The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 191: Destroy the Family
Seeing the look in the fisherman's eyes, Uncle Jiu immediately understood why he was hesitating.

He just bowed slightly, then said seriously:
"Don't worry, fellow Daoist. Since we are coming to the north, we are naturally determined to make a decision."

"What's more, everyone here can kill the evildoers, so we naturally don't have any psychological burden."

He naturally understood that the fisherman had already seen that he came from a noble and upright family.

But it was precisely because of this that the fisherman hesitated, because he was afraid that they would fail at this moment.

After all, who knows whether the people from famous and upright families are proud of their own extraordinary status and therefore unwilling to associate with them?
Or is there anyone who is very stubborn and refuses to have blood on his hands.

These are all problems.

After all, not everyone in the famous and upright families has a very open mind, and some people are really stubborn.

"Okay, okay, since you already have a plan in mind, I would like to thank you for your help."

When he said this, the fisherman seemed very happy:

"In that case, let's go to Gouhun'ao, which is the closest place to here. That evil demon Gouhun has been running rampant here for a long time."

"Although I didn't like him before, they were so powerful before, and since we are in the same boat, I can only stay out of the spotlight for the time being."

"Now, I can take advantage of the power of my predecessor to clear out the enemies here and pave the way for my return to practice in the future."

When he said this, the fisherman seemed very sincere and frank, and he did not hide his true intentions at all.

After hearing what the fisherman said, Uncle Jiu did not comment on it. After all, no one is selfless:

"Then fellow Daoist, let's set off."

Seeing that Uncle Jiu had packed up his things, the fisherman picked up his fishing rod, put on his backpack, and headed downstream:

"Next we will go to Gouhun'ao. The first person we will deal with is the old Gouhun demon. This old thing has the Gouhun disc in his hand."

"He is best at casting spells in mid-air and disturbing people's minds. It is precisely because of this that he often relies on his own magic power to blackmail the wealthy families around him."

When he said this, the fisherman paused, looking a little unhappy:

"If he was just extorting money from rich families, it would be fine, but he actually pretended to be an ordinary poor farmer and practiced the art of luring children into the Soul-Greeding Valley."

"Nowadays, Gouhun'ao has become a forbidden place that is passed down by word of mouth among the surrounding villagers and cannot be entered."

"It really makes us, the people living on the Yangtze River, lose a good place to fish and catch shrimps!"

With the fisherman leading the way, a few people naturally followed along.

After all, there is no point in dividing the troops.

This time when they moved forward, the fisherman's idea was to push through them all at once, with the main goal of leaving no trace behind.

If you hand things over to someone else, what if that person is soft-hearted or has received some favor from you?

So wasn't he the one that the enemy came looking for in the end?

Although he had not studied with his seniors for a long time, he had learned thoroughly about such things as cutting the grass at its roots and killing people to eradicate the roots.

Either don’t kill, or kill them all.

Once it involves one's own fundamental issues, one cannot fully trust even one's own subordinates.

The fluttering sleeves rustled in the night.

At this moment, Song Feng just followed the fisherman leisurely, looking very calm:

"The hook disc you mentioned, could it be the left-handed soul-hooking disc technique?"

Hearing the senior's question, the fisherman quickly replied:
"Senior, this is exactly the method! However, the soul-catching demon has mastered this method to a very high level, and has become a master of this method."

"As long as you press the drawn hook disc into the target's quiet room, you can seduce the soul."

"Even some of the Taoist friends who have achieved great success in cultivation have fallen into his trap..."

After hearing what the fisherman said, Song Feng nodded, as if he remembered something:
"This hook disc is so broken that it can't be considered a great technique. It seems that you must have already prepared a lot of defenses against them..."

Hearing what the senior said, the fisherman smiled slightly, looking very pleased with himself:

"Although my skills have always been in real sword and gun fighting, but I still have to have some tricks to survive in the martial arts world."

"When a famous and upright sect like Fellow Daoist Yimei travels the world, he is not afraid of most spells and plots. The disciples of large sects all have a great accumulation of spells."

