The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 188: Captured by the Dragon

We came to a shallow and flat area.

Just when Uncle Jiu thought that this Taoist friend was going to take action and land to fish.

I only saw the fisherman standing on a rock, then holding the bamboo pole in his hand and tapping the water lightly without tying the line:
"Clap clap clap..."

The sound of the fishing rod hitting the water is very clear.

But there is a kind of rhythm that is difficult to describe.

It looks like it is attracting fish.

Looking at the fisherman's movements, Qiu Sheng spoke curiously:
"His technique seems to be exactly the same as when he was on the boat. Could it be that he wants to call the fish over to choose?"

It's no wonder he thought so.

The main thing is that since this fisherman can tame fish, catching fish is naturally a piece of cake for him.

However, at this moment, Uncle Jiu was quietly watching the actions of the fisherman:

“It shouldn’t be that simple.”

Sure enough, as Uncle Jiu finished his words, the river water, which had been calm just a moment ago, suddenly showed some other colors.

Look carefully.

I could see that there were many small fish gathered in the river.

There are big and small, deep and shallow ones.

All the fish were quietly watching the fisherman in front of them on the water, as if waiting for orders.

"go with!"

Following his soft cry.

Then, the fisherman seemed to take out a handful of feed from his pocket and threw it into the water.

The feed dissolves immediately in water.

In just a blink of an eye, the entire area of ​​water was dyed red.

Saw the feed fall into the water.

The many small fish that gathered together swallowed them quickly, and for a moment, it really looked like a wonderful show of fish leaping over the dragon gate.

Either fighting, grabbing, leaping or running.

It’s really a great show!
Looking at Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng standing by and watching quietly, the fisherman smiled and explained:

"My two Taoist friends, please watch carefully. The fun has just begun."

Seeing the confident look of the fisherman and the competition for bait in the water, Uncle Jiu also became interested:

"Then I will watch your performance..."

He was really curious about what this fellow Taoist with extraordinary means was planning to do.

As both sides communicate.

I saw many fish in front of me. In the blink of an eye, they had completely eaten up the feed that had dyed the water red.

A magical thing happened.

After eating the feed, the small fish were seen slapping the water surface with their tails:

"Clap clap clap..."

"Hua Hua Hua..."

"..."

Looking at the fish that seemed to be flapping the water at the same frequency, Uncle Jiu found it more and more interesting:

“…What a strange man!”

As practitioners, although they are all extraordinary people, their methods are different, which makes it interesting to watch.

There is no sequence in the Tao, and the master is the teacher.

In this regard, this fellow Taoist can be called their teacher.

Just at this time.

I only saw a few ripples suddenly appearing downstream of the river.

At first it was just swimming against the current.

But after a while, the waves became bigger and bigger, as if some huge monster was moving upstream.

I saw this scene of surging water.

The fish that had originally gathered here scattered as if they had encountered something terrifying.

"Wow..."

However, some fish are ultimately unlucky.

As they scattered, it was as if something was really eating them:
"Kacha kacha kacha..."

In the blink of an eye, a hint of blood red could be seen on the originally calm water surface.

It seems like there really is some ferocious beast.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but become nervous:

"Master, can you see what it is?"

Could it be some water monster or water demon that could cause such a big commotion in the river?

Hearing Qiu Sheng's question, Uncle Jiu shook his head:
"The water is too turbid, and the spiritual energy is too complex to block the eyes of the sky. I can't detect what is in it."

"But since this fellow Taoist is able to perform this, he must have had a plan in mind."

If you use tricks in front of your fellow Taoists and succeed, it is called showing off your power; if you fail, it is a huge loss of face.

The fact that the fisherman could come here with such confidence must have shown that he already had confidence.

Although it was the first time for both parties to meet.

But Uncle Jiu felt that this fisherman should also be a person who cares about face.

The river water suddenly became turbid.

The fisherman's expression instantly became serious, and he untied the fishing line on the bamboo pole and gently pulled it:
"brush!"

The fishing line was stretched tight at this moment, and it even seemed to flash a cold light under the sunlight.

"Old man, you finally came out!"

When he said this, the fisherman raised the bamboo pole in his hand, and then quickly threw the fishing line and hook in:
"brush!"

