Chapter 767 Taoist Yuanshi Appears! The Master Is Here

There was dead silence in the teahouse.

The scarlet red and minced meat all over the ground were like sharp knives, dazzling everyone's eyes.

No one saw Zhou Dao take action, and the arrogant Shen Congzhi exploded on the spot and disappeared without a sound, not even leaving a whole body behind.

How domineering and terrifying is this?

Faced with such crushing strength, even Shen Congzhi's master, the old man with his face covered in blood, couldn't help but look at Zhou Dao.

After Shen Congzhi died, the magical power left by the Tao King could fall on him.

That is a secret technique that can use people to refine medicine, transform it into golden elixirs, and swallow up all their cultivation and magic.

The way of heaven is to make up for the loss and make up for the deficiency.

With this great skill, he can become one of the few masters in the world in just ten years.

Thinking of this, the old man looked at Zhou Dao and quickly thanked him.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for helping me..."

"You are not a good person either." Zhou Dao glanced at him.

The old man choked up before he finished speaking, and his pale face turned red.

As a disciple of Longhu Mountain, has he ever been in such a mess as he is today?

"The opportunity of the Tao King?" Zhou Dao sneered: "Leave all the dharma in future generations, good and evil are confused, and the one who succeeds will be great, and he will be a Tao King."

This is the opportunity left by the Tao King, allowing those who come after him to fight for life and death, regardless of good or evil, the winner will be the king or the loser.

It formed a cause and effect and became his blessing.

Even if the King of Dao is not here, all sentient beings’ thoughts will surely move and remain in the world of mortals.

Preach the world, whether it is good or evil, fight, seize, kill, refine... The waves wash away the sand, and the ones left behind are the ones loved by the way of heaven, where the cause and effect are, and they share the king of the way.

This is the overall situation that runs through the ages. The most terrifying supernatural power in ancient times is used as a resource for all living beings in future generations.

"let's go."

Zhou Dao stood up, and the influence of King Dao was more terrifying than he imagined.

Rather than saying that he left hope for future generations and opportunities available to everyone, it is better to say that what he left behind was the inner demons of all sentient beings.

The power within reach, the good or evil creation, as long as you think in your heart, there will be a response, just like the sky and the Tao.

This is the Tao King, who has been destroyed for five lifetimes, yet is everywhere.

As more and more people get the opportunity to be a Taoist king, Wang Tong's reputation becomes more and more powerful, and the momentum is as high as the sky.

This is also a kind of practice and an evolution.

For Lin Jie, this was not good news.

Zhou Dao wants to find his senior brother as soon as possible.

Everyone looked at Zhou Daoyuan's retreating figure and finally breathed a sigh of relief, while curiosity arose in their hearts.

It stands to reason that such a young master is by no means an unknown person. Now that he appears in Wu Dao Mountain, he must be here for the battle on September 9th.

"I see why that young man looks so familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere."

"I also had an impression when you said it. Not long ago... By the way, Shiwandashan. I saw this person at Shiwandashan. He is..."

"Taoist Yuanshi... you can't be wrong, he is Taoist Yuanshi."

A name suddenly popped up in everyone's ears.

Suddenly, the whole tea house was boiling.

He rose like a comet, shining brightly in the starry sky, from being unknown to becoming famous all over the world. The degree of his sudden emergence was more violent and direct than the Yuan King back then.

Hundreds of thousands of mountains, three religions and nine streams are mixed together. Compared to the legend of King Yuan who has lived in the capital for a long time, the style of Yuanshi Taoist has been seen by many people.

This man rushed out like a dark horse, slaying Taoist Huoyun, suppressing Black Sky Sect Qi Liuyun, defeating the Green Dragon Lion King, and slaughtering the Jiuyuan Mountain lineage.

In the battle at Luolu Mountain, he was alone against the Qingqiu Fox King, the Bright Ape King and the Black Mountain Jiao King, and killed him with nearly crushing power.

The seven king flags of the demon clan represent the future, but most of them were destroyed by Yuanshi Taoist in his life.

Each and every one of them demonstrates his power and terror.

Ever since Shiwandashan became famous, everyone in the world has said that with Yuanshi's magical power and leadership, among his peers, only Zhou Dao and Wang Tong can rival him.

Now, on the ninth day of September, the battle is approaching, and this young talent has finally arrived.

"Oh my god, he is really Taoist Yuanshi. During the battle at Jiuyuan Mountain that day, I saw with my own eyes that he tore the Azure Dragon Lion King in half. His blood flowed like a river, and his killing spree was shocking."

"I have seen his grace in the Qimen Pavilion. He suppressed Qi Liuyun of the Black Sky Sect with one hand and beat him to the dilemma of life and death. Even Ming Cangxuan respected him."

"The scariest thing was the battle at Luopo Mountain. He was the one who picked out the three kings' flags."

The teahouse was becoming more and more lively. Compared with Zhou Dao, who had lived in the capital for a long time, Wang Tong, whose whereabouts were erratic and mysterious, and Lin Jie, who was not visible in the landscape.

