The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 178 A Treasure Land

In the middle of the night.

Just as everything was quiet, a small wheelchair came back to the inn from the darkness in the distance.

Looking at the dark inn.

For a moment, Song Feng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked very interested:

"What's the matter? You can't sleep in the middle of the night and want to come to the hall to cool off and look at the moon?"

Looking into the distance, I saw a dark figure sitting in the dark lobby.

He sat right in the middle of the stairs.

Because of the obstruction of the stairs and the fact that the moonlight did not shine there, ordinary people would think that it was just the darkness of the railing.

After hearing what Song Feng said and seeing him coming back in a wheelchair, the figure in the dark seemed to become more serious:
"Old man, why did you suddenly run out in the middle of the night instead of sleeping to keep healthy? Could it be that you also think the weather is good today and want to see the moon?"

As the voices continued to ring, the figure sitting in the darkness was seen walking out of the darkness step by step.

Take a closer look.

All I saw was a figure in the darkness, and it was the woman in grey linen clothes.

However, compared to his somewhat unreliable appearance in front of his apprentice and Uncle Jiu, he was more serious at this moment.

It seems to have a different temperament.

Seeing his mother walking down the stairs and sitting on the table next to him, Song Feng looked at him with interest:
"Although you are not considered outstanding among the disciples of Maoshan, you shouldn't have ended up like this, right?"

"After all, as far as I know, when you were on Mount Mao, you were also very knowledgeable..."

At this time, Song Feng still looked at his mother in front of him with a calm gaze.

It seems to be quite interesting.

After hearing what Song Feng said, Mama looked at the old man in front of her very naturally:
"Sometimes knowing too much can be painful, so it's better to just muddle along."

"Anyway, I have many ancestors to support me, and many fellow disciples who have made great names for themselves. I can only eat and wait for death."

When she said this, Mamadi leaned on the table, looking particularly lazy.

"Besides, my old man went down the mountain to fight the devil and risked his life to find me a job in the underworld."

"If I don't enjoy the remaining benefits that the old man has left for me and instead practice diligently, wouldn't his efforts be in vain?"

Then, he looked up at the old figure under the moonlight, and then chuckled:
"But what I didn't expect is that you were a great man in your time, and you were famous. How come you are in a wheelchair now?"

Looking at the mother in front of him, who was completely different from the unreliable one during the day, Song Feng was not surprised.

Never mind the person's qualifications.

As long as one enters a big sect like Maoshan and learns skills with many talented disciples and is able to successfully go down the mountain, there will be no one with a bad brain.

With such resources, even a piece of stubborn stone can be turned into a piece of white jade after long-term cultivation.

Looking at the completely lifeless mother lying in front of him, Song Feng chuckled and said softly:
"I didn't expect that although you looked unreliable, you still lived up to the wealth your father had given you."

"You have been able to live freely for so many years, which shows that you have some foresight..."

Hearing Uncle Seven praising her like that, Mom smiled happily again, and she vaguely felt that he looked somewhat similar to Uncle Nine.

From the looks of it, he seemed to be flattered to hear his seventh uncle praising him:
"You are too kind, old man. If my old man had not met you once before, I would not dare to come up and recognize you."

"What's more, I have been able to live a life of idleness and wait for death for so many years, thanks to the eyesight I developed in the mountains."

If someone says that you are just waiting to die, you might feel that it is slanderous and you might feel disrespected.

But when Mom talked about living a life of idleness and waiting to die, there was a different kind of pride in her tone.

It seems that just eating and waiting to die is the way he fulfilled his life's greatest wish.

"Okay, now that you've met me, I won't talk to you any more. You need to get more sleep when you're old."

"Although there are many geniuses in your generation, I think you see things more clearly. Interesting, really interesting..."

When he finished speaking, Song Feng glanced at his mother who was reclining on the chair with a smile on his face.

Then, pushed by many paper figures, it gradually merged into the darkness and finally disappeared in the lobby.

Watching the old man disappear.

The mother, who looked very lazy just now, suddenly sat up, then picked her nose and toes.

Faintly, I seemed to feel somewhat fortunate:
"I originally felt that this old man was somewhat familiar, but I didn't expect that he was the same person as before."

"Oh my God, I'm lucky I didn't offend this guy with my foul mouth, otherwise I would be in big trouble."

At the end, Mama rubbed her fingers together seriously and even bowed in all directions:
"May our ancestors bless you. May our ancestors bless you."

early morning.

Qiu Sheng also wrapped up the rag doll out of habit, and then got up early to practice martial arts.

Uncle Jiu and his companions are very experienced in Taoism.

So, cultivation is all done in nature, and it is difficult to see them practicing at normal times.

Sit at the dinner table.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu had already put the dishes in the silver bowl.

However, what is quite surprising is that.

I originally thought that my mother would pick her toes and eat vegetables with her hands, but at this moment she seemed very honest.

He even used chopsticks for the first time.

Although it looked as if the mother was feeling somewhat uncomfortable, the people eating there couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking at Mamadi's expression and then seeing how awkward he was when picking up the chopsticks, Uncle Jiu glanced at Mamadi with some surprise:

"…Are you repenting of your past?"

I know very well what kind of person my senior brother is.

Ever since he came down the mountain, he has been letting himself go, and has been living like this for decades.

Why are you so honest today?

Seeing Uncle Jiu's curious expression, Mamada clenched the chopsticks in her hand, then curled her lips and said:
"What? I can't use chopsticks?"

When he said this, he did not argue with Uncle Jiu, but instead picked up his chopsticks and started eating his meal obediently.

