The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 282: Rush Attack on the Great Palace

Uncle Zhang was surprised to see that Song Feng was very familiar with his distinguished guest:

"So...the two distinguished guests are acquaintances?"

Thinking of this, Uncle Zhang became even more enthusiastic. After all, when acquaintances are together, it really makes them closer.

however.

Just after Uncle Zhang finished speaking, seeing the Tiger King, Bei Minghu couldn't help but reveal a smile:

"...Of course we are familiar with each other. After all, we have admired your reputation for a long time."

"If Senior hadn't held back, I would have been beaten to death by that madman. To be honest, Senior spared my life."

Uncle Zhang was very enthusiastic at first, but when he heard Bei Minghu say this, he was stunned:
"Uh……"

This relationship is quite complicated.

"He's your lifesaver... well... he's your lifesaver, so you have to treat him well. Xiao Hu, bring me my ginseng wine."

"It just so happens that you are all cultivators. With this ginseng wine, you can replenish your vitality and have more strength when walking in the snow."

After hearing Uncle Zhang's call, Hu Zongtang seemed to react and hurried out to get some wine.

For a while.

Among those present, Bei Minghu was the only one sitting opposite Song Feng.

Uncle Zhang and Hu Zongtang have both left.

Go outside the door.

Hu Zongtang took a look and hurriedly pulled Uncle Zhang out:

"Uncle Zhang, they don't necessarily have a good relationship to begin with. If you keep him together, what if they start fighting?"

Bei Ming Hu had come to their village many times, so they naturally knew how strong the muscles and bones of this Taoist friend were.

With all his practice, he must have already developed skin of copper, bones of iron, blood of mercury, and jade marrow, and could even compete with a tiger.

In a way, this can also be considered a kind of spiritual practice.

It can be considered a kind of magic.

However, this kind of magic is more inclined to the type of horizontal strength training, just look at his iron tower-like body and you will know.

No matter how you look at it.

Bei Ming Hu is still a man in his prime, but he is bullying three old, weak and disabled people. If they fight, they will be in the wrong.

However, after hearing what Hu Zongtang said, Uncle Zhang glanced at him, and then led him to the snow in the distance to dig for wine:
"You, your head has become a wooden lump during your training. These two are both distinguished guests. What should we do if they start fighting?"

"It would be biased to help anyone at that time. It would be better to take the opportunity to get some wine and give them some time to chat."

"Besides, women, old people, and children are the worst to mess with. Who knows if that old man is a big shot in the inner city."

"Just wait and see, they can't fight..."

When he got to this point, Uncle Zhang took a small shovel and dug a small hole in the rock-like ground:

"Be careful, be careful, take your time. My wine jar is very fragile. If it is broken by your shovel, I will lose money."

After hearing Uncle Zhang's words, Hu Zongtang acted very naturally, and the strength in his hands became more and more experienced:

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhang. I may not be confident in other things, but I am already an expert in digging out your old wine!"

Seeing Hu Zongtang take out two jars of wine in a short time, Uncle Zhang shook his head helplessly:
"No wonder I always feel like there are always two jars missing from my old wine. I thought my memory was broken like Uncle Ma's."

"It turns out that you, my little brat, secretly dug up all the wine while I was burying it?"

"You have pretty good skills. After digging the big hole for me, you even buried it back in its original shape. You really have some skills!"

Seeing that Hu Zongtang was very familiar with the process, as if he had done it countless times, Uncle Zhang couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

After hearing Uncle Zhang's words, Hu Zongtang chuckled:
"If I didn't have this little skill, how could I dare to steal your wine?"

"And the ginseng wine you found in the mountains just happened to be something Tiger Lord also liked to drink. I always provided it to Tiger Lord, and at most I just drank a little bit secretly..."

After the two men dug out the wine from the ground, they covered it with snow. Then, they shook off the coldness on their bodies and went into the house.

Take a closer look.

There were only four people in the room at the moment, and they all behaved very naturally.

It looked like they were old friends. Bei Minghu even stood up and poured Song Feng a cup of tea.

There is a feeling of respecting the elderly and loving the young.

That iron tower-like body was unexpectedly agile, giving people an extremely strong sense of contrast.

"... Gentlemen, here are the snacks you ordered~"

Following a loud shout from outside the door.

Then, I saw the big lady with a strong body, followed by several women bringing up the dishes.

