Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Wow!

The shadow twitched.

Immediately afterwards, a group of men in black slowly emerged from the shadows.

Their faces were covered, revealing only a pair of eyes that emitted a faint, eerie light.

Upon closer inspection, they were not physical humans, but warriors formed from shadowy figures.

They held short knives and moved in unison, like ghostly soldiers crawling out of some dark world.

Jackie Chan's expression changed, and he immediately shielded Jade behind him.

Wow!

The shadow warriors moved in unison.

The next moment, they pounced on the crowd.

At the same time, darts flew out from their sleeves.

The dart sliced ​​through the air, making a soft whooshing sound, and headed straight for Jackie Chan, Jade, Uncle, and Huang Bai.

"Get out of the way!"

When Jackie Chan saw Huang Bai standing motionless, he thought he was scared out of his wits and quickly reminded him.

He was about to pounce and knock Huang Bai aside.

Just then, Huang Bai made a move.

He looked at the shadowy warriors, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"This so-called shadowy legion is actually a ghost army."

As the voice faded, Huang Bai stretched out his finger and gently drew a line in the air.

As the finger moved, a golden rune appeared in the air.

The runes resemble birds spreading their wings and soaring, or clouds swirling and rising, ancient and mysterious.

It was indeed celestial script and cloud-like characters.

Whoosh!

The moment the cloud-shaped script took shape, it suddenly transformed into more than ten golden rays.

A golden light shot out from the sky, like a bird in flight, and instantly met the shadowy warriors.

Bang bang bang!

A flash of golden light appeared.

The shadowy warrior at the forefront was instantly shattered, his body exploding like smoke and dissipating into wisps of black energy.

In just a few breaths, the once murderous shadowy army was wiped out one by one by the golden light.

The darts lost their support and clattered to the ground.

The antique shop fell silent again.

Xiaoyu stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Jackie Chan remained frozen in place, poised to make a save.

"Alright, we're safe now." Huang Bai looked at everyone. "You don't need to look at me like that."

"Next, I will explain the reasons to you."

Xiaoyu was the first to react.

"Wow, that move you just made was even cooler than Uncle Jackie's!"

Huang Bai ignored him and instead explained the reason: "In ancient times, there were eight great demons who controlled the land."

"They each possess one of the eight powers: fire, sky, moon, thunder, earth, mountain, wind, and water."

"Later, the eight great sorcerers banished the demon to hell and left behind the Pangu Box, which opened the sealed gate."

"This talisman is formed from the divine power of the Fire Demon Lord."

"That's why it possesses incredible abilities."

"There are eleven more talismans of this type. Once all twelve talismans are collected, the Holy Lord will regain his complete divine power."

"At that time, the world will once again be ruled by demons."

The atmosphere inside the antique shop suddenly became heavy.

The old man's expression was serious. He was proficient in air magic and naturally knew that this world hid many dark secrets that ordinary people could not understand.

But the eight demons Huang Bai spoke of were clearly more ancient and dangerous than many of the evil forces he had encountered in the past.

Huang Bai waited for everyone to digest the information.

The world of Jackie Chan Adventures is actually quite vast.

The human world, hell, the shadow world, and various ruins and sealed layers.

The righteous faction has the Eight Immortals, while the evil faction has the Eight Great Demons.

Yin and Yang are in balance and mutually restrain each other.

Any force that becomes too powerful will attract a backlash.

Therefore, killing the Holy Lord was not an easy task.

Of course, Huang Bai was only responsible for fulfilling the Heavenly Dao's Demon-Slaying Order.

As for other consequences, that's up to fate.

How can we trust you?

Xiaoyu looked up and asked earnestly.

Despite her young age, she was incredibly brave. Facing Huang Bai, who had just shattered the Shadow Legion with a single finger, she showed little fear, but rather her eyes were full of curiosity.

Huang Bai glanced down at her and chuckled, "At least I gain nothing by lying to you, right? If I really wanted to harm you, I could simply take action."

"Anyway, you can't beat me."

That's an infuriating statement.

Everyone had to admit that this was indeed the case.

If he really wanted to steal the talisman, there would be no need for him to explain so much.

After a moment of silence, the old man finally spoke.

"So, sir, you want us to help you retrieve the talisman and save the world?"

He had come to believe in Huang Bai's motives.

At least the old man didn't smell any dark energy on Huang Bai, which means that Huang Bai is definitely not a member of the dark energy camp.

"Yes." Huang Bai nodded. "And you can only help me. The forces that resurrected the Holy Lord have already set their sights on you."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Jackie Chan immediately said, "Go and wipe them out... Ouch!"

Before he could finish speaking, his father jumped up and tapped him on the head.

"There's one more thing!" Dad held up one finger. "From now on, when adults are talking, children shouldn't interrupt."

