The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 162 Want a Big Secret

the other side.

At this moment, Zhe Gu, who was riding a cart, had followed Uncle Jiu to the charity cemetery and even followed Uncle Jiu into the room.

Looking at Zhe Gu at this moment, and thinking about the fact that both parties already have a real relationship, it is indeed the Zhou Gong ceremony.

Then, Uncle Jiu gently took the thing from Zhegu's hand:

"Although it is indeed appropriate for you to live here, but now that the dojo is just being established, you cannot stray too far from your dojo."

Gaoshan Town was a Taoist temple that was saved with great efforts by all of them. It would be very troublesome to eliminate those demons and monsters.

This is a scene where Maoshan is the only one in power.

If it was because Zhe Gu was away from Gaoshan Town for a long time and other sects reaped the benefits, then it would not be something that happened openly.

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words and seeing that her senior brother had accepted her, Zhe Gu nodded and then said seriously:
"Don't worry, Senior Brother. I have already made up my mind. Although it is difficult to recruit talented apprentices these days, there are many mediocre ones."

“Although the temple has just been established, there are many widows who cannot make a living or young girls who sell themselves to bury their fathers in the villages and towns.”

"I had already picked out two little girls when I came here, and now they are living in my dojo."

"After we settle down here, we will go back to Gaoshan Town together. I will introduce you to them then."

Looking at Zhe Gu in front of him, whose posture was gentle and whose speech was no longer rough and arrogant, Uncle Jiu was a little confused for a moment.

Are the changes caused by the interaction of Yin and Yang so great?

It's amazing that a tomboy turned into a housewife who takes care of the family in just one day and one night.

After being in a trance for a while, Uncle Jiu also nodded seriously, and finally said:
"Since we have performed the Zhougong Ceremony, we can be considered as Taoist couples."

"But now that we are in such a state of chaos, we won't be able to return to the main altar to hold the wedding anytime soon. Let's just burn a marriage certificate and report it to the ancestor."

"When all the fellow disciples from different places are safe, we will invite them over for a good meal and a drink, which can be regarded as a celebration."

I heard Uncle Jiu say that they would burn a marriage certificate and report to the ancestors, but that they would not hold the wedding for the time being. Normally, an ordinary person would have just overturned the table and left.

But when Zhegu heard him say this, she seemed very happy:
"Okay! Senior brother is right. In the current chaos, we won't invite them to dinner and let them spend money."

"As long as the two of us live well, that's better than anything else. As long as the many ancestors recognize our success, that's better than anything else!"

Hehe, it is not that easy for people who practice cultivation to truly become companions and get a marriage certificate as husband and wife.

If you just go down the mountain to marry a wife, you can use an ordinary marriage certificate, and then the separation will not hurt you at all.

At worst, I can just divorce her and remarry.

But the marriage certificate they submitted to the Ninth Heaven was not ordinary. It was the one that could only be written by a Taoist couple who were marrying someone of the same Taoist origin.

Not only must both parties have great powers, they must also have a great master who can truly petition the heavens to officiate the wedding as a witness.

If one party breaks the oath after signing the marriage certificate, the ancestor master who presided over the witness will really send down a spiritual response.

Although there is no certainty of being struck by thunder from the sky, there is a great possibility that one will be thrown into the underworld and suffer the eighteen levels of hell.

After all, as disciples of Maoshan, they would definitely invite many Maoshan ancestors to be witnesses.

Moreover, both of them have extraordinary status in Maoshan. It is not an exaggeration to say that they can be ranked in the sequence of successors to the head of the sect.

Although Zhe Gu's rank as the head of the sect may be a little lower, it is still possible as long as the eldest senior brother Shi Jian does not inherit the position of the head of the sect.

After all, if the eldest senior brother were to be unlucky one day and be struck to death by lightning while out and about, wouldn't her position as the successor to the head of the sect be raised by one level?

In addition, there is Uncle Jiu, the second most powerful person in Maoshan today, who is in charge.

