The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 303: Birds and Beasts Scatter
As everyone took turns offering sacrifices, it was soon Song Feng and his group's turn.

No one did anything unexpected. They all walked obediently to the mourning hall and lit three incense sticks.

The whole process was calm and serious.

No one was feeling particularly uncomfortable, or in other words, no one came out to cause trouble at such a critical moment.

After all, the dead are the most important.

No matter what hatred they had in their lives, the other party died for the sake of morality.

If you speak again at this time.

In particular, if you say something inappropriate, you will definitely be called stingy by people in the world.

Your reputation will inevitably be ruined.

And reputation is something that is essential when traveling in the world.

After all, no one can say that they have overcome many difficulties along the way.

Guan Yu is still retreating to Maicheng.

Ordinary people must also be committed to building a good reputation. At the very least, there may be someone to help them at a critical moment.

Just after burning incense.

Many servants prepared coffins, then pulled them into the mountains and buried them, and carved tombstones on them.

This place is really far from the interior.

Moreover, the journey is too dangerous. After all, the three provinces outside the Great Wall have now been taken over by Fuso.

Walking alone is dangerous.

Not to mention carrying so many coffins.

Only the second brother who went home to report the news brought back a few hero cards signed by people from the martial arts world and returned to the interior.

This is the proof of this time.

Less than a day after this incident, many of the heroes living in the small building left the building for various reasons.

Everyone left.

It also brings this matter to an end.

After all, heroes are important.

However, people often died in the fighting outside the Great Wall.

Hou San and his men died so quickly and heroically that they set an example for many people in the martial arts world.

Even after death, you can be treated well.

At this time, another waiter came to Song Feng and his friends with some money:

"Dear guests, our store will be relocating soon. This is our confidential letter and special contact point."

"After Xiaodian has changed his position and has completely settled down, I will invite you all to come back and rest. I hope you can understand the inconvenience caused..."

Looking at what the shop assistant was holding, Qiu Sheng took it very tactfully.

"It's nothing. There are not so many rules for people in the underworld. Besides, we all know what happened here."

"You have even prepared the money for us, so what else can we say?"

When he finished speaking, Bei Minghu also threw the money in his hand.

Although it's only a few dozen yuan.

But these dollars are enough for them to eat and drink well outside for a while.

It’s definitely not much.

But we have to take into account that these dollars will be distributed to every guest who comes to stay.

This number alone is incredible.

In this way, after staying overnight, the group once again set out on the road of eating, drinking and enjoying the wind and snow.

Walk out of the shop.

In just a few moments of wind and snow, the small building that was originally standing where they could see began to gradually become illusory.

But in the blink of an eye.

It has disappeared without a trace.

I don’t know where the future lies.

Looking at the small building of the Chonglou Jing family, which had disappeared into the Yin-Yang Realm, Shi Shaojian seemed to have some feelings:
“Human power is limited. Even if there are so many experts in the small building, they can’t lend a hand at the critical moment.”

"Now I finally understand what it means to bow your head when you live under someone's roof."

This small building is truly filled with hidden talents. It may be home to all kinds of professionals and experts.

Just like that old coroner.

If the old man hadn’t told us, who would have known that he had such a wonderful skill?
Since he can restore the dead.

Naturally, there is also the same method of killing people.

But it's a pity.

In this scenario, under these conditions, no one could go out and rescue Hou San and the others.

Seeing Shi Shaojian's emotional expression, Bei Minghu acted very calmly:
"At any time, we must follow the general trend. Now outside the Great Wall, the many monsters of Fusang are the general trend."

"All we can do is to be cautious and careful so as not to be taken advantage of by others."

When he said this, Bei Minghu paused for a moment, and then subconsciously glanced at Song Feng next to him:

“If the old man really takes action, he can break the gap between Yin and Yang and rescue a few people.”

“But the price of forcibly breaking the Hutian Chonglou is that the Chonglou Jing family’s building may not have the power to hide in the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm in a short period of time.”

“And once the small building of the Chonglou Jing family is not protected by the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm, the catastrophe will be over in an instant.”

"Strength is indeed important, but when strength cannot have absolute dominance, we can only take advantage of the situation and follow the flow..."

He had seen similar things countless times when he was traveling around the world.

It's almost the same to say that his heart is as hard as iron.

At this time, it was good enough for him to express his feelings, but if he was asked to sacrifice his own life to save her, that would be impossible.

