mysterious due to his practice in Taoism, they were not the great Tao after all.

As long as he fails to achieve the state of refining the spirit and returning to the void to become an immortal, the unorthodox techniques in his hands are just unorthodox.

Keep going.

Pushed by the two little paper men, his wheelchair continued to move forward on the road and soon arrived deep in the woods.

Looking deeper into the woods.

Only a dozen mandrills were seen, blurred by the explosion, and now placed in the middle of the woods.

The placement of these mandrills is very particular, either left or right, front or back, up or down.

Some of them bowed and knelt, some howled to the sky, some were half lying on their backs like sleeping arhats, and some were lying cross-legged like Buddha.

Although these mandrills were covered in blood and looked very miserable.

However, when these dozen or so mandrills were placed in specific positions and postures, there was a strange sense of solemnity.

The trees on the left and right were each shaved half way.

The branches of trees in all directions, east, west, south and north were quickly trimmed by paper men.

The remaining half of the tree branches swayed in the wind in all directions, looking like one huge flag after another.

It's right in the middle of all the mandrills.

The mandrill king, who had been crushed to death by a huge rock and pierced through the heart by an arrow from a butcher knife, now stood with his five hearts facing the sky.

Seeing the good things done by the paper figures, Song Feng nodded with satisfaction, then propped up his forehead with one hand and spoke softly:
"let's start……"

A faint voice came out of his mouth, and it sounded like a lazy king looking down at the masses of people.

And as his voice fell.

All that could be seen was that the paper figures were using their fingers as sharp blades to cut open the flesh of the mandrills:

“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!”

The sound of flesh being torn apart continued to be heard.

Indistinctly, this mandrill in its many postures seemed to have a sacred yet bloody meaning.

A combination of light and darkness.

It was just like the bloody and tragic scene in the legend where Buddha fed his body to an eagle.

As the blood continues to flow.

Then, the bodies of the many mandrills in various postures around him began to slowly wither: "Swish!"

But in the blink of an eye, the dozen or so mandrills turned into extremely dry corpses.

at the same time.

The mandrill king, with five hearts facing the sky, began to swell slowly after gathering a lot of blood.

"Om..."

Inexplicable ripples appeared on the body of the Mandrill King, and after expanding, his body quickly shrank.

But in the blink of an eye, he also turned into a shrunken mummy.

Saw this scene.

Song Feng gently walked over from the wheelchair, and then came to the front of the Mandrill King, and gently stroked his spirit platform with his finger:
"Pfft!"

A drop of blood that looked extremely round and as white as agate flowed out from his spiritual platform.

Then he saw the huge Mandrill King in front of him being blown away as if it were dissipated by the wind:

"call……"

Looking at the drop of blood in his hand that gathered the vitality of many mandrills, Song Feng seemed to be a little emotional:

"What a pity! If there were more, I could use it to recover some of my spiritual power. But if there is only this little, it is not worth damaging my bloodline..."

When he said this, he glanced at the little paper man standing at his feet, and then flicked his finger:
"Snapped!"

A drop of blood suddenly fell on the forehead of the little paper man.

Then, the palm-sized paper figure suddenly became vague.

Faintly, there seemed to be a mandrill beating its chest and howling from outside the paper man, and then it kept shrinking into him:

“…Ahhh!!!”

Looking at the little paper figure that vaguely showed a hint of a mandrill, Song Feng nodded, then sat on the wheelchair that had been pushed over:

"Go ahead..."

Seeing Song Feng nod, the little paper man who vaguely resembled the shadow of a mandrill nodded, and then moved away very nimbly.

It's not just him.

After seeing this little paper man leading the way, the other pure white paper men quickly followed:

"Brush la la..."

Then it drifted in the air, stepping on the leaves, riding the breeze, and flew into the distance, like a string of tassels.

Seeing that the work had been done, Song Feng nodded, and then, pushed by the two little paper men, walked towards the house where Zhe Gu was.

Return to the courtyard.

At this moment, the courtyard was extremely quiet, with only Uncle Jiu holding a wine jug and sipping slowly there.

