Eighty-five, Taoist priest came on a bear (Part 1)

Eighty-five, Taoist priest came on a bear (Part 1)

I didn't smell the pungent bloody smell that I expected, nor did I see the messy corpses everywhere.

In the huge mountain villa, everything is silent. Under the yin-hued eaves, a few lonely lanterns sway slightly, casting a dim halo. Only the bitter autumn wind blowing through can occasionally break the tranquility of the late night.

Fu Quanzi led a group of disciples and followers, holding the talisman tightly in his hand, slowly walked past and walked through the corridor... But along the way, except for no one, there was no slight or abnormality, as if everyone had just fallen asleep.

However, this superficial calm deepened their fear. Of course, it is not necessary to say much about the trembling disciples and followers, even Fu Quanzi, who was holding on to open the way forward, was sweating down coldly - the completely unknown fear is always the most shocking thing.

Finally, when they walked to the only brightly lit entrance of the uā hall, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

——I saw that all the children of the yùshan Sect who went to the army this time, except for the servants and servants, gathered here around a large round table. Everyone was stuttering with excitement, and there was a smile on the corner of their mouths, as if they were thinking about something to be happy about. Seeing that the palm came back, they just stood up and bowed to their hands, and then sat down on their own.

What are you guys who have nothing to do with your fill of food tonight?

Seeing this seemingly normal scene, Fu Quanzizhang couldn't help but be angry for a moment. He immediately put away the talisman, took off his hat and hung it on the clothes hanger, and scolded casually, "...You guys don't sleep in the middle of the night, why are you gathering here? I was shocked..."

“…Haha, senior brother, don’t be fine.”

As soon as Fu Quanzi's scolding fell, a familiar figure in a blue shirt turned from behind a large red sandalwood screen that was erected.

In general, this person's appearance is quite alternative - he is eight feet tall, his waist is eight feet long, his body is covered with copper-skinned iron bones, his voice is like a bell, his eyes are like a copper bell, his face is like a pot bottom, and his beard is like a piece of iron. Rather than saying that he is a Taoist priest who cultivates immortals and refines alchemy, this person is more like a gladiator or boxer who fights bravely all day in the arena. Although he is wearing a smooth and shiny green silk Taoist robe, holding a simple and elegant green whisk in his hand, and wearing a yellow-like smooth Taoist crown, he cannot show a trace of immortal style, but his body is filled with a vicious aura...

And the two lines of red letters embroidered on his clothes were even more terrifying: "The right way to disrupt the world and corrupt all the wonders

——I saw this noble-level sturdy man turn out from behind the screen, salute to Fu Quanzizhang lazily, and laugh at him, "...I didn't expect that after a few years, my senior brother's anger is still so strong, which is not conducive to self-cultivation."

Hearing this teasing greeting, Fu Quanzi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he sneered, "...Haha, I said who is here? It turns out that he is Junior Brother Thieves. Speaking of which, you are not riding a bear in Shanghai to do your great cause, and you will practice your "Yangyang Way" on the couch with various beautiful boys, but why are you here to do it? Could you still be a killer of the assassin?"

At this point, even the slow guy knew that Tuoquanzi had a bad intention this time.

What's worse is that from the scene in front of you, the elders who stayed here seemed to have been fooled by him...

So, everyone who followed Fu Quanzi quickly withdrew from the uā Hall and formed a formation in the outer space to protect themselves. Fu Quanzi's two hands grabbed seven or eight talismans in one breath, looking as if they were waiting for the formation.

Although the incident was very hasty and the fellow left behind seemed to have turned against each other, Fu Quanzi's palm was not particularly worried - because the lower spiritual veins were broken and the spiritual energy dissipated, except for Taiwan Island, there was no place for monks to use spells at will.

In places without spiritual veins and spiritual energy, if monks still want to perform Taoist magic, the only possible way is to use talismans - that is, in places with spiritual veins, inject magic power into the talismans in advance, and then take it outside to cast.

Coincidentally, in order to prevent the loss and to facilitate the management of most of the talismans around the Shan Sect, they are kept in his pocket in his palm. So if they fight seriously later, even if Fu Quanzi is alone, he will be confident that he can defeat all the rebels of the entire sect.

Divide-Separation-Line

Strangely, even though he saw that his palm had already put on such a fierce battle, neither the "suspected traitor" sitting in the house or the mastermind who caused the sudden change tonight, he seemed to have no intention of taking action.

"...Oh, I said, Senior Brother, you are a little too angry. Even if we have different positions now, the sympathy for so many years is still unfair. Why did you just call for a fight and kill without asking about the incident?"