After saying that, he tapped Jackie Chan on the head again.

"Ouch!"

Xiaoyu immediately hid behind Huang Bai, laughing very happily.

"Let's rest for the night first."

Huang Bai glanced at the darkening sky outside the window.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Jackie Chan took Jade back to rest.

Before leaving, Xiaoyu glanced back at the chicken talisman in Huang Bai's hand, clearly still thinking about it.

After the two went upstairs, only Huang Bai and his father remained in the antique shop.

In the dim candlelight, the old man poured Huang Bai a cup of tea.

Steam rose in wisps.

The two sat down at a table laden with ancient books and herbs and began to discuss magic.

"Mr. Huang."

The old man pushed up his glasses, his tone filled with keen interest.

"What's the name of the spell you've learned?"

Huang Bai picked up his teacup and said, "This isn't qi magic, but it's still related to qi."

"I call it the Way."

There seem to be no true Taoists in this world.

The spells and potions that my father knows are more similar to the ways of ancient shamans.

Shamans use animal bones and herbs to make magical water, and then borrow power from heaven and earth and righteous energy by chanting incantations.

Although the techniques may seem crude, each has its own strengths.

Some potions and spells can even suppress demons and dark energy in this world.

Huang Bai pondered for a moment, then said to his father:

"Old sir, how about this, I'll give you the method for refining pills."

"How about you teach me air magic and how to make potions?"

After saying that, Huang Bai took out a pill from his pocket.

As soon as the elixir appeared, a pleasant fragrance filled the room.

The old man's eyes lit up.

He immediately moved closer and picked up a magnifying glass to examine it carefully.

"Wow! Dad has never seen this kind of energy structure before."

This creation, containing pure energy, clearly piqued the old man's interest.

Although he has an eccentric temperament, he is essentially a scholar and always finds it difficult to refuse unknown spells and potions.

The old man nodded quickly.

It's a deal.

The two quickly reached a deal.

Huang Bai held a scroll of parchment and began to read it carefully.

The parchment contains basic incantations for air magic, as well as methods for preparing several commonly used potions.

To cultivate Qi magic, one needs to sense the existence of "Qi".

Then, through incantations and actions, one can mobilize energy to release magic.

"Borrowing the law." Huang Bai quickly made a judgment in his mind, "It really is a borrowing the law system."

This world is composed of white mist and black mist.

The way to distinguish between good and evil is to see what kind of energy they are using.

"These spells would probably be nothing more than a piece of waste paper in other worlds."

Huang Bai continued flipping through the pages.

"I wonder if the twelve zodiac animal talismans are similar?"

The power of the talisman originates from the Holy Lord.

Perhaps only by defeating the Holy Lord at his peak and completely refining him into the Twelve Talismans can the power of the talismans be brought out of this world.

Huang Bai quickly flipped through it.

This kind of qi magic itself doesn't offer much that's worth his long-term practice.

However, the sealing techniques within are quite good; they can be used to seal away demons of this world.

Whoohoo!

Looking to the side, I saw my father already fast asleep, clutching a scroll of bamboo slips, slumped over the table.

He was clearly so engrossed in studying the elixir that he couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep immediately.

early morning.

The sky is bright.

A soft morning light shone through the windows of the antique shop.

"Dad!"

"Mr. Huang!"

"When will we go and destroy evil?"

Early in the morning, Xiaoyu ran downstairs.

She was full of energy, her eyes shining, clearly eager to embark on the adventure.

Behind him followed a sleepy-eyed Jackie Chan.

"Xiaoyu".

Jackie Chan yawned and reached out to vigorously rub his niece's head.

"Don't get involved, this isn't a game."

Xiaoyu immediately protested.

"I can help!"

Just as Jackie Chan was about to object, Huang Bai spoke up, "Take her with you. Xiaoyu is very talented; it would be good for her to learn from you."

Huang Bai really thinks highly of Xiao Yu.

Xiaoyu is a natural-born fighting genius. She is bold, quick-witted, and adaptable. Her use of the twelve talismans makes her a veritable human saint.

Given time, it will surely shine brightly.

Seeing Huang Bai say this, Jackie Chan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not object.

He looked down at Xiaoyu and earnestly instructed her:

"Okay, but you're not allowed to cause trouble."

Xiaoyu immediately puffed out her chest and said, "I promise I won't cause any trouble!"

Seeing her like this, Jackie Chan became even more worried.

"Next..."

Huang Bai looked out the window.

The streets are gradually becoming lively.

"Let's just go find the Holy Lord."

"What?"

The old man immediately bristled, saying, "Didn't you say that the Holy Lord was one of the eight ancient demons?"

"Isn't it a bit hasty for just a few of us to come directly to their door?"

Jackie Chan was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that the next step would be to look for clues and slowly track down the whereabouts of the talisman.

