The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 199: A Lineage of Incense

Seeing the package receiver in front of him being so uncivilized and spitting right up at him, Uncle Jiu quickly dodged to the side.

However, something magical happened.

Under normal circumstances, Uncle Jiu would dodge to the side and swing the peach wood sword in his hand around, so he could dodge even hidden weapons.

Who would have thought that when Uncle Jiu dodged the spit of the package receiver, the spit split apart like flowers scattered by a fairy.

It even emits a little faint light.

One glance at it tells you it's not something to be trifled with.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu became serious, then made a sword flower, silently recited scriptures, and then extinguished many dim lights:
"Heaven and earth, bless you!"

However, just after Uncle Jiu extinguished all the dim lights with his great magic power, he took a look at the peach wood sword in his hand.

"What a filthy thing, what a vicious spell!"

Looking towards the peach wood sword, he saw that the peach wood sword, which should have been emitting the light that could ward off evil spirits, had completely dimmed.

There seemed to be some kind of filthy power moving around, like something ominous.

Seeing that the magic weapon in Uncle Jiu's hand could not be used, the person who received the package took a few steps back, grabbed his sleeve, and his face was a little solemn:

"Who are you all? Don't you have any sense of morality and rules? Aren't you really afraid that the Yinshan clan will come and destroy the mountain and the temple?"

When he said this, he carefully sensed the courtyard.

However, at this moment, the courtyard that was originally very lively has slowly become deserted.

He had a very thorough understanding of his disciples. These people basically had no special abilities, and he did not teach them any real skills.

It is precisely because of this that the people in that room have probably been defeated by these people.

Now I am the only one who still has the means.

"The ethics and rules of the martial arts world? Do unorthodox sects still care about these?"

When he said this, Uncle Jiu casually threw the peach wood sword, which had gradually become dirty, to the ground.

Faintly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of reluctance.

He spent a huge amount of money and old peach wood to make this peach wood sword, and it took him 49 days to consecrate it.

Although this thing is not a powerful magic weapon.

But to be honest, this kind of peach wood sword that can ward off evil spirits is more useful than ordinary magical tools. It is simply a treasure for Taoist spellcasting.

Who would have thought that he would be ruined by a mouthful of Beggar's secret technique from the package collector in front of him.

It makes me feel a little uncomfortable just thinking about it.

This person is too ungentlemanly!

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, the recipient knew that this trip would not end well. For a moment, he became serious:
"Since you guys have come to my door, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Thinking of this, the person who received the package couldn't help but become fierce, and then he took out a palm-sized cloth bag from his waist:
"You all have to die!"

When talking about this person, he just stretched out his big hand and opened the small bag directly, then pinched the back of the bag in a very strange way and chanted:

"Big bags, big bags, I take them in and dissipate them. If the disease doesn't go away, it will turn into big bags again. Go!"

As he chanted the incantation and made seals with his hands, a stream of black gas suddenly flew out from the palm-sized pocket.

The dark aura is inescapable.

At first it was just a wisp of black air, but when it fell into the air, it turned into a ball of black mist in the blink of an eye.

This black fog is very troublesome.

The moment it appeared, it set its sights on Uncle Jiu, and it seemed as if it wanted to devour him whole.

This thing is neither evil nor a ghost.

There is no such evil appearance.

But there was a huge black fog spreading.

It is indeed an extraordinary thing, a very mysterious method!
Seeing the spreading black fog, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but be shocked, as if he had discovered something:
“…This is actually a disease!”

When he said this, Uncle Jiu stepped back a few steps subconsciously, putting some distance between himself and the black fog.

For a moment, the solemn expression on his face could no longer be concealed:
"It's really a good trick!"

In today's spiritual world, most of the magicians' skills are focused on opening an altar and preparing materials in advance.

If faced with a sudden crisis, most mages only have one or two small tricks to deal with the emergency.

Originally, they had planned to go directly to Feihe Mountain with this intention, in order to eliminate the person who received the package by surprise.

I didn't expect he had this ability.

Without opening the altar or performing any rituals, he was able to collect the disease energy of ordinary people into the cloth bag he carried with him.

