Taoist priests in the supernatural world

"This Taoist priest actually knows thunder magic?"

Shi Jian was startled, and his eyes instantly sharpened.

He originally thought that his Lightning Thunder Fist was already the pinnacle of thunder magic in the world.

Looking at his peers in Maoshan, there are almost no people who can compare with him in the art of thunder magic.

The yellow-white figure in front of me could actually raise his hand and unleash lightning.

Moreover, it wasn't about borrowing talismans or magic; it was about genuinely using one's own cultivation to unleash the thunder.

What concerned Shi Jian even more was that Huang Bai's lightning technique looked a bit thinner than his own lightning, unlike the violent and domineering Lightning Strike Fist.

However, the lightning contained the changes of the five elements.

The five thunders rotate, their interactions clearly defined by mutual generation and restraint.

This is the Five Elements Thunder Technique.

Judging from his level of lightning magic, this person is definitely no less powerful than himself.

"Yellow and white".

"Huang Tian..."

A name suddenly flashed through Shi Jian's mind.

wrong.

He had heard of this person.

Many years ago, a Taoist priest blew up Empress Dowager Cixi's tomb, indirectly causing the destruction of the barbarian tribes.

Mr. Hong later even established the Huaxia Prayer Association specifically to worship the Tiandao Temple and unify the lineages of the world.

This incident caused a sensation at the time.

Taoist sects and sorcerers from various regions have discussed that short-lived Taoist priest who brought about the downfall of a nation.

But the person appeared for only a short time before disappearing again.

Over time, its reputation gradually faded, leaving only some half-true and half-false stories.

His yellowish-white complexion made him look too young.

Upon their first meeting, Shi Jian did not immediately connect him with the man from back then.

Upon seeing this thunder magic today, he finally remembered.

It turns out that this person was none other than the renowned Taoist Master Huang Tian.

"very good."

"Back then, I was in seclusion practicing thunder magic and was unable to compete with you."

"Today is an excellent opportunity."

A flicker of excitement flashed in Shi Jian's eyes.

He was born with a strong personality, and after mastering the thunder magic, he became even more ambitious.

He wouldn't even bother to glance at an ordinary Taoist priest.

Yellow and white are different.

This person is famous, skilled, and possesses thunder magic.

It's perfect for a showdown.

Boom boom boom!

Shi Jian leaped and bounded about.

Lightning crackled around his arms, and electric sparks exploded continuously between his fingers and palms.

His attacks became increasingly fierce.

With each strike of azure lightning, more than ten lonely ghosts were scattered and their souls were destroyed.

The ghosts, weakened by the Eight Trigrams Formation, were now even less able to resist the lightning and thunder fists.

boom!

A bolt of lightning struck the ground, blasting a large crater in the earth.

Mud flew everywhere, and stones were scattered all over the place.

A few sparks flew past Uncle Nine, almost hitting his Taoist robe.

Uncle Nine quickly dodged to the side, but was still covered in dust.

"Ptooey, ptooey..."

Uncle Nine, covered in dust and dirt, spat out the sand in his mouth.

He looked up again and saw Shi Jian on the other side, his body crackling with electricity, his beard and hair dancing wildly, and his black and white Taoist robe fluttering in the thunder and wind.

He was like a thunder god descended to earth.

Their presence overshadowed all the Maoshan Taoist priests in the surrounding area.

Seeing this, Uncle Nine hurriedly shouted a reminder:

"Senior brother!"

"We're here to catch ghosts, not kill them! That would be against the natural order!"

Unfortunately, Shi Jian ignored Uncle Jiu's words.

They were too lazy to even explain.

When Lei Fa strikes, the opponent is either killed or seriously injured.

Lao Jiu didn't just meet himself today.

Since you invited him over, you should be prepared for this.

Besides, these wandering ghosts have already scattered and harmed people, so what's the big deal about killing a few vicious people?

Boom!

The lightning continued to fall.

Shi Jian's state of great stillness was perfected, his aura profound and seemingly endless.

