The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 195 Package Receiver

Speaking of Yin Hansheng, he is a remarkable person.

It was recorded in "Soushen Ji".

It is said that in ancient times Yin Hansheng was just a little beggar under the Wei River Bridge in Chang'an.

It was extremely disrespected at the time.

There were even some people who couldn't stand her so much that they threw feces on her. It could be said that it was extremely miserable.

Then something magical happened.

After Yin Hansheng was splashed with feces by someone, he ran to the city to beg in the blink of an eye.

What’s even more amazing is that the feces that others threw on him magically disappeared, and his clothes were as clean as before.

That would be all.

The most important thing is that when the bailiffs knew its magic, arrested him and wanted to kill him, he disappeared without a trace like many mythological characters.

After he left, the houses of those people who had thrown manure on him collapsed.

Dozens of people were crushed to death at once.

There was a rumor in Chang'an: "If you see a beggar, give him good wine to avoid the blame of ruining his house."

This is the description of Yin Hansheng, a beggar-like immortal figure.

After this.

In the spiritual world, any beggar who has achieved success in his spiritual practice will basically be respectfully called Yin Hansheng.

This is the true style of a master.

Of course, most people who have achieved success in their spiritual practice would not dress themselves up as beggars.

Therefore, I am afraid that the name of Yin Hansheng has long been spread in the world and has long been forgotten by others.

But I didn’t expect that after just one trip, I would actually meet a legendary figure.

Looking at the beggar who was walking towards me unsteadily, his clothes full of patches, trembling with every step.

The fisherman took a step forward, then tightened his grip on the fishing rod and shouted loudly:
"I am a fisherman. I wonder why you are here?"

When he said this, the fisherman's gaze towards Yin Hansheng became very serious.

This beggar is definitely a master!
After hearing what the fisherman said, the old beggar who was walking over unsteadily first glanced at the fisherman, and then smiled at Uncle Jiu next to him:

"I didn't expect that I, an old man, would run into a Taoist master after just taking two steps. I am honored to meet you, fellow Taoists."

When he said this, he paused for a moment, then continued:
"Don't worry, fellow Daoist. You and I are friends, not enemies. There is no need to be too vigilant."

When he said this, Yin Hansheng looked at the fishing rod in the fisherman's hand with a smile.

It looked as if she was not afraid at all that he might suddenly attack her.

Hearing what the old beggar said, the fisherman narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of sharpness in his eyes:

"Whether you are an enemy or not is not something you can just say. If you have something to say, say it now. If you have something to say, fart now!"

As he spoke this, the fisherman held the fishing rod tightly in his hand, and faintly, he seemed to have blood flowing.

Whether it is an enemy or not will be determined later.

But now seeing such a coincidence appearing in such a scene, he doesn't believe it's just an accident.

Seeing the fisherman's alert expression, Yin Hansheng smiled slightly, not looking angry at all:
"Please don't worry, I am here to help you."

When he said this, Yin Hansheng turned his gaze towards where Song Feng was, as if he had recognized that this person was the leader among the crowd:
"Although you fellow Taoists have eliminated the trouble in the Yangtze River, you are unaware of the horror of the Yinshan Mountains."

"Although these people on the Yangtze River have some special skills, they are not people with profound skills after all."

"But the next person on Feihe Mountain is different. He is an old monster who has truly achieved success in cultivation and has a very high level of Taoism."

"Legend has it that the ruler of the Yinshan lineage personally invited this unorthodox sect into the mountain. His strength is terrifying and extraordinary."

"My fellow Taoists, please don't let your temporary victory get you carried away."

Seeing that Yin Hansheng seemed to be really considering this matter for them, the fisherman couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

Not only that.

After Uncle Jiu heard Yin Hansheng say this, he couldn't help but pinch his fingers subconsciously.

It looks like he is planning something.