Tuoquanzi raised his hand and pressed his head, sighed helplessly, then waved his hand casually, and took out a rather huge brass teapot from the air, as well as a few jingtang tea cups. The teapot's mouth was still steaming, "...This is the new chrysanthemum uā tea this year. You can drink a cup of Qingqinghuo first. When everyone is calm, we brothers will sit down and talk about the past. How about it?"

After saying that, the teapot floated on its own in the void, and came to the top of the teapot, poured a cup of fragrant chrysanthemum tea. Then the teapot also slowly drifted forward until it reached Fu Quanzi, and then it floated in the air, as if waiting for it to be used.

At a high point, this is just an ordinary fairy technique, and the "Master's Hand" or "Invisible servant" of Western magicians can also achieve similar effects. But Fu Quanzi's palm was stunned immediately, and after taking the teacup, his voice couldn't help but tremble.

"...Junior Brother Tuoquanzi, are you...Is it because you are taking things from a distance? There is no spiritual energy or spiritual veins in this place, and you don't hold a talisman in your hand. How did you use such Taoism?"

——He could see clearly that Tuoquanzi made the above actions with his empty hands, and it was definitely an authentic Taoist technique.

If it were still in the Yù Mountain resident with strong spiritual energy, it would be commonplace for a foundation-building monk to do such things, which is not surprising. But now it is in the suburbs of Hangzhou, thousands of miles away from his hometown... How did he do this?

Since he can use some means to perform Taoism without relying on spiritual veins, why can't I do it?

Faced with such an unexpected scene, Fu Quanzizhang's mind changed for a moment, and he was really moving and frightened.

The reason why I am moving is that after the path of cultivation has withered for many years, I seem to see a glimmer of hope for a resurgence.

The reason why he was afraid was because he found that at this moment he was not the opponent of Thievesuzi at all. The talismans in his hand were made of ordinary yellow paper and could not carry any powerful attack spells. However, the opponent could use various immortal techniques smoothly and freely, and the gap was completely different. Even if he was not killed in one move, he could only go through more than a dozen rounds at most.

"...This is why I came here this time - General Ferry Taylor, the commander of the Western Nerrell, please say hello to you."

When asked by the senior brother in charge, Tuoquanzi smiled and refused to answer. He turned around and walked to the table, pulled out an empty chair, and made a "please" gesture to deal with Quanzizhang, "... Please sit down first, have a cup of tea, and calm down, and then slowly say... As long as you and the junior brothers in yùshan are willing to abandon the darkness and turn against each other, and help him solve all the treatment issues of Fujian Navy divisions stationed in Hangzhou, and it is easy to discuss..."

Fu Quanzi hesitated for a moment, then looked at the calm faces of the junior brothers and people in the room, finally put away the talismans in his hands, walked into the uā hall and sat down. The originally tense atmosphere here also relieved a lot of time.

Of course, although he was willing to give in temporarily, Fu Quanzizhang still refused to let go of his posture in the scene.

"...My junior brother, please tell me, what kind of cake did that Western barbarian leader give us to our yù mountain sect? Could it be that he would just promise a few empty titles of founding fathers casually, and asked us to bring our own dry food to live and die, and to pay for the bullshit '** cause', and he would not be able to make anything in the end," he said lazily.

And Tuoquanzi did not be vague and showed his trump card directly - the Nairel fleet was about to arrive, and he didn't have much time to sharpen his mouth.

"...Haha, what if the price offered by the other party is willing to lend us a pure spiritual vein with good spiritual energy?"

Divide-Separation-Line

A pure spiritual vein?

When he heard this price, Fu Quanzizhang and his disciples and followers immediately changed in shock.

Since the outbreak of the Longkong Mountain Battle and the collapse of all the spiritual veins in China, the last monks in Taiwan who are still surviving in their lives, the most desire for is to obtain a better spiritual vein to assist themselves in their own practice.

But the problem is that the catastrophe caused by the Battle of Longkong Mountain to the spiritual veins in the world is too tragic. These complicated and fine spiritual veins on the mountain of Taiwan Island are already the only surviving objects in the entire China, and no more spiritual veins have survived.

In fact, in the past three hundred years, the remaining monks have already traveled thousands of mountains and rivers and explored almost every corner of the Central Plains. Unfortunately, nothing has been found so far... Therefore, no matter how powerful the commander of the Westerner is, where should he find a spiritual vein that does not exist at all to fulfill this ridiculous promise?