As soon as the fishing line entered the water, it was quickly submerged.

At the beginning, the force exerted by throwing it out made the fishing line very straight.

But later on, Uncle Jiu was somewhat surprised to find that the fishing line was abnormally straight.

It was as if there was something under the water, fighting with the fisherman in front of him for the fishing rod, and they were pulling each other.

"What a monster, you have so much strength!"

When he said this, the fisherman gathered his energy into his dantian, then poured in his strength and pulled up the fishing rod with all his might.

Even the fishing rod was bent.

But he still couldn't pull up the thing under the water.

It really looks like a fight between dragons and tigers.

"Master, he seems to be fighting hard, do you think we should go up and help him?"

Seeing that the fisherman's face had turned red, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but whisper in Uncle Jiu's ear.

After all, he was also a little curious about what on earth could have such great strength.

In general, it's just too much of a playful attitude.

After hearing Qiu Sheng's words, and looking at the fisherman who was playing tug-of-war with something under the water, Uncle Jiu slowly shook his head:

"We don't understand the mystery, so we shouldn't get involved, lest we end up doing more harm than good."

There are thousands of methods and countless skills in the spiritual world. Even if one comes from a big sect and has inherited the legacy of immortals, one cannot say that he has mastered all the magic in the world.

Get a method from the Tao, and choose a technique from the method.

Everything in this world has its own principles that connect to the heavens. It can also be said that there are three thousand great ways, and each one can lead to immortality.

It is also because of this that all schools and sects, and all kinds of things in the world, may evolve into means and magic.

If you don't know some tricks, it's best not to use them casually, lest you end up doing more harm than good. After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Qiu Sheng nodded as if he understood, and then he watched the two people playing tug-of-war:
"Okay then. I'll just watch."

When he said this, Qiu Sheng squatted on a nearby rock, then held his face with his hands and watched the fisherman work hard.

While he was fishing.

But when fishing, I would occasionally use the corner of my eyes to observe the two fellow Taoists on the shore.

When he saw Uncle Jiu stopping Qiu Sheng from coming to help, the fisherman nodded secretly in his heart.

But when he saw Qiu Sheng holding his face and watching him play tug-of-war, he couldn't help but feel anxious:

"I can't fight him anymore!"

Thinking of this, the fisherman became ruthless and looked at the river below with a heavy face.

Since you, a monster, have such means.

Then don't blame me for being ruthless!

Thinking of this, I saw the fisherman suddenly grab the fish basket at his waist, and then threw the fish basket out fiercely:
"Go!"

Following his soft cry.

Then, after the fish basket fell into the water, it began to slowly rotate in the water.

It looks like it has retained some of its moisture.

Looking at the fish basket thrown out by the fisherman, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but be a little surprised:

"Oh, this fish basket is actually a magical tool?"

This surprised him a little.

Nowadays, most things can be called magical instruments after they have been prayed and consecrated.

But there are differences between different Dharma instruments.

Take his whisk for example.

His ancestor Fu Fu Chen was woven using special means with the help of the great ancestor who worshipped him in the Shangqing main temple.

It can be called a magical weapon handed down from generation to generation.

This kind of magic weapon can be regarded as the best whether it is used in fighting or suppressing the luck of the Tao meridians.

Even among the common folk lineages, few have treasures of this level to suppress their luck.

Moreover.

In this day and age, magical power is very precious.

Most of the so-called magical instruments basically require enormous magical powers to control, and even occasionally, they need to be supplemented by the vitality of one's life.

Just like the Peacock Wizard.

When he died, the magic weapon in his hand did fall, but Uncle Jiu did not have the slightest greed.

On the one hand, he is indeed not greedy.

After all, Uncle Jiu has good stuff in his hands.

But on the other hand, although the magic weapon is powerful, it is not suitable for this era.

It can only be considered a second-rate magical weapon.

But this bamboo basket is different. He found that this bamboo basket looked ordinary and was actually the same as his whisk.

They are all extraordinary magical instruments.

Although the main function of the fish basket is not to slay demons or fight.

But that’s also amazing!
"No wonder Uncle Seventh came to see this Taoist first. It seems that this Taoist also has an extraordinary heritage and extraordinary means."

