The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 150 Tongtian Altar
the other side.

Uncle Jiu, who followed the little paper man and kept climbing over the wall, now came to a small hill outside the Marshal's Mansion.

Looking closely, I saw a big locust tree planted next to the small hill.

Although the moonlight was very bright, the place still looked gloomy and desolate.

When he arrived, he spotted his seventh uncle waiting for him under the big locust tree:
"Seventh Uncle, I'm here!"

Seeing that Uncle Jiu had arrived here, Song Feng nodded, and then looked at the many villages in the distance:

"Just wait a moment..."

As he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu, who had already arrived under the locust tree, continued to regulate his breathing during this time.

It seemed as if it was preparing for the next spell.

A stick of incense lasted for a while.

When the moon in the sky became more round, Song Feng suddenly looked into the distance, and then spoke softly:
"coming……"

As he finished speaking, a rustling sound suddenly came from the darkness in the distance:

"Brush brush..."

Hearing the sound in the distance, Uncle Jiu subconsciously looked towards the dark place in the distance.

Take a closer look.

All I saw were little paper figures jumping out from the bushes one after another, carrying all kinds of tools.

Some paper people held apples, some held bananas, and there were even many paper people carrying large tables here.

At first glance, the number of white paper people in the darkness looked extremely terrifying, enough to be said to be everywhere in the mountains.

Every paper figure as far as the eye can see has more or less objects on it, as if they were all prepared for him to cast spells.

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

"...Why are there so many paper figures?"

Everywhere he looked, there were so many paper figures that he couldn't even count them.

Such methods are extremely unpredictable.

Although ordinary paper figures can restrain ghosts and assist Taoist priests in exploring the way ahead, it can only be considered a small trick.

However, if the number of paper people becomes extremely terrifying, it means that hundreds of ghosts are traveling and the evil soldiers are passing through.

This is no longer a small trick.

But it is the real great method that can be sustained and prevail!
At this moment, the densely packed paper figures all over the mountains have a very peaceful aura, and there is no feeling of evil soldiers passing by.

It looks like one living creature after another is helping.

What kind of handwriting is this?
Originally, he thought that magic spells like casting beans to create soldiers and one person forming an army were already legends from ancient times.

But only now did he understand that it was simply because he had never seen a true God, and had never seen a true giant in the current cultivation world cast a spell.

It's so scary!
Seeing Uncle Jiu's horrified expression, Song Feng chuckled a few times, then said softly:
"Although there are many paper figures, they are just small things after all. Ah Jiu, don't just stand there and cast a spell first..."

After hearing this, Uncle Jiu subconsciously glanced at the paper figures scattered all over the mountain, and then nodded silently:
"Thank you, Seventh Uncle, for your help."

Seventh Uncle's methods are truly extraordinary. Such methods can definitely make him a giant among the unorthodox sects.

Although it is a small thing in his mouth.

However, in the eyes of many practitioners in the spiritual world, this was a huge move that could really scare them to death.

Seeing that many paper figures had arrived here, Uncle Jiu nodded slightly and then said:
"Set up the altar and perform the ritual!"

Following Uncle Jiu's clear shout, the many paper figures seemed to be sensing the situation and quickly put up the tables, chairs and offerings following his instructions.

Just a blink of an eye.

At this moment, there were already thirty-three altars and eighteen-tier high stools at the foot of the mountain.

The altar is three feet off the ground.

On each altar are placed fruits, vegetables, incense sticks and even three-inch yellow talismans.

Yellow flags were hung in all directions, a total of eighty-one flags, almost covering the entire small barren mountain.

Although there are no words or symbols on this yellow flag.

However, as the yellow flags stood on both sides of the barren mountain, there seemed to be no more breeze in the entire forest.

It was as if someone had cast a spell and set up a ban, isolating this place from the outside world.

Saw this scene.

Seeing the paper figures move so quickly, even though Uncle Nine was prepared, he was once again shocked by Uncle Seven's methods:

"hiss……"

He suppressed the slight shock in his heart.

Then, Uncle Jiu came to the center of the thirty-three-method altar three feet above the ground and sat cross-legged in it.

This is the Tongtian Altar.