This is a remarkable method.

Turn nothing into something.

If he had really mastered this thing in the ancient times when spiritual energy was abundant, it would have been a truly extraordinary plague weapon.

This stuff is amazing.

To a certain extent, it is even more sinister than some very powerful magical weapons of unorthodox sects.

If the spell cast by a magic weapon can be dispelled by corresponding means.

But illness is different.

The disease energy collected from many people's bodies, who knows what kind of weird thing will be formed when so much disease energy merges together?

Before practitioners reach a further level, most of them are just mortal beings.

Even though Uncle Jiu had already gotten rid of the turbid air in his body and replaced it with clear and spiritual energy, he couldn't help but retreat at this moment.

This is really deadly stuff.

If the body is infected by this disease and contracted by illness or plague, then the path of cultivation will be filled with twists and turns!

Thinking of this, I saw Uncle Jiu suddenly take off the bright yellow robe he was wearing, then put it in front of him and quickly kneaded it with his hands.

Brushing, brushing, brushing.

Then, he bit his finger and quickly drew a spell on it:

"go with!"

At the end, he formed a palm with his hand, formed a hand seal, and slapped it heavily on the bright yellow robe:

"call……"

A golden Bagua suddenly flew out from the bright yellow robe, and then turned into a breeze, blowing back the mist.

See the sickness coming backwards.

The person who received the package couldn't help but change his expression. Then, he subconsciously dropped the bag in his hand and dodged.

"Zizzizi..."

The black fog was blown onto an ancient tree nearby.

Then, the ancient tree seemed to be corroded, and the originally green leaves turned yellow. Even the roots of the tree lost their color, as if they were dead of old age.

Seeing this scene, even the old fisherman who had been sitting on the sidelines, acting as the main force, couldn't help but change his expression:
"What a sinister thing!"

However, after seeing the recipient quickly avoid the black fog, Song Feng smiled:
"This disease energy may seem extraordinary, but it is a consumable item after all. This bag of disease energy is probably the result of his accumulation over many years."

“Although this method is not bad, without the training of magic tools and the cultivation of related magic spells, it is ultimately not worthy of being accepted by the elite…”

If the person who received the bag really had the means to turn the cloth bag into a magical weapon, or cultivated some strange skill related to the disease, that would be incredible.

This kind of person is really like the legendary Plague Lord Lu Yue, an extraordinary person who practices the Plague Art.

But now it seems that the difference is even greater.

Just as Song Feng thought.

When Uncle Jiu saw the person who collected the package quickly avoid the mist, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up:
"I see!"

If it is just a one-time measure, then it is not considered to be that powerful.

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu quickly put on his robe and grabbed the small copper coin sword on his back:
"What other means do you have?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu coming at him again, the person who received the package couldn't help but change his expression, and then bit his finger subconsciously:
"Dirty vestments, grant me divine power..."

He bit his finger and used the blood as ink to draw talismans on his clothes.

All I saw was that the clothes that originally looked a little dirty were now shining with more luster, and the black aura was even getting heavier.

Faintly, it was incomparably similar to the faint light that had just defiled Uncle Jiu's peach wood sword!
Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu's face darkened, and then, before he could completely cast the spell, he reached back and threw the hundred-piece robe out:
“If we don’t take action now, when will we wait?”

As he threw out the patchwork clothes, the clothes made of nearly a hundred pieces of rags suddenly flew away.

Brush!
Even after being thrown out by Uncle Jiu, it was still faintly making fluttering sounds in the air.

In the blink of an eye, it was as if someone was wearing it, hanging completely in the air:

"Hula..."

When the filthy smell on the clothes of the person who received the packages became even stronger, the patchwork clothes suddenly wrapped around the person as if it were a living thing.

In the blink of an eye, he was rolled up like a cocoon!
See this scene.

Uncle Jiu nodded involuntarily, and then put away his copper coin sword, put one hand behind his back, and acted like a master:

"It's exactly what I expected."

The copper coin sword in his hand is a real magic weapon used to slay demons and monsters. It is more precious than the peach wood sword.

You can't use this thing to kill people with blood.

