Chapter 754: The Festival Day Is About to Wake Up! Xingyue Niu Zapu

Black coffin!

This name was like a taboo, touching Zhou Dao's nerves.

At that time, the first ancestor of the Ma family was known as the Lord of all demons. He could communicate with the true spirits of mountains and seas. His spiritual thoughts were so powerful that they filled the world and were almost everywhere.

Such terrifying power allowed him to discover a secret about the nine sects of Taoism.

Under the mountain mansions of the nine Taoist sects, there is a coffin, a black coffin!

In his later years, the first ancestor of the Ma family built a large tomb under the Fengzen Terrace, the place where the emperor worshiped heaven, but it was left empty and unused.

It wasn't until two thousand years ago that Emperor Wu was born and successively destroyed the three great gates of Changsheng, Taiyi and Panhuang. At that time, the hanging tomb was finally put into use. The descendants of the Ma family held a grand ceremony and invited the three black coffins into the tomb.

This time, the Demon Pillar fell, and the reason why the imperial court couldn't wait to appoint a new King of Fortune was to bring the black coffin of the recently destroyed [Tianshi Dao] into the tomb.

After all, throughout the ages, the ceremony of opening and sealing the coffin has been performed by the head of the Ma family.

"Black coffin again!?" Zhou Dao looked solemn.

There is a black coffin under each of the nine spiritual mountains of the Taoist sect, so that all the emperors of the Qin Dynasty have never forgotten it.

Back then, when Zhou Xuan, the previous king of the Yuan Dynasty, fell and died, a black coffin appeared, led it in, and sealed it.

Now, Zhou Dao learned another secret about the [Black Coffin] from the poisonous Taoist.

From the very beginning of the creation of the Demon Suppression Division, this behemoth, comparable to the Demon Control Division, began to build the black coffin.

Such a huge project has lasted almost three thousand years of the Qin Dynasty. Thinking about it carefully, it is almost mind-numbing.

"What on earth is that black coffin?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but ask.

There is no doubt that this is the top secret of the Demon Suppressing Department, otherwise there would be no danger of death just because the poisonous Taoist took a peek.

"I don't know about this." The poisonous Taoist shook his head sadly.

At that time, he only had a rough idea and did not find out what the thing was used for. As a result, he was killed by the demon lord.

Fortunately, the poisonous Taoist master has mastered the magical power of the Demon Control Division, and the outer world is very special. He has retained a trace of his soul, and he has survived to this day. With many opportunities, he has just reforged this skin.

"I'm not interested in the so-called secrets of these gangs of murderers. As a result..." The poisonous Taoist gritted his teeth.

In his eyes, whether it is the Demon Control Division or the Demon Suppression Division, they are nothing.

"You can be considered a hero. After all, you have been brilliant before." Zhou Dao comforted with a smile.

Being able to climb to high-level positions in both the Demon Control Department and the Demon Suppression Department, in the history of the two departments, there is only one terrifying Taoist named Poison.

From this perspective, this former master is considered glorious.

"Those people in the Demon Suppression Department are not normal." The poisonous Taoist said in a low voice.

"Those who can enter the Magic Division are all lunatics. They are like the darkness in this world, killing evil with evil. Both the court and the demons regard them as scourges." The poisonous Taoist said solemnly.

As a senior member of the Demon Control Division in the past, when he first entered the Demon Suppression Division, he was extremely uncomfortable with it.

The people of the Demon Suppression Division have a mentality that is close to that of demons. They are different from ordinary forces. They never put interests and gains and losses first. They even put their own development and the hatred of the Demon Control Division behind.

Their only belief is that all darkness in the world will return to the black coffin.

The Demon Suppressing Division is the absolute darkness beneath the light.

"You are really sick from riding on a horse." Zhou Dao couldn't help but spat when he heard this.

In fact, he didn't have much dealings with the Demon Suppression Department. After all, despite his high status, he could basically be regarded as a non-staff member of the Demon Control Department.

"Your status is not low, so be careful of the Demon Suppressor." The poisonous Taoist warned.

Once the cursed sun mark is cast on the body, if the caster dies, he will not survive.

Therefore, Zhou Dao's safety is now the biggest concern in his heart.

"Don't worry, I probably won't meet you." Zhou Dao shook his head.

"No." The poisonous Taoist shook his head.

"There is a system within the Demon Suppression Division. As long as the senior management of the Demon Control Division, they will try their best to contact them. Without exception, they will make careful plans for each person to let them move towards the Demon Suppression Division step by step."

Having said this, Taoist Poison's eyes flashed with sadness.

In fact, before he failed in the fight for the [Nine Divine Pillars], he had already had frequent contact with the Demon Suppressor.

Although these people are known as the mortal enemies of the Demon Control Division, they seem to have a kind of tempering in them. They are aware of the darkness, but people step into it unknowingly.

