The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 196 Summary after the war
In the early morning, the fog was thick.

At this moment, the fisherman was stewing several pots of fish soup for nourishment.

This fish soup is milky white.

Just smelling it makes people feel relaxed and happy:
"Wow, it smells so good!"

Looking at the bowl of fish soup served by the fisherman, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but admire it subconsciously.

Then, he looked at the fish soup in front of him seriously, as if he was looking forward to it very much.

Seeing Qiu Sheng's performance, the fisherman couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly, and then laughed softly:
"You are too kind, fellow Daoist. After so many years by the Yangtze River, I only know how to make fish soup, which is just barely acceptable."

Of course, this was his humble words.

After all, he lives alone these days, and the only thing that can please him is some delicious food.

For someone who is not short of money and has abilities, there is not much fun for him here except studying food.

But no matter what, it is undoubtedly a pleasure to have someone praise what you have done.

Looking at the bowls of chicken soup on the table, Song Feng chuckled, then looked at Uncle Jiu who had been studying Bai Na Yi:

"After studying for so long, what did Jiu find out?"

Hearing Uncle Seven's question, Uncle Nine, who was studying the tattered patchwork shirt carefully, frowned slightly:

"This patchwork garment is made of hundreds of different fabrics, and it is similar to the rice from hundreds of families."

"However, unlike ordinary patchwork clothes, each piece of fabric on this piece of clothing is mixed with special silk threads."

"If I'm not mistaken, someone must have used secret methods to draw secret codes on this thread."

"Although I don't know what the secret message means for the time being, but from now on, it should not be harmful to us."

When he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu also put aside the small gadget in his hand that looked like a magnifying glass.

This Western thing is quite useful.

With this thing, some things that cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye can be seen more or less vaguely.

That way you don't have to waste your magic power to open your third eye and use other means.

"However, mastering the method of drawing secret codes on silk threads is truly shocking enough."

How thick can a silk thread be?
Being able to draw secret codes on an ordinary silk thread requires the magic and various methods used to be kept absolutely secret.

It's surprising to say the least. Why did Yin Hansheng suddenly come to them and tell them about the problems on Feihe Mountain?

Seeing Uncle Jiu finish studying the patchwork clothes in his hand, the old man who was fishing and drinking fish soup suddenly said:
"At first I was also frightened by the beggar, but now I realize that the old man seems to have appeared near the Yangtze River."

"I didn't pay much attention to it before. After all, there are only one or two beggars these days, so there's really no need to take them to heart."

"But now, when I think about it in my mind, I find that this old guy seems to be paying too much attention to the practitioners of the Yinshan lineage."

When he said this, a look of displeasure appeared on the fisherman's face.

Considering that he is a fisherman, his martial arts training may not be earth-shattering, but it can be considered an achievement.

Unexpectedly, he was fooled by an old beggar, who used a sleight of hand to give him a head start.

Although I also reacted.

After all, if the old beggar was really that powerful, he wouldn't have played this trick on me.

If a fight really broke out, at such a close distance, the two would be evenly matched. He was even confident that he could kill the old beggar.

After hearing what the fisherman said, Uncle Jiu nodded slightly, as if he agreed with it:

"If he hadn't been keeping an eye on the situation in the Yangtze River, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to come so quickly and in time."

“Although there are rumors of masters in this spiritual world, I have never heard of any Yin Hansheng who really has extraordinary magical powers.”

Nowadays, if someone has an extraordinary background and practices the Dharma, who would be willing to dress himself up like a beggar for no reason?

Yin Hansheng is a master among beggars.

If there really is such a leader who has cultivated a magical power and possesses a spiritual essence, a master of giant level appears in this day and age, there will definitely be turmoil in the spiritual world.

Moreover, after a brief review in his mind, he found that Yin Hansheng's Taoism was far inferior to that of his own old man, the head of Maoshan.

In terms of temperament, he is far inferior to his seventh uncle.

