The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 212 A Mess

Looking at the old lama's performance, no matter how dumb the people present were, they knew that there was something wrong.

But why?

Why did the Lord of Beiyin Mountain suddenly change into such a Lama?

Is there some secret in it?
Just as everyone was thinking about it, the old lama suddenly said in disbelief:
"Gulaqi, you are still alive? Haven't you entered the land of Buddha? What is there in the land of Buddha? Did you really see Buddha?"

When he spoke to the end, the old lama became very excited, his eyes full of enthusiasm and anticipation.

That fanatical look was even more fanatical than that of a fanatic, as if his spirit was burning.

Hearing the old lama's question, Song Feng looked into his eyes and then said softly:
"The land of Buddha is indescribable, but since we have met here, I will give you a quick death."

"After all, you paid for my debate at Nalanda Monastery..."

After hearing what Song Feng said, the old lama seemed to suddenly understand something, and his whole spirit quickly relaxed.

Even the divine power that he had gathered in his spirit platform and condensed from his eight meridians and seven chakras, now loosened up. He was no longer able to maintain his original unity and cultivate his relic internally.

For a moment, everyone present, no matter how low their level of cultivation, could feel the sense of extinction from the old monk.

It was as if he had passed away on his own initiative.

But vaguely, there seemed to be a special power that had been lurking in his body.

It looks very mysterious.

It made his skin look more lustrous, as if he had transformed into a real Buddha's body.

Seeing the old lama's actions, Song Feng shook his head, then took a few steps lightly and walked to the old lama.

"Brush it!"

Just after he walked to the old lama, he grabbed the old lama's body and shook it.

Then, it was as if a layer of silk was peeled off the old lama's body.

"boom!"

A beam of Yin fire suddenly emerged from underground.

Then, fire was seen rising from the old lama’s spring and rushing straight to the sky. In a short while, his body was reduced to ashes.

At this moment, Song Feng turned around and turned into the appearance of the old lama.

"I see Guanyin, I see my true self...Blessings and infinite blessings from the Heavenly Lord~"

When he said this, he clasped his hands together and looked like an elderly monk.

There was a faint Buddha light emanating from his body.

It actually seemed to be purer and softer than the Buddha's light that had just been emitted by the Black Wind Monk.

It seems to calm people's hearts.

Seeing that Seventh Uncle suddenly turned into the old lama, Ninth Uncle couldn't help but shrink his pupils:
“…It’s the Human Skin Brocade Clothes Creation Technique!”

How could this be? It's so simple. It's so simple.

Logically speaking, these two living Buddha-like figures from the Tantric Buddhism are masters who can be regarded as the leaders of the spiritual world.

Although their vitality had long since declined and they had lived for so many years, they were no longer able to move on their own. Only their spirits lived on, relying on the huge corpses to hold on to the last bit of life.

However, if this kind of character simply explodes, the first few spells are not inferior to those of ordinary magic spirits, and may even be better.

It would be fine if I were the first.

After all, Huang Yuanqing, the Thousand Miles Away Spiritual Master, is a master with a powerful spiritual energy, and he also has strong blood and qi.

In a sneak attack, using the means of Bifeng, one of the three disasters in the legend, to injure people, naturally few people can withstand it.

But this old lama was truly alert.

What is the cause and effect behind this?
What exactly caused the old lama to relax his resistance and even contribute all his spiritual practice?

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the two parties seemed to have made some kind of deal and said something that no one else understood.

No one knows what the exact process was, but the result was that the living Buddha gave up his body and entered Nirvana on his own.

But the problem arises again.

What was the debate at Nalanda Monastery all about? What was the complicated relationship between the old lama and the seventh uncle?
This evening was so weird.

Everything went smoothly, peacefully, and strangely, as if everything was completed naturally.

It makes people feel a little cold on their backs and they always feel creepy.

With all kinds of suspicions in his mind and thinking about all kinds of secrets in the spirit world, Uncle Jiu was overwhelmed for a moment.

There are thousands of scattered threads in this.

If there is no one who puts everything together according to the thread, it is absolutely impossible for outsiders to guess it.

Not just Uncle Nine.

Even at this moment, Huang Yuanqing, who had just benefited from it, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw Song Feng deal with the old lama so easily:

“…This is outrageous! Senior Beiyin Mountain Master is indeed an existence that deserves to be called a troublemaker in the spiritual world. He stirs up trouble wherever there is one.”

"Even the debate at Nalanda Temple, Senior Beiyin participated in it. This is really against the will of heaven! It's simply against the will of heaven!"