To be honest, this may be a grand event that concerns the entire generation of the Maoshan Sect.

He is qualified to petition the Three Mao Patriarchs.

Ordinary Maoshan disciples who had requested a heavenly marriage but violated it might only be banished to the underworld, but if either of them violated it, they would really be struck by lightning.

Although the gods in heaven are not visible nowadays, Patriarch Sanmao also has tremendous supernatural powers and can bring down spiritual responses!
The reason why Zhe Gu followed along was that she wanted Uncle Jiu to sign the marriage certificate with him first and settle the matter.

Hey Hey……

As long as we invite the ancestors and ask the gods and ghosts for help, my senior brother won’t be able to escape.

Hearing that Zhe Gu agreed to what he said, Uncle Jiu nodded seriously. Then, the two of them struck while the iron was hot and took out Uncle Jiu's treasured gold foil.

Then, each of them used cinnabar magic power and breath to write the heavenly book and draw talismans.

For a moment, Uncle Jiu's room became quiet, with only streams of breath and magical power flowing through it.

Although usually Uncle Jiu would borrow magic, or set up an altar to use the opponent's force to counter attack.

But you can’t be careless when asking for a marriage according to destiny.

If the magic power is insufficient, there is really no way to sense the ancestor and get the spiritual response. This is no joke.

It's like a sunk cost.

Since I have to use mana this time anyway, why not use up all the mana at once to avoid having to consume it a second time?
Until night.

Uncle Jiu and Aunt Zhe, who had used their magic power to write the heavenly book for the entire afternoon, just came out to eat a meal and then took a rest.

After all, using magic power to write the heavenly book is indeed a bit extravagant.

To put it bluntly.

In this era when spiritual energy is not strong, relying on the faint resonance between magic power and heaven and earth.

Any wizard who writes the heavenly book will probably not be able to survive if he does not have a good foundation in magic.

In other words, even if one wants to write the Book of Heaven, ordinary people who follow unorthodox methods cannot meet this requirement.

After all, they have some energy, but they use it to study how to cast spells and hurt people. How can they accumulate such deep skills?

It is precisely because of this.

Most of those who can request a heavenly marriage are from famous and upright sects, or they are monks from unconventional sects who can truly devote themselves to cultivation.

the other side.

After dinner, knowing that he had calmed down for a while, Song Feng once again lay down on his throne - the recliner in the courtyard.

The recliner swayed slowly.

Faintly, Song Feng, who was lying on the recliner, slowly closed his eyes.

There was a slight fluctuation of breath in the dark, and then he suddenly became quiet, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Whoosh!"

A ray of spiritual light shone into the Netherworld.

Then, a whisk glittering with brilliance suddenly flew over from the dark place:
"it's here……"

Looking at the whisk leading the way, the spiritual light went straight into the Nine Netherworld and fell into a palace in the blink of an eye.

brush!
A flash of light flashed.

Immediately afterwards, Song Feng appeared.

Looking towards him.

All I saw was that Song Feng at this moment no longer looked like the man in the mortal world. He looked like an old man who was about to die.

On the contrary, his figure is upright and majestic.

Although his face was still old, his eyes emanated a frightening light.

More importantly, on the black clothes that he never took off, horrible faces occasionally appeared, as if it was hell.

Faintly, there seemed to be a giant snake swimming behind him, which looked really extraordinary.

Seeing Song Feng coming here, the figure above the hall couldn't help but sigh:

"It's been many years since we last met. You seem to be becoming more and more accomplished..."

Looking up at the hall, he saw a judge in a red robe sitting on top of the hall. Who else could he be but the master that Uncle Jiu had always seen?

After he finished speaking, the master walked down from the high platform on foot and looked at the extraordinary Song Feng in front of him.

After hearing what the master said, Song Feng couldn't help but reveal a hint of helplessness in his bright eyes:
"Senior, please stop joking. With my limited skills, how dare I say that I am very experienced in front of you?"