"But for a wandering wuxia artist like this, who relies on magic to survive, it's OK if outsiders don't know about it. If they know the details, they can easily crack it."

"I have been keeping an eye on this old soul-snatching demon for a long time. This time I will definitely break his soul-snatching trap and destroy one of the minions of Yinshan in the north!"

When he spoke to the end, the fisherman seemed very serious.

On the one hand, he really had wanted to kill this enchanting old demon for a long time, and on the other hand, he also wanted to speak up for his predecessor.

How could anyone dare to betray such a good person like my senior?

If he were to catch that bastard, he would sever all his meridians, capture his soul and refine his spirit, and torture him in a lantern for decades.

Hearing the praise from the fisherman, Uncle Jiu seemed very calm, and then he slightly bowed:
"It's just relying on the influence of our ancestors."

When he said this, he subconsciously glanced at his mother who was walking beside them with her head down.

I don’t know if we are brothers, but there seems to be some special connection between us.

Just as Uncle Jiu looked up at him, Mom also subconsciously looked up at Uncle Jiu.

For a moment, the two looked at each other.

Originally, Mom had been trying to lower her sense of presence.

But when he saw Uncle Jiu's gaze this time, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

After all, he really was a drag on Maoshan.

"Hahahaha... Fellow Daoist, you are too kind. In fact, famous sects also have few truly outstanding talents."

"You are truly a genius, even among all the sects, you are a leader."

Seeing Uncle Jiu's disappointed look, the senior brother's mother also spoke up to change the embarrassing topic.

Keep moving forward in silence.

After a while, everyone arrived at a very large depression.

It is called Aozi, but it is actually a tributary.

It’s just that the tributaries here are relatively large, and seem to have a sense of the twists and turns of the Yellow River.

But what's amazing is.

The water flow in the jacket seemed very calm, and even the valley was full of picturesque scenery. At first glance, you could tell that it was a place with abundant water and grass.

"This is a really good piece of land. If we can fish and catch shrimp here, it can support the livelihood of several families!"

As soon as he arrived here, Uncle Jiu subconsciously used the secret technique of Feng Shui to explore the Feng Shui of this place.

"What a pity that such a good place is occupied by a shady sect. It really ruins the feng shui!"

When he said this, Uncle Jiu subconsciously touched the peach wood sword on his back.

Looking up at the sky from afar, even without opening his third eye, he could still feel the arc of light in the sky by just squinting slightly.

This arc of light is nothing else.

But it's real resentment.

If there is such resentment in such a Feng Shui treasure land, isn't it just like having a big bowel movement in such a beautiful place?
Seeing Uncle Jiu's actions, the fisherman couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

This fellow Taoist is the one who truly follows the right path.

If he hadn't said anything here, this Taoist friend would probably take the peach wood sword and go to eliminate the evil spirit.

Where did the senior find this kind of person?
This is really strange.

Thinking of this, he took out a small bamboo tube from his pocket:
"My fellow Taoists, please don't be anxious. There are hidden traps in the Soul-Snatching Aozi. I will break them one by one."

When he said this, he opened the bamboo tube and blew gently a few times.

As he blew gently.

I could only see a faint glow of fire inside the bamboo tube:

"I have prepared this mugwort for a long time!"

When he said this, the fisherman held up the fire starter made of mugwort and walked forward.

At one of those moments.

All that was seen was the smoke from the mugwort on the fire starter in his hand suddenly drifting towards one of the locations.

Even took a walk around the place.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu finally understood what the fisherman was up to:
"Fellow Taoist has an idea. He uses the scent of mugwort to lure the remaining ghosts and monsters in the valley and guide them to reveal the location of the hook disc. This is truly a great talent!"

The mugwort incense itself is used to offer sacrifices to gods.

Some ghosts and gods like the scent of grass and mugwort. Ghosts and gods in ancient times all liked to smell this kind of incense.

Although they didn't bring any incense or candles at this moment.

But it was obvious that the Taoist friend in front of him directly used the mugwort incense to judge the hidden tricks of the soul-catching Taoist.

