Taoist priests in the supernatural world

"Exposed crimes may be forgiven, but hidden crimes cannot be escaped."

"This debt still needs to be settled."

Upon hearing this, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, instantly felt their breath catch in their throats again.

The two of them quickly looked at Uncle Nine with pleading eyes.

Uncle Nine's face hardened, and he interrupted the two of them without any mercy.

"Don't look at me. Whatever Master Huang says goes."

Wencai and Qiusheng fell silent immediately.

Uncle Nine knew that Huang Bai wasn't just trying to scare them since he had spoken.

Moreover, the two apprentices really went too far this time.

Uncle Nine can protect his apprentices, but he cannot be unable to distinguish right from wrong.

Huang Bai glanced at Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, and said:

"The matter hasn't been resolved yet; it's not too late to settle accounts after it's resolved."

He will give them both a punishment they will never forget.

Of course, not now.

The most important thing right now is to bring back the scattered wandering ghosts.

In the following days, Taoist priests from Maoshan arrived at the mortuary one after another.

Some of these people came from nearby towns, some from Taoist temples in the county seat, and a few were disciples who had been summoned back by paper cranes.

The mortuary suddenly became lively.

A group of Taoist priests dressed in bright yellow robes gathered together in twos and threes.

Some called him Uncle Nine Senior Brother, some called him Uncle Nine Uncle Senior Uncle, and a few younger disciples would respectfully bow to him when they saw him.

These are all Taoist priests from within Guangdong Province who were able to arrive in time.

As for those who are further away, such as Simu and Chizuru, they will not be able to return for the time being.

Inside the hall, the main seat was left empty.

Uncle Nine sat to the side.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai stood behind him, heads bowed, not daring to move.

Uncle Nine is dressed exceptionally formally today.

He wore an octagonal crown, a bright yellow Taoist robe, and a magic bag hanging from his waist, with a solemn expression.

He looked at the people around him and briefly explained what had happened.

"Fellow disciples, all the ghosts have come out!"

"If they aren't all brought back, the surrounding towns and villages will be haunted."

"At best, it will drain a person's vital energy; at worst, it will take their life."

"This matter cannot be delayed."

At this point, Uncle Nine paused, then said in a deep voice:

"I propose using the Innate Eight Trigrams Formation to subdue the ghost."

After speaking, Uncle Nine looked around at his disciples and colleagues.

The crowd did not respond immediately, but instead began to whisper among themselves.

The Primordial Eight Trigrams Formation is not a small formation.

Once activated, it requires the cooperation of many people and consumes a considerable amount of magical artifacts and talismans.

In addition, since Uncle Nine was indeed in the wrong this time, no one dared to make a decision immediately.

After a moment, one of the older Taoist priests spoke up, "Senior brother, let's wait for our eldest brother to arrive before making a decision."

The other person nodded as well.

"Yes, the eldest brother has the highest cultivation level."

"It's best to let our senior brother decide on such an important matter."

The Taoist priests all nodded in agreement.

Qiu Sheng was unconvinced.

He had been feeling aggrieved by the scolding these past few days, and now that he saw everyone had arrived but were all waiting for the so-called senior brother, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"So many people are waiting for him, who does he think he is?"

Upon hearing this, Wencai also quietly echoed in agreement.

"Yeah, who does he think he is?"

Although the sound was soft, it did not escape Uncle Nine's ears.

Uncle Nine's face darkened, and he turned around to glare at the two of them: "How dare you! He's my senior brother, and also your senior uncle. If you dare to talk nonsense again, see how I deal with you."

Wencai and Qiusheng immediately shrank back, not daring to speak again.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than steady footsteps sounded outside the door.

Everyone turned to look at the same time.

An old man and a young man strode into the gate of the mortuary.

The elderly man at the head of the group was dressed in a black and white Taoist robe with a distinct yin-yang pattern.

His eyebrows were raised high, his face was cold and stern, and his eyes were like lightning. Just standing there, he gave people a sense of oppressive power, as if a thunderbolt was about to strike.

Among the group of Maoshan disciples dressed in bright yellow Taoist robes, his black and white Taoist robe stood out.

A pale-faced young man followed behind him.

