Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Inside the mortuary, in front of the ancestral altar.

Incense smoke curled upwards, and candlelight cast a dim glow.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

Huang Bai and Uncle Jiu stood beside the ancestral hall.

A brazier sat before Uncle Nine, its flames flickering. He was burning paper money into it one sheet after another.

The paper money was engulfed by the flames and quickly turned into black ash.

Uncle Nine sighed as he burned the food.

"The consequences of this unleashing of the demons will be enormous."

"Senior Brother has killed so many evil spirits again; all of this needs to be taken care of with ghost money."

"Oh dear, we've suffered a huge loss this time."

He complained, but his hands kept moving.

One bundle after another of ghost money was thrown into the brazier.

The firelight reflected on Uncle Nine's face, making him look even more exhausted.

Huang Bai glanced at the ghost money in the brazier, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, did you design all this ghost money? Do you have the authority to issue ghost money?"

It seems that Uncle Nine has a good relationship with the underworld.

Uncle Nine gave a wry smile.

"Yes, I drew them all."

"I'm registered with the Heaven and Earth Bank, which can issue ghost money for the living. However, you can't just draw ghost money whenever you want."

Huang Bai asked:

"What restrictions are there?"

Uncle Nine threw a handful of ghost money into the brazier, and the flames immediately intensified.

"Sending ghost money requires good karma; if you do it indiscriminately, you will incur karmic debts."

As he said this, he couldn't help but glare at Wencai and Qiusheng.

"Through this incident, I have not only lost my good karma, but also incurred a karmic debt."

"This debt can be repaid by accumulating good deeds in the future."

"Either you work at the Heaven and Earth Bank after you die, and it won't be over until you pay it all off."

Wencai and Qiusheng turned pale upon hearing this.

They only knew that their master would deal with ghost messengers, but they never imagined there would be so many costs involved.

After burning another batch of paper money, Uncle Jiu seemed to remember something and turned to look at Huang Bai.

"By the way, fellow Daoist, what were the punishments for Wencai and Qiusheng?"

He kept this matter in his heart.

Logically speaking, Huang Bai had no authority to deal with the Maoshan disciples.

If a disciple of Maoshan makes a mistake, he or she should be punished by the elders of Maoshan.

Yellow and white are different.

He now holds the official title of President of the All-China Taoist Association, which in ancient times would be equivalent to the emperor's appointed national preceptor.

Moreover, Huang Bai had just repelled the underworld officials and relieved the mortuary from its predicament.

Since he was the one to punish him, Uncle Nine couldn't say anything.

Huang Bai looked at the two kneeling on the ground, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"The culprit behind the unleashing of the ghosts is Wencai, who should be turned into a stone statue and exposed to wind and rain for thirty years as a form of punishment."

Wen Cai looked up abruptly, completely dumbfounded.

"Stone...stone statue?"

Huang Bai remained calm.

He planned to use the Pangu Corpse Moss and the Alchemy to partially petrify Wencai.

It was transformed into a stone statue that still retained consciousness.

It survived thirty years of wind and rain, without harming its life or destroying its soul.

Over these thirty years, Wencai has been able to hear the voices of the outside world and also perceive the passage of time.

If he can truly endure this, his character will inevitably change drastically, and it will be a true test of his resilience.

"Thirty years?"

"No!"

Wencai was so frightened that he crawled to Uncle Jiu's feet, hugged Uncle Jiu's leg, and wailed loudly.

"Master, save me!"

"I don't want to turn into stone!"

"I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"

Uncle Nine looked down at Wen Cai, a look of struggle flashing across his face.

After all, he was the apprentice he had raised.

Even if they were usually incompetent, they still had a long-standing teacher-student relationship.

Thinking about the trouble he had caused this time, and considering that if Wencai's temperament wasn't severely tempered, he would inevitably cause even bigger trouble in the future, Uncle Jiu finally sighed.

He did not plead for leniency.

Perhaps, for Wencai, this is the best punishment.

"As for Qiu Sheng..."

