The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 210 It's Your Pleasure

The supernatural powers are vast and the Dharma has a spiritual essence!

This word was actually connected originally, which shows the dignity of the Dharma.

What does it mean that there is a primordial spirit in the Dharma?
Simply judging from the superficial meaning, there is spirituality in the magic that is practiced.

The magic spells cast are spiritual and can enlighten and elevate the soul. This is an extremely extraordinary means of reaching the heavens.

Such people are masters of real person level even in ancient times when spiritual energy had not declined and people could still fly and hide underground.

Nowadays, spiritual energy has indeed been gradually declining. Compared with the masters in ancient times, the masters with the same level of Taoism in leveraging the spiritual energy of heaven and earth are so different.

But this does not mean that there will be no masters like those in ancient times in this era.

Actually, to be honest.

The spiritual world has developed to this level today, and there are fewer true immortal-level beings than in ancient times.

Most of it is forward-looking.

In other words, after learning from the experiences of many predecessors in ancient times, the current cultivation world is generally more prosperous than the ancient cultivation world.

Although these masters who cannot cultivate the Dharma and have spiritual power nowadays cannot be like the masters in ancient times, who could travel to the North Sea in the morning and stay at night in the evening, or move mountains and fill the sea in Cangwu.

But the fact that they are alive is proof of their practice.

To be honest, if you can cultivate the Yuan Ling method, you have reached the second step of the road to heaven, which is what people call refining Qi to become a spirit.

Refining essence into Qi, refining Qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, and refining emptiness into the Dao. These are the four steps to the great way to heaven.

But really speaking.

Even those great men who, as the legend goes, had truly cultivated and become immortals and held high positions in heaven, were only at the stage of returning to the void.

To become an immortal is to practice the spirit and return to the void.

The idea of ​​refining the void and merging with the Tao has been included in legends since ancient times. It is said that it was passed down from the mouths of immortals who have become gods.

But no one knows whether it exists or not.

Perhaps, in that vast world where immortals can truly roam, in that world where spiritual practice is truly flourishing, there will be such people.

In today's era, inspiration has indeed temporarily declined.

However, these people who have reached the Yuanling level can still be regarded as the foundation of the cultivation world.

No matter what era.

As long as there is even a trace of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, there is no real connection between heaven and earth and a spiritual desert.

Then these people will always be the bosses.

To a certain extent, the method of cultivation is to cultivate the spirit, not the spirit within sight. It requires the realm of Qi training to pry open the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Even if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is gone.

At most, these people are unable to perform very powerful methods, but they can still continue to comprehend the world.

To put it bluntly.

There is no one who is not a genius who can cultivate the Dharma with the existence of Yuan Ling.

Moreover, as a real official in the underworld, Uncle Jiu understands the value of the Dharma.

That is the existence that can truly cultivate the Yin Spirit.

Even if such a person is dead or alive, his spirit can travel into the underworld, be granted a certificate by the judge, and become a god in the underworld.

That is the leadership that has truly reached the highest level.

This is not the case with those beasts of burden who, because of their lack of spiritual power, are recruited by the underworld as ghost soldiers and ghosts, and whose souls are captured and refined to go out on field missions.

It lay dormant when spiritual energy was declining. Seeing that firearms were becoming more powerful, the cultivation world was temporarily in decline.

But one day, if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth could revive and lead to nirvana and rebirth.

Those masters who have mastered the art of cultivation and have mastered the Yuan Ling method must tell you what it means that the times have changed again.

It was precisely because he knew the dignity of such a person that Uncle Jiu couldn't help but feel shocked.

It’s so enjoyable. It’s really so enjoyable.

When it comes to a true fight at the head master level, even for him, a true disciple of Maoshan and one of the most famous masters in the world of cultivation, it is rare to see him.

It can even be said that I have never seen it before.

After all, in this day and age, it's not easy for any sect or school. Where do so many masters at the head level come from who are willing to fight to the death and display all kinds of methods?
But then again.

