Outside Zhengyang Fucheng, there is Tongxuan Mountain.
Originally, this mountain had no name, but because there is a Tongxuan Temple on the mountain, which is quite efficacious, so the mountain is not high, but has an immortal name, so it is called Tongxuan Mountain.
It was still early in the morning, it had rained all night, the steps were damp, and water was dripping from the grass on the roadside.
Fang Xian walked slowly upward step by step.
At the same time, he was also looking at the attribute column:
The robbery data in the next row has increased again.
"Why did you save Chun Yuyun last night and add another wave of calamity to me? No, no, if I were not here, then Ning Boshang would have been hacked to death, maybe he gave it to him? If this person doesn't die, he will be killed again in the future.
Brewing a disaster?"
"This kind of initiative to cultivate the sons of great tribulation and wait for the opportunity to harvest them seems to be a shortcut for alchemists to practice... But I clearly didn't want to do this..."
At the end of the steps is a huge Taoist temple.
There is a huge incense burner on the square, and behind it is the hall dedicated to the ancestors and gods. There are at least a hundred wing rooms on both sides.
At this time, several Taoist boys were holding brooms and other objects and began to sweep.
"It's big enough, but I don't know if it has what I want."
Fang Xian groaned, came to the Taoist temple, and stopped to stand.
"This good believer wants to come to offer incense? The Taoist temple is not open yet..."
A Taoist boy asked.
"No, I came here for other important matters and asked to see the abbot."
The abbot, the person who presides over affairs, is not unique to the Brahma sect.
In Taoist temples, from the abbot on down, there are also deacons such as high officials, hall masters, hall masters, acquaintances, inspectors, patrolmen, supervisors, secretaries, bookkeepers, accountants and other deacons.
Next down are the ordinary Taoist disciples, these boys are just the lowest level.
"How can you see our abbot?"
At this time, a Taoist priest came over. He still smelled of alcohol, as if he had just woken up from a hangover and was a little tired of getting out of bed.
He saw that Fang Xian was wearing a cloth shirt, which was very rough. It looked like he was not a high-ranking person. He swatted Fang Xian a few times with his big hand as if to shoo away flies: "It's not the time to beg for food, so hurry up and hurry up."
Click!
Before he finished speaking, Fang Xian grabbed the Taoist's wrist and broke it directly.
Immediately, he threw the Taoist into the incense burner with another gentle throw. Fortunately, there was no cigarette in the incense burner. The Taoist was not dead for a while, but his limbs were definitely broken.
"So how serious is this matter now? Why don't you call someone quickly?"
Fang Xian said to the frightened Taoist boy. He watched the other person run into the temple in a hurry, making a sound like a ghost crying or a wolf howling, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
He thought clearly, demons have their own ways.
As a monster, you should do whatever you want.
Moreover, during this period of time, it seems that we have also found out clearly.
'In this world, I am the only one who can do anything. I am really... lonely!'
Fang Xian stood with his hands behind his back and saw two rows of martial arts men coming out, holding long swords, wooden sticks and other weapons, surrounding him.
Another old Taoist came out, his eyes were as gentle as jade, and he looked at Fang Xian: "Who are you, and why do you want to embarrass me in Tongxuan Guan?"
"Who are you?" Fang Xian asked.
"Pindao Tonghezi is the abbot of Benguan. Don't you know Pindao?" Tonghezi's expression was very strange.
Tongxuan Temple is located near Fucheng, and the public security is good, without any trouble from bandits. He is also on good terms with dignitaries, and there is no official embarrassment.
I heard before that I thought I was a well-known person in the martial arts world. Although there were not many provocations, I could always meet one or two every few years. I raised so many martial arts people just to guard against this.
of.
But now, this person has never even heard of his own name. Could it be that he guessed wrong?
"I have nothing else to ask for. I just want to take a look at all the classics of Tongxuan Temple. I also have some questions. I hope you can answer them truthfully..." Fang Xian said the purpose leisurely and almost made Tonghezi angry.
"Arrogant...arrogant! Capture this madman for me!"
Tonghezi is also a famous master in the martial arts world, and his martial arts skills are unfathomable. However, at this time, he did not do it himself, but prepared to watch the immortal's martial arts skills.
But the next moment, his eyes widened in surprise.
I saw a figure standing in the field, his fists dancing like iron pestles, smashing each martial artist away.
Anyone who was hit by his punch fell to the ground, unable to scream.
There is no enemy with one punch!
'This martial arts... is invincible in the world!'
Fang Xian knocked down the last person and looked at Tonghezi: "The classics... should I borrow them or not?"
Tonghezi took a few steps back and entered the main hall: "Why do lay people need to be so aggressive?"
"Everything in the world is available for you to take and ask for!"
Fang Xian strode over.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the world of martial arts and became the White Tiger Immortal Lord who dominated the world with his fists.
There was silence in the main hall.
On the huge altar, an unknown god is enshrined, and on both sides are fierce and fierce guardian gods.
Fang Xian didn't know anything about the origin of Taoism in this world, so naturally he couldn't recognize it.
But after stepping here, his heart moved and he felt an unusual atmosphere.
Daluo Cave Mystical Observation was running, and no fatal danger was found, so I just let it go.
"Please help me, uncles!"
At this time, in the hall, I don’t know when there were several dying old Taoists, holding magic weapons and dancing wildly, as if they were performing some kind of mysterious prayer ceremony.
"The thirty-seventh generation of disciples unite and ask the true patriarch to help suppress it!"
Tonghezi had long seen that Fang Xian was unmatched in martial arts. At this moment, he turned his parallel fingers into a sword, recited the magic formula, and pointed towards Fang Xian.
Fang Xian suddenly felt a powerful force, coming like an overwhelming force, acting on him, making his joints crack and his clothes split.
"The power of incense? The power of Shinto? It's quite interesting..."
He thought to himself: "This world is not completely free of demons? It's just... too weak! Too weak!"
Thinking of this, Fang Xian straightened his back and stared at the statue.
Click!
On his body, the clothes turned into butterflies, flying in pieces.
"puff!"
Tonghezi and several other veterans felt like they were being hammered hard, and they spat out a mouthful of their hard-earned blood.
This kind of Taoist magic requires the cooperation of time, place and people, and it is not very powerful. It is not Fang Xian's opponent at this time.
Tonghezi, who fell to the ground, looked up, but was stunned. He couldn't help but rub his eyes.
What did he see?
A white ape? A standing white ape?
"Are you...a monster? It's impossible...how can there be monsters in this era?" He murmured to himself, his face full of disbelief.
"It seems you know something. Very good. It's not like you're in the wrong place this time."
Fang Xian nodded with great satisfaction.
"It can talk... it's really a demon!"
The eyes of several old Taoist priests suddenly became hot, which was the excitement of seeing the 'Great Way'.