Thinking of the key points of this section, Fu Quanzizhang suddenly woke up from the shock. When he recalled the loss of composure just now, he couldn't help but snorted coldly, feeling like he was fooled.

"... Humph, lend us a spiritual vein? This is a big tone. The spiritual vein in the world has been broken. It has been three hundred years since then. There is no way to find the cultivators of my country's country. Where can these Western barbarians come from? Alas, that Western general wants to talk to the empty words, and he doesn't remember to make a draft first. Hehe, he can even say such a joke. That country of Nairel is really no one."

However, when he thought he had exposed the scam and looked around the people in the room proudly, he found that the junior brothers and juniors who were staying in the villa were not awakened by this. Instead, he looked at himself with a rather delicate look...

Well, how to say it, it is basically filled with an indescribable sense of superiority, mixed with a hint of pity and contempt... In short, it is very different from the situation that echoes the crowds that Fu Quanzizhang expected, making him feel very uncomfortable.

As for the skinny monk Tuoquanzi who came to be the lobbyist, he still smiled calmly.

"...... Senior brother's words are wrong. Many methods in this world often have the same ending. The various magic principles of Western magicians are different from the cultivation methods of my Eastern Immortals. Although they look very different from those of me, they are not completely in common..."

Speaking of this, he mowed a crystal glass box as big as a palm from his arms, and was reinforced with a mitral border. Inside it was a strange object of irregular shape, emitting dazzling white light around his body, making people almost unable to look directly.

"...Inside this box is a fragment of the Miser energy core. I bought it at a high price of five hundred taels of silver from a travel magician who came to explore the Far East three years ago.

Originally, this Miser energy core was placed in a certain Neirell floating city to drive the city to fly in the sky. Later, this floating city was destroyed by the Jingling Royal Dragoon on the battlefield and could not be repaired. The remaining Miser energy core fragment, after the crash of the floating city, had several more turnovers and continued to flow to the east, and finally fell into my hands by luck...

It is precisely because of this magic weapon that Iǎ can use spells outside without relying on spiritual veins and spiritual energy.”

Tuoquanzi introduced this without any haste, then shot his fingers at the edge of the box and pushed the Miser energy core fragment in front of Fu Quanzi's palm, "... The senior brother of the palm may as well taste this item, how about it?"

"...Oh? There is such a wonderful thing in the world? Wait for me to check... Well? It's really like a spiritual vein."

Fu Quanzi frowned slightly and took the box without much confidence. But he had just reached out and his face changed drastically. He quickly grabbed the box that was decorated with Miser's core with one hand, pinched a spell with the other hand, recited a few short spells... With a "bang", a weak orange-red flame quietly rose up at his fingertips, facing the cold evening breeze, swaying repeatedly.

"...It is very similar to the quality of the spiritual vein, but it is slightly different... Well, it does have the same effect, and it can completely replace the effect of the spiritual vein. And if it comes to the quality of spiritual power, this thing seems to be much purer..."

Looking at the cluster of seemingly ordinary eternal flames, Fu Quanzi's face changed drastically for a moment - first shocked and disbelief, then moved and excited, and then a hint of greed flashed in his eyes, subconsciously trying to put this box of Miser-energy nuclear in his arms... Finally, at the last moment, he finally remembered that it was something in public, and it was someone else's, so he put it back on the table awkwardly.

Tuoquanzi didn't care at all, but just smiled and put away the box again, comforting him and said:

"...Senior brother, don't worry. Although this thing can drive the city to fly into the sky and is worth a lot of money, it is not a rare thing in the Nairer Empire - there are more than 2,000 large floating cities in the entire country, and new cities are launched every year."

——Here, Thunder Spring actually changed the concept. In fact, due to the high cost of construction, not all floating cities in the current Nairer Empire are driven by Miser energy cores. A considerable number of floating fortresses with relatively small sizes have used other methods of cutting corners... Of course, if we count those Miser energy cores installed in the Advanced Magic Academy, Magic Weapon Factory and Dungeon Fortress, which are used as power sources to operate, it is not completely impossible to collect two thousand units...

"... Just a piece of broken fragments has such a miraculous effect. A complete Mither energy core will definitely be more helpful to our practice and breakthroughs. And that Admiral Fili Taylor is willing to lend him a floating city—well, to be precise, his mentor Rebecca, who is the great arcane, was assigned to the i-man floating city in the Nerell Empire—for our sect to use for a long time..."

After introducing the various ins and outs of this Miser energy core, Thiequanzi raised his head, looked at the increasingly eager look of expectant eyes of senior brother, and smiled and opened a price code that no cultivator could refuse.
Chapter completed!