The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 119 Special Message
After hearing what the master said, Uncle Jiu, who was suddenly called down, couldn't help but be slightly stunned:
"Grandmaster, which of our fellow disciples had an accident?"

Under normal circumstances, they would take the initiative to enter the underworld to seek help from the ancestors.

If someone could be called down directly from the world of the living by so many ancestors, then something big must have happened.

He was employed as a bank manager.

Originally, he thought that his master called him down just to talk about the bank boss, but he didn't expect that this was not the main purpose.

That would be strange.

He could not think of anything else except that something serious had happened to one of his fellow disciples, and that a trial by the three great masters was required.

Looking at the somewhat surprised Uncle Nine, the Grandmaster shook his head slightly, then put down the red brush in his hand and said softly:
"I specifically called you over this time, not because any of your fellow disciples had problems, but because you are closest to the incident and can provide the most help."

After hearing this, Uncle Jiu seemed to have some guesses, and then he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief:
"As long as it's okay, it'll be okay..."

The underworld is not something you can just go to casually. If it can alarm the ancestors, it must be a big deal.

Generally speaking, those who are summoned to the underworld for a trial are those who have either betrayed their master or have gone astray.

But no matter which path he chooses, that fellow disciple will basically encounter severe punishment from many ancestors.

After all, what was said when entering Maoshan was no joke. If you get the benefits of the master, you must be bound by the master's constraints.

Seeing Uncle Jiu looking relieved, the Grandmaster smiled softly and said:
"I didn't realize that you, Xiao Fengjiao, have such a broad perspective. It seems that I have trained you correctly. You may become a very good leader in the future."

Whether a disciple in a sect can become the leader does not only depend on his progress in practice or his talent.

This needs to be considered from the overall situation.

If a leader who has no sense of the overall situation and only knows how to fight and compete is pushed to the top, it will be a disaster for the sect.

No matter what, the leader must meet the most basic and lowest overall threshold.

Otherwise, if something really happens, no one can handle it!

Hearing the master say this, and seeing that the master had not given up on training him to become the head of the sect, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but twitch his lips:
"Grandmaster, our eldest brother is still here. Please don't keep talking about the future head of the sect. Be careful not to piss off the other grandmasters..."

Hearing Uncle Jiu say this, the Grandmaster seemed to be unconcerned, and it seemed that he did not have much authority as a judge in front of his disciples:

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Fengjiao. As long as you have a goal, go for it bravely. I, your master, will always support you from behind."

"Except for that old fellow from the Benlei lineage, your master has never been afraid of anyone. Even if a fight really breaks out, it's hard to say who will win or lose with the thunder in the sky and the fire in the earth."

"That old guy has always said that the disciple of his lineage will definitely become the head of the sect in the future, but I don't think that's necessarily the case."

"After all, what the future holds is still unknown..."

When he spoke to the end, the master revealed a deep smile, and it seemed as if he had already achieved his goal.

Looking at the smile on the master's lips, Uncle Jiu felt a chill on his back for a moment, and his whole body even had a creepy feeling.

At this moment, the Grandmaster looked at Uncle Nine as if he had thought of something, and then nodded with satisfaction:
"That's right, although you haven't completely expelled the turbid qi yet, let alone broken through the innate acupoint."

"But at the current speed, you will be able to achieve the state of Dharma-Existing Spirit in two to three years at most."

"Xiao Fengjiao, when you practice magic in the future, you must pay more attention to the Samadhi True Fire of our talisman lineage."

"After all, we old guys are putting pressure on you because we want you little guys to become great in the future~"

How can their talisman lineage compete with the Lightning Thunder Fist, a lineage that practices thunder magic?
Although the thunder method is powerful enough.

But this does not mean that there is no power comparable to the Thunder.

If one does not have the spiritual essence after cultivation, then everything is over. All methods are nothing but futile in front of the Lightning Thunder Fist.

But things are different nowadays.