When he said this, he looked at the vision on his body, and then he spoke softly:
"Don't be fooled by my extraordinary appearance, old man. It's all fake and is just to scare people."

"If I could really display one tenth of the abilities I displayed in the underworld in the living world, I wouldn't be in such a miserable state..."

Hearing Song Feng say this, the master couldn't help but shook his head helplessly, and then laughed and scolded:
"Good boy, you lie so easily. How dare you make up lies in front of me?"

"Do you really think that since I have been hanging around in the underworld all this time, there is no news about the world of the living?"

"If you hadn't messed around back then, your skills would probably be as good as mine in your prime, right?"

When he said this, the master paused, then looked at Song Feng in front of him with a serious face.

The whole person seemed to be carrying an inexplicable expectation:

“Xiao Feng, I told you back then that in this world, it is almost impossible to achieve the state of refining the spirit and returning to the void, and then to become an immortal.”

"Back then, Judge Zuo wrote a golden edict for you to invite you to the underworld, but you insisted that a soul that has been in the underworld for ten thousand years cannot enter the underworld, and gave the golden edict to the little girl next to you."

"You did a good job and arranged the future of the little girl who has always been by your side, but what about you?"

"As long as you nod your head to me today, I will get you another underworld talisman even if I have to risk being punished by the left judge."

Looking at the sincere expression of the master in front of him, Song Feng smiled and did not respond to his words:

"Look at what you said, doesn't it almost mean that there is still a possibility?"

"Heaven's evolution is fifty, and Taoism takes forty-nine. Isn't there still a glimmer of hope? Even if the spiritual energy is weakened, it is still possible..."

When he said this, Song Feng, who had always been taking advantage of his age in the world of the living, subconsciously glanced at the expression on his master's face, and then quickly smiled and said:
"Besides, if you hadn't said something nice to me back then, I wouldn't have been able to practice on Mount Mao for so long."

"No matter what, I can be considered an outer disciple of Maoshan. I cannot let you take the responsibility for me, right?"

Hearing Song Feng say this, the master couldn't help but blew his beard and glared in anger:
"What is this Maoshan's Outer Disciple? You bastard, do you still want to say that you are a Outer Disciple of Longhushan, Wudangshan, Zombie Sect... these crappy sects? Am I not good enough to you or what?"

"What's the matter? Are you trying to use these sects to suppress me, an old man? Don't think that I won't dare to hit you just because you have made such a big name in the world."

"Back then, I wrote the visiting card for you when you went to Mount Longhu. Even if I want to beat you up now, you have to take it!"

By this time, the old man was so angry that he didn't want to talk anymore, and the whisk in his hand was so tight that the hair was about to explode:
"Don't think that just because you are talented and sweet-talking, you can eat at many houses. I, an old man, will always be here waiting for you."

"No matter how talented you are, and no matter how much we old folks value your talent, we can't let you mess around."

"If you hadn't been such a jerk in directing the five energies and forging your crappy foundation for enlightenment, I would have accepted you as my disciple even if it was against the sect rules!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. Originally, the master was only a little angry, but now his face turned red.

That bastard is still as infuriating as it was back then.

Old man, I'm still willing to give you a chance. Can't you just give in because of my age?

Hearing what his master said, Song Feng couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

I used to take advantage of my seniority in front of Uncle Jiu, but now I am suppressed by him because of my age. It really is a changing world!

"You can't say that, old man. When I was wandering around in the martial arts world, I didn't have the qualifications to join the Maoshan Sect."

"If I hadn't been slick enough in the market, hadn't learned enough unconventional magic, and hadn't used my cleverness to guide the five energies, I probably wouldn't even be qualified to go to Mount Mao."

"When I was little, I wanted to be your disciple, but you have to give me the opportunity..."

He doesn't want to take the blame for this. If he could join a famous and upright sect from the beginning, who would want to hang around in a small place?
Besides, if he had not awakened the mystery in his womb but already possessed some of the spiritual light from his past life, he would have probably spent his life in a daze in the small town of Renjia Town.

