The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 186 Fisherman

the other side.

Just when Song Feng and his companions were passing through Wudang Mountain in the Yin-Yang Realm.

I only saw a thin old man who had been sitting cross-legged in the Wudang Patriarch Hall. At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes:
"Hmm? Such a familiar smell..."

Sensing a familiar breath, I saw the old man in an ordinary robe suddenly sit up and then turn around on the spot.

It looks like he is thinking about something.

Finally, after he took two or three more steps, a flash of inspiration came into his mind, and then he suddenly had an epiphany:
"I remember now! Song Feng, it turned out to be you, you bastard!"

Thinking of this, he didn't even care about his demeanor. He took a sword from the side and directly embraced Yin and Yang with both hands. In the blink of an eye, his soul entered the underworld.

at the same time.

All one could see was that inside the Ancestral Hall, which was originally filled with the scent of incense, now it seemed as if a scent of incense had rolled up out of thin air.

The whole hall seemed to have gained a bit of sharpness.

"brush!"

A sharp sword energy suddenly broke through the Yin-Yang Realm, and then fell directly into the Yin-Yang Realm.

Look to the left and right.

When the old man held the sword and looked around majestically, he could no longer find any trace.

The old man snorted coldly, looking as if he was gritting his teeth.
"You old bastard, I didn't expect a bastard like you could live this long. It's true that good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years!"

"I originally thought you had died in some corner, but I didn't expect you to pop up again now."

When he said this, the old man suddenly grabbed with his hand, and vaguely seemed to grab a breeze in the void.

"Okay, okay! It turned out to be the aura of the Shangqing Sect. You are such an old idiot. You actually dared not report the knowledge and concealed the whereabouts of this troublemaker. You will be finished if I don't find you."

When he finished speaking, the old man no longer cared about anything else. He angrily threw out two sword energies and then left the Yin-Yang Realm.

Returned to the ancestral hall.

The old man who had just used the power of the Patriarch Hall to enter the Yin-Yang Realm to block Song Feng still looked a little angry.

I only saw him suddenly come to a bright yellow table next to the ancestral hall, and then he casually picked up a piece of gold foil:

"Okay, okay, I knew that you and this bastard were fighting fiercely, but I didn't expect that even you would stab me in the back."

"Look, I won't write you a letter or send you a book of heaven, scolding you to death!"

When he said this, the old man seemed to think that one was not enough, so he took out two more.

Then, cinnabar was used as ink and wolf hair as brush. The brush strokes were extremely graceful. Three pieces of gold foil were used to write a long and eloquent article:

"go with!"

The old man threw three pieces of gold foil into the cauldron where incense was burning in front of the ancestral hall.

All I saw was that a fire snake suddenly appeared in the furnace, and then burned the three pieces of gold foil to ashes.

at the same time.

The main altar of Shangqing Maoshan is very quiet.

In the side room, there was an old man wearing a light green robe, who looked like an ordinary old man. He was holding a Buddhist scripture and was drowsy.

Just at this time.

I only saw a flash of red light suddenly appear in the originally plain ancestral hall:
"boom!"

The sudden burst of fire frightened the drowsy old man so much that he jumped up.

He even did a backflip for a moment, looking quite strong and healthy:
"Who? Are there any evil spirits attacking the mountain?"

When he said this, he saw flashes of purple light in the originally peaceful room.

"Crack!"

All I saw was a very sharp bolt of lightning, which suddenly appeared in the old man's hand.

Indistinctly, it seemed as if the next moment he would be able to punish on behalf of the heaven and bring down a bolt of lightning!
However, just when he realized something, he slowly suppressed the thunder in his hand:

"I was shocked. I thought that after becoming the head of Maoshan, I would be able to get another great merit for protecting the sect. It turned out to be just a false alarm."

When he said this, the old man was also a little puzzled:
"Why is that skinny monkey from Wudang Mountain sending out divine books in the middle of the night? Doesn't he know that disturbing someone's sleep is a heinous crime?"

Although he was a little puzzled, the old man still walked out of the room, then went into the ancestral hall and took out the three gold foils.

However, when he saw what was written on the three pieces of gold foil, his face turned green.

