The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 132 The Overlord forced his bow

Seeing that the thought had been wiped out by the human skin, Song Feng smiled and put the human skin in his pocket.

The whole process was peaceful and natural, as if it was just a trivial thing.

However, Song Feng behaved in a low-key manner, but Zhe Gu looked at the piece of human skin hidden by Song Feng with a face full of shock:

"This, this, this... Senior Brother, am I seeing things? Is that really just a piece of human skin?"

Seeing Zhegu's shocked expression and listening to her words, Uncle Jiu was a little unsure at the moment:
"...This...should be the case, right?"

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the aura on this piece of human skin was vaguely similar to that of his own ancestral weapon.

Thinking of this, Uncle Nine looked at Uncle Seven in front of him inquiringly, and then asked softly:
"Seventh Uncle, excuse me for asking, do you know the origin of this human skin?"

Looking at the somewhat shocked brothers and sisters in front of him, Song Feng gently placed the ceramic figurine in Zhe Gu's hands, then smiled and said:
"I have already dispersed the thoughts in it. You only need to absorb its ghost energy to determine its true form."

"Perhaps in a short time, your Taoism will catch up with your senior brother, and you may even be able to force yourself on him..."

After hearing the teasing from Uncle Seven, Aunt Zhe, who was just shocked, smiled widely:

“Hahahaha…I’ve been waiting for this day…”

Seeing that Zhe Gu had changed from a puzzled look to a smiling face in the blink of an eye, Uncle Jiu sighed helplessly:
"Ugh……"

Seeing Uncle Jiu's helpless look, Song Feng smiled indifferently, and then said softly:
"Okay, Jiu, stop sighing there. It's just a piece of human skin. There's nothing wrong with telling others about it."

"This human skin was made by the founder of the paper-drawing lineage. He once dug up the corpse of an underground lord while robbing a tomb and refined it into a human skin."

When he said this, Song Feng couldn't help but pause, and then his expression became a little inexplicable:

"I don't know whether to say that the underground master is lucky or unlucky."

"Since the pre-Qin period, he has buried himself underground to practice the corpse transformation. After finally achieving some success, before he could transform his body, his cultivation was broken by someone!"

"Originally, this kind of underground master is the lowest level of immortal. Naturally, he did not become an immortal after being attacked..."

"It is precisely because of this that this immortal skin, a paper-making tradition, came into being and has been passed down in the world..."

After hearing Seventh Uncle's explanation and understanding the origin of this fairy skin, Ninth Uncle couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Anyone who practices the three thousand great ways can become an immortal.

However, among these three thousand avenues, some are highways that lead to heaven, while others are rugged paths.

Just like the mainstream practice nowadays of refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, and refining spirit into emptiness, this can be regarded as the true way to heaven.

Once someone can truly cultivate and achieve the state of refining the spirit and returning to the void, he will be able to ascend to heaven and earth and become an immortal.

Such people have been rare since ancient times, even in famous and upright families.

Basically every one of them will shine.

In addition to those who truly practice to become celestial immortals, there are also other paths of practice like that of the underground lord of the corpse-reincarnation immortal.

This road is a bit narrow.

If he really became a corpse immortal, it would be fine. At worst, he could reincarnate and practice again to accumulate for the next reincarnation.

But this underground owner was in trouble.

He is not really an immortal, but if you say he is not an immortal, he does live a very long life.

The most important thing is, if one truly cultivates to become an immortal, then he will naturally be able to ascend to heaven, but if one cultivates to become an underground master, he can only rule the world in a dark and gloomy land.

He is just an illusory and lowest-level immortal.

But how does that saying go? Don’t treat bean buns as solid food, and don’t treat the underground master as a god.

Don’t think that the underground lord is the lowest existence among ghosts, gods and immortals, and can’t even be considered to have entered the rank.

But this can also be considered a path to immortality.

Since ancient times, kings, princes, generals and ministers have been unable to extend their lifespans, let alone become underground masters with a lifespan comparable to that of immortals.

Basically, those kings, princes, generals and ministers who want to become immortals after death and build large buildings all want to become underworld masters.

Obviously, this is exactly what Uncle Seventh said. I don't know whether this underground master is lucky or unlucky.

After all, if one is unlucky, how could it be possible to transform safely underground for thousands of years without being dug out?