As the person who received the package was completely gathered up by the Bainayi and rolled up like a cocoon, his face changed drastically:
"Old man, you are not dead yet!!"

As the person receiving the package's face changed drastically and he shouted loudly, an old beggar in tattered clothes appeared at the end of the road in the distance.

When he walked over, he looked at the person receiving the package in front of him and his expression became very indifferent:
"You rebellious fellow, if I hadn't had the means to escape, I'm afraid you would have betrayed your master and ancestors and taken over the inheritance."

"I have been keeping an eye on you for several years. I have been collecting this Bai Na Yi among the common people for many years. I have made it into a treasure that is specifically targeted at dirty clothes."

"Now that you have been executed, there is no need for this Bai Na Yi to exist anymore..."

When he said the last words, the old beggar subconsciously closed his eyes, looking as if he couldn't bear it.

However, as he closed his eyes.

The person who was completely tied up by Bai Na Yi suddenly had veins popping out and let out a scream:
"Ah... Master... No!"

"I was wrong, let me go!"

However, his scream only lasted for a moment, and then completely dissipated.

By the end, he had become nothing but skin and bones.

And the patchwork garment that had originally been gathered together and tied into a cocoon was now slowly becoming old.

"...Poof!"

As the package receiver died, the old beggar suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Faintly, the strand of black hair on his head turned white quietly at this moment:

"Bad fate, bad fate!!"

When he said this, the old beggar subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth, and then looked at everyone as if to express his gratitude:

"Thank you all for your help!"

When he said this, he spoke with great emotion:
"When this evil creature betrayed his master, he not only intended to attack and kill his master, but also stole the secret treasure of my Beggar Sect, the Nine-Sha Dirty Robe."

"Over the years, I have been able to barely save my life with the secret technique of escaping from death."

"But I could only stare at this evil beast from a distance, and I didn't dare to get close at all, for fear of being noticed by it."

"If it weren't for the help of many fellow Taoists, I'm afraid my lineage would have been destroyed."

After saying this, he bowed deeply to several people, including Uncle Jiu.

However, when he saw him bowing, Uncle Jiu stood still and accepted his salute calmly.

After the old beggar finished bowing and thanking, Uncle Jiu came over and gently helped him up:
"You are too kind, senior. Helping each other is what we, the righteous people, should do."

Having said that, he could still accept the old beggar's bow.

After all, this is a tradition passed down from generation to generation.

If the founder of the Beggars' Sect knew that the incense inherited by this lineage was almost taken away by someone else, he would be so angry that he would jump out of his body.

What he received was not only the courtesy from the old beggar, but also the bow from many practitioners and disciples of the Beggar Sect in the future.

This is a great blessing of inheritance.

From now on, if any disciples of the Beggar Sect meet them, they must at least show them the courtesy of a half-master.

When he said this, the old beggar subconsciously glanced at Song Feng who was standing there quietly, and then said:
"Since this evil creature has been executed, I will not continue to bother you fellow Taoists with your business."

"After so many years of hard work, I finally killed this evil beast. Now I can finally meet my ancestors in peace."

"Next, I will also look for another successor for the Beggar Sect. Fellow Taoists, please stay. I will take my leave first."

When he said this, he first looked at Song Feng deeply, and then, tremblingly, he took off the dirty clothes on the bag receiver.

brush!
As he untied the dirty clothes using special means.

All I saw was that the plain dirty clothes that the package receiver normally wore had turned into a piece of rag like a cassock.

Then, the old beggar folded his hands and stuffed the thin silk-like dirty clothes into his sleeves.

After finishing all this, the old beggar walked down the mountain tremblingly.

With every step he took, his body became more hunched, and even the wrinkles on his face became more and more numerous:
"Cough cough cough..."

As the old beggar's cough faded away, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but sigh slightly:
"I'm afraid this senior's life flame won't last long..."

Hearing Uncle Jiu's sigh, Song Feng chuckled a few times, then said quietly:

"What you saw was just what this old beggar wanted you to see. Although this old beggar's cultivation is not high, he has not lived in vain all these years..."

(End of this chapter)