The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 201 Lord of Beiyin Mountain
In the blink of an eye when Song Feng was casting the spell, Qiu Sheng could not help but be stunned:
"This, this, this...what is this?"

"Seventh Uncle, is this what you just cast? Isn't this amazing?"

When he said the last sentence, Qiu Sheng seemed a little confused and even looked at Uncle Jiu subconsciously.

After all, Uncle Jiu is his master, so he naturally has to ask his master if he has any questions.

Although he had followed Uncle Jiu for a long time, he also followed Uncle Jiu to slay demons and monsters and fought magic with others.

But fighting is just fighting.

To be honest, most of them use some means of mutual generation and restraint. Even if it is black dog blood, the peach wood sword is useless. At most, you can build an altar to ask the gods for help.

What did he see now?
Wow, there is a three-meter-high line of spiritual light, and even a faintly visible very mysterious banner.

He really saw that his seventh uncle really didn't have anything in his hand.

This is definitely an extraordinary method.

Could it be that his understanding of the current spiritual world is still too shallow? From the looks of it, it doesn't seem like the spiritual energy is declining as Master said.

Even the many master wizards in Investiture of the Gods are probably only at this level.

Awesome, it’s really awesome!

Seeing Qiu Sheng's suspicious look, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but show a trace of surprise:

"This... How is this possible? In broad daylight, it can change the world and reverse yin and yang?"

When it came to the last part, Uncle Jiu was also confused.

If he hadn't just seen it with his own eyes, if someone else had told him, he would probably have given that guy two big slaps in the face.

In broad daylight, the yin and yang are reversed, the world is changed, do you really think this is a story? Do you really think this is ancient times?
Who would have thought that he saw this with his own eyes.

What method is this?
This is simply not something that an ordinary practitioner can display.

He was confident that if his seventh uncle had not stopped his actions, the situation here would have been turned upside down.

Seeing the hint of astonishment in Uncle Jiu's eyes, Qiu Sheng understood that his master was also shocked.

For a moment, the master and the disciple were in a state of inexplicable horror.

Although they don't look similar.

But the action at this moment has a kind of similarity.

The fisherman who was watching from the sidelines, trying to see their reactions, couldn't help but marvel:
"They are indeed a close master and disciple. Even their movements are exactly the same. Their expressions are even more alike than if they were their own children."

After hearing what the fisherman said, Song Feng glanced at the shocked master and disciple, then shook his head slightly:
"Heaven, Earth, Emperor, Parents, and Teacher. If we really talk about intimacy, the relationship between master and disciple is not necessarily shallower than blood ties."

"Bloodlines may be cut off, but the inheritance of ideas can truly last forever..."

Just like many Taoist sects today, most far-sighted Dharma sects will recruit talents from all walks of life.

Only those sects that are conservative and self-contained will only allow their own bloodline descendants to practice and inherit.

This kind of inheritance will become extinct sooner or later.

After all, it is just a single bloodline, how can it defeat the many geniuses in the world?

Although I was a little surprised.

But thanks to his good upbringing, Uncle Jiu quickly recovered:

"Seventh Uncle, you hid it really well. If you had told me earlier that you had this ability, would I have followed you to the north?"

When he said the last words, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but reveal a hint of helplessness in his smile.

Although he had long known that this old uncle of his had a lot of hidden things, the whole person was a mystery.

But he never expected that this old uncle of his had hidden so much. It was just a drop in the bucket, not even the tip of the iceberg.

What is that flying banner?
Not to mention that he had never seen this thing before, even if it was brought to the Maoshan headquarters, it was estimated that apart from his own master, few people would dare to say anything.

To be able to display such abilities in this era, it is not an exaggeration to call him a land immortal or even a contemporary earthly immortal!

"No, no, I just borrowed the altar and cast a small spell, it's nothing worth mentioning."

When he said this, Song Feng waved his hand very low-key:
"I have lived long enough now, but I am far less capable than you young men in your prime."

