Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 158 The Luotou Clan, the High Priest
silence
Not only the old man from Luotou clan, but even Li Wushou himself fell silent.

The silence was particularly deafening when the old man placed his son and daughter-in-law's heads on his folded paper.

Aside from their crooked and distorted bodies, when the old man walked, his son and daughter-in-law looked like patients suffering from hysteria and leg ailments.

Every step they took exceeded their expectations, landing in unexpected places.

The old man even thought that if this was the outcome of the presentation, it would be better to let his grandson face it directly.

After all, her grandson, though a child, was nine years old. It was hard not to notice something was wrong when he walked like that.

Looking at this scene, Li Wushou's originally confident face showed a hint of embarrassment.

After all, it involved a big deal worth fifteen taels of gold, so he was extremely cautious.

When he was folding the paper, he carefully folded it according to the shape of Chen Gou'er's flesh and blood, showing a level of seriousness that far exceeded his when he folded the white paper pagoda.

However, the finished origami he displayed really made him feel embarrassed.

I clearly defined the streamline, so why does it look so crooked now?

Li Wushou clearly saw a complex, unspoken emotion on Losang's wrinkled face.

Inside the Three Immortals Pavilion, Chen Gou'er was rolling around in pain, clutching his stomach. When he saw Li Wushou folding two cube-shaped figures and a figure with different lengths, he laughed so hard he could hardly breathe.

Even the old beggar couldn't hold back any longer; it was just too much to bear.

"Hey, wandering sorcerer, how about I bury them both in this ancient temple?"

The old man gave a somewhat speechless suggestion, as he really couldn't bear to watch his son and daughter-in-law walking alongside Li Wushou's paper figure any longer.

Let alone the child, even he would feel uneasy seeing this too often.

Li Wushou withdrew his gaze, waved his hand, coughed lightly, and said something that seemed to be both an explanation and a muttered word to himself.

"Sigh~ The injury on my hand still hasn't healed. It seems I still can't skip this spell."

After speaking, Li Wushou waved his hand to retrieve the paper bodies beneath the two heads, then looked up at the old man who had reached out to take the heads, and calmly comforted him:
"Just a moment, it'll be ready soon!"

The moment he finished speaking, Li Wushou focused his mind on the Three Immortals Pavilion, grabbed the Paper Goddess who was still serving the old beggar, and rushed out the door.

After placing the paper goddess in the white paper Taoist temple within the shrine, Li Wushou suddenly opened his eyes and pretended to form hand seals.

He learned the basics of this seal from Zhu Liuli; it wasn't very useful, but it was quite intimidating.

The old man with the shaved head was completely fooled by him.

A golden light flashed between Li Wushou's brows, and a vertical crack appeared on his forehead. Two thin sheets of paper suddenly emerged from the crack and propped up on either side of it.

Upon closer inspection, the old man could clearly see that it was a pair of hands cut from white paper, which were now forcefully pulling Li Wushou's brows apart.

Suddenly, a paper doll's head emerged from it, and with a sudden forceful push from the paper hands to the sides, a paper doll the size of a palm emerged from between its eyebrows.

The paper figure was pure white, without a trace of blood, even the area between Li Wushou's eyebrows was the same.

The old man was dumbfounded; to be honest, his emotions were also in turmoil.

He initially thought this wandering sorcerer was capable, but after seeing the paper figures he folded, he became full of doubt.

At this moment, he became somewhat doubtful again. The other party should be a capable person, right?
But then, the palm-sized paper figure emerged from between Li Wushou's eyebrows and sat cross-legged in the void above his head.

Suddenly, four arms extended from behind, and together with the two arms in front, they were raised high above the head, the six arms hanging high and constantly forming hand seals.

A quarter of an hour later, the old man from Luotou and Li Wushou both secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

comfortable!
Both of them were very satisfied with the man and woman walking in perfect harmony before them.

"The wandering sorcerer's skills are indeed unparalleled, leaving people in awe."

Li Wushou calmly invited the Paper Goddess back to the Three Immortals Pavilion, waved his hand dismissively, and slowly replied:
"Fortunately, I live up to my fate!"

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The thick fog dissipated
The world returned to its hazy, grayish-white hue.

