The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 174: Strange Curse

After hearing what Uncle Seven said, Qiu Sheng ran over and looked at the rag doll in front of him:

"Wow, what an ugly doll!"

When he said this, Qiu Sheng didn't hesitate at all and reached out to grab the rag doll.

However, just as his hand touched the rag doll, he saw some kind of mysterious aura slowly spreading from the rag doll.

"Hey Hey……"

An inexplicable and strange laughter suddenly came from the doll.

However, when the auras on the doll were about to invade Qiu Sheng's body, it just gave him a heavy hand:
"……ah!!"

A shrill cry like that of a baby suddenly sounded.

Then, the rag doll that had a strange aura just now was grabbed by Qiu Sheng and kneaded wantonly:

"Little thing, you still want to plot against me, but with your ability, you are far from it."

When he said this, Qiu Sheng took out a piece of yellow cloth from his waist very skillfully.

Then he bit his finger, quickly wrote the decree on it, and drew a simple spell to block the breath:
“…Go!”

As soon as he finished drawing the talisman, he directly covered the doll with the yellow cloth and wrapped it into a yellow cloth ball.

After making sure that the ugly rag doll was really immobilized, Qiu Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief:

"This thing is so weird. If I hadn't changed my state in time, I would have suffered a great loss!"

When he said this, Qiu Sheng stretched out the hand that he had just grabbed the doll.

Looking closely, one could see that there was a very faint breath brewing on his fingers.

Even as time passed, that strange aura seemed to become deeper and deeper.

Looking at the aura that had been in Qiu Sheng's hand and could not be driven away for the time being, Song Feng shook his head gently, and then spoke slowly:
"Be careful when doing things, don't grab everything with your hands. This time I will just teach you a lesson."

"Although the Yin-Yang Concentricity Technique is a remarkable spell, it is not invincible..."

After hearing what his seventh uncle had to say, Qiu Sheng felt somewhat guilty as he looked at the dark energy emanating from his finger.

"Thank you for your advice, Uncle Seventh. I won't be so reckless in the future. This little rag doll is really a bit weird."

When he said the last words, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but feel relieved.

Fortunately, he used the Yin-Yang Concentric Method in time to change his own condition and let Xiaoyu help him.

Otherwise, he might really be hurt by the strange aura from the doll.

He had been using the Yin-Yang Concentric Method to charge forward, and this journey was too smooth, which made him a little careless for a while.

Now this rag doll just happened to be a wake-up call for him.

Seeing that Qiu Sheng seemed to have learned something from this and became a little humble, Song Feng nodded:
"Now that we have the stuff, let's go back and take a look. It won't be too late to sell the glass and other items when we are done."

"The most important thing now is to ask your master to help expel this aura."

"You can show off your power in front of ordinary mages, but you are nothing but a jack of all trades in front of people with great power..."

Although the Yin-Yang Concentric Method is very powerful, it is not invincible.

It can be seen from the fact that it is just a side door magic that this magic still has great restrictions.

However, there are many sects in the world today that have true immortal heritage, and the Yin-Yang Concentric Method can only be described as a miracle.

Fortunately, Qiu Sheng did not put all his hopes on the Yin-Yang Concentric Method.

He can still learn the true magic of Maoshan from his uncle Jiu, so he can be said to have inherited two arts.

After hearing what Uncle Seven said, Qiu Sheng nodded in agreement, and even prepared to run away without packing his things:
"Yes, yes, Seventh Uncle, let's go back to find Master as soon as possible. I feel my fingers are a little numb."

When he said the last word, Qiu Sheng's face instantly turned bitter.

What kind of human suffering is this?
I originally thought that this was just an ordinary broken doll, so what if it was a little special.

Now it seems that it was not just an ordinary doll, but a killer hidden inside it.

He is the unlucky guy who was deceived.

At the end, he pointed his finger and said helplessly to his uncle:
"Seventh Uncle, next time you teach me the truth, you can use some relatively gentle methods."

