Outside the quiet room, Taoist disciple Chen Wan was waiting anxiously. He had just once again conveyed the contents of the invitation from Wutong Mountain into the quiet room.
Since Xu Dao went into seclusion, Xu Dao's behavior at the banquet immediately became known to everyone in the city, which made Taoist disciple Chen Wan shocked and worried.
This person originally thought that Xu Dao was testing him by asking him to leave the city to avoid trouble, but he didn't expect that the things Xu Dao committed were really serious.
What frightened Chen Wan even more was that the next day, invitations were sent from Wutong Mountain, inviting Xu Dao to go up the mountain to talk. Strange faces lingered around the shop from time to time, and they were obviously being targeted.
"The master is so courageous that he even killed the demon envoy with a hammer. Now that the Five Path Priests are invited, I don't know what to do..."
Taoist disciple Chen Wan was pacing back and forth in the backyard. Even though the business of the Talisman Store had surged recently and the money was flowing in, he could not erase the uneasiness in his heart.
The only thing that comforted him was that the Taoist priests did not use violence. Therefore, Taoist disciple Chen Wan thought to himself: "Maybe the master is really the demon envoy. He must have kept his name anonymous for now. He must have his own considerations."
After cheering up a little, Taoist disciple Chen Wan saw that there was no movement in the quiet room, so he prepared to leave again.
But when he just took steps, there was a clicking sound from the entrance and exit of the quiet room, and white mist leaked out, rolling and surging, like a huge white flower blooming in the backyard.
There was a soft sound of footsteps, and two figures walked out of the mist. They were Xu Dao and Su Jiu.
Xu Dao is tall and tall, wearing a gray Taoist robe, the style is ordinary and simple, but Gu Panshenfei, his lips are red and his teeth are white, and there is a delicate black iron golden melon hammer hanging on his waist.
Taoist disciple Chen Wan turned around, his face slightly dull, but it was Xu Dao who took the lead and called out: "Shopkeeper Chen, I haven't seen you for a few days. You are well."
He stood with a smile on his face, his demeanor was calm, and the sight of him made people forget about vulgarity.
Taoist disciple Chen Wan recovered from his shock and was immediately overjoyed: "Master, you are out of seclusion!"
"Exactly." Xu Dao walked towards him, nodded casually, waved his hand and said, "Where is the original invitation? Show it to Pindao."
"Yes, yes, here it is." Chen Wandao hurriedly took out a gold-gilded blood-red post from the storage bag on his waist.
After these few days of seclusion, Xu Dao completely isolated the inside and outside in order to prevent the prying eyes of Xiaoxiao and Shezhao Taoist priests. Every time Taoist disciple Chen Wan sent a letter, he would write it out in ordinary letters before passing it into the secret room.
Xu Dao took the invitation sent by the Shezhao Taoist priests, touched it briefly, and found a few strange traces of Qi on it. He judged in his heart: "The foundation-building magic power is really the invitation sent by those Taoist priests."
After identifying the authenticity, Xu Dao opened it, and before he could read it, the handwriting on the invitation suddenly turned into a black mist and rushed towards Xu Dao, making him cry like a ghost.
Ah ah ah ah ah!
The shrill sound sounded, causing Taoist disciple Chen Wan next to him to have his ears ringing. He was temporarily deafened and his face turned pale.
But there was a cold snort, Xu Dao held the invitation and made no move, and the auras on his body surged up, blocking the black mist outside.
"It's really a fraud and has bad intentions."
This black energy is nothing else, it is actually a trace of strange true energy, and there is also evil energy in it, which can shock people's minds and disturb their magic power. It is not something that ordinary Taoist disciples can resist.
Just this invitation, if not noticed for a moment, can seriously injure or even take the life of a later Taoist disciple.
Although Xu Dao didn't seem to care much about the little tricks on the invitation, he was actually awestruck in his heart. Those who can use evil spirits are Taoist priests who have reached the realm of condensing evil spirits in the middle stage of foundation building.
And although he has already built the foundation physically now, he is only at the stage of establishing the foundation in the early stage of foundation building. The difference between the two realms is a mana gap of several decades.
"I wonder how many of the five Shezhao Taoist priests are Ningsha Taoist priests, and whether there are any Taoist priests who are in the realm of Gang Refining in the late stage of foundation establishment..."
After thinking for a while, Xu Dao's mood dropped.
Fortunately, it is not that he has not seen the tricks of the Shezhao Taoist priests. Based on the performance of this group of Taoist priests in the Shezhao Dragon Palace, he is now building a foundation with a physical body and has a foundation-building magic weapon in hand. It should not be difficult to escape and save his life.
