The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 101 Who is the Orthodox

Be careful when you come.

When it was time to go back, Uncle Jiu no longer cast spells to lead him. Instead, he led him to walk in this colorless world filled with countless dark shadows.

It looks like a leisurely stroll in the garden.

However, before he had taken a few steps, just when Qiu Sheng was a little dazed, he found that he seemed to have come to a familiar place:
"Hmm? This is... a charity cemetery?"

Looking at the familiar shadow, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but stare at Uncle Jiu beside him in amazement:
"Master, are we home yet?"

It was a lot of trouble when we went there, but when we came back it was like a leisurely stroll in the garden, and we were back in just a few steps.

Is this true or false?

If both parties can reach each other in just a few steps, then why is it so troublesome to get there?
Seeing Qiu Sheng's stunned expression, Uncle Jiu looked as if he couldn't bear to watch:
"The soul leaves the body and walks between yin and yang. This is a jump in the mind. The speed is naturally very fast when the mind flashes."

"It is said that great practitioners who have truly achieved the Five Qis Converging to the Origin can even cultivate the Yin Spirit and travel a thousand miles in a single thought."

"...How far are we from here?"

When he said this, Uncle Jiu quickly tapped the shadowy portal in front of him with a special spell, then drew a rune to open the portal:

"open!"

Following his gentle call.

Among the shadows, a door filled with azure runes seemed to form vaguely.

Look inside through this portal.

Faintly, it seemed as if there were several old Taoist figures, some holding whisks and some holding swords, looming on the door.

As Uncle Jiu made this finger gesture.

The looming figures of the many old Taoist priests slowly disappeared into the shadows, leaving no trace of them anywhere.

"Remember the magic formula I taught you. This is the secret of our Maoshan. You must never let others do it."

Looking at the open door, Uncle Jiu put one hand behind his back and walked into the charity cemetery.

After all, everything that needed to be done was done.

Now that he already knew the target plan of those bandits, all he had to do next was to set up traps step by step and wait for these people to fall into them.

It's easy to grasp!

However, when Qiu Sheng saw the shadows of the many ancestors, he couldn't help but ask subconsciously:
"Then Master, what if the formula is wrong?"

Uncle Jiu, who was about to step into the charity cemetery, froze for a moment when he heard Qiu Sheng ask this.

Then, he subconsciously knocked Qiu Sheng on the head, and then said viciously:
"You little brat always asks inappropriate questions. Let me tell you, if you make a mistake in your decision, you will be punished by the many ancestors!"

When he said this, Uncle Jiu snorted a few times, then sneered:
“If disciples from other sects want to force their way into the charity cemetery without the secret techniques, their souls will only be shattered by this spiritual light left by the many ancestors.”

“But if the Maoshan disciples make a mistake in performing the spell… hehe… you should know that this is the place closest to the underworld…”

Feeling the changes in the Yin and Yang world, many ancestors would jump out from the underworld and give him a big beating in a minute.

Looking at Uncle Jiu's sneer, Qiu Sheng shuddered subconsciously, then shook his head repeatedly:
"It can't be wrong...it can't be wrong..."

He can't even handle his master alone, let alone so many ancestors.

He still wants to live well.

What if some ancestor disliked him and took him to the underworld to give him a beating? Then he would be in real trouble.

However, just when Qiu Sheng wanted to follow his ninth uncle to the charity cemetery to regain his senses, he suddenly discovered that his seventh uncle was walking towards the shadow next to him.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Sheng shouted:

"Wrong, Seventh Uncle, you went the wrong way!"

"The charity cemetery is right next to it. You've taken the wrong road, Uncle Seventh!"

Hearing Qiu Sheng's shout behind him, Song Feng made a gesture to keep quiet, then walked gently towards the shadow next to him with his rattan stick.

Seeing Seventh Uncle's actions, Qiu Sheng also understood a little:

"Seventh Uncle, did this on purpose? But why?"

Seeing Qiu Sheng still pondering here, Uncle Jiu closed the door again, and then followed Uncle Qi to the side:

"...If you want to know what Uncle Seven is doing, why don't you just go over and take a look?"

Seeing the master with one hand behind his back, Qiu Sheng reacted:
"Yes, we are already at the doorstep, what should I be afraid of?"

Thinking of this, he followed his master's footsteps, and then slowly followed behind his seventh uncle.

Although the sky and earth were dark and shadows were everywhere, Qiu Sheng, following behind Uncle Jiu, did not feel the slightest fear.