As far as he knew, despite these big bosses, they all looked like old men.

But those are just their means of gathering their own essence, energy and spirit into their origin and hiding their own vitality.

Just like my seventh uncle.

This old guy looked so miserable when we first met, but now he is still alive and kicking, stirring up a storm in the spiritual world?

This stuff is hard to explain.

For old monsters of all levels, as long as their souls are not scattered and they are truly ground into powder and burned into charcoal with no possibility of recovery, then there is suspense.

Just as Uncle Jiu was subconsciously observing the surrounding environment with his Luck Eyes, the fisherman next to him subconsciously came to his side:
"Daoyou, calm down and don't panic."

I saw the fisherman next to me, he looked calm, not nervous at all, and even had a somewhat indifferent expression.

Uncle Jiu almost couldn't hold it anymore.

Aren’t you so calm, bro?

The person in front of you is a giant in the spiritual world, truly one of the top few.

Aren't you excited at all?
You, a casual cultivator, are so indifferent, but I, a true disciple of a great sect, look surprised. This makes me look like I have never seen the world, okay?

Seeing Uncle Jiu looking at him, the fisherman nodded.

It looks like it should be fine.

Thinking of this, the fisherman turned his gaze towards the other people present, not paying any attention to the numerous figures that were about to surround them.

However, when Yin Mingzi, the current headmaster of the Yinshan lineage, heard the illusory figure say this, the indifferent expression on his face immediately cracked:
"What do you know? What do you know?"

When he said this, Yin Mingzi stopped pretending and looked at Song Feng in front of him with a gloomy face:

"You saved me, brought me to Yinshan and built these tiled houses, accepted me as your apprentice, and taught me magic. I should thank you."

"Look at the foundation of the Yinshan lineage, and look at the power of the Yinshan lineage today. We are basically the most powerful in the north of the Yangtze River. All of this is what you conquered for me!"

When he said this, he saw the shadowy zombies surrounding everyone, and even the shadows of ghosts were vaguely floating in the distance:
"woo woo woo woo……"

Standing in the center of the crowd, many evil spirits and ghostly shadows began to emerge from Yin Mingzi's body.

The whole person's aura increased rapidly, and he was even able to stir up wind and clouds in the surrounding area just by relying on his magic power. His magic power was surging and endless.

A strong wind blew up out of nowhere.

Thunder suddenly appeared!

The next moment, Yin Mingzi's expression suddenly changed, and his voice became sharp and angry:

"But you didn't really treat me sincerely. What you called taking me as your disciple was just teaching me a technique."

"They teach me in their free time, ordering me around like a cat or a dog, under the euphemism of training me."

"But you have never paid attention to me. You have looked down on me from the beginning. You have never regarded me as your successor!!"

"I did so many things to get you to accept me. Even when I stabbed you in the back, you didn't even give me a single expression."

"You look down on me. You have never looked up to me. You have never really taken me seriously!"

“Master… Master… Hahahaha… Hahaha…”

The angry voice became cruel and dull under the heavy yin energy, and vaguely, the yin energy in this space became thicker.

Woooooooo~
Under the dark clouds covering the moon, the dark clouds here are even thicker, making it almost impossible to see what the figures are.

However, when Black Wind Monk heard Yin Mingzi in front of him say this, he couldn't help but laugh: "Hahahaha, what are you talking about? What are you talking about? Listen to what you are saying."

Just a few words expressed the sarcasm vividly. Even though Uncle Jiu didn't look at Black Wind Monk, he knew that his expression at the moment must be very ironic.

At this time, Uncle Jiu suddenly felt that it would be a fun thing to bring Black Wind Monk here.

The comedic effect is so strong.

"Good God, I never heard of anyone being so mean."

"The fact that you are accepted as a disciple by the senior is a blessing you have cultivated for the first half of your life. Do you still want the senior to treat you as his successor?"