Seeing Qiu Sheng's embarrassed expression, Song Feng walked slowly out of the secret room with his cane:

"You are such a fool that you dare to touch anything. I told you to seal it up, but you still dare to do it with your hands."

"It seems that you are still too young. You need to learn more from Ajiu and experience the dangers of the world..."

He looked at his seventh uncle's departing figure, and then at the rag doll that he had sealed in the cloth bag.

For a moment, Qiu Sheng stretched out his numb fingers and followed his seventh uncle's footsteps with a bitter face:

"I have seen the dangers of the martial world. I will learn to be more cautious in the future."

Ask for directions when you come.

But when they go back, they just need to follow the memories of when they came.

Of course.

As a wheelchair with its own seat, Song Feng naturally sat in it, moving forward with the push of the paper man.

Because his fingers were becoming more and more numb, Qiu Sheng ran over quickly, looking like a loser.

"crunch~"

The door was pushed open by Qiu Sheng in an instant.

Then, Uncle Jiu, who had already taken off his coat and washed up, looked at the two people who were approaching with a look of surprise:
"Why did you come back so late?"

When he said this, Uncle Jiu looked at Qiu Sheng's finger with a strange expression:

"…Are you planning to give me a surprise?"

Feeling the evil aura on Qiu Sheng's fingers, Uncle Jiu slowly grabbed the peach wood sword beside the table.

It even got tighter and tighter, as if it was going to attack Qiu Sheng in the next moment.

Looking at Uncle Jiu's strange expression, and then at the peach wood sword he was holding tightly, Qiu Sheng said with a sad face:
"Master, I've been ambushed, please save me!"

Looking at Qiu Sheng's pitiful appearance, and then looking at the smiling Seventh Uncle behind him, Uncle Nine snorted coldly:
"What on earth happened tonight? Tell me honestly, don't exaggerate." After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Qiu Sheng reluctantly told him everything that happened tonight.

It is relatively neutral from beginning to end and does not add any of my own ideas.

But it was also because of this that when Uncle Nine heard Qiu Sheng dare to use his hands to grab what Uncle Seven said publicly, his face turned black:

"Okay, okay, you are awesome, Qiu Sheng. You are such a bastard that never changes!"

When he said this, Uncle Jiu picked up the peach wood sword and chopped it down fiercely at Qiu Sheng.

Looking at the momentum, it feels like he is trying to split Mount Huashan with all his strength.

Seeing the peach wood sword falling down and the whistling sound of the wind, Qiu Sheng's face changed drastically, and then he rolled and crawled away from the attack range of Uncle Jiu's peach wood sword:
"Master, be careful. I am your disciple, not a zombie or a ghost. If I get hit, I will be dead..."

Seeing Qiu Sheng dodging his peach wood sword again and again in danger, Uncle Jiu said unhappily:
"The first lesson I taught you was that even a lion fighting a rabbit should use all his strength, and be cautious in everything he does."

At this point, Uncle Jiu no longer attacked as if for fun, but instead used some real strength:
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

He held the peach wood sword horizontally and did not use the blade of the sword, but used the back of the sword to hit Qiu Sheng's soft flesh again and again as he tried to dodge:

"Ah! Master, it hurts!"

"Oh oh oh, I give in..."

"..."

Seeing Qiu Sheng screaming in pain after being beaten, Uncle Jiu's hands moved continuously, and he even added a few more moves.

It feels like the sword fight on Mount Huashan.

Seeing Qiu Sheng screaming there, Uncle Jiu snorted coldly:
"After all this time, don't you know Seventh Uncle's character?"

"When there's danger, Uncle Seven hides away faster than anyone else. Uncle Seven himself doesn't even want to touch that broken baby, and you dare to grab it with your hands?"

"Do you think you have a strong life, or do you think I, your master, can solve any problem for you?"

Uncle Jiu became angrier and angrier as he spoke. The peach wood sword in his hand turned into a whip and he hit Qiu Sheng with it.

