Three days later.
Fang Xiu arrived as promised, bringing with him the Destiny Fraud Duo, the Fatty (his transportation), the Taotie army, Kong Jian, and the Eighteen Arhats of Buddhism, who directly surrounded the Taoist camp.
Because Fang Xiu issued the announcement in advance, making it known to the world, just like the Buddhist sect, as early as the day before, various forces and even news reporters flocked to the site, vying to broadcast the prophet's first-hand information.
This kind of explosive news is akin to a war between nations, and its popularity has already reached the point where everyone knows about it.
The most dramatic thing is that this time when he entered the Taoist sect, there was no group of self-proclaimed peace-loving people who came to the headquarters to block the gate.
A few days ago, when Fang Xiu was marching into the Buddhist community, a group of peace-loving, Buddhist believers and reporters blocked the headquarters, not wanting Fang Xiu to start a war, and even threatened not to let him become the captain.
However, this time when they marched into the Taoist sect, a group of people came as well, but instead of stopping them, they carried red banners that read: "Wishing Captain Fang a great victory!"
Countless people cheered and rejoiced, giving Fang Xiu their strong support and hoping he would quell the internal strife.
The Taoist sect's headquarters.
"Master! Master, something terrible has happened!" Taixu rushed into the Sanqing Hall and found the old Daoist Wuwei meditating.
"Tai Xu, don't you have any other words? Every day there are terrible things happening, and your teacher just wants to play quietly... I can't even cultivate for a little while," the old Taoist Wuwei said helplessly.
"Master, what time is it and you're still playing on your phone? I told you to go for the job interview before but you didn't go. Now look what's happened, Fang Xiu has brought his army of Taotie and the eighteen Arhats of Buddhism to our door."
Faced with a formidable enemy, the old Taoist Wuwei remained remarkably calm. He slowly rose, glanced at the panicked Taixu, and said indifferently, "Don't worry, with your master here, the sky won't fall."
"master?"
Infected by Wuwei's composure, Taixu was no longer so flustered. At this moment, it was as if he was getting to know his master for the first time, this sixth-level expert of the Daoist sect.
Although he doesn't usually act responsibly, he is surprisingly reassuring when things happen.
The frail figure of the old Taoist priest Wuwei seemed incredibly tall in Taixu's heart.
"Master, what should we do now?"
The old Taoist priest smiled slightly: "Since we have guests, how can the host not welcome them? Taixu, welcome the guests."
“But…” Taixu looked troubled: “Master, it’s too scary outside. I just peeked out from outside the mountain gate and all I could see were Taotie. I feel that even back in the spatial node, it wasn’t this terrifying.”
The old Taoist nodded and looked kindly at Taixu: "That's why I asked you to greet the guests."
Taixu was instantly stunned: "Master, you!"
“My good disciple, you are the Daoist disciple of my sect. You can’t be so timid. Go now. Your master has been watching you all along.”
Taixu wanted to say something more, but before he could speak, he felt a pain in his buttocks.
Bang!
A powerful force struck, and Taixu was sent flying out of the door.
"ah!!!"
Bang!
Taixu landed heavily on the ground, rolling several times. When he looked up again, he saw nearly a hundred Taotie staring straight at him.
"ah!!"
He was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, cursing his master's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart. In order to force him to greet the guest, he had even used the supernatural power of shrinking the earth to an inch in this kick.
Fang Xiu and the others stood quietly atop Taotie, watching the young Taoist priest who had rolled out of the Taoist sect.
The young Taoist priest was pale, covered in bumps, and had dark circles under his eyes, as if he had just experienced an exceptionally brutal beating.
Upon seeing this, Yang Ming couldn't help but laugh: "Is the Daoist sect out of talent? Why did they send out such an embarrassing fool like you?"
Taixu forced a smile, got up from the ground, and bowed respectfully: "May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings. I am a Daoist disciple, my Daoist name is Taixu. I greet all fellow Daoists."
"Tai Xu?" Yang Ming laughed as if his funny bone had been tickled when he heard the name: "Hahaha... What a name. You do look like Tai Xu."
Taixu, who had been ridiculed repeatedly, was immediately enraged. However, upon seeing the Taotie army that filled the entire world, his anger was immediately extinguished by cold water. He could only mutter, "I was beaten by my master a couple of days ago. Actually, I was quite handsome."
The last sentence was said to Xiao Chuxia, and his comical expression made Xiao Chuxia laugh.
She asked, "Little Taoist priest, are you really a disciple of the Taoist sect? Or are you kidding? Otherwise, how could such a minor injury not have healed by now?"
"Fairy sister, you may not know this, but my master is a sixth-level expert. When he hit me, he used his own power. That power is swirling in my wounds and cannot be healed at all. I can only recover when the power dissipates."
Seeing that Fang Xiu and his group were powerful, the young Taoist priest relied on his sweet talk.
"Haha, your master is really cunning, unlike my brother Xiu, who only knows how to..."
"Shut up." Fang Xiu frowned slightly, interrupting Xiao Chuxia. His gaze passed over the void and looked at the main hall of the Daoist sect. His deep eyes seemed to penetrate the building.
"Since Master Wuwei is unwilling to submit to the headquarters, then there is no need for the Daoist sect to exist."
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the heavens and earth shook. The Taotie army started moving all at once, as if nearly a hundred mountains were marching.
Taixu was so frightened that his face turned pale instantly. Just as he was about to cry for help, he saw a figure flash before his eyes, and a blue Taoist robe came into view.
He was none other than the Daoist master Wuwei.
At this moment, the old Taoist Wuwei was wearing a blue Tai Chi Taoist robe, a purple-gold crown, auspicious cloud boots, and a blue silk whisk in his hand. His figure was upright and graceful, and with his youthful face and white hair, he looked just like an old immortal with a celestial air.
"May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings! This humble Daoist, Wuwei, greets all fellow Daoists."
Although the old Taoist priest Wuwei often secretly plays on his phone, looking at chests and legs, and even jade, when he puts on his Taoist robe and becomes serious, he looks more like a senior master than Kongjian.
Its unique sixth-order aura spread with the wind, without the oppressive feeling of Mount Tai pressing down, but like ocean waves, it was powerful, long and endless.
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