To put it bluntly.

The Tiger King, the guardian of the Qingyang Sect, is not an easy person to deal with.

In the spiritual world, people often say that someone is evil, someone is a side path, or something is the right path.

But really speaking.

Those of them who really dare to rebel are not following any path. If we really have to count, it can barely be considered the path of killing.

While walking forward with the help of a cane, Song Fengfeng calmly listened to the casual conversation of several people.

Although walking in the wind and snow.

However, several people have become more and more adapted to the severe cold environment outside the Great Wall.

Otherwise, how can we talk about the horror of human beings?

When you arrive at a strange place, you may feel unfamiliar with it at first, but once you get familiar with it, you can adapt to local conditions.

What kind of fight can't be won?
"Do you know how many open and covert struggles there are in this seemingly calm environment?"

When he said this, Song Feng paused for a moment, then looked into the distance:
"If I am not mistaken, that seemingly powerful figure is just a small pawn."

"At that time, there were at least three similar auras of great demons, watching from a distance, and even in the far distance, there seemed to be an aura of war ready to start."

“In the restaurant, there are a few faces that look familiar to me, or familiar sect successors.”

"But they are all smart people, and smart people naturally know what to do when faced with a choice..."

Today's spiritual world is divided into two parts, and the calls of several major sects do have power.

But be aware.

The entire country of Fuso is supporting the war.

Even in his time.

He could also see some women, or even girls, from Fuso, spontaneously going to Kyushu or even further south to the South Seas to make money.

The word spontaneous.

No joke.

There was no one organizing it, they just felt they had to contribute something to the country.

They have been completely brainwashed.

What could ordinary women and girls do when they went to Southeast Asia?

I can't do heavy physical work.

Then the only thing they can do is to sell their bodies and use the money they earn to support national construction.

This is a very scary phenomenon.

In this environment of national conquest, the destiny of a country is born for war.

Everyone wanted to shed their last drop of blood. Such weapons of war were terrifying.

Although their long-term potential is not strong.

After all, the country is small. If it really fights a protracted war, it might be crushed to death in the process of consuming national strength.

But it can't last for three to five years.

But it’s still very powerful now.

Just like the Tatars who once entered the pass.

Many great monsters can bleed to support the Tartars in establishing the Monster Court, so the many monsters and Onmyojis on the Fusang side can also use the national destiny to practice.

Although Kyushu is a big country.

However, due to various factors such as inheritance, each school and sect is relatively stubborn and cannot exert its full strength all at once.

But the other party is different.

The entire country's incense, fortune, human luck, and even all the country's strength are poured into these two aspects of fighting.

Just from what he had just felt, there were at least three great demon souls that could rival ordinary magical spirits staring at them.

Although these big monsters have lost their physical bodies and may be greatly restricted in a real fight, they have strong long-term adaptability.

He can be considered an alternative kind of immortal.

This thing is Fuso's Shikigami.

However, because the soul of the great demon can absorb incense and live, it can also be passed down from generation to generation as a family heirloom.

Therefore, these Fuso Onmyojis are also keen on leaving a large amount of wealth to their descendants.

This led to the emergence of Fuso Onmyoji, who poached monsters everywhere.

This situation is very obvious outside the Great Wall.

After all, this is indeed a paradise for elves and immortals.

If it weren't for the many Onmyojis in Fuso, many of the families were not strong, and there weren't many Onmyojis who inherited the spirits and monsters and killed people everywhere.

How could they possibly provoke so many immortal monsters to fight to the death with them?
The concept of family is a very special feeling.

Some old monsters pursue the path to immortality and live for so long that even their children don’t know how many generations have died.

Not to mention the death of one or two offspring, even if both died, he might still applaud.

After all, some of them are truly dominated by animal instincts and are capable of devouring their offspring.

But some are different.

There are some old monsters that have been worshipped by human families for too long, coupled with various factors such as reproduction.

Every psychic descendant in the family is given great importance.

There are also some unlucky old monsters who have the phenomenon of single transmission.

This kind of child was killed.

These old demons are really fighting them to the death.

This is also the reason why some demons and elves outside the Great Wall surrendered and settled in the Fusang Temple to absorb incense, but there are still resistances everywhere.

"...Ah? So terrifying? If we had moved at that time, wouldn't we have been wiped out immediately?"