In the past, Qiu Sheng had not yet entered the Taoist sect, so a beating was enough.

Now that Qiu Sheng's Taoism is deep enough, Uncle Jiu can also fight for real, and every ounce of his strength really hits Qiu Sheng.

"...Okay, sit down first. Let me take a look at your wounds. This will be considered as a chance to get in touch with the Western cultivation system."

After Uncle Jiu vented his anger and dealt with Qiu Sheng enough, he sat down directly.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu stopped beating him, Qiu Sheng took a deep breath and sat down on the chair carefully:

“Hiss… Ouch!”

As a result, his butt was hit hard because he sat on the chair, and he almost jumped up in pain.

But after a while, he slowly sat down on the chair. After all, the master still had to check his wound.

Looking at Qiu Sheng's outstretched finger, Uncle Jiu took out a talisman and then wrapped it around that finger:

"The sky is clear and the earth is clear. The Supreme Command, hurry!"

As he gently formed the spell, the talisman in Qiu Sheng's hand began to slowly change color.

"Bah!"

In a short while, the talisman had turned as black as ink and looked extremely miserable.

Seeing this talisman that had been corroded and turned black, Uncle Jiu frowned slightly:

“Is this the curse of the West?”

When I looked at Qiu Sheng's fingers, I saw that the black energy on his hands was not as thick anymore.

But the problem was that there seemed to be a faint dark line on his finger, and it seemed as if it wanted to spread through his finger and onto his body.

"Wow, Master, what's going on? Why is it getting worse?"

Looking at the black line that appeared on his finger, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but look a little surprised.

"I just touched and scratched the rag doll, how did it get stained with such a horrible thing?"

Seeing Qiu Sheng looking at the black line on his finger, Uncle Jiu shook his head, then stretched out his hand and said to Qiu Sheng:
"Take out your doll. The problem is still with it."

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Qiu Sheng took out the rag doll wrapped in yellow cloth and placed it in Uncle Jiu's hand:
"Master, here it is."

Looking at the rag doll wrapped in yellow cloth, Uncle Jiu snorted and said:
"You know how to use spells to isolate the aura, so you're not stupid. But if you were so cautious at the beginning, how could you have been ambushed?"

When he said this, Uncle Nine glanced at Uncle Seven who was sitting nearby watching the fun.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's gaze, Song Feng shook his head, and then said softly:
"This is not my fault..."

Seeing that this old man was determined to shamelessly let him solve this thing, Uncle Jiu snorted:
"Then you can just watch from the side. As a master, I can be of some use sometimes."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu openly and openly lifted the yellow cloth in front of Song Feng.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's actions, Qiu Sheng, whose fingers already felt a little, couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Master, be careful. You can't touch this thing casually!"

As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, one will be afraid of ropes for ten years. Qiu Sheng, who suffered a loss, is naturally more vigilant at this moment.

However, after hearing Qiu Sheng's exclamation, Uncle Jiu calmly opened the yellow cloth and took out the doll:
"Danger depends on the person. As long as you have a deep enough level of Taoism, even if someone has secretly attacked you, you won't be hurt at all."

When saying this, Uncle Jiu held the rag doll in one hand, which looked very natural.

The whole person has the bearing of a master who is superior to all others in the world.

See this scene.

Looking at the rag doll that had just plotted against him, he didn't dare to show any strange signs at this moment.

For a moment, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but sigh:
"I didn't expect this thing to bully the weak and fear the strong. It turns out that you, Master, are really very skilled!"

Hearing Qiu Sheng's praise, the corners of Uncle Jiu's mouth couldn't help but slightly curl up.

Seeing this scene and looking at Uncle Jiu's masterly demeanor, Song Feng turned his gaze to Uncle Jiu's left hand which was holding the Lingguan Jue.

There seemed to be a hint of smile in his eyes:
"Ajiu is really good at practicing!"

(End of this chapter)