Xiao Fengjiao looks so promising, and even half of her bad energy has been eliminated in such a short time. She is definitely the successor to the head of the sect.

After he has cultivated the Dharma to the point where he has the spiritual power to control the Samadhi True Fire, then he will truly have the ability to fight against the Lightning Thunder Fist.

Thunder from the sky stirred fire from the earth.

What the future holds is still unknown!

Seeing that the Grand Master was almost about to pin the position of the Sect Leader's successor on himself, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but smile bitterly:
"I will work hard."

Although after cultivating the Samadhi True Fire, he can indeed fight with his senior brother who can stir up the heavenly thunder.

But there are risks in any fight.

We are all mortals, and we are all cultivators of the same level. Who knows if we will be unlucky enough to be defeated?

If possible, he really didn't want to compete with the senior brother.

When Uncle Jiu thought of the mighty and domineering attitude of the eldest senior brother when fighting, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Compared with violent fighting, he prefers to use the art of mutual restraint and transformation to deal with the enemy with the simplest means.

Seeing that Uncle Nine was no longer as repulsive as before, the Grandmaster stopped teasing him and spoke seriously:
"The reason why I called you here this time is because of your Junior Sister Zhe..."

As the words fell, the entire hall seemed to be vaguely shrouded in countless mists.

For a time, all the information was trapped in this hall and could not be leaked out.

the other side.

Song Feng, standing on the boat and drifting down the Yellow Spring River, was leaning on his cane and leisurely looking at the scenery along the road:
"How wonderful it would be if the world today was the ancient times..."

The scenery I saw along the way downstream on the Yellow Springs River was truly innumerable.

Just like those little ghosts and goblins who can't perform magical powers or show up in the real world, they seem to have the great power to stir up the situation in the underworld.

The ghost officials who usually look inconspicuous in the world of the living can transform into several meters tall and eat ghosts in the underworld.

Although he knew that this world of the underworld had magnified its own power countless times, it was all an illusion.

But as a modern person whose spiritual energy is declining, he still envies many predecessors from ancient times.

After all, it is said that in ancient times when the world of the living was full of spiritual energy, it seemed even more magical than the underworld today.

The word envy is so annoying that I am tired of saying it.

Just as his ship was rushing down the Yellow Spring River, he saw a black fish several feet tall suddenly flow out of the river: "Splash..."

This black fish jumped out of the Yellow Springs River. It grew taller as the wind blew. In the blink of an eye, it became dozens of feet tall.

Moreover, it looked like it was about to open its mouth, as if it wanted to swallow his small ship directly into its stomach.

Seeing this scene, Song Feng, who had just admired the wonders of the underworld, couldn't help but sigh:
"Another person who overestimates his own abilities..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he held the cane in his hand like an antelope hanging its horns, and tapped the head of the huge fish with its mouth wide open.

"Snapped!"

The next moment, the big black fish that had been so miraculous just now suddenly shrank in size.

But in the blink of an eye, it turned into a palm-sized black fish and landed on the deck of the ship.

Seeing this palm-sized black fish lying here completely silent, Song Feng gently lifted his cane and threw it back into the Yellow Spring River:
"There are so many wonders in this world. I really envy these creatures born in the underworld..."

Creatures like these who live in the underworld seem to never know this false world.

Just like this black fish.

Although no one knows how it got the good fortune to grow in the Yellow Springs River, in the real world, a fisherman could probably knock it out with a single paddle.

But such a monster that can't make much waves in the real world can be so extraordinary in the underworld.

How could this not make practitioners envious?
“If I can become an immortal and ascend to heaven in the future, I will surely be able to go to a bigger world…”

The existence of the underworld and the netherworld is the greatest expectation of all practitioners regarding the immortal world.

No one has ever seen what the fairyland is like.

However, any wizard who has the ability to go down to the underworld can see the extraordinary wonders in the underworld.

As long as the underworld exists.