"When practicing martial arts, you know how to beat the master with random punches. With my limited energy, I can barely survive, let alone fight with others."

"If I don't find a few brave and hard-working young people to help me, I might really end up in trouble..."

Seeing that Seventh Uncle always keeps a low profile and puts himself in a relatively low position.

For a moment, Uncle Jiu was speechless.

Not to mention someone as accomplished as Seventh Uncle, even a great wizard with great rage would still have some airs and baggage.

I didn't expect that this old guy, Seventh Uncle, who is so powerful and has been in the underworld for so long, has no respect at all.

It's definitely a piece of shit!

And what does it mean to kill a master with random punches?
This statement only applies to those martial arts sects in today's world who only practice some ordinary methods and have no real foundation for cultivation.

Who in the cultivation world dares to look down on this old man?
Besides, the spiritual energy in today's spiritual world has long since declined to the extreme, and most people would rather not use their magic powers than do so.

Altar rituals have long become mainstream.

In fact, age has relatively little impact on the casting of spells and fighting.

This old guy was just looking for an excuse.

However, after hearing what Song Feng said, the fisherman nodded very seriously, and then said:
"Senior, don't worry. I'm here and will never let those little cats and dogs hurt you in the slightest."

When he said this, the fisherman clenched his fists, as if to state his identity and position.

He has a very accurate understanding of himself.

He is the bodyguard specially hired by the senior to protect him. He may not participate in the fight, but he must protect the senior.

After all, the senior is really quite old.

Although the senior once dominated the martial arts world and stirred up the spiritual world, he also experienced countless wars in his time.

Thinking back to the past, all those heroes who followed the senior to stir up trouble in the martial arts world have died one after another. It is already remarkable that the senior can live to this age.

No matter what, we must protect our seniors.

As long as he can hold on and prevent any thieves from getting close to him, the senior will definitely not suffer any harm.

Coincidentally, as a true martial arts practitioner and a master who has one foot halfway towards becoming a martial arts master, he is the ceiling of the bodyguard industry.

Seeing the fisherman beside him solemnly swearing to be loyal to Uncle Seven, Uncle Nine couldn't help but twitch his lips:
"Seventh Uncle is really popular."

I don’t know how this old guy, Seventh Uncle, is fooling people. Why are these people so obedient?
I really don't know what magic this old guy has. Just when Uncle Jiu was complaining in his heart, he saw Qiu Sheng running to Song Feng's side and then curiously said:
"Seventh Uncle, did you really do that just now? How did you make such a big banner?"

Looking at Qiu Sheng with a curious look on his face, Uncle Jiu's ears couldn't help but prick up subconsciously.

Hearing Qiu Sheng's question, Song Feng chuckled and then looked towards the distant sky:
"Just now, I just used the altar to cast a small spell, which was used to summon some old friends."

"We will have to stay on this mountain for a while, so we can wait for these old friends..."

Seeing that his seventh uncle did not directly answer his question, Qiu Sheng could not help but feel disappointed.

But even so, he was still very excited.

After all, this spiritual world is really interesting.

This is much better than following my master and hanging around in Renjia Town.

At least what I saw was magical.

If someone told him at this time that someone had become an immortal through cultivation in some remote corner and asked him to go and watch the ceremony, he would not be surprised.

This spiritual world is really too mysterious.

Everything was tempting him, making him unable to help but gradually become addicted to it.

After hearing what Uncle Seven said, Uncle Nine couldn't help but reveal a hint of thought in his eyes:

"Gather some old friends?"

The function of this altar is like an arrow that pierces the clouds and brings down thousands of troops.

However, Seventh Uncle is already so old. Those whom he calls old friends can’t all be old monsters, right?
Not to mention that he is older than my seventh uncle.

Even if they are about the same age as him, they are definitely antiques in the spiritual world.