Each punch he threw could unleash lightning.

With each step, sparks of electricity danced across the ground.

He demonstrated the power of the sect leader to all the Maoshan Taoists present through his actions.

On the other hand, Huang Bai seemed to be in complete control.

He wasn't in a hurry to kill the ghost; a talisman would occasionally fly out from his sleeve.

The talisman transformed into golden light and accurately affixed to the body of the wandering ghost, fixing it in place.

Uncle Nine, who arrived shortly after, used a black jar to capture the ghost.

If a fierce ghost breaks through the formation, Huang Bai will casually unleash a Five Elements Thunder Technique, which will instantly disperse the malevolent aura emanating from the ghost.

Fire dragons and ice dragons roamed and intertwined.

Compared to Shi Jian's thunderous and powerful actions, Huang Bai's side seemed to be cleaning up the mess in an orderly manner.

His mind was always focused on Shi Jian.

"Something's not right. This person's mind has been completely affected by the thunder magic."

A faint golden light flickered in Huang Bai's eyes.

The essence of the Five Thunder Orthodox Method is to rectify one's mind and align it with the Dao, and to unite one's Qi with Heaven.

True thunder magic is not just a technique of killing, but also the righteous energy of heaven and earth.

In the early stages of practicing thunder magic, if the foundation is not stable, it is easy to go astray.

Many people, while practicing, end up cultivating the evil Five Thunder Technique.

His personality changed drastically; he became irritable and easily angered, and would often resort to ruthless violence to resolve everything.

Afterwards, it is necessary to gradually wash away the evil influence and restore the Thunder Magic to its true form, transforming it into the True Five Thunder Magic.

Only when you reach that stage can you achieve a perfect balance between magic and mind.

It's clear that Shi Jian was affected by the thunder magic.

Thunder magic was supposed to be a protective art, but in his hands, it has become a tool for venting anger and expressing his competitive spirit.

The reason why Huang Bai doesn't have this problem is because his thunder magic comes from Taiji thunder energy.

It starts with a tiny spark of lightning, slowly nurtured and gradually grown stronger.

From nothing to something, from weak to strong.

The whole process was down-to-earth and extremely arduous.

Therefore, with a solid foundation, one's mind is not easily swayed by thunder magic.

But the Taoist priests of Maoshan are different.

The Maoshan lineage is inherently skilled at using magic to invoke deities.

They were able to unleash powerful thunder magic through their ancestor from the very beginning.

It works quickly and is very powerful.

Lightning magic is often a finished product from the start.

This is precisely why practitioners who suddenly come into contact with such powerful killing techniques are inevitably affected by them.

If one can see through it, then it is naturally the right and proper path.

If you can't figure it out, you'll go further and further astray.

At this moment, only one evil spirit remained on the field.

This vengeful ghost was exceptionally vicious, with bloodshot eyes, a mouth full of fangs, and an extremely heavy aura of resentment emanating from it.

Even more bizarrely, it seemed to have little intelligence left, only instinctive killing intent.

Trapped in the center by the Bagua formation, it continued to crash against the golden light, emitting a beast-like roar.

A flash of lightning appeared in Shi Jian's eyes, and he threw another punch.

Azure lightning pierced the sky, its target the vengeful ghost.

The next moment, a bolt of crimson lightning struck first.

boom!

The crimson lightning, like fire, struck the vengeful ghost instantly.

The vengeful ghost didn't even have time to scream before its soul was scattered on the spot.

Shi Jian's lightning bolt missed its target, striking the ground and leaving a charred mark.

The room fell silent.

The Taoist priests all stopped what they were doing.

The ghostly mist within the Primordial Eight Trigrams Formation gradually dissipated.

Shi Jian slowly turned around and looked at Huang Bai.

A moment later, he stepped forward and stood in front of Huang Bai.

"Your Taoist skills are very powerful."

Shi Jian cupped his hands in greeting, his tone much more cautious than before.

"Shi Jian, the head of the Maoshan Sect, greets fellow Daoist."

