Chapter 43: The Symbol of Fate Transmits Faith

  The Supreme Taoist Patriarch and the Jade Pure Holy One jointly decided on a plan, and naturally there were door-to-door boys passing down talismans.

  Then, more than a dozen clear airs escaped from the Great Red Heaven's Taiqing Realm and flew towards various immortal mountains and precious lands in the Three Realms... Those clear airs were all collected by the disciples of the two sects, who learned that the great calamity of heaven and earth had come again, and their hearts surged with emotion.

  In an instant, all sorts of colorful lights shot out from the Daoist temples of these ancient saints, weaving a myriad of shimmering rays that crisscrossed in mid-air, making for a truly spectacular sight.

  But then Xuan Kong and Shen Hui Zhenren leaped into the sky, tumbling and rolling away in the distance. Only Wang Qi, his junior brother, was left behind. He held a small fox in one hand and stroked his chin with the other, muttering to himself that he didn't have the same divine powers as his senior brother.

  Neither can drive away the clear wind, nor can gather up the clouds and mist, how can one follow the traces of the mysterious void?

  The more he thought about it, the angrier Wang Qi became. He lifted the little fox to eye level and scolded: "You wicked fox, what kind of sorcery did you use? What evil deed have you done? Confess quickly!" His hand rested on the hilt of his long sword at his waist as he said: "I am Wang Qi, a celestial being from Mount Lao. You'd best confess, you wicked fox!"

  That yellow fox finally understood human nature and could understand a few sentences of human language, seeing Wang Qi's arrogant appearance, he didn't bother to pay attention.

  It was just a pinch of pain from being pinched by Wang Qi that made him open his mouth and spit on Wang Qi's face.

  Then on Wang Qi's hands, two small paws were propped up, looking in the direction of Bai Tian Xuan Kong flying away.

  Wang Qi glared at the little fox, who had just spat out a mouthful of water, causing his seven apertures to smoke with rage. But seeing the little fox's eyes gaze distractedly outside the window, he too couldn't help but become somewhat dazed: "Big Brother Master, we've only just come down from Cui Shan and already encountered a tough battle, I can only hope that you'll be able to defeat that evil Daoist, or else your junior brother will..."

  He thought of the eighty-four different ways he could deal with Shen Hui in his heart, and couldn't help but smile smugly to himself.

  He smiled and then pulled down his face, turning the little fox's face around: "Do you think Big Brother Master will have something to do?" He had always admired and respected Master Xuankong's Taoist practice and magical powers. In Wang Qi's eyes, his own big brother master was not a god-like person, but he was not far from it either.

  He let out a sigh, opened the door and threw the little fox out: "This inn, I only opened two rooms upstairs. If you can turn my senior brother back, I'll leave a bed for you to sleep in. If not, then go fend for yourself outside!"

  The fox didn't want to be suddenly picked up by him and thrown out the door, landing on its butt with a thud, but surprisingly it seemed to have come back to its senses.

  Followed behind Wang Qi's back, patted off dust, and swaggered back again.

  Wang Qi's heart was secretly worried, and he became anxious, pointing at the little fox: "You this demon fox, if your magical powers were greater, you could help Master Brother deal with the evil Taoist. Unlike me, I'm just a mundane person, and even on Mount Luofu, it was a waste of time, not even learning one-tenth of Master Brother's skills."

  "That day, I was with Big Brother Master on the mountain waist and that thousand-year-old zombie. What was the name of that zombie?" He thought for a moment and still remembered: "Right, that zombie was the daughter of the Tang Emperor, called Yun Lou Princess, all taken care of by Big Brother Master."

  "Master Big Brother said at that time he would teach me two unbeatable skills, his words are as good as a promise, he definitely won't deceive me!"

  After all, the founder of the Cui Shan Sect was a Taoist with one eyebrow, who had spent half his life on the rivers and lakes telling fortunes and making a living. Wang Qi had been on Mount Cui for several months and had learned five or six points about seeing through people's tricks. The daytime Shen Hui Zhen Ren's moral integrity may not be inferior to that of the Great Master, but it is unknown where this immortal came from.

  If there's no follow-up, it's easy to deal with.

  I'm afraid the other side also has a lineage, and when the time comes, a group of senior and junior brothers will come up, and the two of us, including Big Senior Brother, won't be able to handle it.

