The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 200: Gathering People with Banners
Hearing what Seventh Uncle said, Ninth Uncle felt a slight movement in his heart, and then looked into the distance.

However, at this moment, his gaze became even deeper.

Just at this time.

I only saw the door of the house was suddenly opened from the inside:

"Seventh Uncle, Master, I have already pinned down these people, what should we do?"

When he said this, Qiu Sheng even had a piece of rope in his hand, and it seemed that he was going to tie up all these people.

Looking at Qiu Sheng who was holding a rope inside the door, the fisherman took a few steps forward and then looked inside:

“How many people are there in here?”

As the fisherman walked forward, Qiu Sheng quickly spoke:
"Not counting the old man just now, there should be four, but most of them don't have any special abilities, and only one managed to draw out a stream of energy."

"Fortunately, I was prepared and I subdued them all in no time. Otherwise, I might have been ambushed by them."

When he said this, Qiu Sheng gently pulled the rope in his hand.

Then, he saw that the other end of the rope was tied with four figures of different ages, but none of them looked old.

Seeing this, the fisherman nodded, then walked casually to Qiu Sheng's side and said:
"Wildfires cannot be extinguished, spring breezes will bring new life. Now that the deed has been done, we should cut the grass and eradicate it completely!"

When he said this, the fisherman's face couldn't help but become slightly fierce, and then he quickly made a move and pinched the face of the young man closest to him:

"Crack!"

A clear voice sounded.

Then, the young man who had just been beaten and screaming was seen to have completely lost his life.

Seeing this scene, others were shocked:
"No...don't..."

However, Diaoyu seemed very indifferent at this moment. He just took two or three steps and followed the same method to eliminate the other three.

"Anyone who practices evil is entitled to be punished. In the spiritual world, whoever has the bigger fist is right. This is an eternal law."

When he said this, the fisherman took out a handkerchief from a dead man and wiped his fingers with it.

It looked as if he was trying to wipe off something dirty on his hands.

Seeing how the fisherman crushed these four people to death so easily, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but his pupils shrink slightly.

This method is too cruel.

He is indeed a veteran in the underworld.

He still has too little experience, and his heart is not hard enough or ruthless enough. It seems he still needs to practice.

Compared to Qiu Sheng, Uncle Jiu, who followed the fisherman, still had a very calm expression on his face:
“Qiu Sheng, please help Uncle Seventh find a place to bury these bodies first. There are many evil spirits on this mountain. I will go and help them to be reborn.”

When he said this, Uncle Jiu pinched his fingers and then walked towards the place where the resentment was the deepest.

As he walked away into the distance, the sound of chanting of the Lingbao Sutra gradually became more and more noticeable.

Indistinctly, it makes people feel clear-headed.

Seeing that his master had gone to pray for the dead souls, Qiu Sheng shook his head helplessly, and then helped to loosen the ropes tied to those people:

"If I had known I wouldn't have used ropes to tie them up. It was a waste of effort."

Looking at Qiu Sheng untying the rope, the fisherman shook his head helplessly, and then started to get things out.

Looking at the way he was taking out tables, chairs and benches, it seemed as if he was going to set up an altar here.

Although Qiu Sheng was a little curious, his master was not there at the moment, so he decided to bury these people first.

However, just as he buried one of them under an old jujube tree and had not yet returned.

I only saw a small voice suddenly coming out from the cloth bag he had been carrying on his back:

"My friend, Qiu Sheng, don't move any further. There is a great terror ahead..."

Although Blake was just a small rag doll at the moment, Qiu Sheng could vaguely hear a hint of fear from his tone.

Looking at him like this, if he really had a body, he would have been trembling with fear, his teeth chattering:

"You seemed like a dead person these past few days. I couldn't contact you. How come you suddenly came back to life today?"

Looking at Blake who cautiously stuck his head out and observed from a distance, Qiu Sheng was also a little curious.

Hearing Qiu Sheng's complaints, Blake couldn't help but roll his eyes subconsciously:
"Even if you couldn't contact me, didn't you still wrap me up with that damn yellow cloth every morning when you practiced?"

"Qiu Sheng, do you know that you will have no friends if you do this?"

After hearing Blake's complaints, Qiu Sheng seemed very natural, without any guilt at all:
"You don't understand me. I use a spell to wrap you up and block your perception of the outside world. In fact, I am protecting you."

"After all, our Maoshan is a big sect in the cultivation world, and we don't allow any core inheritance to be leaked out."

"Although you probably can't escape in your current state, if you secretly learn the Maoshan inheritance, you will probably suffer."

When he said this, Qiu Sheng paused, looking as if he was very experienced:
"Don't think that your current situation is the worst. In fact, you haven't seen the worst outcome yet."

"If you really stole the Maoshan inheritance, then our ancestors in the underworld will not be polite to you."

"When the time comes, our eighteen levels of hell, with all the various means of torturing people, will be much more severe than what you call hell in the West."

Now that he has rested for such a long time with Uncle Jiu, he has also gained some understanding of the foundation of his own sect.

I am no longer a bumpkin.

A mere Blake wouldn't cause him to have any concerns.

Hearing what Qiu Sheng said, Blake subconsciously shrank his head, looking as if he was frightened:
"Okay, okay, my friend, you are right. I underestimated your protection of occult knowledge."

"However, compared to our Western wizards and magic swordsmen, your protection of knowledge is much better than theirs."

"At least I was lucky enough to watch them while they were training and even brewing potions."

When he said the last part, Blake seemed quite smug, and for a moment, the doll actually looked quite similar.

Seeing that Blake had turned the question back again, Qiu Sheng gently tapped his head and then said:
"You haven't answered my question yet, what's wrong with you lately?"