When he said this, Black Wind Monk walked over directly and looked at the figure shrouded in dark clouds with a mocking expression.

The whole person is so righteous, so sarcastic, and so arrogant:
"Let alone you, even in the current spiritual world, there may not be a person who is worthy of being entrusted with the mantle and called the successor by the senior!"

After listening to the series of sarcastic words from the Black Wind Monk, Yin Mingzi could no longer hold back his anger.

We are talking here as master and disciple, how can we allow an outsider like you to talk nonsense here? Aren't you looking for death?
The formation of thousands of zombies and hundreds of ghosts suddenly erupted.

The sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling rang out instantly, and countless black shadows disappeared into the zombies in the blink of an eye.

woohoo~
For a moment, the hundreds and thousands of zombies that had originally looked very stiff and shadowy seemed to come alive.

“…It’s a demon zombie!”

Seeing the changes in this zombie, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Why are there so many monsters?"

Zombies are indestructible, ghosts are strange and unpredictable, and the combination of zombies and ghosts is simply impossible to guard against. This thing is almost a taboo.

It would be fine if just one appeared.

Why are there so many of them appearing now, so densely packed and shadowy?
This is really fatal.

When thinking of this, Uncle Jiu began to breathe in and out subconsciously, and one could vaguely see that there was a hint of anger in his brows.

In his hand was a piece of red talisman paper.

The golden mark pressed on it, like a flame about to burn.

Even the fisherman, whose blood was boiling like a furnace, couldn't help but glance at him subconsciously:
"What a brilliant spell!"

Looking at how this formation of thousands of zombies and a hundred ghosts created so many evil zombies, it even temporarily reversed the yin and yang of this place.

A normal person would feel scared.

Even Uncle Jiu, a true prodigy of a great sect, couldn't help but become serious.

But no one knew whether Black Wind Monk was just stubborn or what, he just walked forward a few steps without any haste.

At this time, people seemed to remember that he was also an out-and-out demon in the spiritual world!
"Hulala..."

The black wind pocket on the waist grows bigger when exposed to wind.

In just a blink of an eye, it was filled with wind energy and caught in the hand of Black Wind Monk:
"Do you think you are the only one who has the means? I am not made of clay! I have also received the true teachings of a great sect!"

In the blink of an eye, a burst of golden light suddenly appeared in the gloomy black wind pocket.

In an instant, Buddha's light enveloped the place.

It actually made this originally gloomy land become much holier, and even the gloomy energy was purified.

"...Buddha's light?"

Let alone Uncle Jiu at this time, even Yin Mingzi, who was being scolded by him and was about to turn red, couldn't help but look at him more.

An evil person who has killed countless people, refined souls and taken away spirits, and has imprisoned countless souls in his black wind pocket, can actually produce such pure Buddha's light.

Take this Buddha light out.

Even the famous and upright sects, such as the White Horse Temple, Southern Shaolin, Northern Shaolin, and Lingyin Temple, cannot necessarily produce a few Buddha lights purer than his.

This thing is all about cultivating the mind and nature. Even the masters in the major Buddhist sects may not be able to practice the Buddha's light to be so pure.

This thing has absolutely nothing to do with Taoism.

It's the nature of the mind!
As a result, the arrogant and demon Taoist who has killed people without hesitation is now even purer than the Buddha's light cultivated by great monks.

Could it be that this demon's character and Buddha's heart are even purer than those of the great monks from the big sects in the spiritual world?

This is really against Tiangang, isn't it?

He laughed loudly a few times, grabbed the black wind bag, and the black wind monk with many Buddha lights bursting out laughed wantonly:

"As long as you have had contact with a senior, you should not dare to say that you want to truly inherit the mantle of the senior."

"With you occupying such a huge amount of resources, and even the resources of the Yinshan lineage that almost became the leader of the side sects, you are a waste who has not yet cultivated a magic spirit?"