Although he is now only half a step away from cultivating a Dharma-existing Yuan Ling, he can be called a great master and a great practitioner.

But if you don’t take a step forward, you don’t take a step forward.

If both sides really want to fight, then it depends on who can fight better.

It can be seen from this magical weapon that the fisherman in front of him is definitely an extraordinary person.

Where did Seventh Uncle buy these?

Why are there so many experts!
As Uncle Jiu was observing quietly, he saw the fish basket suddenly sink at a certain moment.

Then, when he rose again, he saw that the fishing line had fallen into the fish basket.

"Haha, I knew you, this evil creature, couldn't escape! I've been keeping you under surveillance for two years, how could I not know your methods?"

Seeing that the fishing rod has fallen into the fish basket, the fisherman seems very happy.

Then he hurriedly pulled the fishing rod and pulled the fish basket over.

however.

When Qiu Sheng saw the fish that the fisherman had been wrestling with for so long fell into the fish basket, he was extremely surprised:
"No way, is this true? Could it be that the thing below escaped, or the fishhook was hung in the wrong place?"

For a fish to be able to wrestle with the fisherman for such a long time, it must be at least one foot long.

How big is this fish basket?
Isn't this really just a face-saving project done by the fishermen to save face?
Not only Qiu Sheng, but even Uncle Jiu who had been observing all the time, couldn't help but show a hint of surprise at this moment:
"The aquatic creature that can wrestle with such a master must be quite large. Could it be that this fish basket has the power to change the world?"

When it comes to this, even Uncle Jiu is a little uncertain.

If it were the Yin-Yang realm, it would be fine.

But to talk about the universe in a mustard seed is simply a joke.

How can there be a world like a mustard seed these days?

Even the profound knowledge in their Maoshan headquarters is just a tricky means using the Yin-Yang Realm.

For example, the Ji Le Ling Wu, which is a paper-zha style house, may have such a great reputation, but it is still not as good as a mustard seed.

They all use special means to train themselves into specific things.

What's the situation?
Seeing the two people in front of him showing puzzled expressions, the fisherman who had already collected the fish basket seemed very happy:

"My two Taoist friends, please look, this is the monster I have been waiting for for two years and finally captured in one fell swoop."

When he said this, the fisherman even placed the fish basket in front of Uncle Jiu, as if to let him broaden his horizons.

Look into the fish basket.

There was only a palm-sized turtle in the fish basket.

But what is surprising is that the turtle is golden all over, as if it were made of gold.

"This... this is... a dragon seed?"

After seeing this little golden turtle and feeling its aura, Uncle Nine felt a little uncertain.

However, after hearing what Uncle Jiu said, the fisherman seemed very proud:
"You are indeed well-informed! This is a dragon seed, and it is an old creature that has practiced for many years."

When he said this, he quickly took out the fishing line and then covered the fish basket:
"In the Yangtze River, there was once a powerful being who could transform from a dragon into a dragon and wanted to transform into a real dragon and fly away."

"But with the changes in the heavens, we can only sigh in vain. The blood of that senior will be spilled into the mighty Yangtze River."

When he said this, the fisherman chuckled and raised the fish basket in his hand:

"This evildoer is the dragon that got the blood of the Jiaolong and practiced underwater. He is the dragon that dominates the Yangtze River."

"After so many years of waiting, I finally caught him. Now I can take this opportunity to nourish the senior!"

As he said this, the fisherman took Uncle Jiu and wanted to rush home.

However, at this time.

Looking at the fisherman who seemed so cool just now, his face suddenly changed when he saw the waves rising in the distance.

Then, he quickly grabbed Qiu Sheng and Uncle Jiu and hid behind the rocks:

"Fellow Daoist, hold your breath!"

Seeing the fisherman so anxious, Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng, two Taoists who had already dealt with zombies before, held their breath.

next moment.

All I could hear was the sound of rolling waves:

"Crash..."

The waves jumped out of the Yangtze River and soaked everyone hiding behind the reefs.

When the sound of the waves gradually subsided, the fisherman stood up and looked towards the lower reaches of the Yangtze River unhappily:

"This bastard is still so high-profile. Just wait, your retribution is coming!"

(End of this chapter)