The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 216: Passing through the secluded place again
At the same time, in the Governor's Mansion, a crisp sound suddenly came from a specially built secret room unknown to everyone.

Then, a blond, blue-eyed, high-nosed foreigner in a suit rushed in subconsciously:
“Oh my god, what’s going on?”

After taking a few steps forward and taking a closer look, he saw what seemed to be traces of a rubbing of a stone sword placed in the secret room.

Its traces are very distinct.

It was as if there had really been a sword placed in the center of the stone, leaving an imprint.

Although there is only one slab of stone.

But it is also vivid, and vaguely reveals a certain mysterious charm.

However, at this moment, a black shadow appeared in the middle of the stone slab that was half-imprinted with the stone sword.

It's like being burned.

At this moment, the Hong Kong ghost was very shocked. He looked at the black spot on the stone slab and seemed a little annoyed:
"What is going on? Could it be that these wizards in the Far East are really incapable of being suppressed even by the sacred weapon of the empire?"

After rubbing his hair, the foreigner carefully cut his finger and dripped blood onto the stone slab:
"Pap...pap...pap..."

Something magic happened.

As the foreigner dripped blood onto the stone slab, the stone slab seemed to come alive and gradually absorbed the blood.

It doesn't take a while.

The black spot that was originally burned began to be gradually eroded under the siege of the stone sword's imprint.

Finally, the mark regained its former power, and even faintly emitted a sacred light:

"Huh... It seems that the sacred blood of the empire can still suppress these wizards from the Far East."

Looking at the stone slab with the sword imprinted on it, which had now returned to normal, the foreigner couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However, his face looked a little pale at this moment, and he seemed to have lost too much blood.

Carefully closed the secret room door.

Then, the ghost opened a silver box and took out a tube of azure medicine:
"Fortunately, I stockpiled a lot of magic potions before coming to the Far East, otherwise I would have suffered a huge loss this time."

He opened his mouth and swallowed the tube of potion.

Then, the foreigner's complexion slowly began to return to normal.

Faintly, his eyes seemed to become even bluer, like a crystal clear gem.

the other side.

I only saw an old temple pillar sitting cross-legged in the Wong Tai Sin Temple, constantly throwing divination cups. At this moment, his hands trembled slightly and he threw out a winning cup:
"The power of the national destiny instruments in this group of ghost countries is indeed extraordinary, but it is also good this way, so as to avoid too much unrest..."

When he said this, the old temple keeper in yellow clothes subconsciously looked towards the city in the distance.

There seemed to be a hint of fear in his eyes.

the other side.

Song Feng, who had already arrived in Hong Kong, went to the bank to withdraw some money with ease.

Next, we came to the old town and walked into a shop selling incense and candles at a crossroads.

Looking at the flag of the incense shop, I saw a special symbol vaguely drawn on the tall flag.

Looking inside the incense shop.

All I saw was that the entire shop had a very cold tone, either black or white, which looked weird and cold.

There were white wreaths everywhere.

There were rows and rows of unfinished paper figures and horses, as well as numerous bamboo strips placed in all directions.

The yellow papers were hammered into the shape of coins one by one.

The gold ingots seemed to be worthless. Next to the counter, there was a small mountain of gold piled up.

The entire shop area is not small.

But when all these things fill up the space, it seems very cramped.

Even walking seemed a little difficult.

"Boss, a guest has arrived..."

He knocked on the door gently, and the special frequency immediately woke up the sleepy old shopkeeper:
"Dear guest, please come in~"

The old shopkeeper was wearing a simple Tang suit, but he looked extremely thin and listless.

Standing next to Song Feng, for a moment, he looked even older than Song Feng.

Seeing the shopkeeper, Song Feng hid his hand in his sleeve and shook hands with the shopkeeper:

"I just arrived in Hong Kong and have nowhere to go. I plan to stay here for a few days."

At the moment when the fingers of both parties were clasped in their sleeves, the shopkeeper's face changed drastically:

"what……"

The next moment, he quickly withdrew his hand, and even his body became more hunched than before.