Yuanshi Taoist, who once appeared in Shiwanda Mountain, was obviously closer to them.

His reputation was gained through fighting, and many people saw it with his own eyes that day.

"He is Taoist Yuanshi!?" The old man murmured, then sneered.

What does this have to do with him? After the rebel is dead, he can capture the monks and refine the golden elixir.

At this moment, in his eyes, these people in the teahouse are no longer the same kind, but are pieces of medicine that are enough to help him practice.

"die!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in the old man's ears.

The latter's eyes widened, and before he could realize what had happened, his body suddenly exploded, turning into a pool of flesh and blood that scattered in all directions just like his traitor.

The originally bustling teahouse fell into dead silence again, and everyone looked at each other with confusion, only fear on their faces.

…

"The old guy is dead?"

Walking in Fangshi, Wang Xiaoyi suddenly asked.

"Why do you still keep it?" Zhou Daoning whispered softly.

At this moment, his attention was not on the two masters and disciples just now.

"Elder brother should have arrived." Zhou Dao muttered in his heart.

According to Taoist Panlong, since Wudao Mountain was once a corner of the Sunset Sect, as the senior brother, he should have come to explore the way very early.

"Xiao Yi, have you contacted the people from the Monster Control Department?" Zhou Dao suddenly asked.

The Monster Control Division monitors the world and is the largest organization in the Qin Dynasty. Especially its intelligence capabilities are even higher than those of the Six Great Sects.

Zhou Dao came to Wudao Mountain alone, so it was naturally impossible for him to let go of this power.

With his current level, he can mobilize almost all resources within the Demon Control Department.

"I contacted him as soon as I arrived. He is a black-gold-level spy." Wang Xiaoyi said in a low voice.

The intelligence agency of the Demon Control Department has its own system, but like the Demon Slayer Guards, it is also hierarchical.

The lowest-level spies are the black iron-level agents, who are usually found in town-level areas. Their identities are also extremely secretive. They may be the bustard of the flower shop, the owner of the tofu shop, or the janitor of the academy.

Further up are bronze, silver, gold, red gold, and the highest level of black gold.

A black-gold level secret agent whose strength has reached the Tao realm.

There are very few secret agents of this level, and their status in the Demon Control Department is extremely high, and only a few high-level officials can mobilize them.

This time when Zhou Daoyuan came to Wudao Mountain, he obtained the authorization from the general manager Lu Xianyou, and was able to mobilize such a level of secret agents.

It can be seen that since he was awarded the title of king, his status has increased day by day.

"Wait ahead."

Zhou Dao randomly picked a roadside tea shop, sat down with Wang Xiaoyi, and ordered a pot of tea and two plates of snacks.

"The two guests are coming from the capital?"

At this moment, the boss came over and greeted with a smile.

He has a big belly and a triple chin, but his chubby face is extremely smooth, like a peeled egg.

"The boss has a good eye." Zhou Dao couldn't help but say.

"Hehe, this guest's clothes are made from [Tian Yi Fang], which has always been only for officials and aristocratic families." The boss sat down with a smile.

"Master Yuan Wang just came to Wudao Mountain and killed people to establish his authority. He is really impressive."

"Who are you?" Zhou Dao's expression changed slightly.

The person in front of him actually saw his origin at a glance, even knew what he had done a moment ago, and even understood his identity as a Taoist Yuanshi.

This is simply incredible.

"My subordinate Jin Shengqian is the black gold secret agent of the Demon Control Division." The boss secretly transmitted the message.

"Black Gold Secret Agent!?" Zhou Dao was slightly moved.

Who would have thought that this humble tea shop owner would be a black gold secret agent of the Yuyao Division, a Taoist level master.

"The golden detective is really good at it." Zhou Dao had to sigh.

"Hehe, this is what I eat." Jin Shengqian grinned.

"King Yuan summoned his subordinates. What do you want to ask?"

"Do you know where Lin Jie is?" Zhou Dao got straight to the point without any unnecessary nonsense.

"I know." Jin Shengqian replied.

"A few days ago, a secret space appeared in Tianjian Gorge deep in Wudao Mountain. I heard that there was a large tomb inside. At that time, masters from Taiyi Sect, Black Sky Sect, and Longhu Mountain were all there... Lin Jie insisted on killing him Go in..."

"That big tomb seems to be extremely crucial to him. Now the masters of the three major sects have arrived, and a dragnet has been set up to kill him, waiting for him to come out."

"Is this what Wang Tong means?" Zhou Dao's face turned cold.

"That's not true. Wang Tong hasn't shown up yet. This man is extremely ambitious and attaches great importance to this battle. How could he send people to kill the enemy first before the battle." Jin Shengqian said.

"I know, thank you."

Zhou Dao stood up and was about to leave. Now that he had discovered Lin Jie's location, he didn't want to hang around for a moment.

"Brother Dao, the masters from the three major sects are here. I'm afraid it's a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. Do you want to send some manpower?" Wang Xiaoyi chased after him.