"I understand." Zhou Dao nodded, not paying too much attention.

He gave the poisonous Taoist a few words, asking him to collect [Taixu Qi] while not forgetting his old friends. It would be best to drag him into trouble together.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Dao controlled the [Yuanshi Sword], far away from Taixu, and his soul returned to his body.

Buzz…

On Yuanshi Mountain, in Yuxu Palace.

In the lingering incense, Zhou Dao's figure was illusory, and his body undulated slightly, conveying mysterious life fluctuations.

Everything that just happened seemed like a dream, like eternity, and also like experiencing a fleeting moment.

The bright moon sets in the west, seeming to bring an end to this unusual night.

…

On the outskirts of the capital, on the deserted Western Mountain.

In the distance, dry forest stands tall, and a burst of jackdaws startle, watching the passing night.

"Do you know how much noise there was tonight?"

Under the fading moonlight, Ma Zongkui walked slowly over, looking unkind.

The commotion tonight was too loud. As the most popular figure in the Ma family in the past, he had received the news as early as possible.

On Yuanshi Mountain, the demon descended into the world, and the dharma of the holy king appeared... Each and every one of them reflects the majesty of Zhou Dao.

You know, that's Ma Yinglong's brother, his mortal enemy.

"The Daosheng Demon Seed...the state of the Patriarch back then...it's a pity..."

The night breeze blew gently, blowing my clothes and hunting.

The man in black stood with his hands behind his back, his back facing Ma Zongkui. His face could not be seen clearly in the darkness, but his words were full of regret.

Hong Tianfu is dead. He was the strongest disciple of Tianshi Dao, but his luck was so bad that he even realized the realm of the Patriarch during the battle with King Yuan.

If you give him time, Tianshi Dao may not be able to return to the world and reach unprecedented heights.

It's a pity that he is already dead, died in the hands of King Yuan, and even the ancestor's magical weapon [Demon-Conquering Seal] was lost.

"Hong Tianfu is dead, and even the treasure passed down by your Heavenly Master Dao ancestors has been lost...you still want to make a comeback!?"

Ma Zongkui had a sullen face and had doubts about the cooperation between the two parties.

If the opponent didn't even have the power to kill Zhou Dao, how could he kill Ma Yinglong during the ceremony to open the Fengchan Tomb? ?

If Ma Yinglong is not dead, how can the position of King Fu fall on his head! ?

"Those are no longer important." The man in black robe said calmly.

"What does a mere Yuan Wang mean?"

The man in black robe sneered: "The [spiritual oil] provided by the Demon Suppression Division is enough to activate the [Sun Festival Great Spirit Master]. Such power is definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

"You mean..." Ma Zongkui's thoughts moved slightly.

"The Great Spirit Lord of the Ritual Festival is about to awaken. As long as you do as I say, all enemies standing in front of us will be reduced to ashes without any suspense."

The words of the man in black echoed in the dark night, revealing a trace of uncontrollable excitement.

"That's good!"

Ma Zongkui's eyes narrowed slightly, the sadness on his face dissipated a lot, and he immediately showed a smile.

"There's one more thing you need to do."

"Say it!"

"The Demon Suppressing Division is in trouble. You should have a lot of people in the capital to help keep an eye on Zhou Dao."

"Why are you staring at him?" Ma Zongkui raised his eyebrows and asked in a strange voice.

To be honest, he didn't really want to deal with the people from the Demon Suppression Division, let alone borrow his power.

"Two masters from the Demon Suppression Department have escaped and may come into contact with Zhou Dao. This is what they don't want to see." The man in black robe said directly.

"Two masters!?"

"Who?" Ma Zongkui couldn't help but ask.

"Star Lord and Moon Demon!"

"The Dark Lord's right-hand man!?" Ma Zongkui was surprised.

Star Lord Moon Demon, with a notorious reputation, is the two most powerful existences under the master of darkness. Ten years ago, he even escaped the pursuit of Yan Zhu.

They represent the will of the Dark Lord.

But the Dark Lord is one of the six demon lords of the Suppressing Demon Division. Since they wanted to contact Zhou Dao, why did the superiors of the Suppressing Demon Division stop them! ?

Ma Zongkui's face slightly condensed, showing a look of confusion.

"The will of the Dark Lord does not represent the will of the Demon Suppressor." The man in black robe said calmly.

"Besides, the Dark Lord..."

The words stopped abruptly here.

Ma Zongkui's thoughts moved slightly and he subconsciously asked: "What?"

"It's nothing...it will be good for you to handle this matter well and make good friends with the Demon Suppressor."

As he spoke, the man in black robe took a step forward, merged into the vast void, and disappeared.

"Stop your mother!" Ma Zongkui spat.