It can be said to be an attitude like going on an outing.

The two sides didn't take many steps.

When Seventh Uncle arrived at the endless black shadows, he suddenly stopped.

Seeing Seventh Uncle stop in front of the black shadow, Ninth Uncle frowned slightly:

“Is this the big deep mountain next door?”

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but look at the large group of black shadows in front of him in surprise:
"Dashen Mountain? Isn't this a branch of the huge mountain range far away from Renjia Town?"

"The old people in the town said that there are wolves, tigers and leopards deep in the mountains of Dashen Mountain. It is very dangerous, so they don't allow young people to go there..."

Qiu Sheng still has fresh memories of the Great Mountains. After all, he once wanted to go play in the mountains with his relatives.

However, before he could go play in the mountains with his young friends, he was stopped by his aunt and given a severe beating.

Since then he has remembered this mountain!

After hearing what Qiu Sheng said, Uncle Jiu nodded subconsciously, and then looked at the continuous shadow seriously:

"The Great Deep Mountain in the Yang World is just a branch of a tall mountain range, but in the Yin-Yang Realm, the entire mountain range is one."

"Tigers and leopards hide in the deep mountains, and unicorns are buried in the fields. In such rolling mountains, strange things are bound to be born."

"This mountain range is not so easy to explore. If you are not careful, you will really encounter something incredible..."

When he spoke to the end, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but ponder.

He was considering whether he should take Qiu Sheng with him if his seventh uncle really went into the mountain.

"Master, what is this extraordinary thing?"

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Qiu Sheng developed a hundred thousand whys spirit and had questions for every sentence.

However, Uncle Jiu was willing to talk about it. After all, every word he said would become the foundation of his disciples' knowledge in the future:

"As I just said, there are tigers and leopards hidden in the mountains and unicorns buried in the fields. There are so many things that can be hidden in a large mountain range like this that stretches for who knows how many miles."

"Perhaps in some unknown corner, there are some elves and ghosts who have practiced for hundreds of years."

"There is even a legend that says there is a dragon hiding in the Sun Moon Lake in the deepest part of the forest that is about to burst into water!" When talking about the dragon, even Uncle Jiu couldn't help but frown, as if he felt a little bit thorny.

"The deep mountains and old forests are forbidden areas for humans. Few people in the mortal world dare to set foot there, let alone in the yin and yang realm like this."

"Why don't we just go back, Uncle Seventh? There's nothing to be nostalgic about here..."

At the end of the conversation, Uncle Nine thought for a moment and decided to persuade Uncle Seven to go back.

After all, in the spiritual energy-depleted environment of the mortal world, few Taoists dare to go deep into the mountains, let alone places like this one in the yin and yang world where ghosts and monsters are prevalent.

Here, a little thought from the world of the living can really give rise to something miraculous.

A great man once said that the special magic of the Yin-Yang world and the underworld is closest to the time when spiritual energy was abundant in ancient times.

So this is no joke!

If it were in the human world, he would dare to take Qiu Sheng in to try his luck, but forget it in the world of yin and yang.

If he is not careful, he might even have to call upon his master from the underworld to save his life. Taoist Yimei cannot afford to lose this person!

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Song Feng nodded with a smile, and then said softly:
"I actually didn't plan to go into this forest. I just wanted to collect the things I left behind..."

At the end of the conversation, Song Feng only gently made a demon-subduing seal, and then imprinted it in the shadow next to him:

"Om..."

A little ripple suddenly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, several black shadow threads were seen extending from Song Feng's hand all the way to the depths of the mountains.

It looks very weird!

When he saw these shadow lines, Song Feng nodded with great satisfaction:
"The timing is just right..."

When he finished speaking, he looked as satisfied as an old farmer harvesting wheat in the autumn harvest field.

Just watch him bend down slightly.

Just like that, he pinched the Lingguan Jue and gently stroked the lines:
"Swipe!"

It's like reeling in a fishing line.

In just a blink of an eye, three black shadows entangled by black shadow threads appeared in his hands.

The black shadow was invisible and shapeless, like a dark cloud.

But when Uncle Nine saw what Uncle Seven was holding, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise:

"…Is this a spirit that has achieved success in cultivation?"

But when he felt the breath coming out of the dark clouds, he couldn't help but frown:
"It doesn't look like a wise elf that has cultivated itself by absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon. Instead, it looks like an evil ghost that devours wandering souls!"