The whole person looked a little more respectful and flattering than before:
"We are all family. When you come to my place, it will be like your own home. How can you say you are staying here as a guest?"

"You can stay here. This is our base. It is absolutely safe and will not be disturbed by anyone."

When he said this, he quickly led Song Feng to the backyard.

Draw open that curtain.

The backyard and the room seemed like two completely different worlds.

The entire backyard is very large.

There were even some swords, spears, and halberds inserted inside, just like a martial arts arena.

The land is very hard.

There were even footprints in some places, as if many people had practiced martial arts here and stepped on the ground to make it hard.

Not only that.

There is also a shrine in the room, where Guan Gong is enshrined, and there are several flags in front of the altar.

It seems to be a sign of orderly inheritance.

Compared to the Feng Shui metaphysics sites popular in Hong Kong today, this place is more like a martial arts arena where many people gather.

The front yard is full of gloomy energy, while the back yard is full of yang energy.

There is actually some contrast.

Seeing Song Feng's gaze, the old shopkeeper quickly explained:

"We are responsible for delivering messages here, so some of our brothers are here to exercise and stretch their muscles."

Seeing this, Song Feng nodded:

"Nothing, take me upstairs to rest..."

Hearing Song Feng's words, the old shopkeeper hurriedly and carefully supported Song Feng's arm and went up to the second floor:
"Master, please take a rest first. I will ask our younger generation to come and see you later."

"After so many years, this is your first time here. Let us, the younger generation, show our filial piety to you."

When he spoke to the end, there seemed to be a gleam of brilliance in the old shopkeeper's eyes.

After hearing what the old shopkeeper said and looking at his expression, Song Feng casually sat on the made bed and said:
"Those little guys down there have finally developed here after so many years, so don't bother them." "The country is ruined but the mountains and rivers remain, the city is overgrown with grass and trees in spring, so why should we, the old guys of the older generation, get involved with the new generation's world?"

"I am just here to take a walk and rest for a few days. I don't want to fight for power or use my seniority to suppress the younger generation."

"You go and do your work first. Let me sit here alone and take a rest..."

When he said this, Song Feng waved his hand, seeming to be not interested in what the old shopkeeper said at all.

After hearing what Song Feng said, the old shopkeeper couldn't help but pause slightly, and his whole body seemed to be more hunched:

"Understood, Master. I'll be down right away."

After he finished speaking, the old shopkeeper cautiously took a few steps back and closed the door without saying a word.

It looks quite serious.

Watching the old shopkeeper close the door and leave, Song Feng shook his head:
"So many years have passed, and the older generation of the Qing Gang has died or fled. How can there be any trace of the past?"

"When you are old, don't get involved in the fights of young people, lest you end up with nothing left..."

Those who are involved in the underworld are inseparable from the Qing Gang. As for the Hongmen gang, there is a saying that the Qing Gang is one line and the Hongmen is a large area.

Especially the Hongmen, as a force to overthrow the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty, has been developing among the people and has gathered many heroes from all walks of life.

Basically, they are in large groups, without any clear hierarchy, only their respective responsibilities.

It is precisely because of this that it appears somewhat uneven.

But the Qing Gang is different.

Although in a broad sense, the Qing Gang may not be as powerful as the Hongmen, they are extremely united internally.

Inherited through the master-apprentice system.

Basically, the skills are passed down from master to apprentice, and from apprentice to grandson. Each generation has its own seniority and the inheritance is clear.

Coincidentally, when he was wandering around the world, by chance, he was given the generation name of Li.

To be honest, in this era, those who have lived to his age and generation can be considered the oldest generation in the Qing Gang.

Below the Li generation is the Da generation, followed by the Tong generation, the Wu generation, and the Xue generation. Even now, the Tong generation and the Wu generation are all the big guys.

Not to mention this old guy.

The old shopkeeper just now called him Master because he was of the Li generation, while the other old shopkeeper was of the Tong generation.

