Exploring Weird Lands: Playing as Unshakable Bilian at the beginning

"Let me introduce, I am Miyamoto Xiao."

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Chapter 94: Maoshan Taoist He Yunqing

Miyamoto Xiao pulled the face towel and took back the Kusao Pheasant Sword: "I will accept this sword with a smile."

"Can't!"

Takahashi Rentoku wanted to snatch it, but Miyamoto Xiao stabbed him in the stomach with a backhanded sword hilt. His face turned pale immediately, and he collapsed on the ground like a soft-legged shrimp.

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me. Now, carry Akagi-kun on your back and let's go."

He walked ahead with a sneer.

I'm not afraid that Takahashi Rende won't cooperate, if he doesn't cooperate, send the picture of him killing his brother to the Takahashi family, and ruin his reputation.

"where are we going?"

Takahashi Rende helped Huang Aiguo up with difficulty, and shouted at his back.

"There!"

He pointed to the place where the black vortex gathered in the distance, which was the direction of the black stele and the center of the vortex.

"You are crazy!"

Takahashi Rentoku was horrified: "That place will suck away our cultivation!"

"Don't worry, I just want to pick up something, I have my own way to fight."

Miyamoto Xiao didn't turn his head back, he drew his knife and cut off a small finger-long stick, and slammed the blade with the blade at the moment the stick flew up, and the stick flew towards Takahashi Rentoku like a hidden weapon , he couldn't dodge in time, and a bloodstain was drawn on his face.

"If you procrastinate any longer, the knife will fly next time."

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Shenyin Valley has undergone major changes, and the various forces reacted differently.

First of all, the Huaxia officials, for the appearance of this monster, the first consideration is the impact on the people, they said they would blow up this black cloud.

But this is still useless, even if it is blown up, it will recover soon.

As a result, all major sects sent representatives to discuss how to deal with this problem.

In the conference room, the masters of various sects sat down like old monks, staring at each other without saying a word.

No one has the experience of destroying monsters, so there is no way to start.

"Masters, you guys have come up with a plan. I've drank forty or fifty cups of this tea. If you drink any more, it will be dark."

The man in military uniform sitting at the top of the conference room took off his hat and scratched his head irritably.

He was ordered to guard here, if the monsters ran out to harm ordinary people, it would be a minor matter to lose an official, but a major matter to human life.

The Taoist priest of the Laoshan school sighed and shook his head: "We usually catch little ghosts, and this kind of thing is very difficult to deal with. You didn't see the old master in Longhushan, who is now hanging in the sky like bacon."

"Then you can't let it go, can you?" The man in military uniform spread his hands: "You are professionals in these things. If you don't care, who can control it?"

"report!"

A crisp report sounded from outside the tent.

"Ugh……"

The man in military uniform put on his hat again, and waved impatiently to the outside: "Come in."

"Report, Taoist Master He Yunqing of Maoshan came to see you."

"Little Daoist?"

He scratched the junction between the brim of his hat and his scalp. He had scratched his head countless times this morning, but he was so worried. When he heard that he was a Taoist leader, he was a little unhappy: "Maoshan is also a fool. He sees the Lord like this." Is it difficult to invite? Send a trail leader over.”

The soldier who reported below listened to his complaints with a wry smile, and explained: "It is said that the master of the temple is not feeling well recently, and he said that sending this trail leader can solve the problem."

"Okay, let him in."

"Yes."

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Afterwards, a young man wearing linen sandals walked in. This outfit was rather weird.

These days, almost no one wears straw sandals, let alone brown linen clothes. The pinholes on them are extremely large, and in some places, the skin can even be seen through the clothes.

Fortunately, he is a man, and it is Xia Tian, ​​everyone doesn't care.

The young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, well maintained, with a handsome appearance, fair skin, and immature fluff on his face.

"My lord, Xiaodao He Yunqing is being polite."

He saluted the officer neither humble nor overbearing.

"Xiao Daoist, what countermeasures does your Taoist temple have for this monster's birth?"

"Please rest assured, sir, I will do my best to destroy the monsters."

As soon as this statement was made, the entire audience was full of disdainful snorts.

"Just because you are a little hairy child?"

Another middle-aged man from a Taoist temple swung his fly whisk, pinched his ring finger with his thumb, and hit him with a Tai Chi pattern.

He Yunqing was not afraid at all, and pulled his hands in the air, a yellow spell pattern appeared, collided with the flying Tai Chi pattern, and then disappeared.

His skill is actually on par with this middle-aged man.

Buddhism is good, no matter how big or small the temple is, the Buddhist ancestors who believe in it are the same.