Who knew that Huang Bai would immediately target the final villain?

"The Holy Lord hasn't broken free of the seal, so what can't be found?"

The Holy Lord has the Black Hand Gang and the Shadow Legion under his command.

Conquering them will make obtaining the remaining twelve talismans easier and will also allow for a faster completion of the mission.

Rather than passively waiting for the Black Hand Gang to steal the talismans time and time again, Huang Bai prefers to find the source directly.

Soon, Jackie Chan found a car.

The group left Chinatown and headed to the headquarters of the Mafia, the largest gang in San Francisco.

The headquarters of the Mafia.

Inside the spacious hall.

A terrifying roar was echoing.

"Vallon! You can't even do this simple thing right! Without the talisman, you can forget about gaining power and wealth!"

A huge statue hangs on the wall of the hall.

The statue is grayish-green all over and is shaped like a coiled dragon. Its shape is strikingly similar to the Chinese dragon, yet it also has obvious demonic features.

With its ferocious head, jagged claws, and coiled body, it resembled a combination of a demon and a Chinese dragon.

The dragon statue had blood-red eyes and exuded overwhelming demonic energy.

Simply hanging on the wall made the entire hall feel cold and oppressive.

In front of the statue stood a man wearing a green suit with an exaggerated hairstyle.

This man was none other than Valon, the leader of the Black Hand Gang.

Faced with the Lord's wrath, Valon remained calm and unperturbed.

He straightened his cuffs and said calmly:

"Don't worry, I will definitely get the talisman, and I hope you won't forget our promise."

The Holy Lord's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice grew increasingly deep and violent.

"Kill those villains who stole the talismans! Anyone who dares to covet my divine power shall die!"

The Holy Lord was filled with resentment towards the mysterious man.

The grand plans I've been meticulously crafting are always thwarted by these nobody characters who appear out of nowhere.

It seemed as if fate was deliberately playing tricks on me.

"what!"

Just then, cries of pain suddenly came from outside.

This was accompanied by the sounds of fighting.

boom!

Boom!

Several henchmen of the Black Hand Gang were sent flying backwards and crashed into the hall, lying on the ground groaning.

Valon suddenly turned around, his expression finally changing.

"Who?"

The visitors were none other than Huang Bai, Jackie Chan, and others.

Jackie Chan flexed his wrists, a hint of helplessness on his face.

Clearly, his journey to this point was not easy for him.

Xiaoyu stood to the side, excitedly looking around.

Huang and Bai walked at the very front.

The first thing he saw was the statue of the Holy Lord on the wall.

His pure golden pupils held a scrutinizing gaze, as if he were examining a magical artifact.

That look instantly enraged the Holy Lord.

"Mortal! How dare you trespass into my palace?"

Wow!

As soon as the words were spoken, the shadows around the hall began to writhe.

Countless shadowy legions emerged from the shadows.

At the same time, Valon and his men pulled out their guns.

Gun barrels were all pointed at Huang Bai and the others.

"Fire!"

Boom boom boom!

Countless bullets rained down.

The hem of the colorful fairy robe suddenly stretched out, transforming into an impenetrable colorful wall.

The bullets struck it, producing a dense, metallic clanging sound.

Sparks flew everywhere; the bullets couldn't penetrate the fairy's defenses at all.

Ding ding ding!

The warheads fell to the ground.

Roar!

The next moment, a fire dragon roared out from the yellow and white sleeves.

Fire dragons swirled around, and crimson flames swept through the hall.

The newly appeared shadowy army vanished into black smoke amidst the flames.

The Holy Lord looked surprised.

But he quickly forced himself to regain his composure.

"Come and join me."

The Holy Lord's voice was deep and had a seductive power.

"I will give you even greater power."

Huang Bai's expression remained unchanged as he said:

"Your physical body has turned into a stone statue, and your supernatural powers have been divided into zodiac talismans. If you were the evil dragon of yesteryear, I might have to put in some effort."

"Unfortunately, you are just an ordinary demon now."

Huang Bai immediately saw through the Holy Lord's true nature.

The Holy Lord's eyes burned with even greater fury.

Huang Bai continued:

"You should pledge your allegiance to me, and I will grant you the power of your prime."

The hall fell silent immediately upon hearing this.

Everyone looked on incredulously.

Even the Holy Lord's blood-red dragon eyes showed a brief moment of surprise at this moment.

He originally intended to persuade Huang Bai to join him, but unexpectedly, Huang Bai turned around and asked him to join him instead.

Furthermore, he said he would be granted the power of his prime.

The Holy Lord remained silent for a moment, then his voice suddenly turned extremely somber.

"Mortal, do you know who you are talking to?"

Huang Bai looked up at him and smiled:

"I know, a demon sealed inside a stone statue, who relies on gangsters and ghost soldiers to do his bidding."

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