The old man from the Luotou clan, Losang, had packed his things early and, holding his grandson Luo Fan's hand, stood in front of the deserted temple, gazing at the thin mist outside.

After summoning the Paper Goddess last night, Li Wushou finally regained control of the wandering sorcerer's territory, leaving the old man astonished.

After further communication, I gained a general understanding of this family's situation.

Of course, this is only the part that Losang is willing to share!

His grandson, Luo Fan, woke up just as the fog was about to clear. Indeed, as the old man, Luo Sang, had said, his memory had been obscured, and he had forgotten the events of the previous night.

He was no longer as flustered as he had been the night before, and appeared quite composed, surprisingly unlike an eight or nine-year-old child.

Looking at Luo Fan's appearance, the old beggar would occasionally make sarcastic remarks about Chen Gou'er.

Enraged, Chen Gou'er chased the old beggar around in the Three Immortals Hall of the Divine Palace and bit him fiercely!
Last night was turbulent, but thankfully the rain has stopped and the sky has cleared. The old man, Losang, was clearly in a better mood. After the view had expanded, Losang turned towards the temple and spoke:
"The fog has thinned; we should be able to reach the tribe's territory before it gets thicker today."

Behind the two, Losang's son, Lovin, and his wife stood several meters away from the grandfather and grandson.

The two men were pale and exuded an indescribable weakness. When they heard Losang's words, they nodded slightly, but their movements were extremely cautious, never shifting their center of gravity to avoid giving the impression of being top-heavy.

"Father, Mother, are you feeling better from your cold?"

Looking at his parents' haggard faces, Luo Fan asked them with concern.

She wanted to rush to their side to check on them, but found that her grandfather was holding her hand very tightly.

"Xiao Fan is alright now, and your mother and I are feeling much better!"

Luo Wen smiled slightly and replied in a soft voice.

At this moment, the couple was in very bad condition. The loss of their five internal organs meant that even though they successfully transformed into flying skull ghosts, their foundation was greatly damaged. If it weren't for the mysterious paper body supporting their heads, they would not have been able to continue flying skulls.

"Let's get going. It's best to return to the tribe as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Luo Wen felt a pang of melancholy.

Nine years ago, he and his wife were asked by a close friend to take care of the friend's child for a few days.

But just two days later, he and his wife suddenly lost control, not only devouring their best friend's child, but also causing a great riot in the tribe.

They eventually learned that several seeds of the Ancestral God had been lost that night.

This enraged the entire clan, who demanded the execution of the couple. It was only after his father vouched for them with his own life that their lives were spared, allowing them to live outside the clan.

Today, he was about to return to his clan's territory with Luo Fan, and he felt inexplicably nervous. What's more, he and his wife had now completely transformed into flying skull demons, which would probably make more of his clansmen feel angry and repulsed.
Lowen both longed for and worried about returning to his tribe.

But no matter what, it would be good enough if my son could return to the clan.

His son is so talented that he can wash away the shame his parents brought upon him.

Just then, Li Wushou slowly walked out of the porch, and the four members of the Luo family hurriedly bowed to him.

"I have met the wandering sorcerer!"

Li Wushou waved his hand and replied:
"You're too kind, everyone. It was just a small favor. Shouldn't we be on our way now?"

Losang stroked his beard and nodded in response:

"Thank you, wandering Taoist priest, that's right!"

Li Wushou nodded and took the lead in walking out of the ancient temple.

The direction where the Luotou clan was located was exactly on his path to obtain the bones.

After Chen Gou'er confirmed it repeatedly, he gladly accepted the fact.

The old beggar also told him that the Luotou clan had worshipped an ancestral god for generations, and that this trip might yield a lot of incense offerings.

Although Li Wushou strongly suspected that the two men were only saying this for the remaining ten taels of gold, he didn't say anything more, because the ten taels of gold were just as attractive to him.

Seeing Li Wushou's decisiveness, Losang quickly grabbed his grandson and followed.

His son, Luo Wen, and his wife followed lightly behind the group, half-hidden in the mist.

Each of them was preoccupied with their own thoughts, and they walked very quickly along the way.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, Losang took over the responsibility of leading the way from Li Wushou.