The young man had dark circles under his eyes, unsteady steps, but an air of arrogance about him.

All the Maoshan Taoist priests present understood that this person was Shi Jian's son.

On the surface, everyone regarded him as Shi Jian's apprentice.

The visitor was none other than Shi Jian, the senior disciple of Maoshan.

Uncle Nine quickly got up to greet him.

"Senior Brother."

Shi Jian did not respond immediately.

His gaze was like lightning, first sweeping over Uncle Nine, then over Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng standing behind Uncle Nine.

"Who started this?"

The hall fell silent.

Uncle Nine cupped his hands in apology and explained, "It was my two apprentices who were careless for a moment..."

"The followers are not well-behaved."

Shi Jian raised his hand to stop Uncle Jiu from explaining.

"Ninth Brother, did you call me here so I could help you shoulder this burden?"

Uncle Nine's expression stiffened slightly.

No one dared to speak for a moment.

Shi Jian and Uncle Jiu were originally fellow disciples.

After his master's death, Uncle Nine inherited many magical artifacts, while Shi Jian rose to the position of sect leader based on his own strength.

There was something subtle between the two of them.

Shih Kin's words, seemingly a questioning, were actually an attempt to force Uncle Nine to back down.

Uncle Nine could naturally tell.

He remained silent for a moment, not arguing with Shi Jian, but simply said:

"We've already discussed it and plan to use the Innate Eight Trigrams Formation to subdue these evil spirits."

Shi Jian sneered.

"Since you've already made up your minds, then why did you invite me here?"

Uncle Nine looked at Shi Jian, and finally cupped his hands in a gesture of respect:

"What are your thoughts, Senior Brother?"

Shi Jian saw that Uncle Jiu did not directly respond to his words, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

However, the ghosts had scattered by then, and the important matter was at hand.

He didn't press the matter further, but continued the conversation along the lines.

"The Primordial Eight Trigrams Formation, fine. If we're going to use it, we should use it thoroughly."

With that, Shi Jian walked to the head seat and sat down.

Upon seeing this, everyone sat up straight and became more respectful.

Shi Jian stroked his beard and began to systematically arrange the manpower.

"Ninth Brother, you're in charge of setting up the altar."

"I will guard the core of the formation."

He laid out his plans step by step, clearly and logically, with great confidence.

The Maoshan group, who were initially somewhat flustered, quickly calmed down.

It must be said that although Shi Jian had a domineering temper, his moral character, prestige, and ability to handle affairs were enough to keep the situation under control.

After the arrangements were completed, Uncle Nine arranged for someone to lead the other Taoists who did not need to participate in the formation to the inn to rest.

The number of people in the mortuary immediately decreased by 80%.

Only the key personnel who would execute the formation were left behind.

A group of people stood in the courtyard.

Uncle Nine hesitated for a moment, then said to Shi Jian:

"Senior Brother, I have another friend who has come to help. This person's Taoist skills are very profound, and he is currently living in the side courtyard."

Before Shi Jian could speak, Shi Shaojian behind him frowned.

"Who is it? Acting so high and mighty? Since you're here, why didn't you come to pay your respects to my master?"

Shi Jian did not reprimand Shi Shaojian, but instead looked at Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Nine explained:

"To be honest, this fellow Daoist is not a member of the Maoshan sect."

"We were just discussing internal matters of Maoshan, so it's not appropriate to invite him to participate."

This statement saved face for both sides.

Uncle Nine knew very well that it wasn't that he didn't want to invite Huang Bai, but rather that he didn't know how to arrange it.

My senior brother is very particular about pomp and ceremony, so the head seat in the venue will definitely be his.

If Huang Bai were to sit in a lower position than Shi Jian, it would be an insult to this master.

In Uncle Nine's opinion, Huang Bai's cultivation level was not necessarily weaker than that of his senior brother.

Since we're caught in a dilemma, it might be better not to invite Huang Bai to the Maoshan internal meeting.

Upon hearing this, Shi Jian's eyes showed a hint of interest.

"Oh? To be praised like this by my junior brother, you must be quite a character."

He stood up and walked towards the side courtyard.

"Lead the way, let's see how high this fellow Daoist's cultivation level is."

Shi Shaojian curled his lip, clearly unconvinced.