Huang Bai turned his gaze to Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng immediately straightened his back, his face looking even worse than if he had been crying.

Strictly speaking, Wen Cai was the main cause of the ghosts' release.

Qiu Sheng did indeed add fuel to the fire, but their culpability is not entirely the same.

Huang Bai said:

"Imprisoned in the mortuary, facing the wall for ten years, and not allowed to leave the mortuary even for a moment during these ten years."

"Every day I copy scriptures, draw talismans, make offerings to the ancestral masters, and assist Uncle Jiu in handling religious ceremonies."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Sheng's face immediately fell.

He couldn't leave his house for ten years.

What's the difference between this and going to jail?

He turned to look at Wencai, and then realized that he wasn't so bad off after all.

At least I can still eat and sleep, instead of turning into stone and being exposed to the wind and rain outside.

People really do learn by comparison.

Qiu Sheng gritted his teeth, and finally lowered his head and said:

"I accept the punishment."

Wencai cried even louder.

"Why does he only get to meditate for ten years, while I have to turn into stone for thirty years?!"

Uncle Nine said angrily:

"How dare you say that? If you hadn't been so playful, would you have caused such a huge mess?"

Wen Cai immediately dared not utter another word.

Just then, Huang Bai suddenly felt something.

He looked up at the void, a faint purple aura swirling in his eyes.

At this very moment, Shi Shaojian's soul leaves his body and goes out to harm people.

Huang Bai's heart stirred.

The next instant, he passed through the wall and disappeared into the mortuary.

Upon seeing this, Uncle Nine's expression changed.

"Fellow Daoist Huang?"

Huang Bai has disappeared without a trace.

……

the other side.

Inside a luxurious mansion.

The night was deep and quiet.

Shi Shaojian's soul has already sneaked into the boudoir in the backyard.

The room was filled with a subtle fragrance.

On the bed, a young girl was fast asleep.

Shi Shaojian gradually approached the bedside, his eyes filled with greed.

He reached out his hands, about to touch the girl's clothes.

Whizzing!

Suddenly, a sound of air being torn apart came from the void.

Silver lines pierced through the gaps in the roof.

The silver thread is as thin as a hair, yet incredibly strong.

Before Shi Shaojian could react, his hands and feet were bound by silver threads.

"What is it?"

His face changed drastically, and he struggled desperately.

The silver thread was wrapped tighter and tighter.

In the blink of an eye, his soul was wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

Whoosh!

The silver thread was suddenly pulled.

Shi Shaojian's soul was forcibly dragged out of the boudoir, passed through the wall, and came outside.

"Who?"

Shi Shaojian was filled with shock and anger, and looked up.

Huang Bai stood in the courtyard, holding a Vajra whisk, looking at him calmly.

Shi Shaojian was both shocked and furious.

"How dare you! Do you know who I am? My father is the head of the Maoshan Sect! Release me at once!"

He struggled violently, but his soul and body were tightly bound by the Vajra whisk, making it impossible for him to break free.

Huang Bai was too lazy to waste words with him.

With a flick of his whisk, he bound Shi Shaojian's soul and returned directly to the mortuary.

……

Inside the Yizhuang Ancestral Hall.

Uncle Nine, Qiu Sheng, and Wen Cai were filled with doubt and surprise.

Suddenly, the wall rippled like water.

Huang Bai walked out from the wall.

He dragged his whisk backward, and a soul bound into a rice dumpling with silver thread appeared.

Uncle Nine took a closer look and was immediately startled.

"Shi Shaojian?"

He recognized at a glance that this was the disciple brought by the eldest brother.

Uncle Nine's expression immediately turned serious.

"Fellow Daoist, what's going on? Why did you capture Senior Brother's disciple?"

Huang Bai threw Shi Shaojian to the ground, his tone calm.

"This man used evil magic to harm women, but I caught him red-handed."

Uncle Nine's expression changed.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were also stunned.

Huang Bai briefly recounted what had happened, and then added:

"By the way, this person is not Shi Jian's apprentice, but his son."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Nine's body trembled, and his face was filled with disbelief.