Looking at Huang Yuanqing who had already come near them, he showed a shocked expression.

Uncle Jiu bowed slightly, then said:
"Junior Maoshan Lin Zhengying greets senior."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu paused, and then he seemed to be a little hesitant and said:
"I don't know much about the Nalanda Monastery that Uncle Seventh mentioned. If you know anything about it, could you please give me some pointers?"

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words and seeing his energetic look, Wang Yuanqing took a half step back and only accepted half of the greeting, then bowed slightly and said:
"So you are the One-Eyebrow Taoist of the Shangqing Maoshan Sect. I have long admired you. You don't have to call me senior. I am only a few years older than you."

When talking about this, Huang Yuanqing glanced at Song Feng, who was glowing with Buddha's light, and then said slowly:
"We practitioners in the Central Plains have our own conflicts, and the various sects of Tantric Buddhism naturally have their own debates with each other."

"When each sect, religion, and temple of Tantric Buddhism has achieved success in their practice, they will send their great masters and living Buddhas to participate in the debates at the temples."

"Among them, the Nalanda Monastery is a representative large temple. This is where most of the highest debates in Tantric Buddhism begin, and it will gather countless masters."

“Those who can enter such places can almost be said to be the epitome of Tantric Buddhism. All you see are great living Buddhas who have achieved success in their practice.”

When he said this, Huang Yuanqing took a deep look at Song Feng's back, and then continued:
"The world is bustling with people all for profit. The world is bustling with people all for profit. Even if one has high attainments in Taoism, he cannot just casually participate in a debate."

“Only by paying enough remuneration can one participate in the final debate and become a high monk who truly enters the realm of Buddha’s lineage.”

When he said this, Huang Yuanqing couldn't help but say with an embarrassed expression:
"The reason why I took the initiative is because the old lama next door is a great monk who really made it to the final round."

"Although this old lama's vitality has long been decayed, he was once a living Buddha who had reached the realm of Dharma."

"I don't dare to fight against these old monsters from the older generation, so I took a shortcut and dealt with a less experienced one."

After listening to Huang Yuanqing's words, Uncle Jiu finally understood the significance of the debate conference in Nalanda Temple.

But then, he couldn't help but speak with some doubt:
"If the two sides of the debate had something in common, then the old senior wouldn't have lost his power so quickly, right?"

Although the old lama wished to kill him when they were hostile, he was still an old senior in terms of Taoist practice.

The old lama's nirvana and the dispersion of power in the spiritual world have almost the same effect.

That's why Uncle Jiu was so surprised.

This is so strange. Uncle Seventh casually said a few words and he destroyed the power of a great monk. What kind of Taoism is this?
Could it be that my seventh uncle was a big swindler in the past?

Hearing Uncle Jiu's question, Huang Yuanqing shook his head, looking a little surprised:

"I don't know about that either. I only know that Senior Beiyin made a big profit at the Tantric Yulan Festival."

"The imperial court was still in existence at the time. Tantric Buddhism and Shamanism were all the imperial court's teachings for protecting the country. In addition, an arrest warrant was discovered for this incident."

"I really didn't expect that Senior is not only extremely powerful in martial arts, but is even better at debating Buddhist scriptures."

When he finished speaking, Huang Yuanqing couldn't help but be speechless.

Senior Beiyin is too cruel.

He did a big job by using force to disrupt the Ullambana Festival, but that’s not all.

Later on, he even participated in the Buddhist Scripture Debate Conference at Nalanda Monastery, which was a debate at the level of a living Buddha.

What's even more outrageous is that this senior actually made it to the last level relying on his unconventional background.

Isn’t this too outrageous?

That is to say, Senior Beiyin was a casual cultivator from a side sect, a ruthless man who crawled out of the mud.

Natural resources are scarce, and one can only fight for them with one's own strong means.

He couldn't even imagine it.

If Senior Lord Beiyin Mountain had been accepted as a disciple by a famous sect when he had just started practicing, laid the foundation for becoming an immortal, and passed down immortal classics, what kind of achievement would that be by now?

Could it be that it is the reincarnation of Lu Zu?

Although he had already believed in his heart that this Senior Beiyin was a ruthless person, he now felt that his understanding of this senior was still too shallow.

This guy is not just a ruthless person.

This is clearly a werewolf!

A little more than a ruthless person.

Not only did he use force to disrupt the Tantric Ullambana Festival, he also relied on his civil administration to trample upon all the eminent monks and great virtues.

He is truly invincible in his ability to talk big!

If this had happened back then when spiritual energy was flourishing, wouldn't he have become an immortal instantly?

