The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 225 Believe in the Ancestor
"This... could this be the legendary Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner?"

I saw the magical banner that appeared behind Song Feng, looming and shining with dazzling light.

For a moment, everyone present, as well as Shi Jian who was wielding thunder, were all shocked.

Among them, the many local practitioners in Hong Kong Island are particularly severe.

"...No, am I seeing this right?"

"It's so bright and shining, and it's looming. It also has this special pattern and this mysterious spell. Isn't this the legendary Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner?"

One of them was an old practitioner who had been in the martial arts world and had a deep foundation. At this moment, he looked at the banner in front of him with shock.

Even. When he recognized the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner, he looked at Song Feng standing in front of him with horror:

"You... Could it be that you are..."

When he was here, he froze in place, and even the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he had said something illegal.

It seemed that the pressure and impact this incident brought to him was too great.

Seeing everyone's shocked expressions, Shi Shaojian snorted and then spoke loudly:
"That's right, just as you guessed, the one in front of you is the famous Lord of Beiyin Mountain in the legend!"

When he finished speaking, Shi Shaojian raised his head with great pride, and he actually felt a sense of honor.

After all, this is his godfather.

How can they not be considered one of our own?
At this moment, Song Feng's mind moved, and he slowly put the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner decorated with an obsidian skull into the Yin-Yang Realm.

For a moment, the banner that was originally so mysterious and looming in the real world disappeared again.

After seeing the flag suddenly appear and then suddenly disappear.

The last bit of hope that everyone had in their hearts was completely shattered at this moment:
“…It’s actually…it’s actually true!”

The Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner in front of him was actually just as described in the legend, with the magical power of escaping into the Yin-Yang realm.

In reality, the spiritual energy gradually fades away.

The only magical weapons that can so easily escape into the Yin-Yang world are probably the sect-guarding magical weapons of the major sects and the legendary treasures of the immortals.

They had no choice but to hesitate.

Everything indicated that the old man in front of him was the famous Lord of Beiyin Mountain in the legend.

It is an eternal legend in the hearts of the unorthodox sects!

For a moment, everyone present couldn't help but feel shocked, as if they were dreaming, and the ground felt soft under their feet.

Walking is like walking on cotton.

Practitioners of the right path, such as disciples of large sects, will never know the difficulties of independent cultivation.

Similarly, they also did not understand the status of this Lord of Beiyin Mountain, who emerged from among the casual cultivators and was truly famous throughout the world, in the hearts of many casual cultivators.

So to speak.

In the spiritual world, as long as one is a side sect that does not have a clear lineage from a major sect, they can basically consider themselves to be a disciple of Beiyin.

This thing is equivalent to people worshipping Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong as door gods.

Let’s not talk about whether I am worthy of seeing you.

At the very least, I don't need anyone else's approval when I burn incense and offer sacrifices to you at home.

There are many cases of impersonating ancestors. From ancient times to the present, things like the inheritance of incense and fire have been fought over by various sects.

Let’s just talk about Yue Fei and Guandi.

These two have status in almost every lineage, sect and school, and are worshipped in every belief. Some are worshipped as emperors, while others are prayed as guardian gods.

I've gotten used to it!
At this moment, Shi Jian looked at the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner behind Song Feng, and a trace of solemnity appeared in his eyes:

“I didn’t expect that the legendary Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner would actually be so powerful.”

“It turns out that even without becoming an immortal, and living in such an era of low spiritual energy, there are still people who can create such an incredible miracle!”

As expected, he is worthy of being the Lord of Beiyin Mountain!
Thinking of this, Shi Jian's heart was filled with admiration.

No one knows how this Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner is specifically refined, but everyone knows it.

The reason why the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner is so magical is mostly because it flattened the Yinshan Mountains.

There are countless ghosts and monsters in the 800-li Yinshan Mountains.

The Lord of Beiyin Mountain relied on this banner to suppress the 800-mile area of ​​Yin Mountain, and even failed to drive those ghosts and evil spirits into the underworld.