After hearing what Yin Hansheng said, Song Feng, who had been standing in the middle without saying anything, chuckled:

"Thank you for your advice, if not, we would not have known that there is an evil sect on Feihe Mountain."

When he got here, Song Feng bowed slightly and naturally:
"But since you are here, it means you must have a way to break the impasse."

"We are new here and are unfamiliar with the place. I hope you can give us some guidance..."

Seeing the person in charge, especially Song Feng in front of him was so approachable, he was not angry at all because of this suddenness.

For a moment, the old Yin Hansheng couldn't help but look at this with some surprise, and then said:
"You are really too kind, my friend. I am only here to help you in some small way."

When talking about this person, the old beggar coughed a few times, and then he brought up all the so-called unorthodox sects on Feihe Mountain:
"The old monster sitting in Feihe Mountain is called the Bao Shou Ren. He was previously an oil doctor who roamed among the folk customs in the countryside."

"Who would have thought that after a great opportunity came by chance, the person who received the package made great progress in his cultivation and practiced the righteous Dharma."

"It is said that his cultivation has already reached a very high level, and he is considered a well-known figure in the cultivation world."

"Whether it's the many pustules in his hands or the inheritance of the Yi Yi Ren, his methods are extraordinary."

"Even among the many unorthodox sects, he is considered a well-known figure. With the support of Taoism, he has lived several more years now."

When he finished speaking, Yin Hansheng couldn't help but sigh, and it seemed that he was lamenting the horror of such a package receiver.

I heard the old beggar say this.

The fisherman was slightly stunned, as if he remembered something:
"The recipient? If that's the case, then this matter is a little troublesome."

Most of the people who collect the medicine are from small sects who walk around the countryside, holding banners and carrying medicine bags.

In fact, they have very few means.

Most of the time, they would go to a village and find out that someone had a big lump on his body, or a huge tumor.

These big bags are very scary.

At least on the surface it looks very ugly.

The person who receives the package finds the person with the tumor on his body and puts the person into the bag he carries with him using a special method.

It can basically be regarded as a witchcraft method.

The inspectors who received the packages would at most get two or three coins as a reward, which was enough to keep them from starving to death. However, once people from this folk school achieved success, their methods would become extremely strange.

After all, who knows what types of packages the package receiver has? If you are tricked by him by accident, it would be really uncomfortable.

Seeing the fisherman frowning slightly, Song Feng smiled softly and then said:
"Since you know his details, why don't you gather some fellow Taoists to wipe him out?"

"Anyone can punish those who practice evil and crooked ways. Could it be that you have good intentions and are unwilling to take action?"

When he said the last words, Song Feng looked at the old beggar in front of him, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

For a moment, Song Feng's gaze became even deeper.

After hearing what Song Feng said, the old beggar paused for a moment, then said with a smile:
"I also want to eliminate this great scourge in the world, but now I am old and weak, my energy and blood are exhausted, and I no longer have any means."

"If you are willing to get rid of the person who collected the package on your way north, I would be more than happy to do so. This would be a great thing that would benefit the world."

When he said this, the old beggar took off his ragged clothes which were made of many rags sewn together.

"I see that this fellow Taoist has a strong body. I'm afraid he is the nemesis chosen by the person who collected the package."

"It just so happens that I don't have anything worthwhile to bring as a gift, so I'll give this robe to you to take back for the interview."

Looking at the gray and tattered robe in the old beggar's hand, the fisherman pondered for a moment, then took it:
"In that case, thank you so much, fellow Taoist."

Seeing that the fisherman had already taken the patchwork robe, the old beggar couldn't help but smile:
"You're welcome, you're welcome. I'm just trying to show my humble appreciation."

Looking at this old beggar, he obviously didn't have any special skills, but he made the fisherman so cautious.

Qiu Sheng, who had been observing this place for a while, subconsciously looked at Uncle Jiu:

"Master, what on earth is going on?"

"Could it be that this old beggar also heard the news from Uncle Seventh and came to help?"

This doesn't look like it at all.