"No need." Zhou Dao shook his head and walked towards the depths of Enlightenment Mountain.

"Do you want your fortune told, little friend?"

At this moment, a leisurely voice came from the side and called Zhou Dao.

Zhou Dao subconsciously stopped and turned around to look.

Beside the road, there was a fortune-telling stall, and in front of the stall sat a middle-aged man with a face like a jade, a beard reaching to his chest, looking like a scribe.

"Fortune telling? There are so many monks gathering here at Wu Dao Mountain, but there are still people setting up stalls here to tell fortunes?" Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help laughing.

"Monks are also human beings. As long as they are human beings, they cannot control their own destiny, so they naturally seek fate from heaven." The middle-aged scribe looked at Wang Xiaoyi, his eyes gleaming.

"I see this little friend, with a peach blossom face, has endless spring in his life. After the age of twenty-five, life will turn around and he may encounter a catastrophe."

The middle-aged scribe shook the folding fan in his hand and looked at Wang Xiaoyi.

"However, your nobles are in the west. If you go west, you will have great achievements."

"Hehe, you are not blind and your heart is not blind, why are you talking nonsense?" Wang Xiaoyi sneered, pulling Zhou Dao to leave.

However, Zhou Dao became interested and walked straight to the fortune-telling booth.

"Fortune telling? By coincidence, I also met a fortune teller in the capital not long ago."

"Come with us?" the middle-aged scribe smiled.

"No, he's a little bastard."

A figure appeared in Zhou Dao's mind, a young man in a green shirt, telling fortunes and setting up a stall.

That man named Li Xuan, Zhou Dao felt extraordinary when he first met him that day. Who would have thought that this man was Wang Tong, the strongest descendant of Longhu Mountain.

After just a quick farewell, Zhou Dao could no longer taste the charm of that man.

"We are really colleagues." The middle-aged scribe smiled.

"So, you are an old magician?" Zhou Dao said lightly.

“If you believe it, you have it; if you don’t believe it, you don’t have it.”

The middle-aged scribe spread out the white paper, lit up his pen and ink, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Take a word test."

Zhou Dao thought for a moment, picked up a pen, and wrote the word "Lin" on the white paper.

"The word "little friend" is very scrawled. It seems that I have been lonely since I was a child and have no education from my elders." The middle-aged scribe picked up the paper and looked at it carefully.

Wang Xiaoyi's eyes narrowed slightly and he met Zhou Dao.

"However, although the words are cursive, they are full of energy, like clouds filling the sky, and longer than the sky. I am afraid that my achievements are not low, and I have the appearance of a prince."

"Fortune teller, there's no need to say New Year greetings, let's be practical." Wang Xiaoyi interrupted the other party's words.

The middle-aged scribe smiled slightly, put down the paper, looked at Zhou Dao, and sat down leisurely.

"My little friend, are you here to look for someone?"

"Where did you see it?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but asked with his heart moving.

"That's what the word says." The middle-aged scribe clicked on the word "Lin".

"Looking at the mountains and looking into the woods... My little friend came to Wudao Mountain from afar, probably looking for someone."

"I would like to ask, how is this person's luck?" Zhou Dao thought for a while and asked.

"Two trees form a forest, but a single tree cannot support itself. If this person is alone, he is afraid that his fortune will be bad and his fate will be catastrophic." The middle-aged scribe said calmly.

"Nonsense." Wang Xiaoyi said solemnly: "I also said that two trees make a forest, and good things come in pairs."

The middle-aged scribe shook his head and pointed at the word "Lin".

"Look, little friends, the character 'Lin' looks like two characters for '人', with a sword stuck on each head. I think this man is destined to have a brother. If there is a war, the two of them will be robbed together..." "

"What a disaster! What a disaster!"

"What a magic stick." Zhou Dao stood up, dropped a piece of gold and left.

"My friend, please slow down."

"What else?"

"You haven't paid me the hexagram money yet."

Zhou Dao raised his eyebrows and looked at the gold on the table.

The middle-aged scribe smiled.

"I tell people's fortunes and never accept yellow or white things."

"Old magician, what do you want?" Wang Xiaoyi asked dissatisfied.

This poor fortune teller never had a good word to say from the beginning to the end, and he couldn't help but want to step forward and slap him twice.

"Since it's fortune telling, it's natural to give life for life."

The middle-aged scribe smiled slightly.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were spinning, and Zhou Dao's expression suddenly changed. He felt that the world was like a bag, and all living beings, like countless dust, including him and Wang Xiaoyi, were about to fall into the bag through the small hole.

"What kind of magical power is this!?"

"Hahaha, Lu Zu, I haven't seen you for so many years, and now you're bullying the junior."

At this moment, a burst of arrogant laughter burst into Zhou Dao's ears.

When he came to his senses, he was still standing in front of the fortune-telling stall. Not far away, an old Taoist priest who looked like a beggar came over, his eyes were drunk and he had a wine gourd hanging around his waist.

"master!!"