No one knows what exactly happened.

However, some sect leaders and ancestors speculated that the demons and monsters that disappeared in the 800-mile Yinshan Mountain must have been suppressed within the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner.

This is also the reason why those masters who had grudges against the Lord of Beiyin Mountain did not rush over to seek revenge even after learning that his cultivation was hindered.

The lower your vision, the bolder you are.

In the spiritual world, the more highly-practiced one is, the more he can understand the value of the four words "Lord of Beiyin Mountain".

Even the leaders of the various sects and schools who were descendants of immortals did not dare to take action after hearing that the Lord of Beiyin Mountain had met with an accident.

Who has the confidence to do this?

God knows how many evil spirits are inside the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner that suppressed the 800-li Yinshan Mountain.

If this old monster is really pissed off.

No matter where it erupts, it is estimated that it can recreate the grand scene of the 800-li Yinshan Mountains, or even surpass it.

As long as the old Lord of Beiyin Mountain is alive, it is like he is using himself as a cage to suppress many demons and monsters.

He himself is a walking ghost cave.

Those big bosses who really know the inside story would probably want to stay away from him, so how could they do such a stupid thing?
Looks like the matter has been resolved.

Song Feng shook his head, then walked out the door leisurely with his cane:

"Since the evil master Jiuhe has been executed on the spot, I will not stay here any longer. Just do what you need to do..."

Looking at Song Feng's departing figure, the representatives of many Dharma lineages in Hong Kong were all stunned at this moment.

For a moment, they didn't know whether to follow this big guy or wait here.

Saw this scene.

Shi Jian, who had been attracting thunder, slowly put away his spell and said to everyone:
"Since the leader of the bandits has been executed, you should not stay here. Otherwise, those ghosts will not let you go."

After hearing these words, the representatives of the Dharma lineages who were a little dazed and at a loss just now suddenly woke up as if from a dream:
"Yes, yes, we can't stay here."

"Let's go quickly. If we are blocked here by those foreigners, I'm afraid things will be really difficult to handle."

"...Your Majesty, I will take my leave!"

But in the blink of an eye, this Western villa, which was very lively just now, quickly became empty.

Seeing that everyone has left.

Shi Jian also waved his sleeves, and then followed Song Feng's back:

"Let's go too!" on the other side.

The man in black who lived in the house near the Western-style villa suddenly opened the window with a relieved look on his face:
"It's rainy and perfect for sleeping. Just looking at the sky makes me feel good."

After taking two deep breaths, the man in black swallowed another pill:
"The ancestor is still the ancestor. His medicine refining skills are really getting better and better. The effect of this medicine is really strong!"

When he said this, he subconsciously circulated his magic power to absorb the medicinal power, and his complexion seemed to become more rosy.

However, just as he opened the window and looked out at the western-style villa, his expression suddenly changed slightly:
"No, something is not right. Why are those ghost guards guarding outside the villa so quiet all of a sudden?"

At this moment, suddenly, bolts of lightning flashed across the sky and struck directly into the sunset villa.

Click! Click! Click!

For a moment, all directions became brighter, even the eyes of the man in black had double images for a moment.

When he saw the thunder split the roof of the western villa, the man in black was a little terrified:

"What the hell! What immoral thing did the ancestor do again? Why was he suddenly struck by lightning?"

But after thinking about it for a while, he seemed to understand something:
"The ghosts who had been guarding the villa suddenly became quiet. There was another accident in the ancestor's villa."

"...If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the old enemy that the ancestor has been talking about coming to attack, right?"

When he said this, the man in black looked a little worried:
"It's over. What should I do in this situation? Should I abandon the ancestor and run away?"

After thinking it over again and again, the man in black squeezed the green gourd in his hand and then gritted his teeth fiercely:

"Forget it, let's take a gamble. I believe that the ancestor has his own way to deal with it!"

Thinking of this, the man in black looked through the window toward the villa area in the distance.

It's like staring at something.

At this moment, the gate of the villa area, which was originally closed, was suddenly opened.