According to the rules, legitimate successors of the Taoist temple, including Uncle Nine himself, are not allowed to marry and have children.

The eldest brother secretly having a child is already a taboo.

What's even more troublesome is that Shi Shaojian also uses evil magic to harm people.

This situation is unlikely to end well.

Given Huang Bai's personality, he would never let this person leave easily.

Just as Uncle Nine was about to say a few words of advice, a hearty laugh suddenly came from outside the door.

"Haha, junior brother, where is Fellow Daoist Huang?"

As the voice faded, an old man dressed in a Taoist robe with yin-yang symbolism stepped into the mortuary.

It was Shi Jian.

He acted as if he knew nothing, even with a smile on his face.

When his gaze fell upon Shi Shaojian's soul, which was bound by the whisk, a hint of coldness still flashed deep in his eyes.

"Master, save me!"

Upon seeing Shi Jian, Shi Shaojian cried out as if he had found a lifeline, desperately pleading, "Master, save me!"

Uncle Nine hurriedly stepped forward.

"Senior brother, about this matter..."

"Why."

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Jian raised his hand to interrupt him. He looked righteous and said in a deep voice, "I already know that my wicked disciple has done evil deeds. I was just about to thank Fellow Daoist Huang for cleaning up my sect."

At this point, Shi Jian changed the subject.

"However... this wicked disciple is, after all, a member of the Maoshan sect."

"According to the rules, it should be left to me, the sect leader, to discipline them."

Shi Jian said it was a discussion, but his tone left no room for negotiation.

Qiu Sheng couldn't help but speak up from the side:

"My master is also from Maoshan, why not hand it over to my master to handle?"

"Who knows if this guy will let a tiger return to the mountains after he goes back?"

"Qiusheng!"

Uncle Nine glared at his apprentice and said, "How dare you interrupt your elders?"

Qiu Sheng immediately shut up.

Uncle Jiu had to admit that Qiu Sheng's words made sense.

My apprentice is usually unreliable, but he's not without his merits.

At least he's outspoken and knows how to speak up for his master.

Shi Jian's expression darkened slightly.

Huang Bai glanced at him and said:

"How about this? We've already fought once. If you win, Shi Shaojian's soul will be returned to you."

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

Upon hearing about the contest, he immediately became interested.

What if I lose?

Huang Baidao:

"If you lose, hand over to me the Lightning Thunder Fist, the Wooden Stake Technique, and the Demon-Summoning Technique."

What do you think?

In the world of "Zombie Supreme", what Huang Bai values ​​most is Shi Jian's secret techniques.

Especially the Lightning Thunder Fist, the Wooden Stake Technique, and the secrets of Maoshan's ascension to immortality in broad daylight.

After listening, Shi Jian shook his head and said, "Not enough, far from enough."

His eyebrows were raised high, and his eyes gleamed.

"What's the point of fighting in private? If you're going to fight, fight openly and honestly."

"Gathering like-minded people from all over the world."

"Report to the authorities."

"I will appeal to the Yellow Springs."

"It would be interesting if heaven, earth, humans, ghosts, and gods all watched the battle together."

Shi Jian continued to look at Huang Bai.

"If I lose, I can hand over all my Taoist skills, and even the position of leader of the Maoshan Sect, to you. And if you lose?"

Huang Bai naturally understood Shi Jian's thoughts.

This is not only a contest of skills, but also a battle for fame.

They vie for the title of the number one Taoist in the world.

Huang Baidao:

"If I lose, I will relinquish the positions of President of the All-China Taoist Association and President of the China Blessing Association to you."

Shi Jian finally smiled.

It's a deal.

"Heaven can bear witness, and the underworld can attest to it."

"Next month on the fifteenth, in Yuezhou City, let's settle this once and for all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Jian waved his sleeve, turned around, and strode away.

This was exactly what he wanted.

It would bring him fame and save his son.

Why not?

Before leaving, Shi Jian's voice drifted from the distant night.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, I will temporarily entrust my disciple to your care."