Uncle Jiu was surprised. This shouldn't happen. It doesn't make sense.

Except when facing his own master, when has this guy ever been so honest?
Even when facing many uncles and aunts in Maoshan, he was still unruly and no one could really control him.

Has he really changed for the better?

How strange and bizarre.

After finishing his meal, Uncle Jiu told his mother the results of his recent calculations:

"This zombie has extraordinary abilities. It is not afraid of ordinary Taoist magic. Even if it really fights, it may not be inferior to the flying zombie."

"The only plan now is to take advantage of the right time, right place, and right people. When the eclipse comes, we can use the power of heaven to suppress it. Brother, do you have anything to add?"

At the end of the speech, Uncle Jiu, who was sitting in the main seat in a bright yellow Taoist robe and giving orders, turned his gaze to Mamadi.

Noticing Uncle Jiu's gaze, Mom, who had been picking her toes as if she had ADHD, suddenly became quiet.

Then, he thought for a while, and then said seriously:
"it is good!"

I heard my mother hesitate for such a long time before she uttered the word "good".

Qiu Sheng, who had been thinking that his uncle could offer some insights, couldn't help but twitch his lips:
“It still has that familiar taste.”

Seeing that their mother and the others had nothing to add, Uncle Nine, who was sitting in the main seat and directing the ball, began to assign tasks.

That's real magnanimity.

I saw that Uncle Jiu actually took the main position in his own home court and even gave him orders.

Mommy couldn't help but curl her lips subconsciously:

“It’s still that conspicuous bag.”

Although he said this, he also tried his best to complete the tasks assigned by Uncle Jiu.

the other side.

Song Feng, who was sitting in the corner watching them assign tasks and drinking tea, seemed to remember something at this moment.

He casually took out a thick notebook from his pocket beside the table and began to flip through it:

"I just happened to be free and had nothing to do. I took advantage of this last bit of free time to take a look at what this foreigner wrote."

"If I could live a few more decades, maybe I could go overseas and visit Western countries..."

Watching him flipping through the familiar notebook, the rag doll lying bored in Qiu Sheng's backpack became interested.

I just saw him carefully open the cloth bag and then escape from it.

He rolled and crawled to Song Feng's side, and then carefully climbed onto the table in front of Song Feng:
"Old man, what you have in your hand are my experimental records and notebooks. They are in English. Can you understand them?"

"How about letting me translate for you?"

Although he always felt an unreasonable fear in his heart when facing an old man.

But Blake was still somewhat curious as to why he was so afraid of this old man who looked like he would soon die.

As a scientist, his curiosity and desire to delve into mysticism are very deep.

Nowadays, whoever can achieve something famous through learning is not a genius?
Looking at the little rag doll in front of him, Song Feng nodded, and then said slowly:
"I've lived for so many years, I still recognize some words and understand some English, so it shouldn't be a problem for me to understand the experimental records..."

When Blake saw the old man in front of him really carefully looking through the experimental records he had written, he couldn't help but feel surprised:

"Oh my god, old man, you are such a genius. It's really admirable that you can understand so much at your age."

"I thought that people of your age who are truly accomplished would study in Kyoto in your country, or in our country."

In those days, the imperial court did send some official students to study in Western countries, but few of them actually learned anything.

What surprised him even more was that the old man in front of him could still understand English at such an old age. It was simply a miracle.

He can definitely be called an old gentleman who has achieved academic success.

Listening to the flattery of the little rag doll in front of him, Song Feng did not respond, but quietly looked at the things recorded on it.

Seeing that the old man had no interest in him, Blake turned around and ran towards Qiu Sheng's rag bag:

"Well, since you, old man, can recognize the writing system of our country, I won't bother you here."

Looking at the thick notes in his hand, Song Feng originally just wanted to watch the fun.

I didn't expect that this notebook, which only recorded some observation and experimental data, actually contained some interesting things.

"The Eastern and Western cultivation systems are different, and even the manifestations of the underworld are different. I didn't expect that he would actually find something interesting..."

Looking at what was written on the book in front of him, Song Feng just felt a little bit of interest.

Although he had interacted with foreigners in the past, he did not have an in-depth understanding of the problems in Western countries.

Looking at it now, I find it quite interesting.

Although most of the stories about wizards and magicians recorded here are just fragmentary.

However, the description of the witch's inheritance and the peculiarities such as unicorns, werewolves and vampires also made Song Feng want to study them.

"Compared to the current situation in the Eastern countries where all kinds of rare and exotic animals have disappeared, the West can actually create a state of chaos."

"Although this kind of cultivation system is not very good for the basic framework, it is not conducive to the ascension to heaven."

“However, for Eastern practitioners of today, this is no less than an unexplored land.”

"It seems that before the war ends and the new dynasty is established, these old friends of mine will probably have a lot of ideas..."

After taking a quick look at some of the things written in the book, Song Feng gently closed the notebook.

Originally, he had some doubts about whether there were any rare treasures left over from ancient times in the wild areas outside the territory.

But after reading this notebook written by a senior scientist from that country, he knew.

In that foreign land, Western countries must have things that are beneficial to him, and the quantity is definitely not small.

"Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. If the enemy can go, I can go too. This is truly a land where people can explore freely..."

According to his understanding of these old guys in the current cultivation world, they can still live peacefully even though the country is in turmoil.

But as they got to know more about Western countries, and the intensity of the war increased.

These old guys who have the same idea as him must also have the idea of ​​going to the outside world of Western countries to make a fortune.

Judging others by himself, he can have such thoughts. How noble can those old guys be?

(End of this chapter)