Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 119: Incense Positioning, Borrowing the Scripture and the Method
Where have the people below seen this at this moment?
Although Taoism and Buddhism are present in the world, most of them rely on magical instruments, formations, talismans and various props of life and death to catch monsters and ghosts. In terms of the impact at first glance, Qiu Chuji's move is truly violent and unstoppable.

Countless people rushed out of their homes, kowtowed in the direction of Qiu Chuji, and chanted the name of 'Nine Heavens Devil-binding Patriarch Yingyuan'.

There were also those who were quick-witted and had already begun recording Qiu Chuji's appearance at the moment, planning to carve a statue of the deity later.

Qiu Chuji fell from mid-air and was about to collect the spoils when he suddenly felt a loss of foothold and his whole body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. In the eyes of others, his falling figure was now slowly merging into the void.

Just like a god who has descended to earth, after slaying demons and eliminating evil, he will return to the upper realm.

At this moment, even Lin Jiu began to doubt Qiu Chuji's true identity after seeing this scene.

Could it be that this so-called 'Nine Heavens Devil Binding Master Yingyuan' is actually real?

"Straight bitch!"

Qiu Chuji cursed secretly, he didn't even take the spoils!
This is all Lin Jiu’s advantage!

Chizuru is really no good. She looks good but actually fails at critical moments.

This is how it works to catch ghosts and demons, and it is also how it works to provide blessings.

He also told Qiu Chuji to stay as long as he wanted, and his words were very confident, but Qiu Chuji didn't even stay for a month.

The scene flashed before his eyes, and Qiu Chuji had been kicked out of the zombie world where Lin Jiu and Qian He were, and returned to his own little world.

The Taoist temple was closed, and Qiu Chuji sat in his small world, counting the gains of this trip.

"There are forty-seven demon pills, five of which have the smell of incense. I can use them to set up a small gathering formation near Chongyang Palace, but it needs to be purified by the small world first, otherwise I am afraid that my Chongyang Palace will become a demon nest first."

"Some precious medicines with a long history and strong medicinal properties, and a few special minerals whose history and texture are hard to tell, but are definitely good things. Hmm... Facts have proved that my little world has the potential to be a transit station. Items from other worlds can also be kept here. If I bring them back to Chongyang Palace later, it will be no problem. Then the foundation for serving as a trading platform for all the heavens will be laid."

"The next step is to stabilize the communication and trade between different worlds."

Qiu Chuji was thinking about it, and suddenly he seemed to hear someone chanting the name of 'Jiu Tian Ju Mo Ying Yuan Patriarch', beseeching and praying to him.

The sound was very faint, and he could block it out immediately if he didn't want to listen, but if he listened carefully, he could hear it more carefully.

There are many different voices, and they express many different meanings.

Most of them pray for wealth and safety, but some ask for very strange things, such as asking for the penis to grow an inch longer, asking the wife to cheat on him less, even if they want to find a wild man, they will look far away so that they can't just go out and meet several like-minded people. There are also people who ask for their wives' consent to let them take a concubine.

There were many, many different and chaotic noises, but surprisingly, Qiu Chuji did not find them unbearable, or noisy, and did not interfere with his own thinking.

Being in the small world, Qiu Chuji is actually equivalent to an innate demon god who created the chaos. Even though he is very weak and inconspicuous compared to the truly terrifying innate demon gods, no matter how small he is, there is still a difference between existence and nothingness. Since he is an innate demon god, it is natural for him to hear the prayers of believers across the world.

Through these prayers, Qiu Chuji, sitting in the Taoist temple, seemed to sense the operation of the world.

The world was shrouded in thick fog, and seemed both real and illusory. The world was a mixture of gray and white, and it was caught in a catastrophe.

In response to the call from the believers, Qiu Chuji actually came back to the world he had just left and appeared in front of Lin Jiu who was sitting in the bathtub, scrubbing his body and humming a little tune.

"Excuse me!" Qiu Chuji nodded calmly, as if he didn't hear Lin Jiu humming "Eighteen Touches" just now.

Lin Jiu loosened the loofah in his hand and pushed forward his hairline, which was stained with moisture and had receded a little. His originally somewhat vulgar temperament immediately returned to being decent. Even though he was naked now, he was still an upright Taoist exorcist and zombie nemesis.

"It doesn't matter!"

"Let's take a shower together?" Lin Jiu asked.

"No! No need!"

"Then why don't you go out?"

Qiu Chuji smiled awkwardly, then pushed the door and walked out of the room.

Wencai, who was walking outside with a bucket of water, saw Qiu Chuji pushing the door open from his master's room and immediately exclaimed, "Oh...you!"

Qiu Chuji pointed his finger at Wencai's mute point in the air, leaving him no room to maneuver, and then used the soul-transferring technique.

"You didn't see anything just now!"

Wencai nodded woodenly, and Qiu Chuji left calmly, unblocking Wencai's mute point remotely.

"It's strange. I can't hear the voices of the believers again."

"Is it because I have left my little world and my status has been lowered?" Qiu Chuji walked to the lobby of the inn, ordered some side dishes and a pot of old wine, and sat down to think and sort out the cause and effect relationship between the past and the present.

Just now he had slightly adjusted his face through muscle movement. Although he was still wearing a Taoist robe, with long hair and a hair crown, his face was completely different from the mighty 'Nine Heavens Devil Binding Master'.

Some people in the inn were not surprised to see Qiu Chuji dressed as an ancient Taoist priest.

However, when Qiu Chuji turned around, he discovered that there were two or three other Taoists in the lobby. They were dressed similarly to him, and some were even more stylish than him.