The old man's familiarity with the Land of Misfortune clearly far surpassed that of Li Wushou.

They were also very familiar with all the situations that occurred on the way to their ancestral home.

Although there were many evil spirits lurking along the way, Losang skillfully avoided them all.

This made Li Wushou, who was originally prepared for a fierce battle at any moment, even happier.

Nearly three hours later, the group arrived at a quiet forest. Losang, holding his grandson's hand, beamed with joy and excitedly said:

"arrive!"

Li Wushou was taken aback and looked around. At first glance, this jungle seemed no different from other places, but as Li Wushou prepared to concentrate on his observation, he suddenly felt a chill between his brows.

Then a sense of dread arose from the bottom of his heart, and Li Wushou quickly regained his composure.

Li Wushou was very familiar with this sense of oppression; it usually came from deities.

Is this the ancestral god of the Luotou clan?

Losang, who was standing in front of him, released his grandson's hand and stood in front of the dense forest. His waist sank and his navel made a muffled sound.

"Moo~!"

The void trembled slightly, followed by a series of rustling sounds from the jungle.

Li Wushou narrowed his eyes, and a dazzling red light suddenly flashed in the jungle, instantly dispelling the surrounding mist and clearing everyone's vision.

These red lights were actually emitted by countless blood-red fireflies.

These crimson fireflies, which had been dormant in the jungle, were awakened by Losang and flew out of the trees, quickly coiling up in the sky above the jungle.

A moment later, a blood-red suspended staircase appeared before them.

Losang, pulling his somewhat surprised grandson Luo Fan along, stepped onto the blood-red suspension staircase first, then turned to Li Wushou and said politely:

"Wandering Taoist priest, please!"

Li Wushou nodded slightly and then stepped onto the suspended ladder.

Feeling the constant wriggling sensation beneath his feet, Li Wushou looked down and saw that these blood-red fireflies had sharp teeth on their heads, their backs flashing red light, and human faces appearing on their abdomens as the red light flickered.

At this moment, they were linked end to end, tightly interlocking with each other, making the suspended ladder exceptionally sturdy, which Li Wushou found amusing.

As the suspended ladder rose higher and higher, Li Wushou's mind stirred, and he shifted his perspective to look around.

Under the illumination of this red light, the surroundings are now very clear.

Only then did Li Wushou realize that everyone was climbing a suspended ladder towards a towering mountain.

The mountain was extremely high and otherwise ordinary, but when Li Wushou looked down upon it, it shook him to his core.

The mountain resembled a giant reaching for the sky, with half of its body buried beneath the earth, and the direction the people were climbing was precisely the direction of the giant's head.

Using the light of the blood as a guide, Li Wushou looked towards the mountain peak, hoping to catch a glimpse of the giant's head.

He was once again stunned. The sky above the giant mountain was completely flat, with a huge ancient tree growing in the center, and many wooden houses scattered around the tree.

Li Wushou searched all around but couldn't find the head; it seemed to have been sliced ​​off with a single stroke and flown away.

For some reason, Li Wushou thought of the legends he had heard about the Luotou clan, and the clan's ancestral land was surprisingly similar.

Could this mountain, which resembles a giant, be their ancestor?
Li Wushou's thoughts were racing when suddenly he heard a series of sounds of worship:

"We pay our respects to the High Priest!"

Li Wushou instantly snapped out of his daze and looked in front of him.

Losang, holding his grandson Luo Fan's hand, a gentle smile on his lips, stood at the top of the suspended ladder and addressed the crowd worshipping on the mountaintop platform:

"Relatives, you may dispense with the formalities!"

Is he really the High Priest? Li Wushou had guessed that Losang was extraordinary, but he hadn't expected that the other party would have such a prominent status in the Luotou clan!
The members of the Luotou clan on the platform had intended to welcome the High Priest down the suspended ladder, but they saw him, holding the hand of a young boy, suddenly step aside and bow to a boy with cloud-like markings on his forehead, wearing a yin-yang Taoist robe, saying:

"Wandering Taoist, welcome to the Luotou Clan!"

Finally finished! I'll finish another chapter tonight, and I promise to update with one chapter tomorrow morning. The second chapter will probably be in the afternoon, and I'll write it on the train then.

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