The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 171 Tōkaidō Official
In the evening.

Various kinds of lanterns were hung along the roads in Nightmare City. Outside Nightmare City, on both sides of the roads, hundreds of wooden tables were placed with various pots and pans made of pottery, copper, iron, etc., which contained the food cooked by the people of Nightmare City in half a day.

At this time, six Qiongming senior monks had been invited into the Nightmare City. The only old priest of the Nightmare tribe sat with him, and the young quasi-king sat on the other side, at a loss. Four second-level priests served behind him, and the second-level barbarians of the tribe acted as guards.

This is already the highest etiquette of the Nightmare Tribe today!

"You said that a witch spirit god contacted you under his guidance?"

"What does that person look like?"

Among the six Qiongming statues, a Taoist priest wearing a silver crown frowned and asked a question.

He and other Taoists had never known such a spiritual practitioner among their army? Could he be one of those Yin Gods? Or was there another outsider from the Southern Territory?
"He used a three-inch human witch doll as his Dharma body. We didn't know anything about it. We just followed his instructions and waited for the immortal to cultivate!"

Upon hearing this, the old priest shook his head in confusion.

Were these six Jindan upper cultivators just outposts? Could it be that Dao Court had bigger moves? No wonder the Beast King was tied up.

He didn't think that his own temple, which hadn't been opened for hundreds of years, was worth such a big fuss!

Guarding a treasure mountain without knowing it.

It's also sad.

"In that case, I will meet him outside the city!"

"They're coming."

The Taoist priest with the Silver Crown closed the communication talisman, put it into his sleeve, and nodded to the old priest.

It was unknown whether those people had reached any consensus with the Nightmare Tribe. They restrained their hostility and went out to greet the old priest.

"Dare to disobey orders."

The old priest returned the greeting, then winked at the four disciples and Tan Qing'er, and followed the senior practitioners out of the tower.

The group did not stop, but rode the wind and headed straight for the lakeside below the city.

Just as they arrived at the lakeside, two huge treasure ships happened to be sailing down from the clouds with the wind.

The treasure ship was as big as a mountain, with spiritual light lingering on it, and the barrier was stretched out to form a misty cover. On its side, flowing clouds and fine snow were scattered along the ship to the human world, like something from fairyland!
Two treasure ships landed in front of the lower gate of Nightmare City. From below, people could be seen walking around on the boats. They all wore robes, some wore crowns, and some wore robes. The immortals often wore beautiful jades around their waists. Some carried precious swords; some held Ruyi in their hands; some wore brocade bags on their robes and held two pearls in their hands; some had precious fans with spiritual light around their waists; some talked and laughed, with sword lights in their eyes...

The immortal cultivator on the boat stepped down on the clouds, like a real immortal. Was he out of this world and free?

The old priest of the Nightmare Tribe was not without experience. Back when the Nightmare Tribe had not yet arrived at this time, he had walked out of the mountains, traveled to the various villages of the Yue people in Jiaozhou, walked across the snowy plains of the Western Wilderness, and seen the millions of miles of spiritual fields in Luozhou with its dense water network.

The Taoist priest with reserved beauty might be a true cultivator who has seen through fate, or he might just be an ordinary cultivator. But the Taoist priest dressed in gorgeous clothes and jade, with a dazzling aura, must be from a noble family, and is often a cultivator with higher magical powers and higher spiritual attainments in the Nine Provinces.

Even though I was mentally prepared, I still felt bitter when we met.

"Old priest, are you well?"

Only a rather high-spirited call was heard, and in a moment a purple cloud flew out from the treasure ship.

The most conspicuous person in the clouds is the silver-haired Taoist in the front, with a handsome figure and a handsome face. He is wearing a yellow robe with wide sleeves. The changes of yin and yang are all reflected on the Taoist robe, evolving invisible. The brocade cloud robe inside further highlights his heroic spirit. With his hands behind his back, his eyes seem to contain the secret of the universe. He stands in the main position, looking extremely majestic.

On the right side is a graceful woman, with a delicate but not revealing figure, and a restrained wildness and domineering nature, which makes people dare not look directly at her if she reveals even a little bit.

There is no need to say more about the two golden crown Taoists on the left. The jade Taoist emblem is engraved on the side of the sleeve collar. All the wonderful methods come from Qiongming. Everyone knows the Taoist emblem of the Qiongming Wang family...

"Isn't that just..."

Tan Qing'er's eyes lit up behind him. Silver hair, inner thoughts, and that voice, wasn't that the Wu Ling God?

He is really not an evil spirit. This Taoist is so handsome, but why is his Dharma body like that?
Apparently, the young future king recognized the "Witch Spirit God" who had been harassing her for so long.

The next characters to appear are even more surprising.

Behind the magic boat, there was a Jindan magician holding a golden lock and jade chain. The magician gently pulled the golden jade chain, and three old barbarians with strong but weak breaths groaned from the back and followed him out.

The three men were all pierced through the collarbones by golden hooks, and were put in fine gold and secret silver chains, and were being led by someone.

The barbarians from the Nightmare Tribe who were welcoming the guests all took a deep breath. How could they not recognize the three supreme barbarians?

The Beast King of the Beast Barbarian Tribe and the two priests of the Ghost Barbarian Tribe, what kind of people were they? But now they were like slaves in front of this immortal cultivator...

"Old priest, you and I have been friends for a long time."

"Does what you said before still count?"

Wu Yong landed with the three statues, exchanged glances with the other cultivators of Qiongming, nodded, then bowed to the old priest and asked with a smile.

During these days, he has reached a lot of subtle consensus with the old priest through the witchcraft method. If the Nightmare Tribe is willing to cooperate, the other barbarian tribes will not be able to interfere!
"You bastards from the Nightmare Tribe, you beasts! No wonder this Taoist priest captured all of us in one fell swoop. It turns out that you, the traitors, leaked the information."

