Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 204 Taoism (for subscription)

Outside the city of Zhengyang Prefecture, there is a Tongxuan Mountain.

Originally, this mountain had no name, but because there is a Tongxuan temple on the mountain, which is quite efficacious, so the mountain is not high, and if there are immortals, it will be named, so it is called Tongxuan Mountain.

It was still early in the morning, and it had rained all night, the steps were damp, and water dripped from the grass blades by the roadside.

Fang Xian walked up slowly step by step.

At the same time, I am also looking at the property bar:

【Name: Fang Xian】

[Occupation: Alchemist (Level [-])]

[Alchemy: Daluodong Mysterious View (Level [-]), Gangsha Nine Transformations (First Transformation)]

[Taoism:? ? ? , martial arts:? ? ? , Weird:? ? ? 】

[Reincarnation: Charging]

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The robbery data in the next row has increased again.

"I rescued Chunyu Yun last night, why did I add another wave of catastrophe? No, no, if I wasn't there, Ning Boshang would be hacked to death, maybe he gave it to me? Brewing a catastrophe?"

"This kind of initiative to cultivate the sons of the catastrophe and wait for the opportunity to harvest them seems to be a shortcut for alchemists to practice... But I obviously didn't want to do this..."

At the end of the steps is a huge Taoist temple.

There is a huge incense burner on the square, and behind it is the hall dedicated to the ancestors and gods. There are at least a hundred rooms on both sides.

At this time, several Taoist boys were holding brooms and other things and started to clean.

"Big is big enough, but I don't know if there is anything I want."

Fang Xian groaned, and stood before the Taoist temple.

"This good believer, but you want to come to offer incense? At this time, the Taoist temple has not yet opened..."

A Taoist boy asked.

"No, I came here on other important matters and asked to see the abbot."

The abbot, the person in charge of affairs, is not unique to Brahma Sect.

In Taoist temples, below the abbot, there are deacons such as Gao Gong, hall master, hall master, Zhike, inspector, inspector, supervisor, secretary, Dianzao, accountant, etc.

Then come down, there are ordinary Taoist disciples, and these boys are just the lowest level.

"Can you see our abbot?"

At this time, a Taoist next to him came over, still smelling of alcohol, as if he had just woken up from a hangover, and smelled of getting up.

He saw that Fang Xian was wearing a cloth shirt, which was very rough, and he didn't look like a high-ranking official at first glance, so he slapped his big hand a few times like chasing flies: "It's not now if you want to ask for a meal, go quickly."

Click!

Before he finished speaking, Fang Xian grabbed the Taoist's wrist and broke it.

Immediately, with another light throw, the Taoist was thrown into the incense burner. Fortunately, there were no cigarettes in it at this time. The Taoist would not die for a while, but his limbs would definitely be broken.

"Then how big is this matter now? Why don't you go and call someone?"

Fang Xian said to the stunned Daotong, watching the other party run into the temple, making a sound like howling ghosts and wolves, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He figured it out, the way the monster has the way of the monster.

And when you are a monster, you should do whatever you want.

And, since this period of time, it seems to have found out clearly.

'In this world, I'm the only one left alone, really... lonely! '

Standing with his hands behind his back, Fang Xian saw two rows of martial artists coming out, holding long swords, wooden sticks and other weapons, surrounding him.

Another old Taoist came out, his eyes were as warm as jade, and he looked at Fang Xian: "Who is your Excellency, why do you have to embarrass me with Tongxuanguan?"

"Who are you?" Fang Xian asked.

"Pindao Tongzhezi is the abbot of Benguan, you don't know Pindao?" Tongzhezi had a very strange expression.

Tongxuan Temple is located near Fucheng, where the security is good and there are no bandits to trouble him, and he is friendly with dignitaries and nobles, so there is no official embarrassment.

I heard it before, and thought to myself that it should be some well-known martial artist who came to provoke—although there are not many such things, but every few years, I can always meet one or two. With this.

But now, this person has never even heard of his own name, could it be that he guessed wrong?

"I have nothing else to ask, but I just want to take a look at all the classics of Tongxuan Guan, and I still have some questions, I hope you can answer them truthfully..." Fang Xian said the purpose leisurely, and almost exploded his lungs.

"Mad... Arrogant! Take down this madman for me!"

Tong Hezi is also a well-known master in the martial arts world, and his martial arts are unfathomable. At this time, he didn't do it himself, but was going to watch Fang Xian's martial arts methods.

But the next moment, his eyes widened in surprise.

I saw a figure crisscrossing the arena, their fists dancing like iron pestles, smashing each of the martial artists into the air.

Anyone who was punched by him fell to the ground, unable to scream.

There is no enemy with one punch!
'This martial arts... is invincible in the world! '

Fang Xian knocked down the last person, and looked at Tong Zhezi: "Books...to borrow or not?"

Tong Hezi took a few steps back and entered the main hall: "Why should the layman be so aggressive?"

"Everything in the world, give and take!"

Fang Xian strode over.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the world of martial arts, and became the white tiger fairy who had crushed his fists for the rest of his life.

Inside the hall, there was silence.

On the huge altar, an unknown god is enshrined, and on both sides are vicious guardians.

Fang Xian has no idea about the origin and development of Taoist sects in this world, so naturally he can't recognize them.

But after stepping here, his heart moved, and he felt an unusual breath.

The Daluo Cave Mystery Temple was running, and no fatal danger was found, so it just let it go.

"Please help me, masters and uncles!"

At this time, in the hall, there were a few old Taoists who were dying at some point, holding magic tools and dancing their limbs, as if they were performing some kind of mysterious prayer ceremony.

"Thirty-seven generations of disciple Tonghe, please help the patriarch and true king, suppress it!"

Tong Hezi had long seen that Fang Xian's martial arts were invincible, so at this moment, his fingers turned into swords, and he recited the formula and pointed towards Fang Xian.

Fang Xian suddenly felt a strong force, coming like an overwhelming mountain, acting on him, causing his joints to explode and his clothes torn apart.

"The power of incense? The power of Shinto? It'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.

Click!

On his body, the clothes turned into butterflies, flying in pieces.

"puff!"

Tong Hezi and the other old Taoists spit out a mouthful of painstaking efforts as if they were hit by a heavy hammer.

This kind of Taoist magic requires the cooperation of time, place and people, and it is not very powerful. It is not Fang Xian's opponent at this time.

The fallen Tong Zhezi raised his head, but was stunned, and couldn't help but rubbed his eyes.

What did he see?
A white ape?An artificial white ape?
"Are you... a demon? Impossible... In this era, how can there be monsters?" He muttered to himself, his face full of disbelief.

"It seems that you know something, very good, this time it's not the wrong place."

Fang Xian nodded in satisfaction.

"Can talk... really a demon!"

The eyes of several old Taoist priests suddenly became fiery, which was the excitement of seeing the 'Dao'.

(End of this chapter)