The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 263 Old Friends Finally Meet

Although the Luotian Grand Ceremony has not yet begun, Maoshan is already very lively now.

Many Maoshan disciples who had once joined Maoshan, or had left Maoshan a long time ago, also came back.

Some high-level masters who had been away, as well as some relatively famous figures, have also returned to the mountains.

Some are more famous in the spiritual world.

For example, Shi Jian’s King of Thunder and Lightning, and Lin Jiu’s Taoist with eyebrows.

Some are more bizarre.

For example, Diyimao and Mamadi, they are the ones that are doing a little bit worse.

But, to be honest, Diyimao is doing pretty well and has managed to make a name for itself in the spiritual world.

It belongs to the scientific spellcasting type.

He can be considered a high-level intellectual among many mages.

Mamadi is in a more miserable situation.

After returning to Maoshan, I was basically ignored by my parents and just sat there alone, picking my big toes.

Therefore, this Luotian Grand Ceremony seemed to be a gathering within the Taoist sect.

It was also an opportunity for Maoshan to use the Luotian Grand Ceremony to bring back many Maoshan disciples and get to know them again.

After all, the many disciples of Maoshan Sect are of different ages. Some of them are already very old and have not returned to the mountain for many years.

As the old saying goes, one generation is close, two generations are representative, and three or four generations are impossible to find.

If these fellow disciples were not seen for a long time, Maoshan would really have no way to be unified.

Just when Uncle Jiu was taking Qiu Sheng to meet many uncles and uncles, as well as the elders in the sect.

Song Feng, who was wandering around Maoshan alone with a rattan stick, was now blocked in front of the Maoshan Ancestral Hall by the head monk and several fellow disciples of the same generation.

"Hahaha, Old Ghost Song, I thought you had died many years ago. I didn't expect you to dare to come to Maoshan."

"What's the matter? You think you've grown strong enough and aren't afraid of me giving you a hard blow, right?"

At the end of his speech, the old leader even pinched his fingers, looking as if he was about to hit someone.

Not only the old leader, but also the few high-level mages who were almost aging behind him also took two steps forward at this moment.

It was this situation that was not seen by the many young disciples who were greeting each other in the front yard of Maoshan.

Otherwise, the eyes of many young disciples would probably pop out of their heads.

After all, some of these old ghosts present have not appeared for many years.

Some are like mysterious dragons that are hard to spot, and they are quiet and stay at home to nourish their qi and blood.

They are the legendary uncles and uncles.

Now that these old ghosts suddenly pop up, it can be said to be a great opportunity that doesn’t come once in decades.

Looking at the group of old guys who were almost toothless, Song Feng sneered, and then gently stimulated his blood:

"Ge Laogui, if I didn't have something to rely on, why do you think I would dare to come to Maoshan?"

As the words fell, only wisps of blood and energy were seen surging in Song Feng's body. Faintly, there seemed to be an inexplicable energy gathering from Song Feng's spiritual platform.

Gently tap the fontanelle.

The next moment, a point of spiritual light was seen rising into the sky, and three inches above his spiritual platform, it transformed into a cloud of celebration.

Amidst the auspicious clouds, Dharma images appeared one after another.

Indistinctly, there seemed to be a banner emitting a bright and auspicious light, held in the hands of this Qingyun Dharma Image.

There are thousands of auspicious lights and thousands of lucky colors.

Although this magical effect is only caused by the surge and change of Qi, it is invisible to ordinary people with the naked eye.

But whoever can stand here at this moment and dare to stand in front of the ancestral hall to block Song Feng, was not a famous master in his youth?
What's more, the head of the sect, Ge Zhenren, had achieved the state of Fa You Yuan Ling many years ago and was a well-known great magician and great immortal.

Therefore, this group of people did not need to cast any spells at all. Just by relying on the breath sensing, they could see the strange phenomenon on Song Feng's body clearly.

“…Qingyun Dharma Image? How is this possible!”

However, it was also because of this that many of the senior masters present, as well as Master Ge, could not help but be horrified.

"You old ghost, not only have you not become useless after all these years, you have actually found the true path to refining the spirit and returning to the void."