What's more important is that Xu Dao now still has the confidence to pretend to be the demon envoy of Jiangzhou.
In the past few days, although he failed to force out the foundation building method of Erhai Dao Palace from Lei Liangxiao, he still learned a lot of secondary information from the other party's mouth.
Among them are some information about the Wu court and why this person was appointed to Jiangzhou City.
It turns out that for some unknown reason, the southwest boundary has never been taken seriously by the Wu court. In other words, both Dang Yaosi and Erhai Dao Palace have ignored the southwest direction intentionally or unintentionally, and it is almost like an enclave.
Lei Liangxiao's mission to Jiangzhou City was already the Wu court's biggest intervention in Jiangzhou City in recent years. Although the court had dealt with it in the past years, it had always been taboo, and it was just based on common customs.
In order to ensure the smoothness and safety of Lei Liangxiao's mission, the Dangyao Division gave Lei Liangxiao great authority. In order to prevent him from being intercepted, he even concealed the news, face, route, etc. for Lei Liangxiao, only informing him.
Jiangcheng is rough and used as a joint.
All other matters are left to Lei Liangxiao's own decision. There is no need to rush, and the number of years is not specified.
In such a mission, Dang Yaosi is more like sending a secret spy, and Lei Liangxiao's mission is closer to that of a secret spy.
Although the other party could not tell the specific task directly, Xu Dao speculated based on what the person said that it should be to instigate the relationship between the Shezhao Taoist priests and the Yaksha Sect, so that they could join forces vertically and horizontally to disrupt the southwest boundary.
The power of practice.
Thinking in his mind, Xu Dao recalled the scene when Lei Liangxiao died tragically. He thought to himself: "I just uttered a few words and died on the spot. It should be that a secret spell was cast specially. Fortunately, I didn't ask important questions at first."
Instead of making insinuations about the content, you would be completely blind now."
Although he didn't learn the foundation-building technique he wanted most from Lei Liangxiao, he did get good news from the other party. It would take at least a month or two for the Monster Control Division to send someone over, and it might even not happen at all.
I don’t know about Lei Liangxiao’s death.
Xu Dao can pretend to be the demon envoy of Jiangcheng calmly.
Coupled with the coincidence, he happened to be able to master the "Yin Thunder Method in the Palm of Tanzhong". From the moment Lei Liangxiao died, he was already a "genuine" Jiangcheng Demon Envoy.
"Jie Jie!" Suddenly there was a loud laugh.
After the black mist that attacked Xu Dao couldn't do anything to him, it suddenly changed into an ugly human face and said: "Congratulations to fellow Taoist for coming out of seclusion. Please come to Wutong Mountain to gather together. I'm waiting for you!"
After the human face finished speaking, he chuckled, and the black mist dispersed and suddenly disappeared.
But with Xu Dao's sharp eyes, he could clearly see a trace of black smoke suddenly jumping up into the sky and shooting in a certain direction, probably to send a message.
This thread of black smoke was moving very fast and could not be stopped, and Xu Dao did not try to hide the news that he had escaped from seclusion. He just looked at it twice and then withdrew his gaze.
Looking back at the two people behind him, Xu Dao found that Su Jiu was in good condition, but Chen Wan had low magic power and was a little overwhelmed by the invitation, so he took the initiative to release magic to help him stabilize his spirit and recover.
After a while, Taoist disciple Chen Wan gratefully handed over his hands: "Thank you, Master!"
With a chuckle, Xu Dao returned: "Since there is nothing to do, Pindao will go visit the five channel chiefs."
"You two can just watch the store." After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and robe, and the sword energy all over his body shot up, and he took off in the direction of Wutong Mountain.
Although this trip was safe, Xu Dao thought to himself that it was not the Hongmen Banquet, but after all, he was rushing to the dojo of other Taoist priests. There was some risk, so he left Su Jiu and Chen Wan in the shop.
In order to prevent the two of them from being killed by the Shezhao Taoist priests out of anger, or dragging him into fighting with the Taoist priests.
Xu Dao had also told Su Jiu in advance that if something unexpected happened, he would have given a signal and the two of them would have left the city to escape on their own.
There was a strong wind blowing in the backyard of the Fu shop, and in the blink of an eye, Xu Dao disappeared from the eyes of the two people.
After Xu Dao flew away, Taoist disciple Chen Wan cautiously greeted Su Jiu next to him and exchanged a few words.
Then he slapped his head, hurriedly took out a few old invitations from the storage bag, quickly threw them on the ground, and hid far away.
A talisman was played, and after burning the invitation completely, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The other side.
