A tall crown, a linen robe, a wooden sword, and a black box.
Fu Xiaoguan walked over with a smile on his face and sat in front of Su Jue.
Then he was slightly stunned, and his gaze lingered on Su Jue's face for five more breaths.
“Isn’t it ugly?”
There is a hideous scar on Su Jue's face, which runs from his left forehead across his entire face to his right cheek.
"It's a bit ugly, but it looks more manly this way."
“…I still prefer to be more handsome.”
"Big Brother, you can't be more handsome than me anyway, so why not find another way?"
Su Jue laughed. The junior brother was still the same junior brother, still so thick-skinned. No wonder the master liked him.
"Eighth Junior Brother Su Mo asked me to bring you a message."
"What?"
"Su Mo said that the 1,500 Daoyuan Sword special forces he is training need war horses and flintlock rifles, and he said you need to help him get them."
Fu Xiaoguan grinned and nodded in agreement.
Su Mo left the border town and returned to the Taoist temple around April. So he has been training this more special army for seven or eight months.
Fu Xiaoguan is very much looking forward to this team, because it is an army composed entirely of martial arts masters. Coupled with the training methods of the special forces that Su Mo is familiar with, and equipped with flintlock rifles, what kind of shock will it bring to the world?
Compared with the Wu Dynasty's Blood-Clothed Guards, Fu Xiaoguan has higher expectations for Su Mo's army.
"Big Brother, I have never been to the Taoist temple, nor have I met the abbot. Will he still recognize me as his disciple?"
"Yes, I was just about to tell you this. Master has officially sent a letter to all the people in the world, accepting you as his last disciple and appointing you as the Taoist Seed of the Taoist Academy, to travel the world on behalf of the Taoist Academy."
Fu Xiaoguan was stunned. "What do you mean?"
"Daozhong is the seed of the Taoist temple, the same as the Buddhist disciple. The Taoist temple hasn't appointed a Daozhong for three hundred years because the master said that the ancestors of all generations were lazy. As a result, the Taoist temple is now in decline, and the teachings have not left Qingyun Mountain - Qingyun Mountain is the mountain range where the Taoist temple is located."
"No, wait..." Fu Xiaoguan took a breath, his eyes widened, and asked, "Does this mean that since I became a seed of this Taoism, I need to preach it?"
Su Jue smiled dignifiedly, "Junior brother is indeed extremely intelligent. Master said that the prosperity of Taoism will fall on Junior brother's shoulders. Establishing a Taoist temple and promoting the teachings are the responsibilities of the Taoist sect."
Su Jue took out an egg-sized black object from his arms. It looked like jade but not jade, and gold but not gold, and placed it in front of Fu Xiaoguan:
"Back when you were in Guanyun City, Master sent someone to deliver you a divine artifact. Later, because of the accident that happened to you at the foot of the Great Snow Mountain, the artifact was brought back to the temple. This time, when I came out, Master asked me to hand it over to you personally."
Fu Xiaoguan took the thing and took a look. It was very heavy and cold to the touch. It was just a small inkwell. You told me this thing is a magical artifact? The Taoist temple is clearly fooling people!
"Junior brother, don't underestimate this thing. The body of this thing is made of water-sinking wood, and the ink line is tanned from heavenly silkworm silk. The line is ten feet long, difficult to cut by swords and knives, and indestructible by water and fire. It... is a token of the Tao seed!"
Su Jue raised his hands to straighten his hat, and said seriously, "Master said, 'A circle is formed by a compass, and a square is formed by a square.' The top is the same, the bottom is even. A line is used to set the rules, and a three-foot measurement can set the world straight!"
"Little Junior Brother, this is the treasure of the Taoist temple, and this is also Master's earnest hope for you!"
Fu Xiaoguan was stunned for a long moment. "Big Brother, how can I find the time to build a Taoist temple and spread the Dao?"
Su Jue smiled and shook his head. "There's no need for you to do it yourself, Junior Brother. Master said that you'll be traveling the world anyway. When you get to a place, as long as you like it, you can just stop there and say something. Someone will come and build a Taoist temple there. You don't have to worry about anything."
Damn, does this master think I’m a god?
He suddenly felt that this statement was a bit awkward, just like a dog declaring its territory by just peeing...
Fu Xiaoguan curled his lips and said, "Who cares? As long as it doesn't delay my work, it's fine."
Fu Xiaoguan neither promotes nor opposes Taoism or Buddhism. It is a matter of belief for each individual, and he respects everyone's choice of belief.
But if he was asked to devote himself to preaching, that would definitely be impossible.
"Is this just a symbol?"
"It's a divine artifact, so it can naturally be used as a powerful weapon."
"How do I use it?"
Su Mo took the inkstone and stood outside Taoranting with Fu Xiaoguan.
He held the inkstone and explained to Fu Xiaoguan, "Inject your inner strength into the thread wheel and press the knob. You'll see that the thread cone at the front of the ink line will be activated, much like Su Rou's embroidery needle..."
Then Fu Xiaoguan saw the knob light up. Su Jue pressed the knob, and with a "whoosh!", the black ink cone with an ink line instantly shot into the Xuanwu Lake.
Someone drowned in Xuanwu Lake today!
Of course he didn't really drown. He was Gao Xian. He jumped into Xuanwu Lake, sank to the bottom of Xuanwu Lake, and came to the outside of Taoranting.
Zhou Tongtong was chasing him too closely, and there were spies from the Tianji Pavilion everywhere in the sky and on the ground. He chose to hide at the bottom of the Xuanwu Lake. In this way, even if Zhou Tongtong turned Jinling upside down, there would be no way to find him.
He had already used the Turtle Breathing Technique and was lying quietly at the bottom of the lake.
His original plan was to wait for the Xuanwu Lake to freeze over after the heavy snow, and Zhou Tongtong would probably leave Jinling.
When he wakes up again at that time, he can break out of the ice and kill Fu Xiaoguan.
This is a perfect plan.
After using the Turtle Breathing Technique, he was in a state of suspended animation. Even a Saint-level warrior could not detect his existence.
But……!
The accident happened just like that.
Although the eldest brother was seriously injured in the battle of Pingling, he turned a disaster into a blessing and stepped into the door of the Saint level in one fell swoop.
His internal strength is too strong, and this inkstone is truly a magical artifact!
But the ink line is very long and the ink cone is very sharp.
The eldest brother stood on this platform and shot into the water -
The ink cone shot down with a "Puff!" sound, and unfortunately, Gao Xian was lying right underneath it.
The ink cone easily shot into Gao Xian's abdomen, waking him up painfully from the tortoise breathing technique.
He opened his eyes and saw—
An almost transparent line came from the water surface, one end of the line penetrated into his abdomen, blood came out, and a sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body.
He screamed and took a sip of cold lake water, then he remembered that he was still lying at the bottom of the lake.
Who is so smart that he can detect that I am here?
Gao Xian was terrified and swam desperately towards the shore.
"Look, this is the user..."
"Hey, did you shoot a fish?"
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