The hot dishes were steaming in the house.

It makes people feel warm inside.

Seeing that the women had already placed the dishes on the table, Uncle Zhang picked up his chopsticks and took out an empty bowl:
"You guys are going to make these dishes. Are the leftovers outside enough? If not, just dig some more and eat them in the hut."

"A few of us were drinking and chatting, and in the end we just had to make some hot soup and steam some big buns."

Seeing Uncle Zhang's actions, Aunt Zhang shook her head and then put down the empty bowl in his hand:

"Even the cooks couldn't starve during the famine, let alone us. We've already left some food in the kitchen, so you can just eat it with peace of mind."

"It's been a while since we've had any guests. Just stay in the house and chat happily. We'll bring you anything you need."

After saying this, Aunt Zhang waved her hand and called on the other women to walk out the door.

They were walking and chatting with smiles on their faces. A group of aunties and young girls were having a great time. Their laughter could be heard into the house.

Seeing that nothing was happening outside and that there was enough food and drink, Uncle Zhang was not too worried:

"It's okay, these old ladies are not stupid enough not to leave something for themselves, so let's drink ours."

When he said this, he opened his five-jin jar of ginseng wine and poured it into several small cups:
"Try the ginseng wine I brewed specially for you. It uses ginseng that is over 50 years old."

"These days, mountain ginseng that is over a hundred years old is considered a spiritual creature, but mountain ginseng that is over fifty years old is rare!"

Looking at the bright wine, several people did not hesitate to eat and drink.

only.

For Song Feng and others, this wine is good wine, which is used to increase the vitality of the body and has a nourishing effect at most.

However, after Qiu Sheng and Shi Shaojian drank a little, their eyes lit up:
"…Good stuff!" ×2
Looking at the two little guys with shining eyes, Song Feng shook his head:

"As the old saying goes, live by the mountain, eat by the mountain; live by the water, eat by the water. Daoist friend, there are countless good things in this great forest."

"To be honest, the environment outside the pass seems to be much better than that inside the pass. This wild ginseng is almost permeated with spiritual energy..."

Hearing Song Feng's praise, Uncle Zhang was very happy. He picked up the small wine glass next to him and poured another glass for Song Feng:
"What the old man said is true. With such a big mountain, we will never starve to death in our lifetime." "Moreover, the many resources on the mountain are enough for the children in our village to build their foundation and practice."

"If it had happened in previous years, these little kids in our village would have cried and played in the snow..."

When he said this, Uncle Zhang's expression paused slightly, as if he remembered something:
"What a pity! Now our beautiful land has been occupied by foreigners. It's really unpleasant to think about it!"

"These guys actually brought the former climbers to the forest to search for spiritual roots and precious medicines. They even didn't let go of three or five-year-old medicinal sprouts."

"It's a pity that the beautiful environment in my mountain is almost destroyed by these people!!"

At the end of his speech, Uncle Zhang couldn't help but slam the table hard. He looked really angry.

I heard Uncle Zhang say this.

Bei Minghu, who was drinking ginseng wine and eating food, also stopped what he was doing, and then said expressionlessly:
"I already knew that these guys were no good, but I didn't expect them to be so ruthless."

"But now that I'm here, we can't let them do whatever they want. After all, we have the final say over this forest!"

When he spoke to the end, Bei Ming Hu couldn't help but snorted coldly, looking as if he was filled with resentment.

Watching a few people bragging and the topic going off topic, Hu Zongtang did not change the subject.

Instead, he said with some displeasure:
"Although there are many ordinary tigers without spiritual power in this mountain, among all the tigers in this mountain, the mountain king is the greatest."

"Before that, every year when the tigers returned to the mountains, we could get one or two tiger bones to make tiger bone paste to help the children build muscle and strengthen bones."

"Before many of the ordinary tigers died naturally this year, the tigers in the forest were surrounded and killed by the Fuso Yin-Yang Masters and Fuso Ninjas."

"They used all kinds of guns and cannons. They were really ruthless. The tiger almost couldn't stand it and wanted to destroy their camp..."

As they talked, several people felt a sense of resonance.

After all, this is a matter of personal interest.

For plasters made from tiger bones, every dose and every pill are very important. After taking one pill, the child will have energy for the whole winter.

Even during the foundation-building stage, children who regularly take this kind of ointment will have strong tendons and bones, and will be able to adjust their practice to the best state.

