Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 295 Gu Zhao: I know a couple of minor spells!

Master Huaiyi shook his head and laughed, "We don't know any magic."

Master Tai Xian also smiled and said, "Young people should believe in science."

"Alright." Gu Zhao nodded with a smile. "I see you all have an air of otherworldly grace, and I was thinking of coming here to seek some destiny with the immortals."

Master Xu Ning smiled and said, "The key to immortality is to study hard, live well, maintain good health and a cheerful mood, and you will most likely live to be a hundred years old."

Gu Zhao cupped his hands in greeting, "I've learned a lot. That's how I've always done it."

The old Taoist priests laughed upon hearing this, and Jingyi poured Gu Zhao another cup of tea.

Gu Zhao thanked him again, accepted the teacup, gently blew away the foam, took a small sip, and put it down.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Taoist priests. I am very grateful." Gu Zhao cupped his hands in a traditional manner. "You Taoist priests are all masters of the Quanzhen School, cultivating true qi internally and practicing both physical and spiritual cultivation. You disdain such tricks. However, I do know a couple of minor spells. Please take a look."

"Hmm?" Several old Taoist priests looked at Gu Zhao with doubt in their eyes, and Jingyi's beautiful eyes also fell on Gu Zhao.

Being watched by a beautiful woman is always a pleasant experience. Gu Zhao winked at Jing Yi, then looked at the old Taoist priests and said with a smile, "Now that the autumn air is crisp and clear, since you Taoist priests have invited me to have tea, I will offer you some fruit instead."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Zhao took out a gourd from his waist.

The gourd was only the size of a palm and had been hanging on Gu Zhao's waist. Everyone thought it was just an ornament, which only proved that Gu Zhao liked traditional culture.

The next moment, Gu Zhao turned the gourd upside down, stretched out his finger, and gently flicked the mouth of the gourd. Everyone saw a flash of blue light at the mouth of the gourd, and four plates of fruit appeared on the table.

A plate of peaches, a plate of bananas, a plate of grapes, and a plate of watermelon that looked freshly cut open, juicy and tender!
The five Taoist priests were all stunned!
No one looked at the fruits on the table; everyone's eyes were fixed on the gourd, which was only the size of a palm.

This was not magic, nor was it an illusion. They clearly sensed a slight fluctuation of magical power and even saw afterimages of several plates of fruit growing larger.

"A world within a pot?" Master Huaiyi asked in a hoarse voice.

The short-bearded Taoist priest suddenly looked up, "Yangcheng?"

But Gu Zhao had already placed the gourd on the table and gestured for it to go, "Please!"

A single word of invitation, like celestial music, jolted everyone awake.

Master Taixian took a deep breath, looked at Gu Zhao, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Meeting Gu Zhao's warm and cheerful smile, Master Tai Xian nodded, reached out and took a slice of watermelon, "Thank you!"

Master Xu Ning regained his composure, smiled, and picked up a banana. "My teeth aren't very good, so I'll have a banana."

Master Huaiyi looked at the short-bearded Taoist, who stared at the four kinds of fruit on the table, his eyes flashing with light, and then looked at Master Huaiyi, "Senior brother, please choose first."

Gu Zhao couldn't help but chuckle, "Daoist, there's no need to overthink it. These are just fresh fruits I bought at the morning market; they have no special meaning."

"Huh?" The short-bearded Taoist priest was taken aback, slightly embarrassed, and then reached out and took a peach. "Then I won't be polite."

Master Huaiyi also took a peach, put it in his mouth, and started eating it.

Finally, there was Jingyi. She picked a grape and put it in her mouth without losing her composure.

Gu Zhao also peeled a banana, its sweet and soft texture leaving a lingering aftertaste. Then he looked at the short-bearded Taoist priest and asked, "How should I address you, Taoist priest?"

"Yushan Sect, Xuanyong!" The short-bearded Taoist priest bowed respectfully.