Just when everyone was confused.

All that was seen was Song Feng, who looked like an old lama. The Buddha's light on his body was slowly receding.

Then, the old lama's shadow began to blur slowly, as if it had merged into his body.

At the last moment, Song Feng slowly walked out from the gloomy atmosphere:
"Alas... after all, it's still a little short..."

He let out a deep sigh, and then saw that the realm of yin and yang that was reversed began to blur rapidly.

But in the blink of an eye, they seemed to have crossed the space, stepped down on the ground, and arrived in reality.

However, the moment he returned to reality, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Master, my seventh uncle is missing!"

After hearing Qiu Sheng say this, Uncle Jiu subconsciously looked towards the place where Song Feng had just stood.

Take a closer look.

All I saw was, there was no sign of anyone there.
Not even a ghost has disappeared!
Not only that, but the fisherman who had been standing next to them was also missing at some point.

"This...this is..."

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu subconsciously turned his gaze towards the Yinshan Mountain which was filled with yin and evil spirits.

It was only at this time that he discovered it.

Not only were Seventh Uncle and the Fisherman missing, but other evildoers like magicians also began to drift away.

It was as if he left consciously.

Just when Uncle Jiu realized this, the Black Wind Monk standing next to him, arm in arm with Qiu Sheng, was startled:
"...Senior, please don't abandon me, wait for me... wait for me!"

Thinking of this, Black Wind Monk picked up the Black Wind Bag from his waist and went into the dense forest.

The speed is so fast that it is unparalleled.

Qiu Sheng was stunned as he watched the number of people present suddenly decrease.

"What happened? How come everyone disappeared in the blink of an eye?"

Looking at the silly Qiu Sheng, who had not yet digested all the gains, the chubby Huang Yuanqing smiled and said:
"This battle tonight has directly ignited the Northern Spirit World. Now the Spirit World is in chaos."

"It looks like a fight in Yinshan, but it actually affects the entire body. Right now, even the famous and upright sects, the evil and the wicked are making trouble."

"All the sects and schools in the north are taking the opportunity to exorcise demons and get benefits. Anyway, all the disciples of our lineage have gone down the mountain. I just don't know how much we can get tonight."

"If that guy ran a little slower, he would have been blocked by masters from various sects in Yinshan Mountain and beaten up by justice. The situation is critical, so he must run faster, right?"

Those who could follow Song Feng were basically very powerful evildoers in the area, and each of them was a demon on the red wanted list of the righteous sects.

They usually move around in a small area, and it is impossible to kill them with just two sects.

Now that all the sects have finally started to move, shouldn’t they take advantage of this opportunity to kill more people?
After hearing what Huang Yuanqing said, Uncle Jiu came back to his senses from his moment of confusion.

He also understood the current situation.

“No wonder Seventh Uncle was so powerful in the Yin-Yang world, but he ran away when he returned to reality.”

"I'm afraid he already knew that this time he would be able to stir up the almost stagnant spiritual world and make it turbid."

"Based on the style of Seventh Uncle, once the news gets out, I'm afraid many of his old enemies will come to seek revenge on him."

In the world of cultivation, most of the evildoers and the big guys from the side sects have more enemies than friends.

Although the Seventh Uncle is strong enough, facing countless enemies rushing towards him in the future, the first choice is to retreat.

Just at this time.

I only saw a flash of light suddenly appear on Uncle Jiu's chest:
"brush!"

The next moment, Uncle Jiu's face changed, and he quickly took out the Yin-Yang jade pendant from his chest:
"There's a call from the Maoshan headquarters!"

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu pinched his sword finger, bit his finger, used blood to attract blood, used blood to attract spirits, and tapped the Yin-Yang jade pendant:

"Disciple Lin Zhengying pays homage to the Master!"

As a ray of light flashed by, the shadow of a Taoist priest appeared on the small jade pendant.

Uncle Jiu hurriedly pulled Qiu Sheng to bow and salute the current head of Maoshan, the leader of the Shangqing Taoist lineage.

As this flash of light appeared, the Maoshan Sect Leader appeared in the shadow and subconsciously glanced to the side.

When he saw the situation clearly, the Maoshan Sect Leader seemed a little disappointed:

"…Let this old guy get away again!"

After failing to find his target, the headmaster then spoke to Uncle Nine:
"Feng Jiao, the spiritual world is now in chaos, and we in the Maoshan lineage cannot fall behind."

"Today you hold the master's imperial order. All disciples of Maoshan Mountain north of the Yangtze River shall obey your order and slay demons and resist foreign aggression!"

(End of this chapter)