Chapter 203 Taoist Temple
Outside Zhengyang City, there is a Tongxuan Mountain.
Originally this mountain had no name, but because there was a Tongxuan Temple on the mountain which was quite effective, the mountain was named Tongxuan Mountain because of the immortals living there, regardless of its height.
It was still early in the morning. It had rained all night, so the steps were damp and water was dripping from the grass by the roadside.
Fang Xian walked up slowly, step by step.
At the same time, I was also looking at the attribute column:
[Name: Fang Xian]
[Profession: Alchemist (Level 1)]
[Magic Technique: Daluo Dongxuan Secret View (Level 3), Gangsha Nine Transformations (First Transformation)]
[Taoism: ???, Martial Arts: ???, Weird: ???]
[Reincarnation: Charging]
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There was another increase in the robbery power data in the next row.
"I saved Chunyu Yun last night, so why did he give me another wave of disaster power? No, no, if I wasn't here, Ning Boshang would have been hacked to death. Maybe he gave it to me? If this man doesn't die, another disaster will brew in the future?"
"This kind of active cultivation of the Son of the Great Tribulation and waiting for an opportunity to harvest it seems to be a shortcut for alchemists to practice... But I clearly didn't want to do this..."
At the end of the stairs is a huge Taoist temple.
There is a huge incense burner on the square , and behind it is a hall dedicated to ancestors and gods. There are at least a hundred side rooms on both sides.
At this time, several Taoist children were holding brooms and other things and started cleaning.
"It's big enough, but I don't know if it has what I want."
Fang Xian groaned for a moment, then came to the front of the Taoist temple and stopped.
"This believer, do you want to come and burn incense? The Taoist temple is not open yet..."
A Taoist boy asked.
"No, I came here for something else. I want to see the abbot."
The abbot, the person who presides over affairs, is not unique to Buddhism.
In a Taoist temple, in addition to the abbot, there are also deacons such as high priests, hall masters, palace masters, receptionists, patrol officers, dormitory patrol officers, supervisors, secretaries, construction managers, and accountants.
Next are the ordinary Taoist temple disciples, and these boys are just the lowest level.
"How can you see our abbot?"
At this time, a Taoist priest came over, still smelling of alcohol, as if he had just woken up from a hangover and was a little grumpy.
He saw Fang Xian was wearing a rough cloth shirt, and he knew he was not a nobleman. He swatted him a few times as if he was chasing away a fly, "Now is not the time to ask for vegetarian food. Go away."
Snap!
Before he could finish his words, Fang Xian grabbed the Taoist's wrist and broke it.
Soon after, he threw the Taoist into the incense burner with another light throw. Fortunately, there was no incense in it at that time, so the Taoist did not die for the time being, but his limbs were definitely fractured.
"This is a serious matter now? Why don't you go and call for help?"
Fang Xian said to the frightened Taoist boy, watching him run into the temple, making sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
He thought it through and realized that monsters have their own ways.
As a monster, you should do whatever you want.
Moreover, it seems that we have figured it out over the past few days.
"I am the only one in this world who knows how to do things. I am so lonely!"
Fang Xian stood with his hands behind his back and saw two rows of martial artists coming out one after another, holding long swords, wooden sticks and other weapons, and surrounding him.
Another old Taoist came out, his eyes as gentle as jade, and looked at Fang Xian: "Who are you, sir, and why are you making things difficult for me, Tongxuanguan?"
"Who are you?" Fang Xian asked.
"I am Tonghezi, the abbot of this temple. Don't you know me?" Tonghezi had a very strange expression on his face.
Tongxuan Temple is located near the provincial capital, with good public security and no trouble from bandits. He is also on good terms with high-ranking officials, so he does not face any difficulties on the official front.
When I heard about it before, I thought it must be some famous martial artist who came to provoke me - although this kind of thing doesn't happen often, you can always encounter one or two every few years. The reason why so many martial artists are kept is to guard against this kind of thing.
But now, this person has never even heard of his name. Could it be that he guessed wrong?
"I have no other request. I just want to borrow all the classics from Tongxuan Temple. I also have some questions. I hope you, the master, can answer them truthfully..." Fang Xian stated his purpose leisurely, which almost made Tong Hezi explode with anger.
"Arrogant... Arrogant! Capture this lunatic for me!"
Tong Hezi is also a famous master in the martial arts world, with unfathomable martial arts skills. However, he did not take action himself at this time, but was ready to watch Fang Xian's martial arts.
But the next moment, his eyes widened in surprise.
I saw a figure running around in the field, his fists waving like iron pestles, knocking down the martial artists one by one.
Anyone who was hit by his punch fell to the ground, unable to scream.
There is no enemy that can withstand even one punch!
"This martial art... is unrivaled in the world!"
Fang Xian knocked down the last man and looked at Tong Hezi: "The classics... do you want to borrow it?"
Tong Hezi took a few steps back and entered the main hall: "Why are you being so aggressive, layman?"
"Everything in the world is mine to take!"
Fang Xian strode over.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the world of martial arts and turned into the White Tiger Immortal King who dominated the world with his fists.
There was silence in the hall.
On the huge altar, an unknown god is enshrined, and on both sides are ferocious guardian gods.
Fang Xian had no idea about the origin of Taoism in this world, so naturally he couldn't recognize it.
However, after stepping in here, he felt a stir in his heart and sensed an unusual atmosphere.
The Daluo Dongxuan Secret Observatory was in operation, and no fatal danger was found, so he just let it go.
"Please help me, uncles and masters!"
At this time, in the hall, there appeared a few dying old Taoist priests who were holding magical instruments and dancing wildly, as if they were performing some mysterious prayer ceremony.
"Thirty-seven generations of disciples have united , please ask the Grandmaster for help to suppress it!"
Tong Hezi had long seen that Fang Xian's martial arts were unmatched, so he formed his fingers into a sword, recited some magic formula, and pointed at Fang Xian.
Fang Xian suddenly felt a huge force, like an overwhelming force, acting on his body, causing his bones to explode and his clothes to rip.
"The power of incense? The power of Shinto? That's quite interesting..."
He thought to himself, "This world is not completely free of demons. It's just... too weak! Too weak!"
Thinking of this, Fang Xian straightened his back and stared at the statue .
Snap!
On his body, the clothes turned into butterflies and fluttered in the air.
"puff!"
Tong Hezi and several veteran Taoists felt as if they were hit by a heavy hammer and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
This kind of Taoist magic requires the right time, place and people's cooperation, and its power is not very great. It is no match for Fang Xian at this time.
Tong Hezi, who fell to the ground, looked up, but was stunned and could not help rubbing his eyes.
What did he see?
A white ape? A white ape standing on its own?
"You are... a monster? Impossible... How could there still be monsters in this era?" He muttered to himself, his face full of disbelief.
"It seems you know something. Very good. You haven't come to the wrong place this time."
Fang Xian nodded with satisfaction.
"It can talk...it's really a monster!"
The eyes of several old Taoist priests suddenly became fiery, which was the excitement of seeing the "Tao".