"The Jinshan School, the Suishan School, the Yushan School, and the Qingjing School—all the branches of the Quanzhen School in eastern Shandong are here!" Gu Zhao exclaimed.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen passed down their lineages to seven branches. The largest branch, Longmen, is not mentioned here. The Suishan, Yushan, and Qingjing branches are in Shandong Province, the Yuxian and Nanwu branches are in Henan Province, and the Huashan branch is naturally in Shaanxi Province.

Of course, this only refers to the ancestral temple. Its branch temples are naturally scattered throughout the north. The Longmen Sect even opened the Yuanfa Palace in Guangzhou.

Upon hearing that Gu Zhao knew everyone's origins simply by asking Xuan Yong Daoist's name, Huai Yi Daoist's eyes lit up, recalling the questioning he had received from the Daoist Academy office at the foot of Laoshan Mountain. "You know us?" Tai Xian Daoist immediately replied, "The Daoist Academy office?"

Gu Zhao nodded and then shook his head. "The information you all received was indeed from the Taoist Studies Office, but I am not a member of the Taoist Studies Office."

Master Xuanyong continued, "The Taoist Studies Research Institute?"

Gu Zhao smiled and pointed to the phone that Jingyi had placed on the table, "The Taoist priests guessed correctly. The person in the video is Uncle Mingyu from the Celestial Master's Mansion."

"Hiss—" Several old Taoist priests gasped in unison.

Gu Zhao looked at Daoist Huaiyi and teased, "What you said is also true, it's your turn now."

Master Huaiyi blushed, a rare sight for him. "You heard everything?"

Gu Zhao nodded and recounted what happened in the Berkeley video: "Senior Brother Changyi of the Celestial Master's Mansion was framed by foreign devils. Uncle Mingyu was furious and sent a Yang Five Thunderbolt that struck the Calvin Building, sending the whole family back to the underworld in their entirety."

The old Taoist priests listened with great interest.

Soaring through the clouds, striking with five thunderbolts, celestial warriors, golden light spells...

They initially thought it was impossible, but looking at the fruit on the table, they realized the world was different now.

The next moment, Gu Zhao pointed his finger, and the five lightning seeds flashed and disappeared into the foreheads of the five people.

A gentle sea breeze rustled the ancient cypress trees, and a profound silence fell over the pavilion behind Shangqing Palace. Although there were six people sitting in the pavilion, they seemed to blend into nature.

A moment later, a group of tourists emerged from the back gate of Shangqing Palace, laughing and joking, pointing and talking.

"Shangqing Palace is so small, much smaller than Taiqing Palace."

"I wonder what Taiping Palace is like, but it seems to be quite far away."

"Let's go to Mingxia Cave first; it's not far up there."

"Hey? Those Taoist priests look like wax figures. Could they be some kind of prop set up by Laoshan?"

The tourists' conversation startled several old Taoist priests awake.

"Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"

"We never expected to have such an encounter!"

"Slaying demons and eliminating evil to accumulate merit?"

"I see. Greetings, Sect Leader!"

The four old Taoist priests sighed in admiration, but Jingyi was still somewhat surprised. She had thought only elderly Taoist priests had a chance. "Is there a share for me too?"

Gu Zhao nodded. "Since you met me with your fellow martial uncles, it must be fate. You're naturally part of it. If you can't bear to leave your family, you can come back often."

Upon hearing this, Jingyi was slightly taken aback, then shook her head, "I no longer have a home."

So he's someone with a story to tell?

Master Xu Ning patted Jingyi's hand, "Then come with your master."

Master Tai Xian stood up, his eyes shining. "When shall we go over there?"

Master Huaiyi could no longer resist. He put a cigarette in his mouth and, without even using a lighter, activated his internal energy, causing the cigarette to light automatically. Then, he exhaled a puff of smoke, which actually formed a flying bird.

Although Master Xuanyong was composed, his words were anything but composed: "I can leave now!"

(End of this chapter)