This made his genuine copy look more like a pirated copy. "I shouldn't have been away for too long!"

"Even imitations have come out?" Qiu Chuji thought to himself, chuckled and shook his head.

Qiu Chuji still didn't know enough about the local customs and people.

It is said that people with ambition have long-term goals, while people without ambition often set goals. The same is true in terms of faith. There are many believers in Fujian, but the more gods one believes in, the more difficult it is to say how devout the faith is.

Many people have the habit of believing in God, but the God they worship last month may not be the same God they worship next month.

More people are accustomed to worshipping a god when they see one, since it doesn’t hurt anyway.

At that time, Qiu Chuji still felt some shame for falsely spreading the name of God and usurping the throne of God.

Ordinary people in the local area have already started imitating him and doing all kinds of things...

"The blessings of the believers are limited when counted individually, but when combined together, they still have some weight. I hope that I can stay in this world for a while longer."

After leaving the small world, Qiu Chuji couldn't calculate how many people's calls he had responded to, and the duration of the calls couldn't be added up. For example, there were still people praying to the 'Nine Heavens Devil Binding Master' at all times, but Qiu Chuji could neither receive them nor use the other party's overflowing blessings to increase his time staying in this world.

How long Qiu Chuji can stay depends entirely on how many blessings and invitations he receives in his little world at the moment he responds to the call.

Qiu Chuji sat alone for about a cup of tea. Lin Jiu, who had changed into a blue-gray gown and a black belt, came over with his apprentice Wencai and sat opposite and on the left side of Qiu Chuji.

Lin Jiu casually placed a piece of talisman paper folded into a triangle on the corner of the table.

Qiu Chuji felt that there was an invisible force field surrounding him, isolating the sounds from inside and outside.

"It's a very convenient little trick. I can do it too, but it's more laborious." Qiu Chuji praised.

"It's just a small trick. If you want to learn it, I can teach you!" Lin Jiu said.

"It is not easy for a Quanzhen Taoist to become a disciple of the Three Mountains Talisman Sect." Qiu Chuji sighed.

He used to be able to break the rules, but after experiencing so much, it’s better to be careful about some things.

Although everyone believes in the Three Pure Ones, they are definitely one family if you count from their ancestors.

But that is tracing back to the origin and continuing forward. Each has its own lineage, and it is best to distinguish them when it is time to do so.

After the Jade Void Bell was added to his body, the first person to enlighten him was Mi Jingzi from the Quanzhen Longmen Sect. How can this not be considered a unique cycle of Taoism?
Lin Jiu was surprised: "Daoyou, do you know how to borrow the talisman?"

Qiu Chuji was even more confused. He only knew that Quanzhen Taoists did not receive ordination seals, and theoretically could not use the talismans and spells of Zhengyi Taoism, because the way of talismans belonged to the heaven and underworld giving face to the founder of Zhengyi Taoism, so they responded to the talismans and then exerted all kinds of strange powers.

Quanzhen Taoists and others do not have the same ancestor, so what if you can draw talismans?
No matter how beautiful the painting is, it is all in vain.

In fact, although Qiu Chuji seems to be crossing the river by feeling the stones, he is actually still practicing in accordance with the Quanzhen Sect's way. He condenses the golden elixir, which is in line with the Quanzhen inner alchemy method.

If he continues to move forward along the path of Quanzhen Taoism, in theory he should cultivate the Yang Spirit, which means that he actually has some theoretical guidance, and what he needs to do now is to actually walk the path ahead.

“The so-called borrowing a talisman means that a Quanzhen Taoist asks a Zhengyi Taoist he is on good terms with as a guarantor, and borrows his talisman to gain the ability to draw talismans and ask for magic. Of course... talismans that can be used to ask for the ancestors or some large-scale magic that involves the fundamentals of the sect cannot be borrowed. Most of the things that can be borrowed are just some minor magic.” Lin Jiu explained in more detail.

"Oh! Can we do this?" Qiu Chuji was surprised and felt a little nervous.

As the founder of Quanzhen Sect, he cannot jump off the boat, but it should be no problem for him to take advantage of the wind.

"We are from the same family, so what's the problem?" Lin Jiu said casually.

Nowadays, Taoism is fading and demons are rising. It is the time when sectarianism is most relaxed. Most practitioners in the world focus on practicality. In fact, he also practiced some methods of other sects.

At the critical moment, no matter which school or faction it is, as long as it works, it’s fine.

"In that case, please vouch for me, fellow Taoist." Qiu Chuji bowed.

Lin Jiu smiled and said, "Of course!"

"But... Fellow Daoist, it seems that we haven't known each other's names yet!"

"I am Lin Jiu, one of the 35th generation descendants of the Maoshan Sect."

Qiu Chuji said: "I am Qiu Chuji! A disciple of Quanzhen."

"Ah!?" Lin Jiu's reaction at this moment was even more shocked than Qianhe's at the beginning.

It's not that I don't believe it, but... How can I put it! Just like you met a very good friend in an Internet cafe, played games with him for an afternoon, and when you added the green bubble, you asked his name, and he suddenly told you that he was Qin Shi Huang.

"Don't believe it?" Qiu Chuji guessed the result.

"Well... not completely!" If it was before, Lin Jiu would definitely not believe it, but after seeing what happened that night, he was a little hesitant.

With that level of accomplishment and means, if someone were to be an ordinary Quanzhen Taoist priest, he would not believe it. But if it was Qiu Chuji, the founder of Quanzhen Taoism, then it seems... he might be a little more believable?
(End of this chapter)