In fact, when he finished looking at the three pieces of gold foil, his face had a colorful black feeling:

"Shameless old thief, how dare you bully me like this!"

After watching the ending, the old man was so angry that he jumped up and down, and the gold foil in his hand was waving so loudly that the wind whistled.

"When did I recognize the enemy as my father and become an accomplice to the tiger? I even wrote a special article to fight against the enemy. Do you really think that my Lightning Thunder Fist cannot defeat your Pure Yang Wuji Gong?"

Even in the blink of an eye, he seemed to have lost control of his magic power. A flash of lightning flashed and turned the gold foil into powder.

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning outside the door.

It seemed as if there was a loud thunder responding to it.

Finally, after scolding the old thief for a quarter of an hour, the old man seemed to come to his senses:

"That's not right? According to Song Feng's habit of stirring up trouble, if he hadn't killed me last time, he should have gone wherever there was fun."

"He should have gone to the north to stir up trouble and stir up a storm. Why does this old man think that I, Maoshan, am colluding with him? No, I have to ask that old man right away."

When he said this, the old man casually took out a piece of gold foil, and then, with his pen moving quickly, it seemed as if he wanted to extend a cordial greeting to the old man opposite.

Just look at what he wrote at the beginning:
"White-haired bastard, old thief with gray beard..."

the other side.

Uncle Jiu, who was following Song Feng and speeding up his pace, was a little surprised:

"Logically speaking, the Yin-Yang Realm near the Wudang Mountain Dojo should be the safest. Why did Seventh Uncle leave so quickly?"

"Could it be that there is some danger here that I don't know about?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu's curious expression, Mama's feet were full of air:

"We should just follow whatever our seniors do. We have even been to Wudang Mountain. Is there anything more dangerous than Wudang Mountain?"

Seeing how Mama was being so servile, Uncle Jiu suddenly didn't want to talk to him anymore. After all, how could a mere rookie like you interfere in the communication between great wizards?

Although he knew that going north to a group fight would be fun, Uncle Nine felt that this trip might actually be the end of the world.

Don't say anything else.

Even if he followed his uncle, he could see many things he had never seen before, let alone Qiu Sheng. If Qiu Sheng followed his uncle on the entire journey north, his experience in the martial arts world would definitely be greatly improved.

In this regard, Seventh Uncle is quite awesome.

As he continued to follow his seventh uncle north, he saw that his ninth uncle, who had just looked a little strange, suddenly changed his expression:
"Oh no! A great wizard is casting a spell in mid-air!"

At this moment, Uncle Jiu suddenly took out the copper coin sword, and then pointed his finger slightly into the air in the distance, using blood to attract blood:
"go with!"

As he cried out softly.

Immediately afterwards, a sword light as bright as the moon was seen, which suddenly slashed towards the distance.

However, something magical happened.

When his sword light reached the distant Yin-Yang Realm, it suddenly dissipated in the air, as if it had lost all its magic power.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu's face changed drastically. Then, he formed seals with his hands and actually pinched out a golden Bagua.

Afterwards, his fingers kept drawing in the air, and he actually drew one talisman after another that was shining with light blue light in the void.

One after another, talismans appeared out of thin air.

Faintly, it was actually complementing the Bagua that he was holding in his hand with the Three Mountains Technique, guarding all directions.

Mama and Qiu Sheng were so frightened that they huddled together to take it, and Nuan was trembling.

"What's going on? Why did Master suddenly get so angry? Uncle, you are well-informed, so you should know the answer, right?"

Qiu Sheng and his mother hugged each other, each holding a red string, and they looked like two quails.

However, after hearing Qiu Sheng's question, Mama trembled and held on to the red rope, not daring to let go:

"Your master was able to use his power to perform the fundamental magic of the talisman lineage. It seems that he is a remarkable person."

"Let's just wait and see the results. If your master can't handle it, we two definitely can't handle it."

"If all else fails, let's turn to our Seventh Uncle. At least he can protect our lives."

However, just as the two of them were whispering beside them, supporting Uncle Jiu spiritually.