"Do you understand what it means to be able to master something at a glance? Do you understand the value of learning a hundred schools of thought and practicing a hundred arts?"

"Do you understand what it means to start from nothing and become a master of Beiyin Mountain in a few decades?"

By the end of the story, even Uncle Nine, who was a spectator, and the two old lamas with glowing eyes at the back, looked down on Yin Mingzi.

If it is true, the Lord of Beiyin Mountain, this old man who once stirred up countless storms in the spiritual world, can be called a genius!
Not only is he a genius, his character is even more terrifying. Otherwise, he would not have been able to climb out of the quagmire of unorthodox practices.

Even when he heard the last part, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but take a breath of cold air subconsciously:
“Hiss… I originally thought that my seventh uncle was already very powerful as the Lord of Beiyin Mountain, but I didn’t expect that there was something deeper behind this.”

"I started from nothing and ventured into the martial world, practicing unorthodox methods, learning hundreds of methods, practicing hundreds of skills, joining a major sect, and joining an unorthodox sect without being looked down upon."

"If you don't have amazing natural beauty and talent, how could you be accepted by so many sects in the spiritual world? How could you know so many masters?"

When he thought of the last moment, there seemed to be a bit more of an inexplicable admiration in Uncle Nine's eyes when he looked at Uncle Seven.

The value of being able to master something at a glance is so high that even he feels awe-inspiring.

After scolding Yin Mingzi, Heifeng Tou Tuo then rolled the black wind bag in his hand towards the surroundings:
"Since there are so many ghosts here, please give me some to use in refining the Black Wind Sand! Collect them!"

The next moment, no one knew what kind of power Black Wind Monk had touched, but the ghost that was originally tightly imprisoned in the zombie's body actually emitted a little bit of evil energy.

“…Swish, swish, swish!”

Then, the golden light and black wind that were swept out by the black wind pocket were completely collected:

“Hehehehe… Thank you fellow Daoist for the support of the ghosts and monsters. Otherwise, with so many demons and monsters, I don’t know where to find them.”

When he said this, Black Wind Monk jumped back a few steps, then quickly tied the bag, hung it around his waist, and hid behind the fisherman.

However, when Yin Mingzi, who had been hiding in the black air and whose aura was constantly increasing, saw this change, he looked at Song Feng with a gloomy face:
"You even told them how to crack it! I am your disciple! Why? Why?"

Looking at Yin Mingzi, whose power was constantly rising and whose aura was becoming more and more terrifying, Song Feng shook his head:

"It seems you still don't understand..."

When he said this, he leaned on his rattan stick and walked towards Yin Mingzi step by step.

Something miraculous happened.

As Song Feng took a step forward, it was as if he was stepping on air, climbing up the stairs step by step.

Even, until he reached the same height as Yin Mingzi.

The originally domineering Yin energy now left Yin Mingzi's side like a young swallow returning to its nest and merged into Song Feng's side.

boom! ! !
The yin energy is reversed, and the yin and yang are reversed.

In the blink of an eye, the sleeves fluttered.

The yin energy stirred up the clouds and winds, and a strong wind suddenly appeared. In this dark space, there were actually earth-shaking changes.

The dark moon that was not supposed to exist in reality suddenly appeared in the sky.

A strange banner that seemed neither unreal nor real, emitting a dazzling spiritual light and exuding an evil aura, suddenly appeared behind Song Feng.

It was as if it had crossed the space and connected to reality, and with the help of the sweeping cold wind, it truly appeared in reality.

For a moment, Song Feng, who was standing in the air and stirring up a lot of dark clouds, looked like a real devil being fought against by many righteous knights.

Watching the changes that happened in the blink of an eye, Black Wind Monk looked fanatically at the strange banner that appeared in reality, rolling up endless yin energy and reversing yin and yang:
“This is the real Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner! This is the real master of the North Yin Mountain who is known as a legend in the spiritual world!”

(End of this chapter)