Although Shi Shaojian seemed to have sensed something vaguely, he did not expect the situation to be so serious.

"But why? Those masters at the top of Fuso were well prepared, but they still fought such a cowardly battle?"

"If they have been eyeing these people covetously for a long time, then Hou San and the others are just bait, right?"

The people of Kyushu have experienced all kinds of wars, and the Thirty-Six Stratagems and many kinds of scheming have long been ingrained in their blood.

Some things may not matter.

But if you ask, they really know.

"The big demons have their own battlefields, and the cultivators below naturally have their own battlefields as well."

"But to be honest, Hou San and his men are real men. They overturned the chessboard before the players even started fighting."

"It's a good chance to avoid a fight..."

When he said this, Song Feng sighed quietly, and then he spoke softly:
"I really don't want to fight this kind of unprepared battle. The risks are really not small..."

Many masters in the spiritual world are most accustomed to opening a ritual, performing actions at the right location to kill the opponent.

Most sects have their own suitable places.

It may be possible to fight many masters alone.

But once the number of people increases and it is considered a large army fighting, it would be good enough if they don't cause trouble.

It wasn't that there were people who didn't believe in evil.

However, the grass on the graves of those masters of his generation who did not believe in evil are now three feet high.

The value of the Dharma Yuanling is becoming less and less.

The reason why it is worthless does not mean that their numbers are increasing, but that as the spiritual energy decreases, their means are becoming increasingly scarce.

If it really drops to a certain critical point.

Perhaps a master who has cultivated the power of Yuan Ling may not be much stronger than a practitioner who has just drawn out a stream of essence.

The ponds are dry.

No matter whether it is a big fish or a small shrimp.

Basically, there is no way to wander freely anymore, and the only fate that awaits them is death from thirst.

Everyone moved forward.

At this time, Song Feng was leading the way.

So, after chatting for a long time, Bei Minghu suddenly turned around in surprise and looked at Song Feng:

"Grandpa, are you going to Changbai Mountain?"

Although he was not very familiar with this road, the general direction was still fine.

She didn't react just now.

Now looking at this road, isn’t it the road to Changbai Mountain?
What a good guy.

The old man just said that he didn't want to fight, but now he went straight to the lairs of both sides.

This is going to be a big deal!

"In the plains and places where the army can take shelter, even for cultivators like us, there is no way to win with an absolute advantage."

"But once you enter the mountains, especially Changbai Mountain, it's a different story. No matter how many troops rush in, there will be no trace of them."

"All the power of both sides is limited to the power of the spiritual world. This is our home court."

When he said this, he paused, then glanced at Bei Ming Hu:

"Based on your martial arts ability, it's best for you to stay in the three provinces. At least this way you won't be in danger of being killed."

"In this age of blind guns and cannons, it is possible for a martial arts master like you to be active on the battlefield safely without fear of being killed."

"If you enter Changbai Mountain, there will be many masters who can fight with you. You have to be careful..."

Nowadays, martial arts masters have become more and more popular as their spiritual energy and charm are becoming less and less.

Especially the great masters among them.

Ordinary bullets cannot penetrate a creature like the Bei Ming Tiger. As long as you don't foolishly run into the encirclement, you will basically not die.

Moreover, martial arts masters have a sense of perception, and this thing is more than enough to dodge a bomb.

On the surface, an ordinary cultivator can't be killed in a short time with a single accurate bullet, and cannonballs can't hit him either.

This is the guarantee of staying alive on the battlefield.

As long as he is more fierce than me and can run into disputes that are too intense, in this era, people with great abilities like him can also live a stable life.

After all, there is not fighting everywhere.

As long as you are active in mind and willing to run around, as long as you are not killed sooner or later, you will find a good place to settle down.

On the contrary, once he entered Changbai Mountain, in the duel between Taoism and magic, he suffered a loss in martial arts.

If you are not prepared, you might be like a kite. It is not very safe to go there.

"Hey, old man, you underestimate me. I have lived for so many years, and I have actually lived enough."

"We are all together in Changbai Mountain. Can you still watch others bully me?"

"If we two were put together, who could kill us unless you, the old man, went out of your way to seek death?"

When he said this, Bei Minghu's eyes couldn't help but flash with a hint of fierceness:
"As for the Yin-Yang Masters you encounter in Changbai Mountain, leave them to me. I promise to kill them all."

(End of this chapter)