Even if one does not have the talent for practicing, but just practices martial arts, one's strength and muscles will be extremely strong and tough.

This year, there are suddenly no tiger bones.

Although the supply of all medicinal materials has not been cut off, some things are still in short supply.

For these old guys.

It doesn't matter whether they eat good food or not. Having reached this stage of cultivation, every step forward will test their ability, opportunity and understanding.

But children are different.

If they do not strengthen their muscles and bones when they are at an age when they need nutrition and the support of spiritual roots and precious medicines, they will have to put in dozens of times more effort if they want to catch up in the future.

How does this not make them angry?
Hearing Hu Zongtang say this, Bei Minghu was a little surprised and looked at Hu Zongtang:

"They went up the mountain to hunt tigers, and you didn't stop them?"

He is the Tiger King so naturally he has a connection with tigers.

If he had not been born with an affinity for tigers, he would not have become connected with this village by chance.

Even to be honest.

The reason why he has made great progress in the past two years and has advanced greatly in Taoism is all due to the guidance of the old mountain monk of the Hu family.

After hearing Bei Minghu's words, Hu Zongtang showed a helpless smile:

"Although the mountains and forests are the territory of us immortals and disciples, things are not absolute."

"The entire Fuso regiment was dispatched, with guns, cannons, grenade launchers, and sharpshooters, as well as a large number of Onmyoji and ninjas."

"Although we can mobilize many elves and immortals in the mountains and forests, it will be of no avail in the end."

"Except for some of the older generation of immortals who can withstand guns and cannons, it is too dangerous for other elves and immortals to face guns and cannons..."

Theoretically speaking, these immortals are the kings of the forest, but they have all the guns and the truth in their hands, so it is difficult to deal with them.

Really speaking.

If you try your best, you can still fight.

There's even a decent chance of winning!
However, we only have one life, but guns, cannons and bullets can really be mass-produced.

Guns have no eyes.

Some immortals and elves may have relatively high levels of spiritual attainment, but their physical bodies are extremely weak, and a single bullet can destroy a hundred years of spiritual attainment.

Really talk about it.

Even if the old mountain king is the undisputed king of the mountains and forests, he cannot put all his elven strength on the line.

I can only say that times are changing too fast.

"……guns……"

When it comes to guns and cannons, even Bei Minghu couldn't help but pause:
"I'm afraid the only ones who can gather such a team are the Waseda Grand Shrine and the Yamada United."

"Waseda Grand Shrine has become a thorn in our side. If we don't get rid of it, I'm afraid it will always be a thorn in our throats..."

He couldn't really attack the military camp head-on, but he had the courage to launch a sneak attack.

The worst that can happen is a head-on confrontation.

As long as the guns and cannons in the regiment are not allowed to gather together with those Yin-Yang masters, he will not be afraid at all.

The power of the approaching army is simply too great.

If you are not careful it can be fatal.

After hearing what Tiger King said, Uncle Zhang slammed the table:
"Hey! Brother Tiger has a point. If it doesn't work, we can just tear down that lousy big temple!"

Seeing Uncle Zhang drunk and already boasting, Hu Zongtang couldn't help but sigh:
“The Great Shrine and the surrounding coalition can be said to be the land of the three provinces outside the Great Wall, suppressing the powerful forces of one province.”

"Now the older generation of immortals are all gathering in Changbai Mountain. With our limited strength, we'd better not fall into the tiger's mouth."

However, just as Hu Zongtang finished speaking, Song Feng slapped the table lightly:
"What the Tiger King said is true! The Waseda Grand Shrine has now become a nail that clamps us down. I came here to pull it out!"

As Song Feng spoke, Qiu Sheng and Shi Shaojian also quickly came to the side to help out:
"…Pull it out for him!"

"Yes! Pull them all out!"

Seeing Song Feng and the two little ones being so enthusiastic, Uncle Zhang clenched his fists in confusion:
"Who cares about the Great Temple? Just do it!"

Hearing this, Bei Minghu stood up immediately:

"Let's go! Let's set him on fire tonight!"

A few people were drunk and got drunk in the warm room. In a short while, they were wearing big cotton-padded jackets and walking out of the mountain with their magic power.

Seeing a few people drunk and about to pull out the Waseda Grand Shrine with their clothes on, Hu Zongtang, who was drinking with them, was completely numb:
"...No...not...really going?"

(End of this chapter)