The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 141: The Hundred-Faced Taoist
Seeing Uncle Nine looking at him in surprise, Song Feng knocked on the table lightly:
"What? Could it be that when Ah Jiu was browsing the Sutra Library, he didn't study this spell?"

Hearing what the old man Seventh Uncle said, Ninth Uncle couldn't help but snort.

What do you mean by not studied?
There are so many layers of magic spells in the Maoshan Scripture Pavilion. How is it possible to study every single one of them?

Being able to memorize some of the spells and keep them for future use can be considered as a person with extensive knowledge and a good memory.

He is the most knowledgeable disciple of his generation in Maoshan.

Even so, he didn't dare to say that he had memorized and studied all the spells in the Maoshan Sutra Library.

Do you really think he is a god?
"Thank you for reminding me. It just so happens that I also wrote down how to practice this spell. Now I just happen to teach it to Qiu Sheng."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu paused, then turned his head to look at Qiu Sheng, who was staring at their conversation with wide eyes.
"In that case, keep this black dog for now. Once you have thoroughly studied the Slim Waist Mountain Driving Technique, you can then find a way to practice this spell."

After hearing Uncle Nine agree with Uncle Seven's words, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but look at his master with some curiosity:

"Master, what kind of magic is this Thin Waist Mountain Driving Technique? What does it have to do with dogs?"

Although he also wanted to practice magic and learn more, he was really curious about the magic that his seventh uncle mentioned.

After all, what Seventh Uncle says always has substance, and anything that comes out of his mouth must be true.

Looking at Qiu Sheng, whose face was full of curiosity, and then at his seventh uncle who was looking at him with a smile, Uncle Nine couldn't help but look up.

You must not be underestimated by this old guy.

Thinking of this, he immediately suppressed the idea of ​​returning to the ancestral hall to cast a spell to contact his master and ask his master to help him retrieve the spell.

Then, the mind in the spiritual platform kept working, carefully recalling the details of the spell book that he had casually flipped through:
"This Thin Waist Mountain Driving Technique is actually a method used by successful hunters in ancient times to control their spirit dogs."

"To be honest, this magic is actually an imitation of the legendary thin-waisted dog of Zhaohui Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu paused for a moment, then thought about it carefully and then said:
"The prerequisite for practicing this Slim Mountain Driving Technique is to find a dog-shaped monster with spiritual intelligence and spiritual power."

"If you use the spell to refine a dog-shaped monster into a thin-waisted dog, the dog will be able to communicate with its master."

"Then you will be able to search the mountains and be successful, and you can even fight side by side with your master to face powerful enemies."

"After all, when Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun was besieging Huaguo Mountain, the Howling Sky Divine Dog played a significant role."

"Of course, it's impossible to be as smart as the Howling Sky Dog, but it's still good to be stronger than an ordinary hound."

With spiritual energy declining to its current level, mastering this spell is actually just like having an extra telepathic hound.

Strong doesn't necessarily mean very strong.

But this spirit dog is also an excellent helper. At least during a fight, it can help the wizard delay the enemy by biting his trouser legs.

"If that's the case, then this spell is indeed more suitable for you..."

When he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but chuckle softly. This technique of moving mountains with a thin waist was indeed very suitable for Qiu Sheng.

If he could really cultivate a spirit dog, maybe there would be some unexpected gains.

Moreover, dogs are readily available nowadays. Doesn’t this mean that God is helping Qiu Sheng choose this magic?

After hearing Uncle Jiu's explanation, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but get excited:

"Is it an imitation of Erlang Shen's Sky-Roaring Dog?"

"Master, I want to learn. I want to learn. I also want a hunting dog as magical as Roaring Sky Dog!"

Holding Huang on the left and Cang on the right, this is the initial dream in the hearts of many young people.

He also dreamed of having a hound of his own.

I never expected that by chance, my master would be able to teach me such a magic.

How could this not make him happy?
Of course, it would be even more handsome if he had a goshawk on his shoulder.

While they were chatting.