All that could be seen was that Uncle Nine, who had used his magic power to really fight with others, had a look of doubt on his face:

"Why did you withdraw suddenly?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu's performance, Mamadi and Qiu Sheng also noticed something. Then, Qiu Sheng asked softly:
"Master, what's going on? Is there really some monster that you can't deal with?"

After hearing Qiu Sheng say this, Uncle Jiu sensed it again and found that the other party was not chasing him, so he restrained his magic power.

Then, with a look of heartache on his face, he hid the many talismans he had drawn into the void:

"The one who came here to investigate might be a great wizard from Mount Wudang."

"This senior who came here to investigate should have no ill will towards us. He retreated after sensing the pure power in me."

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Qiu Sheng and Mamadi let go of each other's hands in disgust, and then each of them guarded Uncle Jiu.

It turned into the same scene as before, with Uncle Jiu holding the copper coin sword and breaking through the wind to clear the way, while two people were protecting him on the left and right.

"In that case, the Wudang senior is pretty good..."

Qiu Sheng's cultivation was not high enough, and he was not qualified to be involved in such a battle of wits across the air, so he did not understand the matter clearly.

But after hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Mamadi's expression became a little strange:
"If I remember correctly, the old senior in front seemed to be at odds with the one on Mount Wudang..."

Before Mama could say anything, she saw Song Feng, who was walking in front, suddenly waved his sleeves and put everyone in the shadows:

"Wow..."

The next moment, the world of Yin and Yang suddenly began to spin.

Just a blink of an eye.

The people who were just walking in the Yin-Yang Realm suddenly felt their bodies sink, and their magic power became difficult to mobilize.

Feeling this change, Uncle Nine was the first to speak:
"We have returned to the world of the living!"

Looking in all directions, they saw that they had appeared in a pavilion in the middle of the lake.

What is even more magical is that there is indeed a pavilion in the center of the lake, but there is no space inside the pavilion. Instead, there is a large ancient well.

Looking at this ancient well that was exactly the same as the one in the corpse-driving inn, Uncle Jiu immediately understood the cause and effect here:
"So this is the exit of the corpse-driving road."

Seeing them suddenly appear on the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Qiu Sheng seemed a little confused:

"Where have we been?"

Looking at the somewhat confused Qiu Sheng and his mother, Uncle Jiu subconsciously moved his fingers and even observed the Feng Shui of the four directions.

After observing for a while, he said uncertainly:
"If I'm not mistaken, we are already near the Yangtze River..."

Hearing Uncle Jiu say this, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Near the Yangtze River? How is that possible?"

The Yangtze River is an unknown number of miles away from their Renjia Town.

If that was the case, then they only took a few steps on the corpse-driving road, and even turned a corner in the middle, and arrived near the Yangtze River?
This is amazing!

"If we take a few more steps on this road, won't we be able to go anywhere in the world?"

When he thought about the last moment, Qiu Sheng also had some wild ideas.

It's no wonder he's thinking too much.

Mainly because of this method that seemed so close yet so far away, he was really shocked.

This is really no different from what the storyteller said, a magical method like traveling to the North Sea in the morning and staying in Cangwu in the evening.

Hearing Qiu Sheng's words, Uncle Jiu shook his head:

"How can it be that simple? In such an environment with declining spiritual energy, there are only a few Yin-Yang roads in the world that can be preserved so well."

"What's more, if it weren't for our seventh uncle clearing the way, we would have been lost long ago."

"How can a Yin-Yang Road like this one, which has the ability to make a world of difference, be so simple?"

While they were chatting, they saw a small black-sailed boat suddenly appear upstream in the river in the distance.

Looking towards the boat, I saw an old man wearing a straw raincoat and holding a fishing rod sitting on the bow.

When they saw the old man, the old man also saw them.

Then, the black-sailed boat was seen moving towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake without anyone rowing it, miraculously.

"Hey, boatman, we are here~"

Seeing the small boat coming, Qiu Sheng also shouted loudly. After all, who would want to swim when they can take a boat?
The boat stopped right next to the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Then, the old man in a straw raincoat picked up his fishing rod and bowed slightly to Song Feng:

"Sir, I have been waiting for a long time..."

(End of this chapter)