Back in the days when boxing was popular and there were disputes among the underworld, a group of members of the former Green Gang also came to Hong Kong.

Of course, the Hongmen is very powerful here.

Moreover, few people actually know about this group that came here, and it is not considered a big force in the local area.

It was just because he had been in the underworld for too long at that time, he had a lot of friends and brothers in the underworld, and occasionally he would use the underworld forces to inquire about news.

That's why I know this lineage.

To be honest, his generational inheritance is very close to that of the lineage that came to Hong Kong.

But then again.

Seniority is one thing, strength is another. If you don’t have any strength, the only thing you can say is that you are of seniority.

Just as the old shopkeeper said just now.

If he really asked the younger people who came here to pay their respects, it would indeed be rude.

He is just a passer-by.

To be honest, he had many aliases back then, and he even hid his identity and joined the Hongmen.

After looking at the sky outside the window, Song Feng nodded:
"This crossroads is the place where Yin and Yang meet. At midnight tonight, I can enter the underworld and exchange some information."

"It's better not to touch the national destiny if possible. Even when the spiritual energy is declining, this thing is still very troublesome..."

Although he did deal with the human dragon energy, there was no need to force it if it could be easily solved.

The foreign country is extremely far away from here, and even the country's destiny cannot completely protect this place.

So it is entirely possible to find loopholes.

"I just don't know if Shaoyao has found any specific information after such a long time..."

When he thought of this, Song Feng fell silent. Then, he sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

The night is getting darker.

At this moment, Song Feng opened his eyes and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Looking closely, it happened to be dark clouds covering the moon tonight, and the entire sky and earth were pitch black, giving a feeling that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

"…It's really a good time!"

Seeing this, Song Feng nodded, and then, instead of trying other methods, he had an idea in his mind:
"brush!"

A ray of spiritual light suddenly gathered on his spiritual platform, and then, a black-clothed figure that seemed real and illusory walked out of his body.

After walking out completely, Song Feng stabilized the Yin Spirit that was drifting like clouds and mist, and then slowly walked towards the crossroads:

“Although this Yin Spirit has not yet fully condensed into a shape with the three flowers gathering at the top of the head, it can still easily pass through the netherworld with some effort.”

Dark clouds cover the moon, the sky and the earth are dark, and the yin energy is strong. This is the time. The place is located where yin energy is intertwined and it is a crossroads, and the gates of hell are wide open. This is the location.

But now he has broken the shackles of national destiny and glimpsed a glimpse of the wonder of returning to the void. He can gather the three flowers at the top of his head and temporarily gather the Yin God, barely able to enter and leave the netherworld.

The right time, right place and right people are all in place.

A ghost god who can travel into the underworld is considered a very important figure in the underworld.

Go across the room to the intersection.

At first he just crossed one road, but after passing the intersection, his figure suddenly sank.

All the way across the dark land.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the Yellow Spring River.

Just when he arrived.

All I saw was that in the originally growing patch of red spider lilies, dense mists slowly appeared.

But in the blink of an eye, a graceful and elegant woman in red walked out of the mist.

I saw the woman in red.

Song Feng's Yin Spirit slowly raised his head, and then looked at the woman in red in front of him with a smile:

"Peony, we meet again..."

Fairy Peony walked forward a few steps, and when she reached Song Feng, she smiled with her face covered:
"I didn't expect that in just a blink of an eye, you could already produce the Yin Spirit again. I was right about you."

When talking about this person, she took out a wooden hairpin, then took off the hairpin on Song Feng's head and replaced it with another one in his hair.

After tidying up Song Feng's hair, the Peony Fairy smiled and said:
"Compared to the last time you came here, when you looked so decayed, I still like the way you look now."

"This kind of domineering aura is really something that people never get tired of watching."

Looking closely, one can see that although half of the black-clad figure is standing in the shadows, his posture is extremely upright at this moment, and he seems to have a unique temperament.

(End of this chapter)