I was selling peach wood swords on a live stream, how did I become a Taoist ancestor?

Chapter 319 Surrender

Outside Wanfu Temple.

The sun was blazing, and cicadas were chirping incessantly.

A group of people stood on the cobblestone path.

The leader was a man who looked to be in his thirties. He was tall, with a resolute face, and his golden armor gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

It was Fu Dong Tian Wang, the strongest of all the gods in Southeast Asia today, and behind him were the dozen or so gods who remained in Southeast Asia after the end of the Dharma-ending Age.

At this moment, Fu Dongtianwang stood at the entrance of Wanfu Temple, looking at the plaque with the three large characters "Wanfu Temple" written on it, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Heavenly King".

At this moment, a deity standing behind Fu Dong Tian Wang spoke up, "Are we really going to do this?"

"Can't we wait until the spiritual energy has fully recovered, until the situation is completely clear—before making any plans?"

Fu Dongtianwang shook his head.

"We are not entitled to wait."

"The outcome of the battle in the New World has proven His power in this era; it is a mighty force that even the combined might of the major pantheons cannot overcome."

"And now, the Great Xia's earth veins are expanding more and more fiercely in all directions. Once the Great Xia's earth veins break through the barrier and advance straight in, then—"

He turned around and looked at the gods behind him.

"You—you all, what do you think He will do to us who have been standing in His way?"

The gods of the South Seas fell silent.

They know the answer.

The Cherry Blossom Gods have been destroyed.

Nearly a hundred powerful gods from various pantheons were annihilated.

Those projections of the God-King were also destroyed.

The only attitude that Taoist priest Li of the Great Xia Dynasty had towards his enemies was to kill!

at the same time.

Inside Wanfu Temple, Master Qingxu frowned deeply.

He's lived for so many years, what storms hasn't he weathered?

But at this moment, an inexplicable unease welled up in his heart.

That fleeting aura was incredibly powerful.

"Senior brother————"

Gu Changqing also stood up, his expression solemn.

He also sensed that aura.

Although it was only a fleeting moment, the oppressive aura contained within it sent a chill down his spine.

"Does this person have ill intentions?" Gu Changqing asked in a low voice.

Master Qingxu shook his head and remained silent.

He straightened his robes and strode towards the courtyard gate.

Upon reaching the courtyard gate, Master Qingxu stopped, took a deep breath, and then pushed open the door.

A group of people were standing outside the door.

No, it's not a person.

They are a group of gods.

Master Qingxu's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw a man dressed in armor, holding a spear, with a majestic gaze and a faint golden light emanating from him.

Behind the man stood a young man dressed in white robes, holding a long sword. He had a resolute appearance, but his eyes held a hint of unease that was hard to conceal.

Behind them was a young woman in a bright green dress, with a beautiful face and a faint floral fragrance surrounding her.

There was also a man with a human body and a snake's tail, his neck covered with golden scales.

There were also elderly women dressed in traditional clothing.

besides----

A dozen or so deities stood at the entrance of Wanfu Temple, each exuding an unfathomable aura.

Master Qingxu's heart sank suddenly.

Because he recognized the leaders.

The armored man is Fu Dong Tianwang.

The young man in white robes is San Yuanshan Sheng.

The woman in the emerald green dress is the Holy Mother of Willow and Apricot.

And also Naga, Mepo So, Maha Jili, Batalha, Devi Sri, Datuk Gong —

Each and every one of them is a figure of great stature in the mythology of Southeast Asia.

Each of them was many times better than him, the mere abbot of Wanfu Temple.

"This humble Taoist priest—"

Master Qingxu opened his mouth, trying his best to make his voice sound less trembling.

"This humble Taoist priest of Wanfu Temple, Qingxu, was unaware of your arrival and has failed to greet you properly—"

Fu Dongtian looked at him, then suddenly clasped his hands and bowed deeply.

"Master Qingxu, we apologize for our intrusion in visiting you."

Master Qingxu was stunned.

The mighty King Fu Dong, a renowned war god in Southeast Asian mythology, actually bowed to him?

this----

"No, no, not at all." Master Qingxu quickly returned the greeting, "Please come in, everyone."

Fu Dong Tianwang straightened up, nodded, and strode into Wanfu Temple.

Other deities filed in, each with a different expression.

Some people curiously looked around the small Taoist temple, some nervously gripped the ritual implements in their hands, and some lowered their heads, seemingly lost in thought.

Master Qingxu led them into the courtyard and sat them down at the stone table.

The young Taoist priest served the tea with trepidation.

Fu Dong Tianwang picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and then put it down.

"Master Qingxu, I have come today to ask you for a favor."

Master Qingxu's eyelid twitched.

Fu Dong Tianwang, the war god of the Southeast Asian pantheon, what could possibly be so important that he, a mere Taoist priest, would ask for help?

"Please speak," Master Qingxu said hesitantly, suppressing his doubts.

King Fu Dong did not speak immediately.

He picked up his teacup and took another sip, as if he were carefully choosing his words.

After a moment of silence, He finally spoke.

"Master Qingxu, I've heard that Wanfu Temple is a branch temple of Qingfeng Temple, is that right?"

Master Qingxu blushed upon hearing this, but still nodded demurely.

"Exactly."

"Then—do you have any dealings with Master Li of Qingfeng Temple?"

When Fu Dongtian asked this question, his voice was calm, but a hint of tension flashed in his golden eyes.

Master Qingxu felt a chill run down his spine.

He got it.

These Southeast Asian deities did not come looking for him.

They came to see Master Li.

"I dare not presume to have met you," Master Qingxu said, carefully choosing his words. "I have only had the privilege of meeting you a few times."

Fu Dongtianwang nodded and continued, "Then—if I wish to request an audience with Daoist Li, could Daoist Qingxu possibly introduce me?"

really.

Master Qingxu thought to himself.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly spoke.

"Heavenly King, Master Li—not just anyone can see him."

Fu Dongtian nodded, showing no anger.

"I know."

He paused, his voice becoming even more solemn.

"That's why I've come to seek your help, Master."

"If the Taoist priest is willing to make an introduction, I—no, all the gods of Southeast Asia—will surely reward you handsomely."

After Fu Dongtianwang finished speaking, the other deities nodded in agreement.

Looking at these Southeast Asian deities, Master Qingxu felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

Each of these beings was many times stronger than him.

Any one of them could raze his Wanfu Temple to the ground.

But at this moment, they were sitting in the courtyard, humbly begging him to make an introduction.

All of this is because of Master Li.

"Your Majesty, there's no need for such generous thanks."

Master Qingxu took a deep breath and finally spoke.

"I can make an introduction, but I cannot guarantee whether Master Li will be willing to meet you."

Upon hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Fu Dongtianwang's eyes.

"Thank you, Taoist priest!"

He stood up and bowed deeply to Master Qingxu.

The other deities also rose and bowed to Master Qingxu.

Master Qingxu quickly returned the greeting, but inwardly he could only smile bitterly.

How could someone as lowly as the Refining Void Realm be worthy of the respect shown to so many beings above the Earth Immortal level?

All of this is because of Master Li.

"Please be seated, everyone."

Master Qingxu straightened up and gestured for them to sit down.

"I will contact the Night's Watch immediately and ask them to pass on the message."

Fu Dong Tianwang nodded and sat down again.

Then, with a nervous look in his eyes, he watched as Master Qingxu walked into the side hall with his mobile phone.

The other Southeast Asian gods were the same around Him.