Heading slightly northeast, Fang Zong walked with long strides.
When Fang Zong saw the small Taoist temple in the distance, he deliberately turned his face away, stood high in the air, and grinned at the temple.
She smiled, revealing a set of small, white teeth.
"Pervert!" Inside the Taoist temple, someone crushed a cup made of purple gauze.
An old Taoist priest and Fang Zong stared at each other.
The Taoist temple was very small, and it didn't even have its own name. There was only one abbot and one young attendant.
The abbot is a registered Taoist priest, and he is very old. The young boy doesn't even have a registered Taoist priest; he's just an adopted orphan who manages some miscellaneous affairs inside and outside the temple.
Then, the abbot's name was Zhang Jun, and the young Taoist boy's name was Zhang Chuchen.
At this moment, Zhang Jun crushed the cup in his hand and watched Fang Zong disappear into the vast sky. Suddenly, cold sweat poured down his face.
"Oh, my dearest ancestors!"
Zhang Jun knelt down with a thud at the feet of the young Taoist boy who was sweeping with a broom, grabbed the boy Zhang Chuchen's leg and cried, "Grand Ancestor, please spare me! I'm just a fake Taoist who's been eating and drinking for free and hasn't even managed to make a living yet! That guy is a thug in a suit, a top-notch martial arts general in the country! If you make me pretend to be you, he'll think I'm you too. How am I supposed to survive?"
"Don't worry, I haven't offended him." Zhang Chuchen's handsome face had two dark eyes that seemed to hold the marks of time.
As he spoke, his eyes began to tremble and turn green.
"By the Three Pure Ones above, this kid is too abnormal! I didn't offend him, but he clearly remembers what I said in the supernatural powers. Who did I offend?"
Erlang Shen Yang Jian,
The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea
Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven
No, wait, I even made up stories about the Jade Emperor and the Buddha!
Wait, did I just sell out all the gods? Fang Zong remembers everything, so I sold out all the gods! Including the Three Pure Ones!
How can he be so abnormal? He's even immune to my supernatural powers!
Zhang Chuchen, a young man, truly resembled an elderly man in his eighties.
He lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.
He jumped up immediately, grabbed the "Abbot" Zhang Jun, and ran...
"Pack your things, let's go! We're going abroad! Didn't I teach you a lot and make you a famous Taoist priest? Let's go abroad! To Thailand, no, to South Korea! South Korea even said I'm Korean. Their great-grandfather suffered a great calamity, how can we not help draw some of the fire?"
Zhang Jun: "..."
My dearest ancestors!
Going to South Korea?
In such a small place, even a sneeze from a skilled person can wipe them out. How can we help draw fire?
Zhang Jun was completely confused, but he also made up his mind.
Go to South Korea!
Yes, you absolutely have to go!
First, spread Taoist teachings, then make some money, and then run away!
"Meow, that old Taoist priest doesn't look like much. Shall I go eat him?"
High in the sky, Hu Batian volunteered.
Fang Zong shook his head and said, "It doesn't seem like much, but even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Zhang Sanfeng is the founder of the Wudang Sect. He has countless disciples and grand-disciples. Not to mention that he has recovered to the level of a supernatural power, the Wudang Sect itself is a leading force in the martial arts world. There are eight sects in the Dao Alliance that are branches of Wudang."
Hu Batian: "What about the one from Wudang Mountain?"
"I don't know, it could be much more terrifying."
The history of the Eastern Kingdom is too long, and there are some things that even the Demon Slayer Corps cannot fully understand.
Take Wudang Mountain for example. It may seem like just a gathering place for Taoists, but eight sects originated from Wudang Mountain. If you really think of Wudang as just an ordinary Taoist sect, you might not even know how you died.
As for Nanlin Temple, Fang Zong wouldn't dare say he'd burn it down to take the Great Elixir, and of course, there's no need for that now.
Fang Zong laughed, "Nanlin Temple is affiliated with the Shaolin Orthodox Sect. The Shaolin Orthodox Sect has the Eighteen Bronze Men (both internal and external) and the Eighteen Arhats (both heaven and earth). The Eighteen Bronze Men who are mainly external are just ordinary martial arts practitioners, and it doesn't matter much if they are mainly internal; they are all just at the fourth level of martial arts skill. This is where we need to think. The Earth Arhats among the Eighteen Arhats are at the same level as the Eighteen Bronze Men, but what about the Heaven Arhats? Will they be at the fifth, sixth, or seventh level of martial arts skill? Or even..."
Fang Zong didn't say anything more, nor did he bother to.
He had long known that the Eastern Kingdom was full of hidden talents, but as for these hidden dragons and crouching tigers...
If he sees him, and he's in a good mood, he might greet him with "Hello, senior; goodbye, senior."
If you're in a bad mood, just raise your middle finger and give them a "f*** you!"
The so-called seclusion, to put it bluntly, means that life is useless and death is the best option.
These supposedly reclusive individuals are actually banding together!
Are there really any groups of people living in seclusion like this? The Ghost Slayer Squad has long established its rules: if they don't cause trouble, they won't bother with them; but if they try anything underhanded like a ghost chat group, they'll be wiped out!
Of course, the Dao Alliance, which gets things done just like the Ghost Slayers, had already expressed the same sentiment...
To get to Shimen City, of course, you don't fly there.
Fang Zong calculated the time and found that there were still thirteen days until Sofia's departure date, which was enough time. This wasn't ancient feudal society; if he wanted to go to India, he could simply take a fighter jet and arrive on the same day.
So I booked a plane ticket and went to Shimen City Airport first.
As soon as I got off the plane, someone came to greet me.
It was an old acquaintance, Zhan Hu, Luo Xiaoxia's favorite general, who is now the branch chief of the Ten Gates City Ghost Killing Team. He quickly came forward, reached for a cigarette, and lit it for her.
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