But it would not be right to say that he was lucky. After all, he had not been dug out for thousands of years, but was dug out and killed in a surprise attack when he became the underground master.

All we can say is that they are destined to be immortal for a moment!

Seeing the speechless expression on Uncle Jiu's face, Song Feng smiled and said:
"This immortal skin can at best be regarded as a compliment, but it just has a bit of the aura of the underground lord."

"After all, that person was at the stage of transformation at the time, but he had not truly become an immortal, so naturally he could not have any immortal energy..."

Seeing Seventh Uncle's nonchalant look, Ninth Uncle couldn't help but twitch his lips, and he didn't know what to say.

This old guy is really good at pretending.

That's the skin of an immortal. Who in today's cultivation world dares to say that they don't care about things related to immortals?

Although this skin is not the skin of a real immortal, it is just something cut from a corpse and has only a little power.

But this is already remarkable enough.

Seriously speaking, if this news gets out, it might really cause a stir in the spiritual world!

However, just as he was thinking this, he subconsciously looked at the old man with a smile on his face.

Followed by.

He couldn't help but shook his head.

This old guy dares to take this thing out openly, so he is not afraid of others snatching it away.

The only people who can snatch things from this old guy are the top figures of the older generation, and maybe they know him.

After all, the paper-zha clan is not easy to mess with.

Although the paper-tying art is only passed down in the form of a family, it has accumulated considerable heritage over thousands of years.

The fact that this old guy was able to take someone else's inheritance without anyone coming to kill him proves his ability.

At this moment, Qiu Sheng suddenly picked up the big tree, and then carefully moved it to the side of the crowd:

"Master, I have brought this pomegranate tree here. Should we carry it down the mountain directly?"

As he said this, Qiu Sheng was still holding an axe and trimming away the unwanted branches of the pomegranate tree.

This century-old pomegranate tree is actually not very thick.

Moreover, since it was a wild pomegranate, it lacked some nutrients, so after he trimmed the branches, all that was left was a wooden stick.

Seeing Qiu Sheng hugging the pomegranate tree with a flushed face, Uncle Jiu nodded and then said:
"Since you have already finished it, let's go down the mountain. We can take this opportunity to deal with the Feng Shui stone!" Everyone went straight down the mountain.

It was not too late, and the mandrill had already been dealt with by them, so they all seemed very relaxed after returning to the courtyard.

Of course, Sugarcane Girl was still very happy:

"I have already reached a bottleneck in my cultivation of the Infant Spirit Technique, and I am only missing the divine form. Now that I have this ghost energy, I can be considered as having a reference."

"Brother, I have now reached the pinnacle of my practice in the Law of Circulation. When I break through, I will make you suffer!"

After saying this, Zhe Gu took the small porcelain doll back to her room, and seemed to be practicing hard.

Looking at the excited Zhe Gu, Qiu Sheng looked at his master with a gloating look:

"Master, you are in trouble..."

Originally, Senior Uncle Zhegu was very tough. If her cultivation level really improved, the master might not be able to suppress her.

Thinking of that scene, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but laugh.

Master, master, you have come to this day!

Looking at Qiu Sheng who was grinning beside him, Uncle Jiu snorted and then said seriously:
"Don't talk nonsense here, put the pomegranate tree down and go to rest quickly. We still have to deal with the Feng Shui stone tomorrow!"

Seeing that his master was unhappy, Qiu Sheng ran to his room with a smile on his face.

He is happy when the master is unhappy.

I hope that one day my master will be raped by his uncle Zhegu.

Seeing Qiu Sheng running away happily, Uncle Jiu shook his head, and then subconsciously glanced at Zhegu's room:

"It seems that I have to come to Gaoshan Town less often in the future, otherwise, I might really capsize in the ditch if I'm not careful!"

At this point, Uncle Jiu was also a little surprised, and couldn't help but whispered:

"I didn't expect that Zhe Gu's cultivation has reached such a high level. The next step is to reach the realm of Qi Chong Tian Ling."

"If that's really the case, then maybe Aunt Zhe will be able to find the secret of the mysterious gate in her lifetime..."

Hearing Uncle Jiu's whisper, Song Feng, who was sitting in a wheelchair and drinking tea beside him, nodded gently:

"I didn't expect that there are so many talented disciples in this generation of Maoshan."