After saying that, Shi Jian's figure disappeared into the night.

Uncle Nine hurriedly stepped forward, looking worried:

"Fellow Daoist, are you confident? Senior Brother's Daoist arts are divine, especially his thunder magic, which may be difficult to deal with."

Shi Jian was in the wrong first, so Uncle Jiu supported Huang Bai.

The eldest brother's son is clearly wicked and deserves to be taught a lesson.

Otherwise, it will surely bring disaster to the people in the future.

Despite his support, Uncle Nine was well aware of just how powerful Shih Kin was.

If Huang and Bai lose, things will get complicated.

Huang Bai looked in the direction Shi Jian had left, his expression calm.

"It's alright, it's a good opportunity to witness the Maoshan Thunder Magic."

……

Shi Jian's residence.

The altar stood, the oil lamp casting a dim yellow light.

The ancestral tablet is enshrined above.

Shi Jian stood before the altar, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

A moment later, he took out a talisman, touched it with his fingertip, and the talisman spontaneously combusted without fire.

puff!

The talisman flames lit up.

Wisps of smoke rose straight into the sky.

The flickering candlelight reflected on Shi Jian's face, making his expression appear even more stern.

"Honored Master."

"August 15th".

"Disciple Shi Jian, engaged in a magical duel with Daoist Huang Tian, ​​Huang Bai, in Yuezhou City."

"Please, Master, bear witness."

After saying that, he took out another Yin Talisman and lit it.

"A respectful notice to the underworld officials: On the fifteenth of the eighth month, a magical contest will take place in Guangdong. We request the underworld officials to attend the ceremony."

The third talisman ignited.

"We sincerely invite mountain spirits and monsters from all directions, fellow Taoist practitioners, and eminent masters of the Dharma lineage."

"On the fifteenth of August, let us all witness this battle."

Wisps of smoke rose up.

Some soar straight into the sky, some sink into the ground, and some scatter into the night.

Shi Jian kept his word.

As he said, this battle must be fought fairly and squarely against Heaven, Earth, Man, Ghosts and Gods.

He wanted to use this to make a name for himself.

Let the world see who is truly the number one figure in Taoism.

Who is qualified to lead all the Taoists in the world?

……

Jinling City.

Hongwu hurriedly arrived at Hongwen's office.

Inside the office, Hong Wen was smoking a cigarette, his brow furrowed, looking down at telegrams from various places.

Hongwu pushed open the door and entered, his expression unusually urgent.

"Mr. Hong, the Taoist priest has sent word."

Hong Wen looked up and said, "Master Huang?"

Hongwu nodded and handed over the telegram.

"August 15th".

"He is going to have a magical duel with Shi Jian, the leader of the Maoshan sect, in Yuezhou City."

"I'm betting my position as the president of the World Taoist Association and the president of the China Blessing Association."

Hong Wen raised an eyebrow.

"Is that so?"

He took the telegram and read it carefully.

A moment later, Hong Wen exhaled a puff of smoke, a hint of interest appearing in his eyes.

"Perfect timing, I'd also like to see what a battle between mages looks like."

He put down the telegram and gave the direct order:

"Hongwu, arrange for personnel to clear the area, maintain order, and prevent unauthorized personnel from approaching."

"Furthermore, notify the Yuezhou authorities to place the entire area around the arena under martial law."

"The duel between these two masters must not be allowed to be witnessed by ordinary people."

Hongwu nodded immediately.

"clear."

The news quickly spread far and wide.

Taoist sects, religious lineages, folk sorcerers, temple priests, underworld officials, and even foreign countries have all heard of this matter.

Huang Bai, the president of the All-China Taoist Association, and Shi Jian, the head of the Maoshan Sect.

Two highly skilled individuals, capable of traversing the realms of Yin and Yang and possessing magical powers that transcend the three realms, will publicly engage in a magical duel on the fifteenth of August.

The three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man were abuzz with discussion.

Such a once-in-a-lifetime event is something no one wants to miss.

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