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

Chapter 321: Use barbarians to control barbarians

The cobblestone path is not long.

But for Fu Dong, this path was longer than any other path he had ever walked in his life.

He walked slowly and carefully.

The boots made a soft sound as they stepped on the bluestone slabs.

The sound echoed through the empty mountains and forests, like the beat of a drum, striking His heart again and again.

Behind them, the Umbrella Mountain Saint, the Willow Apricot Holy Mother, Naga—all the deities followed in silence.

No one speaks.

No one even dared to breathe loudly.

The only sounds were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional chirping of birds.

Fine beads of sweat had already formed on the forehead of the Heavenly King Fu Dong.

He has seen battlefields where blood flowed like rivers, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and countless lives wailing before Him.

But at this moment, He felt a tension He had never felt before.

The tension was so intense that His hands were trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

But my heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

at last.

The path came to an end.

A small Taoist temple appeared before Fu Dong Tianwang.

The green tiles are mottled, the courtyard walls are mottled, and two lanterns hang from the eaves, swaying gently in the breeze.

Above the door, the three characters "Qingfeng Temple" gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

Ordinary.

Compared to the magnificent temples of Southeast Asia, this Taoist temple is ridiculously shabby.

But at this moment, not a single deity dared to laugh.

Because they all knew that in this seemingly ordinary little Taoist temple lived a being who dared to annihilate even the projection of a god-king with a single sword strike.

Fu Dongtianwang stopped and took a deep breath.

Then, He straightened His golden armor, stepped forward, and raised His hand to knock on the door.

The door creaked open by itself.

In the courtyard, a young Taoist priest was sitting at a stone table, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

He wore a plain Taoist robe, had a handsome face, and a faint smile on his lips.

It was Li Jun.

Fu Dongtian's pupils contracted slightly.

Although He had seen Li Jun's appearance through those circulated images before, seeing him in person now was a completely different experience.

It was a feeling that couldn't be described in words.

Even though the other person looked very ordinary and had nothing special about him, for some reason, Fu Dongtianwang had an urge to kneel down.

It's not fear.

It is reverence.

Awe from the depths of the soul.

"Please come in, everyone who has come from afar."

Li Jun's voice came from the courtyard, calm and gentle.

Fu Dongtian took a deep breath and stepped into the courtyard.

Other deities also filed in, each with a respectful expression, not daring to breathe loudly.

Upon entering, Fu Dong Tianwang knelt down first and bowed deeply.

"The young master of Southeast Asia, Fu Dong, pays his respects to Master Li."

His voice was extremely respectful.

Behind him, the Umbrella Mountain Saint, the Willow Apricot Holy Mother, Naga—all the deities knelt down at the same time.

"Greetings, Master Li."

Li Jun looked at these Southeast Asian deities with a calm expression.

He didn't speak, but simply picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

The courtyard fell silent.

The only sounds were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the chirping of birds in the distant mountains and forests.

Fu Dong Tianwang remained kneeling and kowtowing, not daring to move or raise his head.

He could feel Li Jun's gaze fixed on him.

His gaze was calm, devoid of murderous intent, oppressive aura, or even any emotion.

But Fu Dong Tianwang felt as if he had been seen through.

His past, His present, His future, and every thought of His were laid bare in those calm eyes.

More beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the Heavenly King Fu Dong.

His heart was beating faster and faster, almost as if it would jump out of his chest.

His hands were trembling, his legs were weak, and his robes on the back were soaked with cold sweat.

at last.

Li Jun spoke up.

"No need for such formalities."

His voice remained calm, but Fu Dongtian felt that the invisible pressure had dissipated by more than half in an instant.

He straightened up, raised his head, and looked at Li Jun cautiously.

"Get up and sit down."

Li Jun pointed to the stone bench opposite.

Fu Dongtian hesitated for a moment, then carefully sat down on the stone bench.

The other deities then found their places to stand in the courtyard.

The white fox lay beside the gourd vine, its three tails swaying gently behind it, its golden vertical pupils gazing curiously at these Southeast Asian deities.

Fu Dongtian noticed the white fox, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Three-tailed spirit fox.

Moreover, the aura of this spirit fox was even stronger than His.

King Fu Dong was horrified.

Even Master Li's pets are better than Him?

This is too much!

"Tell me about it."

Li Jun's voice interrupted Fu Dongtianwang's thoughts.

"What business do you have with me?"

Fu Dongtian quickly composed himself, then stood up, clasped his hands, and bowed.

"Master, we have come here to surrender."

As he spoke, Fu Dongtian took out a jade slip from his bosom and held it above his head with both hands.

"This is a map of the distribution of the ley lines in Southeast Asia, which records the direction, nodes and spiritual eyes of all the ley lines in Southeast Asia."

"We are willing to offer the entire land veins of Southeast Asia to the Taoist Master."

"We only ask that you, Taoist priest, allow us to remain in Southeast Asia."

Behind King Fu Dong, more than ten deities also took out their prepared jade slips, magical artifacts, and divine objects, holding them above their heads with both hands.

In no time, the courtyard was filled with all sorts of divine objects emitting various colors of light.

Each piece embodies the accumulated wisdom of the gods of Southeast Asia over countless years.

Each one of them is enough to drive any superhuman mad.

But at this moment, Li Jun looked at those things with a calm expression.

He didn't take it, but simply picked up the teacup and took a small sip.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the Heavenly King Fu Dong.

He didn't know what Master Li was thinking, nor did he know whether Master Li would accept their surrender.

This feeling of awaiting judgment suffocated even the God of War who had lived for countless years.

"The Land Veins of Southeast Asia —"

After a long silence, Li Jun finally spoke.

"If this humble Taoist wishes, I can take it with a wave of my hand."

"Why should we need you to offer it?"

Fu Dongtianwang's heart sank suddenly.

really.

This Taoist priest, Li, didn't even look down on the things they offered.

"Master Daoist."

Fu Dongtian gritted his teeth and continued.

"Although Xiao Shen and his group are weak, we have been operating in Southeast Asia for countless years and are very familiar with the land, mountains and rivers of Southeast Asia."

"If the Taoist priest is willing to take us in, we can help him manage Southeast Asia and share his burdens."

Li Jun looked at Fu Dongtianwang, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

The gods of the South Seas are indeed not very powerful.

But it is true that they are very familiar with Southeast Asia.

If we can subdue them and use barbarians to control barbarians, it will indeed be of great help in managing Southeast Asia in the future.

"Fine."

Li Jun put down his teacup and glanced at each of the gods.

"Since you have this intention, I will not make things difficult for you."

King Fu Dong was overjoyed.

"Thank you, Taoist priest!"

The other deities also bowed deeply to Li Jun.

"Thank you, Taoist priest!"