A group of Maoshan Taoist priests followed.

They were equally curious about what kind of person Uncle Nine could so highly praise.

Upon arriving near the side courtyard, the group smelled a strange fragrance.

The fragrance carries a hint of metallic notes, as well as a touch of the warmth and smoothness of being refined by alchemical fire.

One whiff of it makes one feel refreshed and invigorated.

Shi Jian paused slightly, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh? This fellow Daoist isn't from the Talisman Sect?"

Uncle Nine nodded and said, "Indeed, this is a master alchemist of the Lead and Mercury School."

Shi Jian's interest grew even stronger.

Alchemist Taoist?

Truly skilled alchemists are rare.

Uncle Nine stepped forward, pushed open the gate to the side courtyard, and said:

"Master Huang, our eldest brother has arrived."

What came into view was a young Taoist priest with white hair.

He has a youthful face and a composed demeanor.

Shi Jian's gaze fell on Huang Bai, and his expression turned slightly serious.

He had initially thought the other party was just a pretentious young Taoist priest.

Upon actually meeting Huang Bai, he immediately abandoned his contempt.

This person's spiritual cultivation is as deep and profound as an ancient well.

The more this is the case, the more it shows that the foundation is not shallow.

Shi Jian cupped his hands and said, "Master Huang Bai, truly a hero emerges from among the young."

Huang Bai rose to return the greeting and said with a smile, "Master Shi Jian, I have long admired you."

Both spoke politely, but the atmosphere inside the room inexplicably became tense.

A smile appeared on Shi Jian's face as he turned to look at Shi Shaojian.

"Shaojian, Master Huang is so young yet he has such profound knowledge. You should learn more from Master Huang."

Shi Shaojian was unconvinced and immediately snorted coldly.

He had been practicing magic under Shi Jian since childhood, and was considered outstanding among his peers in Maoshan.

Being compared to a complete stranger in public by his father was naturally unpleasant.

Huang Baidao:

"To be honest, I am 130 years old. In terms of age, I am probably no younger than any of you senior disciples."

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priests were immediately amazed.

"One hundred and thirty years old?"

"Looks like he's in his early twenties."

"As expected of a master alchemist, he has the art of preserving youth."

Even Uncle Nine was somewhat surprised.

He knew that Huang Bai had a mysterious origin, but he never expected that Huang Bai had lived for so long.

Shi Jian, however, did not entirely believe it; he thought Huang Bai was just making a fuss.

It's true that Taoist alchemists have the art of preserving youth, but to maintain such a youthful appearance at 130 years old is simply an exaggeration.

Of course, Huang Baiqiang is strong, but for someone who has mastered thunder magic, he may not be that scary.

Of all the myriad magical arts in the world, thunder magic has always been the foremost for offensive purposes.

He began:

"Fellow Daoist Huang, the Primordial Eight Trigrams Formation is a formation technique of my Maoshan sect."

"You don't know how to change positions, so just observe from the sidelines tonight."

Huang Bai smiled.

"No need, I have my own way."

"Very well, then I'll take this opportunity to see Fellow Daoist Huang's skills."

Shi Jian did have some expectations.

In terms of magical arts, Maoshan can be said to be top-notch.

He wanted to see what skills this alchemist could pull off.

……

night.

The night sky was clear and the stars were dazzling.

On the open space, eight nine-meter-tall lampposts stand majestically.

The lamppost was wrapped in yellow cloth.

The yellow cloth was covered with talismans drawn with blood-red cinnabar.

Beneath each lamppost were buried copper coins, glutinous rice, black dog blood, and talismans to ward off evil spirits.

The eight lampposts are arranged according to the eight trigrams.

Qian, Kun, Kan, Li, Zhen, Xun, Gen, and Dui each occupy their respective positions.

The empty space in the middle is reserved as a place to lure ghosts.

Uncle Nine stood at the edge of the formation, holding a black jar.

Shi Jian stood at the center of the formation, his hands behind his back, his black and white Taoist robe swaying slightly in the night wind.

The remaining Maoshan Taoist priests each guarded their respective positions.

Whoosh!

A sudden gust of cold wind arose.

The once clear night sky was now obscured by dark clouds, the moonlight hidden from view.