The last time he went astray was just a complete awakening of all his past events, otherwise people would really believe that he was a god in his previous life.

Hearing Song Feng being so rebellious and daring to talk back at this time, the master snorted in anger and stopped talking:
"Anyway, do whatever you want. At worst, I'll just wait for you for a few more decades. I don't believe you can really live forever!"

When he said this, the master seemed to remember something, and then glanced at him with some displeasure:
"The debt you owed in the underworld has caused quite a stir right now. You'd better pray that you can recover quickly."

"If you don't get rid of that thing deep in your soul, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to recover. Tell me, why did you owe it so much back then?"

Hearing that the master had brought the topic here again, even Song Feng couldn't help but slap his head subconsciously:
"Senior, I've already told you that she and I are destined to be together for only one lifetime. After she died, we were no longer destined to be together. She's the one who's been pestering me!"

Hearing Song Feng say this, the master couldn't help but sneer a few times, looking like he was watching a good show:

"Why don't you go and tell her yourself if you have the guts? I've already told you that you're doomed to romance, but you still don't believe me."

"What's the matter? After playing a life-and-death love game with her in the living world, you didn't expect that her true form in the underworld was her, right?"

"Even if you get the Yin-Yang Concentric Method of the Ghost Spirit Sect, what does it matter? Your situation is simply not something that can be solved by that broken method."

"Now you are like sticky rice meeting sticky bean curd. You can't pull it apart or throw it away. You are more unlucky than the old ancestor of the Ghost Spirit Sect. I am waiting to see how you will solve it!"

When he spoke to the end, the master couldn't help but put on an attitude of watching the fun.

He can eat from many families and rely on some broken inheritance to become a genius who can guide the five elements to build the foundation.

A big shot who can change into a human skin and stir up the world in the world of the living.

I wonder if you can go on living. As long as you don’t become an immortal, you will have to go to the underworld sooner or later.

After hearing what the master said, Song Feng couldn't help but sigh, and then said softly:
"Senior, you can't do this. I helped you deliver the pure water of Wangchuan to your disciple in the world of the living."

"That means you will have another talented disciple under your command. Your lineage will be the most prosperous among the three generations of Maoshan in the future."

"You can't burn your bridges after crossing the river. If you beat the cook after dinner, no matter what I do, even if I don't have any credit, I still have worked hard..."

Hearing Song Feng complaining again, the master didn't buy his words. He just snorted a few times and then said:
"You said that. I haven't settled accounts with you yet. If I hadn't covered up what you did in the world, other ghosts would have found out long ago."

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You'd better go to the world of the living and think of a way to live longer."

"I don't have what you want, and even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you!"

When it came to the end, the master seemed very determined, and there was no room for negotiation.

Hearing what the master said, Song Feng couldn't help but say tentatively:
"Is it really impossible? I just want to know how the underworld works after the disappearance of the Heavenly Palace."

"Your Excellency, please just give me a little information, just a little bit..."

When he said this, he stretched out his little finger and made a tiny gesture to show it to his master.

"Besides, you dared to steal the pure water from the Wangchuan River for your grandson, but you are reluctant to tell me even this little bit of non-confidential information."

"Old man, have you been lying to me all along? How about I go and ask that senior from Mount Longhu?"

Hearing Song Feng say this, the master couldn't help but get furious:

"I told you long ago, it wasn't stolen! It wasn't stolen! It was a reward from the King of Hell. Do you understand what it means to be rewarded?"

At the end, the master lost his calm look and clenched his fist fiercely and said to Song Feng:
"Don't use that old guy from Longhu Mountain to pressure me, you bastard. He's powerful in the Heaven Palace, but he's nothing in the underworld!"

"If you have the guts, go ask around. That old guy is now in a lower position than me. He has to follow my orders without hesitation."

"If I don't know this great secret of the underworld, how can he know it?"

When he said this, he changed the subject and said:
"Hey! Don't tell me, I really don't know!"

(End of this chapter)