This time, he wasn't just being polite.

Shi Jian had a volatile temper, but he respected the strong, and besides, Huang Bai had no direct conflict of interest with him.

Huang and Bai returned the greeting with a bow.

"Huang Bai, the president of the World Taoist Association and the president of the Huaxia Blessing Association, whose Taoist name is Huang Tian, ​​greets you."

This self-introduction revealed that his status and position were no less than Shi Jian's.

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priests immediately stirred up a commotion.

"So you are the president of the Huaxia Prayer Association!"

"No wonder his cultivation level is so high."

"Master Huang Tian, ​​it really is him?"

"I've also heard my master mention the incident at the Qing Mausoleum back then."

Everyone present had experienced that era and knew how sensational the events of that time were.

The Yellow and White Army bombed Empress Dowager Cixi's tomb, the Tiandao Temple became famous, and the Huaxia Prayer Association was established.

These events had a profound impact on the Taoist community throughout the world.

They never expected that the legendary figure would actually be standing right in front of them.

Shi Jian felt somewhat uncomfortable when he saw that Huang Bai had been recognized by the crowd.

After all, he was the focus of attention just now, but in the blink of an eye, Huang Bai stole half the limelight.

However, he didn't say anything more.

Huang Bai represents the official position and is also the nominal head of all Taoist priests in the world.

To some extent, even as the head of the Maoshan sect, he was still within their jurisdiction.

At least on the surface, Shi Jian cannot ignore Huang Bai's identity.

After the exorcism was completed, everyone began to clean up the altar.

Shi Jian and Huang Bai walked side by side.

As the two walked toward the mortuary, they discussed Taoist and magical arts.

Shi Jian spoke first:

"Your Five Elements Thunder Technique is quite impressive. However, you are proficient in too many spells, trying to do everything at once, which makes you unable to master anything."

"In my opinion, it would be better to specialize in thunder magic and supplement it with other spells."

He wasn't entirely being sarcastic when he said that.

In his view, thunder magic, such a powerful spell, was enough to defeat all other spells with a single spell.

Uncle Nine is proficient in more types of magic than he is.

He has a wide range of skills, including talismans, altars, invoking gods, suppressing corpses, and feng shui.

If it really came down to a magical duel, Uncle Nine couldn't beat him.

This is the benefit of specializing in lightning magic.

After listening, Huang Bai shook his head.

"Technique is not important."

Shi Jian raised an eyebrow.

Huang Bai continued:

"To be obsessed with techniques and methods while neglecting one's own character and moral conduct is the greatest taboo."

"Greedy for blessings bestowed by heaven, resentful of others' superior techniques, and obsessed with their own magic."

"Over time, one's six senses will become obscured."

"Years of arduous cultivation, only to perish in a single day."

This is Huang Bai's opinion.

The higher one's cultivation level, the less one should be attached to minor techniques and methods.

No matter how powerful lightning magic is, it's still just a technique.

Once the balance of cultivation tilts completely towards magic, one's character, virtue, and foundation are put aside, ultimately leading to imbalance.

Shi Jian is now showing signs of this.

He is indeed strong, but his mentality has definitely run into problems.

He failed to properly educate his son and turned a blind eye to Shi Shaojian's use of magic to harm people.

Even if Shi Shaojian's crimes were exposed later, Shi Jian would preemptively kill his son to silence him, which would prove that this person had completely fallen into demonic possession.

Upon hearing this, Shi Jian's expression darkened.

"I don't think so. Without the art of protection, even if one lives a long life, one cannot protect oneself."

"Cultivating the Tao, cultivating the Tao—is it merely about cultivating the heart?"

"When demons come, can we repel them by reasoning with them?"

What he said wasn't without merit.

In this world teeming with demons and monsters, and where chaos reigns, one cannot truly protect oneself without strong magic.

Huang Bai nodded.

"That makes sense, which is why I also practice thunder magic and fire magic."

"But if one lacks the necessary character yet possesses powerful magic, it's like a child wielding a sharp blade—it will harm both others and oneself."