"What happened to your Qi and blood? You are an old man whose teeth are almost falling out. How is it possible that you still have such vigorous Qi and blood?"

Looking at the many old friends in front of him, all of whom were horrified, Song Feng chuckled, retracted the Qingyun Dharma Image, and the aura on his body disappeared again.

Like a dead tree, he locked all his vitality and blood in his body, and turned into the skinny old man he once was:

“Hehehehe, this is naturally due to personal chance. I can only say that I am the one with true destiny, and luck is on my side.”

Seeing Song Feng praising himself, the many high-level masters present at the scene were speechless.

After all, this is the true regeneration of qi and blood. To some extent, this is the feeling of living a second life and being able to live another lifetime.

In ancient times, there were real people who could do this.

However, the ancient times are the ancient times, and the present era is the present era.

If the upper limit of spiritual energy in ancient times was one hundred, then the upper limit in this era is at most ten.

In ancient times, to destroy and then rebuild, it might require an environment of one hundred and one, but in this era, the regeneration of qi and blood requires more than eleven.

No matter what, having accomplished such a heaven-defying nirvana rebirth, how can such an old guy not be called a man of great luck?

"Okay, okay, I originally thought that you, old freak, would disappear from the world from now on, but I didn't expect that you would actually give me a surprise."

"You were able to obtain even that half-crippled spiritual root, and you got it outside the domain. You are really capable."

Master Ge, who had originally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to give him a righteous gang fight and teach Song Feng a lesson, now couldn't help but grit his teeth in hatred.

Now the situation has been reversed.

If Song Feng, the old monster, was weak, his fellow apprentices would fight him together, and the odds of winning would be absolute. However, this bastard was able to recover from the loss and restore his vigorous blood when he was young.

what is this?
This is like punching the Nanshan Kindergarten and kicking the Beihai Nursing Home.

An old fellow with profound Taoism skills and abundant Qi and blood, fights against an old fellow of the same level whose Qi and blood are almost dried up.

Isn't this just punching and kicking? One punch per person?

Seeing this group of people gritting their teeth but unable to deal with him, Song Feng also laughed:

"What's up? We're already stuck here, but you don't even invite me to the Patriarch's Hall for some tea?"

Young people have their own gatherings and exchanges. The palaces and temples in Qianshan are places for young people to chat and gather.

The older generation naturally have their own places to go.

After all, in some occasions, young people are chatting happily, but if an old guy like him goes there, they will feel uncomfortable.

Therefore, this ancestral hall with a quiet environment, a strong incense, and a lot of worship naturally became a place for these old guys to hide.

Moreover, this ancestral hall has its own mysteries.

There are several old monsters on Mount Mao whose energy and blood are almost running out and whose life span is about to end. It is the cat in the ancestral hall who is trying to extend the last bit of his life and fulfill his responsibility.

This is what people often say, the idea of ​​fighting hard before death and killing the enemies or the villains who come up the mountain in one fell swoop.

It's a real full-power kill.

"Alright, fellow apprentices, since this old guy is so tough and we can't deal with him, let's eat and drink."

"The Lord of Beiyin Mountain has lived a carefree life at the foot of the mountain for decades. He would not look down on our poor and barren Maoshan..."

When he said this, Master Ge rolled up his sleeves.

Then, with his sleeves rolled up, he walked towards the ancestral hall with a hunched back like an old man from the Northeast.

Look, the boss has already left.

When the others came over and tried to take advantage of the situation, the other old monsters and masters of Blackfoot couldn't help but smile awkwardly:
"Senior Brother Song, this was all Senior Brother's idea. If you have any problems, go to him, not us. We are all innocent..."

Looking at this group of old guys who are almost out of date, Song Feng couldn't help but reveal a trace of nostalgia in his eyes:

"...After so many years...are you the only ones left?"

After hearing what Song Feng said, the skinny old man with a head full of silver hair, who had just been trying to make a joke and was smiling, couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Then, he waved his hand, seemingly not caring:

"It's been so many years. Even Senior Brother Song has disappeared from the martial arts world and hasn't shown up for decades, not to mention us mediocre people."