No matter how weak the spiritual energy is, the practice will never be extinguished and the inheritance will be the only difference. The only difference lies in the power exerted.

But the existence of Taoism itself will never change.

Even if you are in a world where spiritual energy is extremely weak and is about to end, as long as you have enough Taoism and an extraordinary realm, you can still ascend to heaven!

After all, many cultivators in ancient times could fly away when the spiritual energy was abundant, traveling to the North Sea in the morning and staying in Cangwu at night.

In the hands of today's practitioners at the same level as the ancient cultivators, the most they can do is to set up an altar and fight.

No matter what kind of power is displayed, the Taoism itself is real, and it is also the reason why no one despairs. After all, the road to immortality is still there!
Go straight down along the Yellow Spring River.

When it reached one of the tributaries, the ship drifted down at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye it came to rest on a shore.

next moment.

I only saw a red spider lily on the shore that looked like it had more than five petals open, and at this moment it twisted its body slightly.

The next moment, a faint light bloomed from its body, and the red spider lily soon turned into a beautiful woman.

Slim waist and long legs wearing tassels.

Her face is not the kind of thin oval face, but it is a bit more plump than that of a thin girl.

To be honest, the clothes this woman is wearing at this moment are more like the attire of women in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Bold, open and passionate.

Even some open countries in the West today cannot compare with it.

Just by standing on the boat and taking a look at her, you can feel her passionate and unrestrained temperament.

This temperament is difficult to describe, but it is a quality that truly touches the spirit.

The moment he saw the passionate woman, the woman also saw him, and then she walked gracefully to Song Feng's ship:
"Hehehe... Haven't seen you for a long time, little one..."

A silver bell-like laughter suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, the plump woman appeared in front of Song Feng in the blink of an eye.

Although she was charming and passionate, she did not do anything rude.

Looking at the extraordinary and extremely young woman in front of him, Song Feng shook his head, with a rare smile on his face:
"This is not just a matter of not seeing each other for a few days. We haven't seen each other for more than ten years..."

After hearing what Song Feng said, the plump woman chuckled and even took a few steps back:
"It's been more than ten years since we last met, but the aura you exude is still extremely strong. I don't want to be affected by you."

"The one in your family is now famous in the underworld..."

When she finished speaking, the woman looked at Song Feng in front of her with a teasing look, as if they were really old friends meeting.

At this time, Song Feng only gently grabbed the deck next to him, and then easily formed a few tables and chairs:
"The best thing about this underworld is that a single thought can bring about a miraculous effect. Stop standing, Shaoyao, sit down too..."

Looking at the tables and chairs that suddenly appeared on the deck, Shaoyao sat down on the chair without any pretense of politeness.

But no matter what, he was more than three feet away from Song Feng, and looked as if he was afraid of something.

Seeing Shaoyao in front of him treating him like a tiger or wolf, Song Feng sighed helplessly:
"She has always wanted to wait for me to die so that she can live with me in the underworld. I must live well."

"I still want to be able to ascend to heaven one day, but I don't want to be trapped in the illusion of this underworld forever..."

After hearing what Song Feng said, Shaoyao's pretty face couldn't help but twist slightly:

"You really don't know how to appreciate the good fortune you have. If I were you, I would have cut my throat long ago."

"After all, cultivating to become an immortal is such a distant goal. From ancient times to now, how many people have you seen who have truly become immortals?"

After complaining for a few words, Shaoyao seemed to remember something and said to Song Feng:
"The reason I called you down this time is because I noticed that there seemed to be some strange things around you."

"If I don't warn you, I'm afraid you'll get caught in it accidentally. If you capsize in the ditch, I won't have you as my friend anymore."

"After all, your man is really on high alert against you, and no ghosts or gods can enter within three feet..."

She had lived for so long and had seen some outrageous things, but she had never seen anything so outrageous.

It's really something I've never seen before.

(End of this chapter)