Xu Daozong flew his sword and continued to think about how to deal with the five Shezhao Taoist priests. His speed was neither fast nor slow. In about half an hour, he arrived at Wutong Mountain, the largest mountain near Jiangzhou City.
This mountain was not originally called "Wutong", but had another name, but when five Taoist priests occupied it, it was changed to Wutong.
Xu Daofei came in front of the mountain and looked at the direction of the mountain, as well as the formations and other objects on the mountain. His first sight was that he saw a red light on the top of the mountain, and the resentment was so shocking that his eyelids twitched.
Xu Dao was shocked and thought to himself: "Although I heard that these guys often go down the mountain to play tricks and kidnap brides, I haven't heard that a large number of mortals nearby have gone missing... How can there be so much resentment?"
He looked carefully and found that the resentment on the top of the mountain was deep-rooted and could not be accumulated in a day and night. It must be the result of years and months.
Wutong Mountain was originally beautiful, but before it was occupied by five Taoist priests, many literati and poets from Jiangcheng would come to the mountain to write poems and compose poems. The feng shui was very good, but now it is shrouded in blood-red resentment and has turned into a dangerous place.
The earth's aura is so ferocious that mortals may not be able to see anything with their naked eyes, but Taoists, animals, and other creatures all avoid this place for fear of coming.
Under the sunlight, the grass and trees in the mountains emit a lifeless, oily green light. The animals do not scream and the birds do not sing, which is very strange.
But since Xu Dao has already arrived here, he still wants to see the methods of several Taoist priests, so how can he stop moving forward?
Xu Dao stepped in the air, waved his sleeves and robes, roared loudly, and laughed again:
"The poor Taoist Lei Liangxiao, come and pay homage to the mountain!"
The sound rolled like thunder and spread for ten miles. The whole person stood in the air, a height higher than the mountain, and there were fine electric lights all over his body, as if the god of thunder and lightning was standing in the air.
After Xu Dao's words fell, the miasma on the mountain rolled, claws and fangs spread, and slowly formed a ladder of clouds and mist. The passage opened and extended into the mountain.
And someone replied in a muffled voice: "The envoy is here, but he is not welcomed from a distance. I would like to invite fellow Taoists to come to the mountain to gather together."
Xu Dao's eyes were bright and he looked at the opening of the ladder, but the inside was blurry and he couldn't see the scene clearly.
He pondered for a moment and then said: "Yes."
Then he fluttered his sleeves and flew into the miasma.
As soon as Xu Dao's body entered, the miasma that had been separated immediately closed together, like a giant creature closing its mouth, and the mist rolled and squirmed, as if it was chewing.
The surrounding light was dim, and for a moment Xu Dao thought he had come to Black Mountain again, but he looked calm and fearless. After landing on the top of Yunzhong Mountain, he looked up and found a temple not far away.
The green-shaped blue tiles of the temple are neither large nor small, with flying eaves and brackets, giving it a Taoist air. Especially when it is hidden in the thick miasma of the mountain mist, it is even more mysterious.
But when Xu Dao glanced over, he found that it was lifeless inside. Thick blood photons rose behind the temple. Looking at the source, it should be the backyard of the temple.
He stood in front of the temple, and with a creaking sound, the dark red door opened inward. There were two figures of his men hiding behind the door, standing coweringly.
"Welcome the envoy to enter!"
The muffled sound came from the doorway again, as if the whole temple was talking and calling him.
Xu Dao pressed the pumpkin hammer on his waist and drove straight in. He stepped on the bluestone and walked to the temple. He found that the temple was deserted and there was no one else except the two boys who opened the door.
Pa-ta-ta, the only sound of his walking was heard in the surroundings. The fog above was misty and rolling, as if there was a huge thing swimming in it.
Xu Dao quietly suppressed his mind, and found that after entering here, after quietly letting his consciousness go out to explore, he actually felt faintly suppressed.
He raised his head and looked straight ahead. What appeared in his eyes was a tall hall filled with smoke and candlelight. There was a small table in the middle.
There were red steamed buns and green buns piled on the table, a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and a futon under the table. It was obviously prepared for Xu Dao and he was invited to come over for a banquet.
On top of the small table, there are five shadows, which are five statues of gods, each with the heads of toads, scorpions, snakes, bats, and geckos. They are high above, looking down at the center of the main room.
No one made a sound around him, but it seemed as if there was an invisible force around him that was driving Xu Dao to continue walking forward, step into the hall, and sit at the banquet table.
But just when he was about to cross the threshold, Xu Dao stepped on the outside of the threshold and paused.