Shi Jian paused in his steps.

He turned to look at Huang Bai, and to him, these words were no longer a discussion of the Dao, but a direct critique of himself.

"Hmph, let's spar sometime."

After saying this, Shi Jian left with a displeased expression.

The other Maoshan Taoist priests looked at each other in bewilderment.

They could also tell that the atmosphere between the two was tense, but no one dared to say anything.

Everyone bowed to Huang Bai and then followed their senior brother away.

Uncle Jiu came to Huang Bai's side, looked at Shi Jian's back, and gave a bitter smile.

"Our eldest brother's temper has become increasingly volatile over the years, and no one in the sect can control him. You are the first person to make him suffer."

Huang Bai smiled.

"Yeah?"

He shook his head, said nothing more, and followed Uncle Jiu back to the mortuary.

……

A side courtyard of the mortuary.

Shi Jian sat alone in the room, his face gloomy.

The tea on the table had long since gone cold, but he hadn't touched it.

"What's so great about being just a mere president?"

"It's nothing more than currying favor with the government."

Despite saying that, Shi Jian actually knew in his heart that Huang Bai's influence wasn't solely dependent on the government.

That Five Elements Thunder Technique was indeed quite powerful.

Huang Bai was no less skilled or powerful than him.

This is what makes Shi Jian most uncomfortable.

He cultivated for many years, diligently practicing thunder magic, and eventually became the head of the Maoshan sect.

Within the sect, he was the eldest disciple.

Outside, he was also a well-known and highly skilled master of thunder magic.

Now suddenly a man named Huang Bai has appeared. He looks younger than him, but his status is higher, and his Taoist skills are not weak either.

The more Shi Jian thought about it, the more resentful he became.

"Find some time to have a match with him, and let the world see who is the real number one Taoist priest in the world."

The more he thought about it, the more feasible the method seemed.

If we can defeat Huang Bai in public, we can not only suppress the Grand Master's limelight, but also let the officials see who is truly qualified to lead the Taoist sects of the world.

The night sky was clear, with stars arrayed in formation.

A gentle breeze swept through the summer night, bringing a touch of coolness.

call!

Just then, a cold wind blew through the courtyard.

A hint of gloom lingered in the wind.

Shi Jian's brow twitched slightly, and he turned to look at the room next door.

The yin energy was emanating from Shi Shaojian's room.

As expected, my son's spirit left his body again to go out and play.

Shi Jian was naturally aware of this.

She even knows what her son does on a daily basis.

He wasn't completely oblivious.

However, most of the time, he chose to turn a blind eye.

"It's just kids playing around. They'll understand when they grow up and become more sensible."

Shi Jian thought to himself.

Moreover, given Shao Jian's current level of cultivation, even if his soul leaves his body, he won't harm many people.

It's nothing more than playing pranks and scaring people.

Young people are restless, playful, and lustful; we can teach them slowly in the future.

Shi Jian shook his head, turned around and went back to the bedside to sit down and rest.

Clearly, he was already used to his son doing this kind of thing.

It is precisely because we have become so accustomed to it that it is all the more terrifying.

……

late at night.

All was silent.

Every household had its doors tightly shut, and the people were already fast asleep.

In the streets and alleys, only a few barks occasionally rang out, quickly disappearing into the night.

Whoosh!

A streak of blue light swept across the eaves and landed in a luxurious mansion.

The blue light passed through the wall and silently arrived in the backyard.

This is where the women of the household lived.

The windows were tightly closed, the curtains were drawn low, and the flowers and trees in the courtyard swayed gently in the night breeze.

The blue light eventually fell into a boudoir.

A faint fragrance filled the room.

A woman was fast asleep on the bed.

The blue light landed and slowly transformed into a young man dressed in white with a sinister look on his face.

It was Shi Shaojian's soul.

Shi Shaojian stood in the room, looking at the sleeping woman, a greedy glint in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"Hehe, I'm in luck tonight."