"Some died, some were injured. All the old brothers have gone to see the ancestors and serve them."

When he said this, the old man with silver hair pointed at his teeth and said:
"My teeth are almost useless after so many years. I don't know when I will meet the ancestors. There is nothing to be sad about..."

Just when the others were about to say something, they heard a light snort from Ge Zhenren in the Patriarch Hall:
"Humph! Junior Brother Zhu, why are you still wasting your time talking to him? He might have already looked down on our small mountain temple."

Hearing the eldest brother's snort, Junior Brother Zhu couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then pointed to the inside of the ancestral hall:
"Brother Song, Senior Brother has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He has been thinking about you all these years."

"In fact, back then in the Patriarch's Hall, after the Patriarch gave the warning, my eldest brother even went to look for you with the Patriarch's weapon in hand."

"He was just angry that you didn't come back for so many years, and didn't send a message to the mountains when you encountered danger. He felt that you didn't treat him as your own."

When he said this, Junior Brother Zhu felt the energy in the Ancestral Hall again. It seemed to be rising higher and higher, and the breath was getting more and more intense.

Then, he quickly waved his hand and led the other old-fashioned brothers to the cafeteria:
"Alright, alright, Senior Brother Song, let's go in and talk quickly, or Senior Brother will really explode in a moment."

After a short while, several people arrived at the ancestral hall.

At this moment, tables and chairs had already been set up in the ancestral hall, and even tea was offered on them.

It looked like a tea party.

Seeing this, looking at Master Ge who was already sitting at the main table, Song Feng sat below him without caring:
"Old man Ge, the ancestral hall is a solemn place. In the past, there were few chairs in the hall."

"Now that you are in this state, be careful that the ancestors will come to you in your dreams to punish you at night."

Hearing Song Feng's ridicule, Master Ge snorted lightly, and then said nonchalantly:
"Before, it was the teachers who made the decision. Now I am the boss of Maoshan Sect. Can't I make the decision on such a small matter?"

When he said this, Master Ge casually grabbed a piece of steamed sweet potato on the table, peeled it and took a bite:
"Hiss... I have to choose this roasted sweet potato. It's fragrant and soft, perfect for chatting."

At this moment, the few remaining senior masters of this generation also took their seats.

Some of them were drinking tea, some were eating sweet potatoes, and they did not look like the great monks that others imagined them to be.

If the young disciples on the mountain saw their attitude, they would probably be so shocked that their eyes would widen.

Seeing this group of people so happy, Song Feng also grabbed a roasted sweet potato and took a bite:
"Hiss... It's the dried-up stuff grown in those wastelands on the back hill again, right? Can't we get some good stuff?"

When talking about this person, Song Feng took two more bites and started to complain:

"I'm not saying anything, why are you all so shabby? You've been living a life of luxury in the mountains for so many years, how come you look older than me?"

After hearing Song Feng's complaints, Junior Brother Zhu put down the half-eaten roasted sweet potato in his hand, drank a cup of tea and calmed down:

"Brother Song, look at this group of old men. Is there anyone under 70 years old?"

"At our age, being able to jump, eat, drink, and chat with you is already pretty good."

"Do you really think everyone is like you, Senior Brother Song, who tries to take a bite of every spiritual medicine and take advantage of every opportunity?"

"Even though we have been in the mountains for so many years, to be honest, we are still free and happy at the foot of the mountain."

While they were chatting, Master Ge, who had just finished eating a sweet potato and rolled up his sleeves, said:
"Master Junior is getting younger and younger, but now he is already over a hundred years old. Do you think anyone would want to live that young?"

The older you get, the younger you feel. This is because the energy and blood in your body, as well as your magical power, have long been unable to be contained and are unconsciously released.

Because he is no longer able to restrain his own vitality and can only let it dissipate naturally, he is full of energy and looks radiant.

But once the magic power and blood are exhausted, then in the end one will really become emaciated, and the soul will return to the underworld to meet the many ancestors.

"The true meaning of cultivation is to nourish the Qi and blood inside and not to release them. You are lucky and have got a spiritual root. Otherwise, you might leak out even the porridge you drink..."

(End of this chapter)