And looking at the way the old beggar staggered with every step, one could tell that he was probably an old fellow who would not live long.

What puzzled him the most was why this old guy could stand here peacefully without being discovered by others.

This is the real priority.

Hearing Qiu Sheng's question, Uncle Jiu paused for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at Yin Hansheng:

"Qiu Sheng, don't be rude. Yin Hansheng is an incredible master in the spiritual world, an incredible figure."

"He is clearly giving us advice on how to break the impasse. If he were in mythology or strange stories, he would be considered a deity to some extent."

When he came here, Uncle Jiu took a serious look at the old beggar who had been standing there.

There seemed to be a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

After hearing Uncle Jiu's explanation, Qiu Sheng thought for a moment and seemed to understand something:
"Then what about people like Zuo Ci and Yu Ji? If that's the case, then they really shouldn't be underestimated."

Judging from the many storytellings about gods, demons and monsters that he had heard, this old beggar who could come out specially to give them advice must be of an extraordinary status.

Seeing the fisherman reaching out to take the patchwork robe, Yin Hansheng, who had already walked to the river, shook his head slightly:
"Wow..."

A little water splashed suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, Yin Hansheng could be seen jumping directly into the water, and disappeared completely in a flash under the rippling light waves.

It seems that the scene just now was just like a dream:
"Well, what's going on?"

They walked quickly to the riverside. When the fisherman saw the scene reflected in the crystal, everyone subconsciously clenched their fists:

“…It’s a trick!”

When he said this, he subconsciously pinched the patchwork shirt in his hand, which had been torn for who knows how long.

You know what, although this dress looks a bit ugly, the fabric and quality are really top-notch.

Pinch it in your hand.

Even has a silky feel.

Seeing that Yin Hansheng had disappeared, Song Feng waved his hand gently, seeming to not care:
"Forget it, since this fellow Taoist has left, let's go back and have a good rest."

"Knowledge gained from books is always shallow. Let's wait a few days to see if this hundred-piece clothing can really be used."

"Moreover, I never thought that this so-called Yinshan lineage near the Yangtze River could actually recruit people with great skills."

"It seems that the big flag of Yinshan Sect has now gained some momentum. Interesting, really interesting..."

When he finished speaking, Song Feng also felt it was very interesting, and then he walked towards the fishing house near the Yangtze River on crutches.

It is easy to acquire special skills, but difficult to obtain the true Tao.

Although the spiritual energy in today's cultivation world is declining, any magician who can draw out the spiritual energy can cast spells with the help of the spiritual energy.

But magic and supernatural powers are only based on means.

But the struggle of Taoism is truly a matter of life and death.

Most of the common evil ways rely on one or two strange skills or spells, wasting their own essence and blood to occupy a place or cause trouble.

Those who really have an orthodox mountain sect, who have cultivated magical powers, and who are practicing step by step to improve themselves cannot be small people at all.

Just like the little white dragon.

Even though this little white dragon himself doesn't have any special skills, with his unique skill of floating on water, he can be considered an expert among experts in the water.

Of course, if he came to land, his magic would naturally be broken.

This is also the reason why the road ahead is dangerous.

Even at this moment, even if the fisherman, a master with tremendous strength, were here, he might not be able to keep his balance.

The spiritual world is full of fighting and killing.

Except for the truly recognized giants, most people have to fight before others know their reputation.

So is the King of Thunder and Lightning.

The same is true for Taoist Yimei.

After hearing what the Seventh Uncle said, the fisherman looked at the patchwork robe in his hand in surprise:

"Senior, can you find anything in this piece of clothing? Did the old beggar leave any tricks in it?"

Not only him, but also Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng and the other two subconsciously looked at Uncle Qi.

After all, this is a real master.

Looking at the sharp eyes of several people, Song Feng said slowly:
"He did leave a backup plan, but whether it's for us or for the person who received the package is still unknown..."

(End of this chapter)