It's just that he got the timing right.

Otherwise, if so many experts joined forces, they might really beat the old beggar to death.

After all, two fists are no match for four hands.

And they also have the ability to kill a master with just a few punches.

"Has Seventh Uncle discovered his background?"

When he said the last part, Uncle Nine subconsciously looked at Uncle Seventh, who was sitting there calmly, drinking fish soup leisurely.

This old man, Seventh Uncle, was originally very mysterious. Now, as he went north, he became more and more unfathomable.

He felt that the old man must have discovered something, otherwise, based on his character, he would never let the old beggar leave so easily.

Hearing Uncle Jiu's question, everyone present couldn't help but prick up their ears subconsciously.

Seeing the disappointing performance of several people, Song Feng couldn't help but laugh, and then said faintly:
"You little guys also know that only those practitioners who have truly practiced the righteous way and established their Dao have the essence of their energy and appearance that is commensurate with their age."

"The old beggar's original essence has not been consumed too much. It is indeed consistent with his age and level of cultivation."

Practicing unorthodox methods instead of the orthodox method, and relying more on one's own energy and spirit to cast spells, consumes a lot of life energy.

For example, most of those who appear old after practicing unorthodox methods are not truly old.

Some may look to be in their seventies or eighties, but in fact they are not even forty.

"And if I remember correctly, there was indeed a cultivator from the Beggar Sect who made a name for himself back then."

"But it is said that he later met a disciple he liked, and I don't know where he went to teach his disciples."

When he said the last words, Song Feng's expression couldn't help but become a little weird and unpredictable, and his eyes became much deeper.

“Hiss…I understand!”

Hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng subconsciously took a breath of cold air, and then shouted:
"This old beggar cares so much about the person who collects the packages on Feihe Mountain. Maybe the person who collects the packages is his former disciple."

"If we follow the logic of myths and legends and ghost stories, I'm afraid this old beggar must have something to restrain him, which is in the hands of the person who received the package."

"It is inconvenient for him to do it himself, so he came here to show his power, hoping to borrow our help to get rid of this traitor..." However, as he talked and analyzed the logical roots of the old beggar's actions, his voice became smaller and smaller.

When he got to the end, he just stopped.

Because he reacted.

A situation like this, of being backstabbed by one's own disciple, isn't this exactly the same as what happened to my seventh uncle? And if I were to talk about it here, wouldn't it be as if I were implying something about my seventh uncle?

Dying, dying.

No wonder among so many people, I was the only one who seemed to have understood something and was bragging about it.

It seems that the other few people are all shrewd and are just waiting for a young man like me to show up.

The old man has no moral principles!
When thinking of this, Qiu Sheng subconsciously glanced at the expressions of the other three people present.

Looking closely, I saw that the fisherman had an expression of admiration on his face, and it seemed that he was very impressed with his own quick wit.

Uncle Jiu had a mysterious look on his face.

Mom's expression was very obvious, and she looked more gloating than the deputy.

Well, it seems that my guess was correct.

As a young man like me, I was afraid that I would be treated as the scapegoat by these three old veterans in front of me.

When he said this, Qiu Sheng subconsciously felt somewhat relieved:

"Luckily this is my seventh uncle, otherwise I would be in trouble."

But he knew that his seventh uncle was not much more cunning than his ninth uncle.

If you offend your ninth uncle, you might be able to escape, but if you offend your seventh uncle, you will be in big trouble if you are not careful.

Fortunately, I am my seventh uncle’s grandson.

Otherwise, if you don't pay attention to the situation and have no tact, you will probably get into trouble at any time.

Seeing Qiu Sheng seemed to have realized what was happening and had lowered his voice, Mamadi smiled and said:
"Qiu Sheng, why don't you continue?"

Looking at this old guy who was gloating over other people's misfortunes, Qiu Sheng wished he could give him two punches.

My master is so unreliable.