He was originally the proud son of the Ma family. Before Ma Yinglong was born, he was the only one who could assign others to do things. When had anyone ever assigned him this way?

"Just wait, as long as I kill Ma Yinglong, let's see how I cross the river and burn the bridge." Ma Zongkui sneered in his heart.

He was so arrogant that he would not allow others to use him as a weapon. He lifted up his robe, turned around and walked away, disappearing into the lonely night.

…

After a night of hard training, Zhou Dao had a deeper understanding of the [Breaking Realm].

Only after practice can one understand the horror and danger of this realm.

It’s no wonder that throughout the ages, anyone who wants to comprehend such a state must have an expert to protect him and stay in concentration. Otherwise, the world is vast, and if he encounters a vicious person like the Poisonous Taoist, he will inevitably end up with his soul destroyed.

After a long night of hard work, it’s natural to reward yourself.

At dawn, Zhou Dao took Wang Xiaoyi and appeared on Lingyang Street in Nancheng.

I have long heard that a new beef offal shop has opened here, and the taste is very good. The soup base is made from eighteen medicinal herbs inherited from the ancestors, and the meat selected is a calf that has just turned 100 days old.

"Xingyue Cattle Shop!?"

Zhou Dao stood in front of the shop and glanced up. Among all the streets in Nuo, this shop was the only one that opened the earliest. The hot mist mixed with the alluring fragrance almost filled half of the street.

"I heard that their soup is an old soup. After three o'clock every day, medicinal materials are added and it is cooked until the morning light."

Wang Xiaoyi said, but his appetite was already whetted.

Last month's "Shiweitian Tabloid" introduced this shop three times.

It is said that their soup can nourish yin and qi, promote blood circulation and nourish the skin, strengthen bones and produce essence, and promote yang and kidney.

There are many wealthy families nearby who come every morning to bring home a bowl of soup for appetizer.

"It really smells great!"

Zhou Dao couldn't help but walked in.

At this time, the shop had just opened and the benches, tables and chairs had not yet been placed.

Three scented plants have been lit on the incense table in the northeast corner.

It is not uncommon for those who open their doors to do business to burn incense, place tables, and worship the God of Wealth.

But this shop is particularly strange. What they enshrine is a dark tablet with no words on it.

"What kind of doorway is this!?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but ask.

"Maybe it's some heresy." Wang Xiaoyi glanced at it and said casually.

Many small business traders among the people sometimes worship demons and immortals to attract popularity and make their business prosper.

After all, it is easy to enter a big temple but hard to find gods.

Those serious gods open the door to convenience and have many beliefs. Naturally, it is impossible to cover everything and respond to all requests.

However, those demons and fairies are different. As long as they find the right way, they can almost respond to any request.

At that time, the reason why Lao Wang's steamed bun shop in Ping'an Town was booming was because their ancestors once supported a fox fairy, and the business was booming.

Later, when the fox fairy gained Taoism, he was about to travel far away. Before leaving, he even left a recipe for the descendants of Lao Wang's family to mix into the stuffing of steamed buns, which would ensure a prosperous business and prosperity for future generations.

People like this who have found the right path also pay attention to good fortune. After all, many goddesses on the market who pretend to be demons and immortals are all scammers.

Therefore, as the old saying goes, it is difficult to enter a small temple and easy to find gods.

"This business is so prosperous, I think it's almost likely that we will come to Shanmen." Wang Xiaoyi muttered in a low voice.

"I don't see it."

Zhou Dao shook his head. He was a master of Taoism. What kind of demonic incense could be hidden from his eyes.

"Mother, it's time to boil the pot."

At this moment, a loud voice came from behind.

On the stove in front of the door, a beautiful woman with a hot figure walked out. She was dressed in coarse cloth and did not wear makeup, but her charm was still there, making her even more enchanting.

"I kind of know why this business is so good." Wang Xiaoyi grinned.

call……

The beautiful woman opened the lid of the pot, and the hot mist rose like a long dragon, rushed out the door, and filled the street.

At this moment, the ground rumbled and shook, and a strong man with a naked upper body came out from behind. He had dark skin and strong muscles, and he was carrying a calf in one hand.

"This man is so strong!" Wang Xiaoyi frowned slightly. ,

These two calves weigh more than three hundred kilograms, one in each hand! ?

Ordinary people don't have such strength.

As soon as the strong man walked out, his sharp eyes fell on the only two guests.

"Mother, close the door. We won't do other people's business today." The man put down the calf and said calmly.

As soon as she finished speaking, the beautiful woman had already covered up her facade.

"Boss, did you close your doors so early in the morning?"

"Prince Yuan is here, how can there be any reason to greet other people?"

The man walked to the stove, picked up the knife that had been used for an unknown period of time, stroked the edge, and smiled.