Taixu's face showed an expression of admiration: "Master, you are really amazing. I only found out about it when I saw someone post a live broadcast of Fang Xiu attacking the Buddhist sect. I didn't expect that you knew about it all along."
"Tai Xu!" A flash of anger crossed the white-bearded old Taoist's face: "How many times have I warned you? We entered the mortal world this time for better cultivation, not for you to become addicted to live streaming, short videos and other entertainment. The technology of this era is indeed advanced, but it is useless against the supernatural. Now that the supernatural is about to invade, the world may be destroyed at any time. Do you know how many people may have died at the hands of the supernatural while you were playing on your phone?"
You're so young, how can you stand it?
"With this effort, you'd be better off practicing your spiritual cultivation more, and going back to copy the Tao Te Ching ten times."
Taixu was immediately filled with shame. In order not to disappoint his master, he made a painful decision to correct his mistakes: "Master's teachings are correct. I will go back and copy this twenty times. Not only will I copy it twenty times, but I will also sell my cell phone and cut off the WiFi on the mountain..."
"Ahem... There's no need for that." The white-bearded old Taoist quickly stopped Taixu's idea, and was about to start lecturing when suddenly...
Teng!
He suddenly sprang up from the prayer mat, as if struck by lightning. His eyes widened in horror as he looked up at the sky, his body trembling uncontrollably. Although the sky was clear and blue, he seemed to see some unspeakable terror.
The young Taoist priest Taixu was startled: "Master! Master, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"
The white-bearded old Taoist ignored him, instead staring in horror at the sky, trembling as he cried out, "The world... the world is going to be destroyed!!"
Taixu was shocked: "Master, what nonsense are you spouting? The world is perfectly fine, how can it be about to be destroyed?"
The white-bearded old Taoist still ignored him, his body trembling like a sieve, frantically calculating with his fingers.
Suddenly, *pfft*!
He coughed up blood, nearly collapsing to the ground. His gaze grew increasingly horrified, and he trembled even more violently: "The...the god of evil has descended!! The god of evil is about to descend! It's over, everything...wait!?"
Is everything alright?
The white-bearded old Taoist priest stood there dumbfounded, as if he had been stunned, muttering to himself repeatedly, "What on earth is going on? How come the world was about to be destroyed one second, and then everything was fine the next?"
He kept deducing the secrets of heaven and found that he had not made any mistakes. Everything was fine, as if the deadly world-ending crisis had just been an illusion.
"Ha...hahaha..." The ecstatic feeling of escaping death made the white-bearded old Taoist priest laugh uncontrollably, to the point that he forgot about the cell phone in his sleeve.
With a loud thud, the phone fell to the ground.
The scene fell silent for a second as the master and apprentice locked eyes.
Taixu's expression was quite interesting, first blank, then astonished, and finally furious.
"Sir, I remember you said you wouldn't buy a cell phone, so whose phone is this?"
An awkward expression flashed across the white-bearded old Taoist's face. He was about to explain when his expression changed drastically again, as if he had witnessed the end of the world.
"Here we go again! The world is going to end! Help! I'm still young, I'm only ninety-eight, I don't want to die... Huh? Huh! It's alright now?"
He stood there dumbfounded, completely bewildered by what had happened. The celestial signs clearly indicated the world was about to be destroyed, so how come everything was fine again, and this happened twice? Was God playing a joke on him?
However, Taixu, who was standing to the side, had already seen through his master's trick and said in a low voice, "Master, do you think your disciple is a fool?"
"Taixu! What do you mean by this? Do you think I'm putting on an act for you? I've studied the ancient Taoist art of divination, which allows me to sense impending disasters. The stronger the disaster, the stronger the sense. Just now..."
Before the white-bearded old Taoist could finish speaking, his expression changed again. A terrifying aura of world destruction emanated from the darkness once more, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
"The world is going to be destroyed again!! When will this ever end?!"
His emotions at that moment were like a rollercoaster ride, going up and down violently.
However, the clever Taixu had already seen through his master's clumsy acting skills and watched with disdain from the side, seeing his master sometimes shouting in despair and sometimes jumping around in ecstasy after surviving a disaster.
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The white-bearded Taoist priest seamlessly switched between despair and ecstasy, while in the Buddhist monastery, Kongjian was constantly testing Fang Xiu's limits, repeatedly teetering on the edge of death.
In the end, Kong Jian discovered in despair that Fang Xiu was simply not human; he was more domineering than any tyrant in history and could not tolerate a single word of dissent.
If he dared to say no, even for a trivial request, Fang Xiu would immediately destroy the world without the slightest hesitation.
This struck Kongjian as absurd. What has the world ever done to you? Why would you destroy the world at the slightest provocation?
Compromise can happen once or countless times. Through repeated compromises, Kongjian signed a series of unequal treaties, and at this point, Buddhism officially joined the headquarters.
"Welcome to headquarters," Fang Xiu said calmly.
Kong Jian's pale face had not yet recovered from the shadow of the world's destruction. He forced a smile and said, "This old monk... no, this subordinate greets the Captain."
He was convinced, completely convinced. Faced with a ruthless person who could destroy the world at the slightest disagreement, he had no choice but to submit. He dared not utter a single word of rebuttal to Fang Xiu's words, for rebuttal would lead to the destruction of the world, and he did not want to be the culprit who destroyed the world.
Fang Xiu nodded in satisfaction. He realized that there was no need to summon the God of Deception to deal with people who could deduce the secrets of heaven, because they would back down before the summoning even began. So, sometimes knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing; it can make people timid and hesitant. After all, ignorance is bliss.
It's just unknown whether a sixth-tier expert from the Daoist sect can deduce the secrets of heaven. If he can, he won't even need to bring the Taotie army when he wipes out the Daoist sect.
Looking at the obedient Kong Jian in front of him, Fang Xiu finally asked the question he had always wanted to ask.
Have you ever met Zhou Qingfeng?
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