Thinking of this, Uncle Nine seemed to suddenly remember something and looked at Uncle Seven in front of him:
"…Is this the remnant of the Five-Power God that was hidden deep in the mountains and was not wiped out back then?"

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Song Feng easily tied the three shadows to the cane, and then said with a smile:
"Ajiu is right. This is the remnant of the Wutong God who was wiped out that year. It's just that it is too damaged."

"The last time I came near the forest, I sensed some spiritual auras, so I put down a few small baits."

When he said this, Song Feng smiled with great satisfaction, as if he was an old farmer who had just finished cutting leeks in the field.

"Who would have thought that I just casually scattered a little bait some time ago, and now the harvest is so rich, this really makes this old man a little surprised!"

Looking at the three invisible black shadows tied to the cane, Uncle Jiu was somewhat envious:

“Actually, I was a little surprised too!”

But then Uncle Nine seemed to react suddenly, and then looked at Uncle Seven in front of him:
"That's not right! Uncle Seven, when did you say you came here? Why didn't I notice that you entered the Yin-Yang Realm in the charity cemetery?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's question, Song Feng smiled mysteriously, then took a few steps with his rattan stick and arrived in front of the charity cemetery in a miraculous way.

Saw this closed portal.

Song Feng just made a hand gesture and pointed at the door, and then the originally closed door quickly opened.

"crunch..."

Faintly, Uncle Nine also saw a few figures that disappeared a little late, as if they were greeting Uncle Seventh.

Then, he saw his seventh uncle slowly and naturally returning to the charity cemetery, leaning on his rattan cane, as casually as if he was returning home.

Uncle Nine: "..."

What's going on? What's going on? No, Uncle Seven, how do you know the secret techniques of our Maoshan?

Moreover, I just told Qiu Sheng that this is the secret technique of Maoshan and you come here to slap me in the face. Is this appropriate?

Sure enough, as Uncle Jiu turned his head, Qiu Sheng also looked over with curiosity:

"Master, how come Uncle Seven also knows this spell?"

Didn't the master say that this was a unique technique of Maoshan, and only true Maoshan disciples could practice it? How come Seventh Uncle also knew it?
Seeing Qiu Sheng's curious expression, Uncle Jiu knocked on his head casually, then snorted coldly and walked into the charity cemetery with his hands behind his back:

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't know!"

At this point, he was no longer curious about when his seventh uncle had entered the Yin-Yang world and gone into the mountains to fish for the Five-Directions God.

In this world of yin and yang, Uncle Seventh can enter and exit Maoshan's Taoist temple at will. Is there any point in discussing this?

In the blink of an eye.

Song Feng, who entered the Yin-Yang Realm through the Three Yin Meridians, suddenly came to his senses:
"hiss……"

Then, Song Feng, who had never been afraid of the cold, couldn't help but shiver at this moment:
"I will have to go to such gloomy places less often in the future. If I go there more often, I'm afraid my blood and energy won't be able to hold on..."

After rubbing his ears and face using the dough kneading method, Song Feng managed to recover some of his vitality.

This world of yin and yang is not a good place. Ghosts can live freely there, but people will really become ghosts if they stay there for a long time.

He wouldn't want to go if it wasn't something convenient!

at the same time.

Qiu Sheng and Uncle Jiu, who also came to their senses, couldn't help but shiver subconsciously.

Even Qiu Sheng, who had the lowest level of Taoism, had a layer of white frost on his eyebrows:

"Hiss... It's so cold..."

Looking at the trembling Qiu Sheng, Uncle Jiu threw a pot of wine to him and said:
"Drink this pot of wine and eat some secret medicine and dried meat to warm your body and then go to bed early. You should keep this in mind in the future because the Yin-Yang Realm is not easy to navigate!"

After taking the pot of medicinal wine thrown by the master, Qiu Sheng nodded tremblingly, then opened the door of the ancestral hall and ran towards his room.

He felt that if he didn't cover himself with the quilt quickly, he would really freeze to death!
What the hell is this Yin-Yang Dharma Realm View of Falling into the Yin?
Not even for the dogs!

Seeing Qiu Sheng walking away trembling, Uncle Jiu, who had a calm expression just now, suddenly changed his expression.

Then, he quickly closed the door of the Patriarch's Hall, and then made the Patriarch's Seal with his hands, ready to go to the underworld:
"I can't stand it anymore! Today I have to find out who this old man is!"

They are more proficient in the secret techniques of Maoshan than I am. Who is the true Maoshan master?
(End of this chapter)