Then, I saw an old man with a cane walking out slowly in the rain.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Faintly, there seemed to be an inexplicable force around the old man, repelling the fine raindrops falling from the sky into other directions.

So that he could walk in the rain without getting dust on him.

"……Um?"

He was somewhat suspicious, but before he could react, he saw a domineering wizard walking out of the villa area:

"The Lightning King, Shi Jian!!"

When the man with a stern and domineering face appeared, the man in black exclaimed:

"How is it possible? How could the Thunder King find the ancestor's hiding place so accurately?"

"Didn't the ancestor say confidently that he had a plan to deal with it? Looking at this situation, it doesn't look like the ancestor can handle it."

By the end of the conversation, the man in black felt like an ant on hot pan, not knowing what to do.

Seeing the leisurely look on the faces of these people walking out of the villa, he knew that his ancestor was probably finished.

I believed the words of my ancestors wrongly!
Thinking of this, his first reaction was to close the windows, pack up his magic tools, and then move away from Hong Kong Island and seek refuge in Western countries.

However, before he could close the window, Shi Jian, who had just walked out of the villa, looked over from a distance as if he had sensed something.

"Crack!"

There was a sudden flash of light in the sky, and in the blink of an eye there was a loud thunder. A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the house where the man in black lived.

Wait until the light gradually dims.

All I saw was a corpse that had been chopped into a charred state, falling straight down from the window.

pat!

Seeing the figure falling from the distance, Shi Jian glanced at it coldly and then made no further comment:
"Senior, what should we do with these ghost guys?"

Although there are countless strange methods in the spiritual world, at their level, there is no need to be afraid too much.

The strange means can cause great damage, but at the very least, they must be based on the same realm.

Refining essence into Qi, refining Qi into spirit.

In reality, a master like him who possesses the power of spiritual energy can be regarded as a figure standing on the top of the spiritual world.

Don't be afraid of anything.

But two flowers bloom, each showing its own beauty.

Some things cannot be calculated in this way. After all, this is not the ancient times when spiritual energy was flourishing and could move mountains and seas.

Nowadays, if a master at the Yuanling level is attacked by a firearm, a single bullet can still destroy his body.

Although there are masters at the Yuanling level who have practiced the art of Yin Shen, even if their physical body dies, they can enter the Yin and Ming realms to practice and gain more fortune.

Even if one really does not want to go to the underworld, one can form a team in the real world and be considered a ghost immortal in the world of the living.

Who wants to die when you can still live?

After all, if one wants to step into the Five Qis Converging to Origin and move towards refining the spirit and returning to the void, one must have a complete physical body.

Facing hundreds of foreigners armed with firearms alone, even Shi Jian found it a bit overwhelming.

Although Song Feng's current means, if he really casts a spell, he might be able to send all these foreigners to hell.

But people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

The Nine Provinces have become like this today, and now the West is in a dominant position.

If they did it at once, they would directly wipe out half of the foreign troops on Hong Kong Island.

I'm afraid that the foreigners in their home country will really have to carry the weapon of national destiny, cross mountains and seas, and bring tens of thousands of elite soldiers to suppress the rebellion.

By that time.

Things became troublesome again.

Seeing Shi Jian's expression, Song Feng first looked at the many cultivators from the spiritual world around him.

Then, he tapped the cane in his hand lightly, and then he spoke slowly:
"As the saying goes, when you live under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. If you want to make a living in Hong Kong Island, you can't openly resist the foreigners."

"I am not some arrogant and daring person. I can't go against the whole country for just one small matter..."

As soon as the words fell, the shadow behind Song Feng suddenly expanded.

Faintly, the paper figures pasted behind the many foreigners took this opportunity to quickly disappear into the shadows.

Then, the many foreigners who seemed to be frozen just now seemed to have just come back to their senses:
“Oh my god, what happened?”

"..."

Looking at the many foreigners who had gradually come to their senses, Song Feng, like everyone else, slowly disappeared into the darkness.

It disappeared in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)