I only saw the gate of the charity cemetery suddenly opened by Huang Daoren, who looked exhausted:
"Brother Lin, I'm back!"

Looking at the Taoist priest in front of him, who was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, covered in dust and looking very embarrassed.

For a moment, Uncle Jiu stopped discussing the method of refining the hound with Qiu Sheng, and instead looked at Huang Daoren solemnly:
"Brother Dao, did you have a fight with that demon yesterday?"

From the looks of it, it seems that not only did they fight, but they also suffered some minor losses.

I asked this when I saw Uncle Jiu.

Huang Daoren, who looked exhausted and as if he had suffered a loss, lowered his head and said embarrassedly:
"I chased the demon last night, but I didn't expect to fall into his trap. I accidentally suffered a small loss."

"But don't worry, Brother Lin. That demon didn't get any benefits. I will continue to look for his traces tonight and will never let him harm any villager in Renjia Town!"

When he spoke to the end, Huang Daoren was very serious, with a feeling of righteousness.

Hearing what Huang Daoren said, Uncle Jiu nodded, and then quickly said:
"Friend Huang, you must be tired after a night of work. Go back to your room and have a rest. I'll ask you to come out and eat something when breakfast is ready."

If a fellow Taoist is staying here, we must treat him well.

Moreover, the other person was doing this for a righteous cause, so he naturally couldn't be stingy with the few dollars, and naturally he had to treat this fellow Taoist well.

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Huang Daoren nodded, then carried his bag and walked towards the depths of the courtyard, looking a little tired.

As he passed Uncle Jiu, Huang Daoren couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth in a strange arc:
"Ha ha……"

Even when he passed by the crowd, his eyes subconsciously looked at the back of Song Feng who was sitting next to him:
"Old thing..."

Just as he was about to step into the room and had just stepped over the threshold, he saw Song Feng, who was drinking tea from a cup, speaking softly:
"Wait!"

After hearing what his seventh uncle said, ninth uncle couldn't help but subconsciously look towards Huang Daoren in the distance.

Huang Daoren, who was about to walk into the room, froze involuntarily:
"Seventh Uncle, is there anything else you need?"

Looking at the puzzled Huang Daoren, Song Feng put one hand into the sleeve of his robe, then smiled and said:
"Nothing, I'm just curious about what Mr. Huang got last night. I wonder if Mr. Huang would be willing to tell this old man about it?"

Hearing what Uncle Seven said, Huang Daoren smiled awkwardly, then spoke softly:
"There's nothing much to say. I was ambushed by that demon last night and ran back in a rather embarrassed state."

"If you want to hear it, how about I wait until later to rest for a while and then tell you?"

After hearing what Huang Daoren said, Song Feng chuckled a few times, and then said with a hint of meaning:
"I think I am the best..."

As soon as the words fell, a colorful light suddenly flashed from Song Feng's sleeves.

Then, he saw the colorful rays of light rolling up a black light, and instantly came in front of the Yellow Daoist. When he first saw the colorful light, a trace of vigilance flashed in the eyes of the Yellow Daoist.

But when he wanted to make a move, he saw a ray of colorful light wrapped in a black light, turning slightly around his neck:
"brush!"

The next moment, the Huang Dao man who was about to take action just now was torn into pieces in an instant.

“…Puchi!!”

The blood spurted three feet high.

They even dyed the doors of the charity cemetery red.

Seeing this scene, both Qiu Sheng and Uncle Jiu, who were standing next to them, could not help but be somewhat shocked:
"...Seventh Uncle, what are you doing?"

Let’s not talk about the colorful light for now. How on earth could it cut off a person’s head?

The problem is that Huang Daoren didn’t do anything wrong. He just answered a question. There’s no need to kill him, right?

At this time, Uncle Nine looked at Uncle Seven with a serious look, and then said seriously:
"Seventh Uncle, you have to give me an explanation!"

Although the Xuanwei Sect is not a big sect, the leader of the Xuanwei Sect has friendships with many elders of Maoshan.

More importantly, this Huang Daoren was a righteous person in himself, and it was a bit too much for Seventh Uncle to suddenly attack him.