These thirty-three altars are thought to be the thirty-three heavens. By casting spells in this way, the incense and fire will reach up to the nine heavens and alert the Three Mao True Lords who have already achieved immortality through practice.

Sit cross-legged for a while and use Maoshan magic to recuperate.

Then, Uncle Jiu grabbed a handful of incense sticks and lit them in the bonfire in front of him:
"boom!"

The incense seemed to have a spirit at this moment, and it was completely ignited by flames in the blink of an eye.

Indistinctly, it looked as if Uncle Jiu was holding a large pile of firewood in his hands, burning very vigorously.

The incense turned into thick smoke.

Faintly, it seemed as if the mountains and forests were on fire.

Just at this time.

I only saw Uncle Jiu rub his hands together with a handful of incense sticks, and then threw them heavily into the sky:
"The Qi of the heavens is surging, and my Tao is flourishing!"

As he shouted, the handful of incense he had thrown into the sky began to fall to the ground like flying arrows.

Brush brush!
Like an arrow flying from the sky.

Many incense sticks fell to the ground one after another, and in the blink of an eye they were inserted on the thirty-three altars.

Take a closer look.

All I saw was that there were three incense sticks inserted in each incense burner, and wisps of green smoke were lit.

The thirty-three altars showed strange symbols of formations, and vaguely, the curling heavenly palace was actually outlined among the incense.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu suddenly jumped up, holding a sword in one hand and incense in the other.

The peach wood sword in his right hand kept sketching.

The three incense sticks in the left hand were also constantly casting spells and offerings in the void.

"The Tao is learned from the heart, and the heart is passed on. Incense is burned in the jade furnace, and the heart is kept before the emperor. The true spirit descends, and the immortal comes to the pavilion. Let the minister pass on the report, and it will reach the nine heavens."

"Today, Lin Fengjiao, a disciple of Mount Mao, has set up a magic altar in the lower world. He encountered a demon that had taken over a human body and was about to destroy all living things. This disciple sincerely pays respect and respects, and respectfully asks the Three Mao True Lords to send down their divine power."

"Heaven and earth, I obey the command of the Supreme Lord Laozi. I respectfully ask the Three Mao True Lords to appear!"

At the end of his speech, Uncle Jiu stomped his feet three times on the altar in the center:

"Boom boom boom!"

The next moment, he was seen with the sword and talisman in his hands inserted on the left and right, and then he stepped on the first altar.

Keep moving forward with your feet on the seven stars.

Every time he walked the Seven Stars and took the Yu Steps, he would see the incense on the altar burning rapidly.
"call……"

But in the blink of an eye.

The thirty-three altars had already been passed by him on his Seven Star Yu Footsteps. The many fragrant incense sticks burning on the altars also turned into curls of incense rising into the sky.

Just at this time.

Uncle Jiu bowed and then took out the three incense sticks from the altar. He made hand gestures and bowed three times towards the north:
“Please Master, please show your spirit!!”

As he finished speaking, there seemed to be some special power rising into the sky, but then dissipated into the air.

I don’t know whether the message was really passed on or it was just a futile effort.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu still maintained his bowing posture, without any hesitation.

Let the three incense sticks in your hands burn.

at the same time.

Song Feng, who was watching Uncle Jiu casting a spell outside the altar, frowned slightly at this moment:

"Hmm? Could it be that the induction can't enter the heaven?"

Logically speaking, these major immortal sects that have immortals ascending to heaven should have some sense of their ancestor.

A stick of incense Time passes.

Just when the three incense sticks that Uncle Jiu was holding respectfully in his hands were about to burn out.

I just saw that some power seemed to suddenly descend upon Uncle Jiu.

He suddenly had an indescribable, yet very mysterious and peculiar aura.

Saw this scene.

Song Feng, who had been observing the wind and air from the side and spying on the Feng Shui situation here, couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly:
"……How can it be?"

When he saw this, he couldn't help but whispered:

"Refine the spirit and return to the void, why can't I sense a trace of mystery? Is the gap really that big?"

No one knows Song Feng's doubts.

When Uncle Jiu received that special power from somewhere, a smile appeared on his face:

“…Thank you, Grandmaster, for your spiritual response!”

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu strode over to the eighteen benches stacked up one on top of the other.