Watching Uncle Jiu drinking rice wine by himself, Song Feng's wheelchair was pushed to the table.

Then, he took a small cup from the side and placed it in front of Uncle Jiu:
"What? What's happened that makes you so unpredictable?"

Seeing that Seventh Uncle didn't even need to be pushed by himself, the two little paper figures behind him pushed him in front of the table, and Nineth Uncle couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

This old guy is so lazy. He would rather sit than stand, and would rather let others push him than move.

But when he saw the wine glass handed over by the old man Seventh Uncle, he also gently poured a glass, and then said leisurely:
"Seventh Uncle, what do you think will happen in a few decades if the current trend continues?"

When he said this, he was seen lightly tapping the puddle of water on the table.

Then, the puddle of water began to slowly become blurry, and then turned into a mirror.

Look towards the puddle of water.

All I saw reflected in the water was a large yard and two people sitting in the yard drinking.

It's as if you were looking down from the sky with the bright moon as your perspective:
"Now, with my Qi Chong Tian Ling practice, I can only achieve this step. If a few decades later, will the spiritual energy really be gone?"

Looking at the scene in the puddle next to Uncle Jiu, Song Feng drank the wine in the glass, then smiled and said:
"I see that you are not the kind of person who gets sad and depressed. I'm afraid that the person you are thinking about is from another place, right?"

When he said this, he just stretched out his hand, and then gently touched the puddle on the table with his old finger:
"brush!"

The water in the small puddle suddenly became blurred, and then slowly began to become transparent.

After a short while, a woman in a beautiful house outside the moon was silhouetted under the moonlight.

Seeing the woman in the puddle, Uncle Jiu's expression changed slightly:
"…How do you know of her existence?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu's expression change slightly, Song Feng smiled lightly, and then completely erased the scene:
"It is true that I did not know of her existence, but it is actually very simple to cast a spell to restore the image just now."

"Just as you said, maybe in a few decades, when the spiritual energy weakens, even the Thousand Miles Shadow Technique won't be able to be used."

"When that time comes, Jiu, you will really be alone in an empty room when you feel lonely..."

Maoshan's method of using water to create shadows is very famous, and every practitioner who is proficient in water techniques is very remarkable.

Not only can it see through puddles, but it can also see through water in plates, water on the table, and even rainwater.

It can be regarded as one of the rare magical spells that can demonstrate great power in this era of declining spiritual energy.

Seeing the old man in front of him teasing him like this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but gently take the rag beside him and wipe the puddle clean:

"All these things are in the past, and now I am devoted to Taoism and have taken up the position of the head of the underworld."

"Perhaps in a few decades, I will be considered a ghost god in the underworld, and my descendants will come to worship me."

Seeing Uncle Jiu hastily wiping the puddle clean as if he was feeling guilty, Song Feng laughed:

"It's better to act than to think. You can still get divorced after getting married. If you really want to, you can still have a crush on someone."

"It all depends on how determined you are, Jiu..."

Looking at the old man in front of him, Seventh Uncle, who was encouraging him to steal someone's girlfriend, Ninth Uncle couldn't help but look dark:
"Love between men and women is a natural thing in the world. Now that she is married, I naturally cannot ruin their marriage."

"Didn't you say that it would be better to demolish ten temples than to destroy a marriage? What you said is a bit contradictory..."

Looking at Uncle Nine with a dark face in front of him, Song Feng felt even more amused:
"As the old saying goes, if a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. Ah Jiu, sometimes it is good to think more about yourself."

"You are a thoughtful person, as you have mastered the art of leaving your image on water to such an exquisite degree..."

When he finished speaking, Song Feng walked into the room with a smile on his face, pushed by the little paper man.

Looking at the wheelchair being pushed into the room by two paper figures, Uncle Jiu shook his head and snorted:
"I have let it go many years ago. Apart from practicing, I have no other thoughts in my mind!"

When he said the last sentence, he subconsciously looked inside the house.

When he found that there was no one around, he poured some of the wine in his glass onto the table:
"Wow..."

(End of this chapter)