"When I return, I will definitely wait for you..."

Seeing that this army had fallen to the subordinates of Yanman City, the two sides were still talking and laughing, but he had lost half of his dignity. The furious beast king could no longer hold back and started to curse. However, the cultivators did not tolerate him. The great magician Wang Jin sealed his mouth with a flick of his finger, making him unable to make a sound even if he bared his teeth and claws.

A young man from Qiongming and a great repairman of Gangsha in the back were even more injured. He swung the long whip in his hand on the ground and sneered:
"What a strong smell, old wolf! If you don't cooperate with us, will we have to castrate you in public and drag you back to be our mount?"

"If you lose, you have to admit it. Don't be so stubborn!"

He whipped the ground again and scolded the three prisoners mercilessly.

Wu Yong glanced back and could only spread his hands, saying helplessly:

"As a barbarian king, he should have some dignity and should not be humiliated like this. We did not treat him like this after we captured him, but he did not appreciate it at all and injured many of my subordinates in a sudden attack."

What can I do?

The Scorpion Demon at the back crossed his arms and looked down with great disdain.

"He doesn't know his limits. He doesn't want dignity, so naturally he loses it."

How can they still be respectable even though they have become prisoners? How can they still be respected? Look at those two ghost priests, they are very well behaved.

This scene of killing the tiger to scare the monkeys scared all the barbarians of the Nightmare Tribe. Even the most unattainable upper barbarian kings and priests were like this, so they had no choice but to stand by and listen to orders.

"Your Excellency is polite. What you have done before will count."

"I have prepared hot food in Nightmare City for all the cultivators. Although it is just coarse food and light drinks, please do not despise it. Many palaces have been prepared in the city..."

"Please follow me up to the tower to congratulate you all!"

The old priest was very polite and made proper arrangements for all the practitioners.

But the cultivators in Qiongming would probably not eat such ordinary food. Moreover, they dared not take it casually. They all frowned and said nothing.

Wu Yong laughed loudly upon seeing this, and bowed his hands to explain:

"How dare we refuse such a kind offer from the vast majority of the people of Yanzhou? Just accept it."

"But all the soldiers in my front line are great sorcerers who have successfully established their foundations and practiced fasting. They haven't enjoyed food for many years."

"We have three battalions of soldiers in the rear, and they will arrive soon. Please warm up the stove again..."

These words made the Nightmare barbarians under the city wave their hands and nod their heads repeatedly. Such a huge reward of meat and drinks, even the various pots and pans were borrowed from the Nightmare people's homes, which was already considered a large-scale reception.

The barbaric tribes are not like the Kyushu. There is a huge gap between the barbarians and the common people, and the productivity is extremely uneven. The common people have to pick mulberry leaves, chop wood, fish and hunt in the swamps to barely fill their stomachs.

The Supreme Lord bowed and explained his doubts, and thanked him repeatedly. Ordinary barbarians were at a loss, let alone ordinary people.

Wu Yong thanked everyone, then took two steps forward, exchanged greetings with the old priest, and entered the Nightmare City together.

Looking at the cultivators who did not climb the ancient locust tree ladder like him, but instead rode the clouds and wind straight into the city, the barbarians who stayed behind by the lake were also filled with admiration.

"What an elite Taoist army! What a terrifying aura!"

"Even the beast king has been imprisoned. How impressive and cool!"

"Humph, the Beast Barbarians are the most hateful and domineering. If you ask me, the old Beast King deserves it."

"The immortals in the north are really powerful! They are not like the barbarians, who are very friendly. The higher up they are, the more they bully our smaller tribes. If it were the beast king, I'm afraid they wouldn't even look at him unless we used the spiritual wine and beast meat to treat him."

"..."

Since the barbarians live in the same place, there are naturally frequent frictions. The barbarian world is extremely envious of the strong, and the immortal cultivators in Kyushu are only a distant sight. Under this comparison, they naturally feel that the immortal cultivators in the north are like the descendants of gods, much better than those upper barbarian tribes.

Wu Yong and the others followed the old priest up to Nightmare City, and of course they had no idea of ​​the unexpected effect of establishing their authority and looking down on the people.

The nine Qiongming Lords, the three Wu Yongs, as well as the priests and quasi-kings of the Yan Tribe are all gathered together at this moment.

After both parties sat down, the old priest and the quasi-king Tan Qing'er immediately became a little restless. They were surrounded by a dozen mages. It was said that there were three Taoist armies behind them. Even though the old priest had lived for seven hundred years, he had never had such an experience!

"Old priest, I made a covenant with you before about walking in God's way."

"The Qiongming masters have something to ask of the Holy Temple of the Nightmare Department. Yongyi can be a witness in the name of the Tōkaidō official. You can use that Holy Temple as a communication channel and ask the Qiongming Master to personally accept this little quail as his disciple."

"In order to get a True Lord or even several True Lords to support your Nightmare tribe, I will spare no expense to ensure that this little fellow can reach the third level of cultivation. This will ensure that your Nightmare tribe will rise again and prosper for hundreds of years!"

"Now that the Qiongming masters are here, you can tell me what you think, old priest."

Wu Yong waved his sleeves, seeming to be stealing the show.

However, he had already had private dealings with Yanman and had even used his title as an official of the Tōkaidō as a guarantee, which made the other cultivators in Qiongming feel more favorable towards him.

I had thought that this great Dharma master invited from the East China Sea would do his utmost, but I had not expected that he had already bypassed the obstacles and got to the heart of the matter.

If they can really achieve reconciliation, they can achieve their goal without spending a single soldier. By then, even if the barbarians cause trouble again, they will have taken the initiative.

(End of this chapter)