After being flicked on the head by Qiu Sheng, Blake screamed subconsciously, and then he held his head and looked at Qiu Sheng in front of him in an accusatory manner:
"Qiu Sheng, can you be a little gentler? Even though I'm just a rag doll now, you can't abuse me like this."

After accusing Qiu Sheng of abusing him, Blake quickly spoke:
"The reason why I haven't contacted you recently is because the old man next to you is so scary."

"After I came out to meet you last time, I felt a certain power from that old man, as if he wanted to suck me in."

"If it weren't for the special power surging in the old man this time, I wouldn't dare to come out and say these two sentences to you."

When he said this, Blake moved his eyes and glanced at Song Feng in the distance with a sly look.

When he found that Song Feng didn't pay attention to the two of them, he carefully retracted his head and then closed his eyes.
"Okay, I've reminded you all that I need to, I'm going to fall asleep, don't call me if you have nothing else to do." "Wait until I've absorbed all the energy from this doll, and then I'll teach you English and knowledge when you wake up."

"Don't worry, I won't lose it..."

Before he could finish his words, Blake fell silent, as if he really didn't dare to show up.

Seeing Blake being so cowardly, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but look a little contemptuous.

At the same time, he looked at his seventh uncle who was sitting on the armchair next to him, watching the fisherman working quietly, with a look of surprise on his face:
"Is Seventh Uncle really that powerful?"

After a moment of doubt in his heart, Qiu Sheng subconsciously slapped himself:

"Seventh Uncle is Seventh Uncle. There can't be the slightest doubt. I am really stupid to dare to question Seventh Uncle."

However, right after he slapped himself, he also passed the hot-blooded period, and then subconsciously covered his face:

"I got carried away by mistake. If I had known, I wouldn't have used so much strength..."

Touching his red and hot face, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but feel like crying.

I just taught myself a lesson in the heat of the moment, and now I really regret it.

After all, he didn't cast any spell just now.

The slap landed literally on his mouth.

Uncle Jiu, who had such a high level of Taoism, took him a long time to recover after he turned into panda eyes, let alone him, a young Taoist who had just entered the Taoist sect.

"It will probably swell up soon..."

When Qiu Sheng thought about going out with half of his face swollen, he wanted to slap himself again.

It's too real to hit yourself.

the other side.

I saw that the fisherman who had been busy just now had stopped what he was doing.

Looking towards the courtyard.

All I could see at this moment were three large tables in the courtyard.

The three large tables are arranged in a stepped manner.

On the highest table was a large incense burner that was searched out from the room.

Fruits and vegetables are offered on both sides of the incense burner.

There is also everything you need, such as straw paper, incense and candles.

The fragrant fireworks rose into the sky, looking like a fire.

Keep everything simple.

If Qiu Sheng hadn't known that the fisherman would never do something without a purpose, he would have really thought that this person was just casually offering sacrifices to his ancestors.

After all, there are no clear spellcasting materials and targets here, and it looks just like ordinary people offering sacrifices to their ancestors.

At this moment, the fisherman took two steps forward, then bowed and said to Song Feng who was sitting on the chair:

"Senior, everything is ready."

Looking at the respectful fisherman in front of him, Song Feng stood up, and then slowly walked to the altar:

"I haven't used this altar for many years. I don't know how many people are still alive after all these years..."

When he said this, Song Feng pointed directly at the many incense sticks burning high up:
"boom!"

Faintly, it was as if it had really grasped the aroma of the burning incense, causing the aroma of the incense to rise up directly on the spot.

It no longer looks like it leads straight to the sky.

Seeing Song Feng's actions, the fisherman bowed and stood behind him, looking very respectful:
"Senior, you are too kind. All the Taoist friends who were able to make something of themselves in those days were not easy to deal with."

"I believe that most of the fellow Taoists are waiting for you to give them a call."

When it comes to this, the fisherman did not hide his admiration for Song Feng at all.

Faintly, there seemed to be flashes of light in his eyes.

After hearing what the fisherman said, Song Feng chuckled and did not comment:

"In that case, let's try it."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly tapped his arm lightly, and then pointed his finger at the incense sticks that were surrounded by dark clouds:

"Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner, appear!"

As his magic power flows.

Immediately afterwards, a straight line of light suddenly rose up from the mist that had just formed.

A thread of spiritual light as big as a sycamore seed.

The spiritual light soared into the sky and was more than three meters high.

And just when the spiritual light was more than three meters, it seemed that a very strange banner head was falling from top to bottom.

The light is divided into five colors, and auspicious reflections are thousands of rays.

At the moment when the spiritual flag appeared, a ray of spiritual light suddenly shot up into the sky, followed by a sad wind, a tragic fog, and a gloomy aura.

Indistinctly, it seemed as if it was about to turn into substance and change this place into a dark and gloomy place.

As this ray of spiritual light rose into the sky.

Song Feng quickly took action and gently lifted the banner from top to bottom, as if a pair of big hands had rolled up the entire banner.

Just a breeze passing by.

All I saw was that the unclear banner that seemed to want to change the world just now disappeared in an instant.

Even the aroma of the incense that seemed very organized just now began to drift in all directions, surrounded by smoke.

It is no longer possible to see the reason behind it.

At the moment when the banner appeared, the fisherman who had been standing behind Song Feng as a respectful guardian could not help but have a gleam of light in his eyes:
"This is the legendary Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner. The rumors are indeed true. It really has the power to reach the sky. No wonder the soul-catch-all technique is vaguely called the best side-door technique!"

Just when the fisherman was happy to see the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner, a legendary magical weapon.

The monks from various sects who were hiding in various places raised their heads as if they had sensed something.

"...Senior summoned me!"
(End of this chapter)