Seeing his mother teasing Qiu Sheng, Uncle Jiu shook his head gently and put the Bai Na Yi aside:

"Seventh Uncle, what should we do next?"

Seventh Uncle is the real leader and backbone of this trip to the north, and what he says really counts.

After all, Seventh Uncle is a shrewd old man who has already made a plan in his mind. I'm afraid all this is within his expectations.

After drinking the fish soup, Song Feng glanced at Uncle Jiu beside him, and then said softly:
"Since someone on Feihe Mountain has come up with a solution for us, we just need to take a few more steps."

"It just so happens that I heard that recently some disciples of the Tantric sect have come to the north along the westward road."

"I just don't know if some of the old guys are here. If they are, I will definitely give them some big surprises..."

When he said this, Song Feng's eyes seemed to become even deeper.

Then, the shadow beneath him shook slightly, and it looked as if it came alive.

"The disciples of the Tantric sect have also come to the Central Plains? If that's the case, I'm afraid they will be a little difficult to deal with..."

After hearing what Seventh Uncle said, Ninth Uncle couldn't help but frown subconsciously.

If it is just a simple unorthodox practice and some rabble relying on the so-called Yinshan Taoism, then it can be easily solved.

Most of them are unorthodox followers. You can control them by taking advantage of their weaknesses using the techniques of life, restraint and transformation.

But this Tantra is different.

It can be considered a major sect outside of the Central Plains. According to legend, there are even immortals who have achieved immortality and ascended to heaven.

Of course, according to their words, it turned into a rainbow and left, entering the Buddha's kingdom.

But no matter what, no matter how many branches there are within Tantric Buddhism, this tradition has many merits.

This is a true inheritance from a great sect.

If someone from the Tantric Buddhism really came to the Central Plains and colluded with the Yinshan lineage, then the strength of the Yinshan lineage would probably increase greatly.

I am not afraid of him having means, but I am afraid of him having both the ability and means.

Cultivating nature without cultivating destiny is the first problem in spiritual practice. Cultivating destiny without cultivating nature, even the soul will find it difficult to become a saint after ten thousand calamities.

If Seventh Uncle expressed his meaning correctly, these bald monks might have come with bad intentions!

Seeing Uncle Jiu frowning slightly, the fisherman did not seem to be worried at all, and even laughed:

"They are just some bald donkeys. How can we let others bully us on our territory?"

Just kidding, although he didn't know what the trump card of his senior was, but just a glimpse of it could tell how terrifying it was.

If this senior really raised his arm and called for action, would they still be afraid of these practitioners outside the Central Plains?
It's just a clay chicken and a clay dog!

Seeing how confident the fisherman was in his Seventh Uncle, even Uncle Nine couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Where does he get such mysterious self-confidence?
At this moment, the fisherman who had just looked so confident now looked at Qiu Sheng next to him curiously:
"Fellow Daoist, where did you get this musket?"

I remember that he clearly raided the Cao Gang's lair at that time, so there was no way he could have missed a musket, right?
This thing is very valuable.

Even if he didn't need it, he would definitely pack it up and wait to sell it for money one day.

There is absolutely no way such a big mistake could happen.

Seeing the curious look on the fisherman's face, Qiu Sheng chuckled, then touched the rifle in his hand and said with a smile:
"We found this in the yamen's musket storehouse when we were settling those girls. I even set up a special cover for it."

"If nothing unexpected happens, I'm afraid no one will ever find this gun."

He has the ability to pass through walls and is unpredictable, plus his cultivation has improved greatly recently, so how could he not give it a try?
You see, he is extremely talented when it comes to stealing things.

There are few good people in the government nowadays.

If he wasn't worried about the commotion going too far and something unexpected happening, he would have confiscated all the guns.

Seeing Qiu Sheng's expression, the fisherman was a little surprised, and then he seemed to understand something:
"As expected, you can't judge a person by his appearance, and you can't measure the depth of the ocean. You are worthy of being the junior of the senior..."

(End of this chapter)