As long as a cultivator of this age is alive, he would definitely be considered an elder among the major sects.

There are a lot of people like this.

As long as three or five of them come, their journey north will be very smooth.

Even if there were more old men of this level, they could directly attack the Maoshan headquarters.

It’s not that he underestimates his own headquarters.

But none of the old guys who have lived to this age and are still stirring up trouble in the spiritual world are easy to deal with.

It’s okay if it’s a famous and upright family.

After all, practitioners from famous and upright sects all practice the correct Dharma, so they have no problem prolonging their lifespan and can live a very long life.

There may be a lot of old things from various schools and factions.

But there are relatively few old guys who are really capable.

However, among the many unconventional practitioners who have become popular among the people, if they can live to this age, they must be real old monsters.

There is too much gold content in this.

It's really sparkling!
The Taoist temple on Feihe Mountain has all kinds of real objects.

It is precisely because of this.

Several people can wait peacefully on Feihe Mountain without having to worry about food, drink, and the bathroom.

As for whether the so-called headquarters of the Yinshan lineage could discover problems with their branches in various places, Song Feng said that he was not worried at all.

After all, transportation is very poor in this day and age.

Under normal circumstances, a letter might take at least ten days, half a month, or even several months to arrive.

Do you really think that you can use various magic tricks to convey messages casually?
Wrong, dead wrong!

People like this mob that gather together and practice unconventional methods are the ones who truly cherish their own spiritual energy.

They themselves are not united, let alone reporting their situations every month.

According to the current situation, it is estimated that within two or three months, the headquarters of the so-called Yinshan lineage will not even be able to discover that something has happened to the several demons here.

In this time, he has flattened all the gangs.

Then why worry about the news leaking?
Just two or three days passed.

After finishing his dinner normally, Uncle Nine came to Uncle Seven with great curiosity and sat on the stone steps:
"Seventh Uncle, there is something I don't know whether I should say or not."

Looking at Uncle Nine who was hesitant to speak, Song Feng couldn't help but smile, and then he said softly:
"If you have anything to say, just say it."

Uncle Jiu looked so awkward. Given his petty and vengeful personality, he would be so angry that he would die if he didn't ask the question.

After hearing what Uncle Seven said, Uncle Nine immediately asked:

"Seventh Uncle, I'm just curious, how did you manage to get so many capable practitioners to obey your orders?"

"According to my understanding of the practitioners in the spiritual world, even if these people are not the kind of people who forget their principles when they see profit, they shouldn't be like this."

"You have so hastily summoned some of your old friends. Aren't you really afraid that they will attack you?"

He didn't believe that with his Seventh Uncle's experience in the underworld, he couldn't see the undercurrents.

However, when Song Feng heard this part of his question, he couldn't help but laugh softly:

“If you want to have some more reliable young people to follow you, then you should train them from a young age.”

"If you have truly experienced war and the struggles in the cultivation world, you will understand that such things are very simple."

"You don't need to do too much. You just need to give them a way to survive when they are about to die and guide them to worship a master..."

When he said this, Song Feng's expression gradually became calm, as if he remembered something:
"As for the mentality issues you are worried about, I have already made up my mind."

"With you and the fisherman, even if some people have ideas in their minds, they dare not take action."

"My former reputation is more deeply rooted in people's hearts than you can imagine..."

At the end of his speech, Song Feng rarely boasted about himself, and it seemed as if he was chatting with a junior.

However, when Uncle Nine heard Uncle Seven say this, he looked at Uncle Seven seriously and then asked:

"Seventh Uncle, who are you?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu holding back for such a long time, and finally saying this, Song Feng's smile became deeper:
"I have lived for so many years, and I have left some good or bad reputations in various places in Kyushu."

"Some people call me a demon, some people call me a virtuous person, and some people call me a troublemaker in the spiritual world."

"But after living for so many years, I still prefer the name Lord of Beiyin Mountain..."

(End of this chapter)