Looking at Uncle Jiu who had a serious face in front of him, Song Feng nonchalantly put the colorful light into his sleeve.

Then, he came to the corpse with his cane, and said with a smile:
"Young people stay at home all year round and don't go out to travel around the world. You have seen very little. Today, I will broaden your horizons."

"Sometimes, even what you see with your naked eyes may not be true. There are many kinds of magic in the world, and most of the time you have to be more careful."

"Most spells require more study once you see them. Otherwise, you will suffer a loss sooner or later..."

When he said this, Song Feng came to the head without any hesitation and picked up his head. Then, he gently touched his ear.

After just a few moments of light groping, Song Feng seemed to have grasped something, and then he tore it apart heavily:
"Bah..."

There was a sudden sound like cloth being torn, and then blood was seen splattering in all directions.

When I looked at the head again.

All I saw was the membrane on the Zodiac man's head, which had been completely torn off.

There was only a very round, bloody, skinned head, dripping with blood in the hands of the seventh uncle.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but reveal a hint of shock in his eyes:

"This...is not right...this bone structure is wrong!"

"This face is indeed a Huang Dao person, but the bone structure is another person. This...what's going on?"

At this point, Uncle Jiu also saw the difference here.

This man clearly had an oval face, but when Uncle Seventh peeled off his skin, his bone structure changed.

Although the membrane is indeed bloody and looks like it was peeled off alive.

But the fact that the appearance doesn't match the structure is enough to show that there is something fishy going on, and it's a big fishy thing.

obviously.

Seventh Uncle must have discovered something!
Looking at Uncle Nine who had already recovered somewhat, Song Feng gently threw the head and membrane to the ground, then smiled and said:
"The appearance of the skin and bones is not right. It must be that someone peeled off his skin and put it on his own body."

"And you must be familiar with this man. You must have heard of his name. If I remember correctly, his bandit nickname should be the Hundred-Faced Taoist..."

When he said this, he used his rattan stick to gently stir the small bag on Huang Daoren's back.

Then, one saw him picking out piece after piece of human skin, each as thin as a cicada's wing.

Look carefully and count them gently.

This seemingly small bag actually contained more than a dozen thin human skins.

There are old and young people, each with their own characteristics.

Although it looked like a work of art, it gave Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng a chill.

Especially when Uncle Nine heard the name spoken by Uncle Seven, he couldn't help but be shocked:
"...The Hundred-Faced Taoist, it turns out to be him?"

"Didn't I hear that the Hundred-Faced Taoist was killed by the Divine Fire Taoist of the Divine Sky Sect using thunder magic ten years ago?"

The Hundred-Faced Taoist is an old monster of the older generation. He was an old monster who survived the hunting orders of many sects.

To be honest, he is a generation older than him.

Who would have thought that such an old monster who could survive the hunt of various sects and factions would die so easily at the hands of his seventh uncle.

It seems a little unreal just thinking about it.

At the end of his speech, Uncle Jiu came to the side of the corpse and began to search it gently.

When he felt that the corpse's left pinky finger was missing a bone, he finally confirmed:

“…It is indeed the Hundred-Faced Taoist!”

When the Hundred-Faced Taoist was roaming the Fantasy Spirit World, Taoist Bai Shu of Wudang couldn't stand it and hunted him down for a period of time.

It was also because of this pursuit that everyone in the spiritual world knew that a piece of the bone on the left finger of the Hundred-Faced Taoist was cut off by Taoist Bai Shu.

So many years have passed.

Originally, everyone was saying that the Hundred-Faced Taoist had been killed by the Divine Fire Taoist of the Shenxiao Sect using thunder magic.

I didn't expect that he was still alive.

Moreover, he had actually sneaked into the charity cemetery under the guise of Huang Daoren.

more importantly.

He could imitate Huang Daoren's every move and even his tone perfectly.

He couldn't imagine it.

If this Huang Dao Man was really put into the charity cemetery, and if Seventh Uncle didn't find it, what a disaster that would be?
(End of this chapter)