Dark green mist appeared from all directions.

The mist writhed like a living thing, and faint cries could be heard from within it.

At that moment, two figures stumbled out of the fog.

It was Wencai and Qiusheng who were truly talented.

The two of them each carried a load on a shoulder pole.

The carrying pole contained the Three Pure Ones Bell (used to attract ghosts), offerings, incense, candles, and paper money.

Because they had let the evil spirit escape, they were tasked with leading it away.

Along the way, the two were chased by a horde of ghosts so badly that their souls almost flew away.

Wencai ran while crying and shouting:

"Master! Help!"

Qiu Sheng, no longer caring about feigning courage, shouted at the top of his lungs:

"They're here!"

"They're all here!"

The two rushed into the formation in a disheveled state, followed by a dense swarm of ghostly figures.

The ghostly figures were of all ages and genders.

Amidst the swirling green mist, hordes of ghosts surged into the range of the Primordial Eight Trigrams Formation like a tidal wave.

A glint of light flashed in Shi Jian's eyes.

"rise!"

In an instant, all eight lampposts lit up simultaneously.

It shone with golden light.

A huge phantom image of the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) appeared in the void.

The eight trigrams rotate, Qian and Kun are positioned, and Kan and Li intersect, firmly locking the ghosts and monsters that rushed into the formation.

The ghosts collided with the golden light and immediately let out sharp screams.

The Yin energy on their bodies was constantly weakened by the formation, and many little ghosts were even pressed to the ground, unable to move.

The Taoist priests who had been lying in ambush all around suddenly leaped out.

Someone wielded a magic sword to slay the demon.

Some people wave prayer flags to summon souls.

Someone shook a copper bell, causing the ghosts to tremble.

Uncle Nine held the black jar, its mouth pointed at the group of ghosts.

He chanted a spell and pointed with his finger.

One by one, the ghosts and monsters were sucked into the black altar, letting out mournful howls.

boom!

Just then, Shi Jian made a move.

He leaped into the center of the horde of ghosts.

Bring your palms together and then push them outwards forcefully.

boom!

Azure lightning flew out from his palm.

The lightning bolt, like a snake, instantly struck the center of the horde of ghosts.

It exploded with a violent roar.

Dozens of evil spirits vanished into thin air on the spot.

The surrounding Maoshan Taoist priests were invigorated by what they saw.

"What an amazing Lightning Thunder Fist!"

"The sect leader's thunder magic has improved again!"

"Ordinary thunder magic requires talismans, magical artifacts, and an altar, yet the sect leader can perform it so casually."

Shi Jian stood amidst the lightning, his brows and eyes sharp.

This was his signature move, the Lightning Thunder Fist.

Shi Jian handled heavy tasks with ease, unleashing thunder with a mere wave of his hand.

It is evident that his mastery of thunder magic is profound.

Just as everyone was marveling at the formation, two completely different auras suddenly rose from the edge of the formation.

One side was as scorching as the blazing sun.

One side is as cold as the deep sea.

Everyone turned to look.

In the corner, a fire dragon and an ice dragon rose up simultaneously.

Wherever the fire dragon passed, flames spread and the ghostly mist sizzled as it burned.

The place where the ice dragon coiled was chilling to the bone, and the ghosts were frozen in place, as if they were frozen in place.

Boom boom boom!

Immediately afterwards, three golden bolts of lightning fell from mid-air.

The lightning struck precisely into the horde of ghosts.

The wandering ghosts didn't even have time to scream before their souls were scattered and destroyed under the golden light.

Fire dragons and ice dragons intertwined and swirled.

Golden lightning continued to fall.

The fog was forcibly torn open.

A figure of a Taoist priest with a golden crown slowly emerged from between the thunder and the cold mist.

It is yellow and white.

He did not stand in the Innate Bagua Formation, nor did he borrow the Maoshan altar.

He simply stood alone outside the formation, and with a wave of his hand, lightning, fire, and ice dragons appeared all at once.

Shi Jian was originally performing the Lightning Thunder Fist amidst the horde of ghosts.

Upon seeing this, he paused slightly, and his eyes finally revealed genuine surprise.

"Thunder Magic?"

This alchemist Taoist priest also knows thunder magic?

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