“If Zhe Gu can really use this true form to cultivate the spirit of Qi Chong Tian, ​​then she can be called a Taoist immortal.”

"Given her current age, if she practices for another ten or twenty years, she might be able to clear away the turbid qi and cultivate into a magical spirit..."

If there is a master among the younger generation who can achieve the state of a spiritual master before his death, that can be considered the ultimate training of a famous and upright sect.

This is a serious giant boss!

As a result, now Maoshan not only has the Lightning King Shi Jian, but in less than two years there will also be a One-browed Taoist Lin Jiu.

Two are already set in stone.

With two giants at the Yuanling level and two more years of preparation, there will be no doubt as to who will have the final say in the Three Mountains of Talismans.

Even though Mount Longhu is well-known, when it comes to spiritual practice, the other two schools and three sects of talismans are no worse than it.

Do you really think that you are the only one in Longhushan that has such a solid foundation?
Who doesn’t have an ancestor in heaven?

With such a great start, now there is a girl named Zhe who practices the Infant Spirit Method and may one day become a Dharma-bound Yuanling.

It is no exaggeration to call this a huge explosion of Maoshan’s luck!

Don't underestimate these words "one day". With these words on your mind, even if you haven't cultivated the magic or have a spiritual energy, others will have to think twice before doing anything.

After hearing Uncle Seven's sentiments, Uncle Nine did not agree:
"Seventh Uncle, there are a lot of disciples in our generation, but only a few of us brothers have survived and made a name for ourselves."

"You know, when our master's generation recruited disciples, they adopted the model of casting a wide net..."

At that time, including those on Mount Maoshan and those living below Mount Maoshan, the number of disciples of their generation was countless.

Whether it is the real Maoshan or the wild Maoshan.

Basically, anyone who had inherited the teachings from their predecessors, had achieved success in cultivation, and had good character would be accepted into the ancestral temple.

That could be considered as a self-rescue mode adopted by the Maoshan headquarters to cast a wide net to catch big fish, as they saw that the situation was not right at the time.

It seems that there are many talented disciples in this generation of Maoshan, but in fact they are just geniuses picked out from the huge crowd.

The night was silent.

The next morning, after taking a short break after dinner, the courtyard immediately became lively.

Qiu Sheng, who had slept all night, was now under the command of Uncle Jiu, carrying the pomegranate tree with some soil underneath, and walked towards the direction of the Feng Shui stone:

"Are you sure we can go this way? Are we sure we won't be beaten up by the people in the town?"

Listening to the master's words, Qiu Sheng's face turned bitter:
"...How about we go there at night? It's not appropriate to do this during the day, right?"

After all, the Feng Shui stone is a treasure that the villagers of Gaoshan Town have been worshipping for such a long time.

If they were to directly replace the Feng Shui stones with Feng Shui trees and get beaten for it, it would be really unethical of them.

Moreover.

Two fists are no match for four hands.

Even if they are very powerful, they may not be able to defeat so many people in the town.

Seeing Qiu Sheng still nagging and procrastinating here, Uncle Jiu's face turned serious and he snorted:
"Just do what you're told to do, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Seeing his master's refusal to accept his request, Qiu Sheng had no choice but to carry the pomegranate tree and walk towards where Master Shi was.

However, he was surprised.

As they walked along, even when they reached the rock and were about to use the shovel, no one in the town stopped them.

This surprised Qiu Sheng:
"They have been worshipping Master Shi for such a long time, don't they really have any worries at all?"

Looking at Qiu Sheng's silly look, Song Feng tapped the cane in his hand, then said with a smile:
"The villagers in this town have lived in this town for such a long time for generations, how could they not know any information at all?"

"Do you really think this is what they are willing to offer?"

When Song Feng said this, he paused, then glanced at the half-closed window in the distance, and said with a smile:
"Ordinary people cannot move this Feng Shui stone. If they do, they will get hurt. So they are not afraid of others moving it."

"And if someone with real skills and abilities can dig up this Feng Shui stone and bring vitality to their village, they will welcome it with open arms."

"They won't lose anything anyway. There are a few old guys in the town who are in charge. How could they possibly stop us?"

(End of this chapter)