Take a closer look.

I could only vaguely see a huge yellow talisman in front of the bench.

The yellow talisman was spread across the ground.

It seemed to be about ten feet long.

There are many obscure symbols drawn on this yellow talisman, which were just drawn by Uncle Jiu.

The ink had just dried.

Seeing this yellow talisman, Uncle Jiu took out a grain of rice from the bowl beside him and tapped it on the candle:
"Snapped!"

Sparks suddenly burst out from his hand and fell onto the yellow talisman next to him.

Then, the yellow talisman spread on the ground, which was as big as a sheet of paper, suddenly started to burn:

"boom!!"

It looked like a sea of ​​fire that was several feet wide.

Although the yellow talisman looks extremely thin.

But at this moment it was burning so fiercely that people couldn't help but wonder if it was connected to the underground fire.

By this time.

I only saw Uncle Jiu take off his shoes and walk barefoot, then pinch his fingers and walk barefoot with his hair disheveled as he strode towards the path of fire:

"I will climb mountains of swords and descend into seas of fire, and I will never change my resolve in the underworld. I, the disciple of Mount Mao, Lin Fengying, respectfully invite Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to listen attentively to the divine beast's display of power!"

As he continued to chant the incantations in his hands, he actually walked barefoot through the ten-foot-long sea of ​​fire safely and soundly.

And as he walked through the sea of ​​fire.

All I saw was the yellow talisman that was burning brightly just now, but at this moment, the flame suddenly went out.

In just a blink of an eye, it turned into ashes and floated away.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu continued to move, walked to the eighteen tables and climbed up:

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The eighteen tables, chairs and benches seemed to be unstable and wobbled with each level.

When Uncle Jiu stood on the eighteenth table, he actually felt like he was competing with the gods.

at the same time.

Uncle Jiu, who was standing on the eighteenth stool, was in the posture of standing on one leg like a golden rooster. No matter how the stool shook, he remained firm in his heart.

In a trance, it seemed that in that instant I was transported beyond the eighteen levels of hell and truly arrived in the underworld to meet Yama, the King of Ghosts.

"Om..."

All he saw was that the inexplicable aura that fell on him suddenly had a sense of being born.

Then, something seemed to come out from the underworld, and then it landed on Uncle Jiu's ears:

"Moo..."

As this inexplicable voice sounded, Uncle Jiu immediately heard countless whispers and murmurs in his ears.

“Buzz buzz buzz…”

Among them were big and small, old and young, young and old, women and children, just like all kinds of life.

But without exception, he could not understand these sounds, he could not hear them clearly, he could not hear them distinctly, as if there were thousands of mountains between them.

Just at this time.

Song Feng, who had been quietly watching Uncle Jiu use the Tongtian Altar to explore the news, sighed quietly at this moment:
"It turns out that not everyone can achieve the state of spiritual enlightenment. After all, one has to eat one bite at a time..."

When he said this, he couldn't help but cough a few times, and then spat out a mouthful of blood with a wow sound:

"Cough cough cough cough... wow..."

Then, all that was seen was his shadow, which was originally just a human shape, now getting longer and longer in the moonlight.

Faintly, it seemed to become extremely ferocious and fierce, as if something was about to jump out of it.

Just at this time.

Song Feng snorted coldly:
"go back!"

As he snorted coldly, the huge and strange shadow with bared fangs and claws, which was extremely ferocious, began to slowly shrink.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into his old figure under the moon.

Then, he performed the Three Purities Technique, and then stood upright, like a zombie worshipping the moon, bowing to the bright moon in the distance:
"Please respectfully invite the Jade Rabbit of the Moon to descend upon us with its magical powers!"

As he bowed, it seemed as if a bit of yin energy was gushing out from the soles of his feet and rushing into the sky, rushing into his forehead.

Faintly, there seemed to be a little light emanating from above his spiritual platform.

Just at this time.

All he saw was a bit of mist emerging from the originally bright moonlight, and then falling in front of Song Feng.

Saw this.

Song Feng took a deep breath, swallowed the mist, and then spit it out heavily in the direction of Uncle Jiu:

"The moon is here, all ghosts, gods, evil spirits and monsters in the underworld, listen to my orders!"

(End of this chapter)