He walked a few steps forward, and then he casually grabbed a small crescent-shaped sign, only the size of a finger, from the tree trunk next to him:
"You are too kind, fellow Daoist. He is just relying on the incomplete inheritance in the hands of this old man. These are just some remaining methods of ghosts and monsters."

When he said this, he grabbed the small sign, opened the fish basket, and threw the sign in:

"Fellow Taoist, please come in!"

When he said this, he took advantage of the scent of the mugwort and found three deeply hidden wooden tablets in the depression.

Finally, we moved forward.

They saw a wooden house that was also built in the depression.

However, compared to the fisherman’s wooden house that was built in the sun, this house was actually built on the shady side of the mountain.

More importantly, the shady side of the mountain is filled with windowless wooden houses, like specially designed dark rooms.

Seeing the house, the fisherman nodded, then grabbed his fishing rod:
"Would you like to go down and take a look? I am going to fight and draw blood. Do you have any taboos?"

As long as one has not made real progress in practicing magic, there are basically some taboos in practicing it.

For example, some cannot eat during the amendment period, some cannot eat beef, and some cannot touch blood.

There are many, many kinds.

Some Taoists, without knowing it, encountered taboos in their practice and had their magic spells broken, which led to their unfortunate deaths in various places.

This can only be called fate.

Seeing the fisherman pick up his fishing rod and go down the mountain, Uncle Jiu glanced at Qiu Sheng beside him, then walked forward:
"Let us, Master and Disciple, go down together with you. It is proper for young people to gain more experience and go through hardships."

Seeing the gaze of his master, Qiu Sheng had no choice but to be forced to follow his master.

After all, a horse will die if it is chased high.

Although this is not really a distance where you have to run a dead horse, it is still very far, okay?

Seeing Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng go down directly, Mommy just stood there motionless:

"I won't go down here. It's covered in blood. I'm a little scared looking at it."

Seeing how lazy Mama was, Uncle Jiu no longer had any intention of educating him.

My senior brother is useless.

Standing on the mountain and looking down, Song Feng watched the three of them leave, and his eyes narrowed slightly:
"The bloody storm is about to begin, but I don't know how much blood will be on my hands this time."

"Alas... I'm getting old, and I've become a little more compassionate. This doesn't seem like a good sign..."

Seeing Uncle Seven sighing here, Mommy subconsciously shrank her head and didn't dare to say anything:
"Senior, you are still strong and healthy."

He didn't dare to respond casually. After all, those who truly understood cultivation knew that there were obstacles and disasters at every step of the way.

Among them, the loss of self-awareness is also a disaster in spiritual practice.

There has always been a saying about having a pure heart in spiritual practice.

This innocent heart means being able to maintain a young and healthy mentality no matter when, where, or under any circumstances.

Don't leave any extra emotions in your heart.

Only in this way can one practice peacefully.

But the problem is, as the Qi and blood deplete, the spirit and soul become confused, and as one gets older, the feeling of weakness will also affect the spirit.

This is why many elderly people feel they are old and useless.

People who have achieved success in spiritual practice do not think they are old. Even if they are in their seventies or eighties, most of them still have a young mentality.

Logically speaking, with the senior's previous level of cultivation, it would be impossible for him to say such a thing.

When thinking of the last part, Mama's pupils shrank:
"I'm afraid the injury you suffered is not as simple as it seems on the surface. I'm afraid it has really touched your mind!"

If this is the case, then the blood on his hands might be another way of brushing away the dust on the spirit platform.

Use the rolling blood to wash away the ignorance of the soul.

How many people will this kill?
Just by thinking about it, my mother could feel the rush of blood when heads fell down one after another.

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to speak again.

Then, he just watched quietly as the three people below went about subduing demons and eliminating evil spirits to defend the way of justice.

Only a quarter of an hour passed.

Then, Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng, and Diaoyu Sou were seen walking towards them from a distance.

When Song Feng felt the murderous aura from Diaoyu, he nodded slightly:
"Let's go to the next stop..."

After hearing what the senior said, the fisherman nodded, and then led the way to another path:
"Once the hook disc of this soul-catching old demon loses its effect, it will be nothing more than an ordinary evil trick. But what happens next will be different."

(End of this chapter)