  Wang Qi muttered to himself, the little fox also looked worried and unhappy, with all four eyes staring at each other. Suddenly, they heard a cough from behind: "What I, Xuan Kong, have said will never be forgotten!"

  Wang Qi couldn't believe it, fearing that he had hallucinated, and exchanged a glance with the little fox. Seeing the little fox nodding vigorously, he suddenly turned his head back in surprise and delight.

  "Master brother, you've finally returned! If you hadn't come back, I would have gone to the county yamen to report that thieving Taoist priest for his heinous crime of abducting people!"

  He rubbed his eyes, and indeed saw that it was Xuankong being supported by a strange Taoist priest, standing in front of him. Wang Qi choked back a sob, opened his arms and hugged Xuankong tightly, laughing and scolding at the same time. He scolded until Xuankong's face turned red with embarrassment, and he smiled wryly at Jian Du Zhen Ren.

  Jian Du's face turned bitter, and Jing Ming Dao said that this time they had suffered a great loss. Four of the Twelve True Kings died in just one day.

  Three pavilions minus one pavilion.

  Xu Tian Shi's twelve true kings were also famous hundred-year-old Taoist practitioners, who had never seen such a powerful demon in the mortal world. How could they have the patience to listen to Wang Qi's nonsense? Jian Du Zhen Ren bowed: "I'll send my friend here, and then I'll take my leave."

  Xuan Kong pushed away Wang Qi and leaned on the table, saying: "Real man slow down, listen to me, Ci Hang Pu Du that monk is not a good person. After I recover from my injuries, I will invite some senior immortals from Dongtian Fudi and go find trouble with that monk again!"

  Wang Qi only then saw that his senior brother was seriously injured and was shocked: "Senior brother, who is so formidable to be able to injure you?"

  Xuan Kong gritted his teeth, and this trip out of the mountain only made him realize how vast the world was. His previous life on Lao Mountain was indeed too leisurely. In the battle with Ci Hang Pu Du, the four true kings who died were not Xuan Kong's fellow disciples, but just a fleeting encounter.

  It's not necessarily true that Xuan Kong would be sad about it either.

  It was the spark in his heart that was fanned into an even greater flame.

  Wild geese leave behind their echoes, people leave behind their names. No matter how you put it, I'm still a standout among the crowd. If I can't make a name for myself in this world filled with gods and demons, that would be a real shame! Xuan Kong's face was originally gloomy, but his mind suddenly cleared up.

  His face gradually regained some color, and he forced himself to get up and stop Wang Qi from asking more questions. He simply looked at Jian Du Zhen Ren, waiting for his response. Jian Du Zhen Ren had the same idea - if they were only relying on the remaining eight of the Twelve True Kings, it would be very difficult to compete with Ci Hang Pu Du again.

  After weighing the pros and cons, it turns out that what Xuan Kong said makes sense.

  Wait until I and Daxiong Zhenjun have recovered from our internal injuries, then beg Master Xu Xun to let Xu Zongyang, the Heavenly Master of Qingming Dao, come out and invite his closest friends to go to Bianjing City together. At that time, gathering the strength of all Taoist friends, see what else the Great Song Dynasty's National Teacher Ci Hang Pudu Fa Zhang has to say!

  Just thinking of this, the true person of the monitor suddenly exclaimed: "Ah, my master brother stayed behind to block Ci Hang Pu Du, and I don't know if he has escaped now!"

  Wang Qi suddenly realized that the injury on Xuan Kong's body was not caused by the Taoist priest during the day, but rather he had encountered another expert and suffered such severe internal injuries. He couldn't see the heavy injury on Xuan Kong's primordial spirit, but only saw that his senior brother's true yuan was depleted, his face pale, clearly showing signs of internal organ damage.

  Jingdu Zhenren's heart was anxious, and suddenly a clear air burst out from the air beside him, with strands of immortal sound lingering in the guest house.

  Xuan Kong returned, and Wang Qi immediately had a grasp of the situation. He smiled and said, "This Daoist priest is so anxious to show off that he's afraid others won't know he's a Orthodox Sect disciple." Xuan Kong's expression turned serious, and he rebuked in a stern voice, "Shut up, brother! This is obviously an ingenious messaging technique!"