From ancient times to the present, Taoism has taken the elimination of demons and the defense of the Tao as its mission.
Looking at the past, which white-bearded sage or eminent monk who is famous in history is not famous for his role in slaying demons and protecting the Tao?
It's just that times are different now, people no longer fight and kill, so there is no chance.
But now the relationship between the two sects has dropped to the extreme, and the famous sect has labeled the folk sect as a "monster".
Doesn’t this mean that the opportunity to become famous and to be remembered forever has come?
We'd better kill a few monsters!
Kill one without losing money, kill two with blood gain!
If you can kill an important figure like Wang Jiquang, it will be just like the number one scholar in ancient times. Not only will one person achieve the Tao, chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven, but even the status of the sect will be improved accordingly!
If you can kill Lin Zitong...
No one dared to think any further.
Strong desires dominate their bodies, and the eyes of these famous disciples are glowing red, like wild beasts.
"kill!!!"
Someone shouted in the crowd, and it instantly became the catalyst that set off the whole place.
More than four hundred people came out in full force and swarmed up!
Wang Ji pushed himself hard and roared: "Everyone who can still stand, go up! Behind us are our families! We must not let them come in!!!"
The members of the Folklore Research Association rushed up without hesitation and mixed with the disciples of the Lushan Sect, forming a human defense line.
Lin Zitong could no longer stand by and watch. She shook the bone chain soul summoning bell and summoned both Kurokawa Lu and Lianhe.
"The bottom line is don't kill anyone." Lin Zitong reminded.
Tao Huaying floated to the two of them, saluted Lin Zitong, and then the three of them turned into ghosts and rushed into the crowd.
But even so, the difference in numbers between the two sides is huge. Based on the current situation, within half an hour, all of them will be defeated in front of their own gate!
Lin Zitong had no choice but to continue casting spells to release all the souls in the bone chain soul-calling bell.
At the same time, the Zhao family, who had been hiding in the Folklore Research Association to recuperate, came after hearing the news.
They had already suffered a disaster, and now that they had settled down, the famous sect came to visit them again.
Anger burns in the chest of every Zhao family member!
They all bit their fingers and began to summon horse immortals. Shadows appeared on them one after another, making the Zhao family look like ferocious beasts.
They all practiced the "Shen Nei Jing" given by Yan Shouyi!
With the participation of the Zhao family, the situation at the scene has improved slightly.
However, Wang Jichang still noticed that his own personnel were tied up and would deliberately let the other side live every time it came to a life or death moment.
But the other party seized this opportunity, bit back, and directed every move towards his fatal weakness!
In just a few minutes, there have been serious casualties at the Folklore Research Association!
"Boy, what sect are you from?"
Two sword-wielding Taoist priests surrounded a teenage boy and asked with a sneer.
The young man was covered in injuries, but his eyes were not afraid at all. He shook the coffin-carrying stick in his hand and gritted his teeth and said: "I learned from my father, I am a coffin-bearer!"
"Coffin bearer? You are so small?" The two Taoist priests laughed, "Let us guess, is your father dead?"
As if he had touched upon the young man's sadness, the young man lowered his head and did not respond.
"Did we guess it right? Folk sects are all short-lived ghosts! Your father is like this, and you will be like this in the future!"
The young coffin bearer clenched the coffin-carrying stick in his hand. Finally he couldn't bear it anymore and swung his stick to hit the Taoist priest!
However, these two Taoist priests still had some skills. After dodging, they slashed down with their swords unceremoniously, leaving a long bloody wound on the back of the young man's hand!
The young man couldn't help but throw away the coffin-carrying stick because of the pain.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're not good at this!" the Taoist priest said sarcastically, "You can even throw away things like eating. If your parents knew that you were like this, they would definitely think you were embarrassed!"
Another Taoist priest quickly added: "Oh, we forgot, you don't have a father... Hey, what about your mother? Your mother will definitely not be a widow, right? I guess she must have remarried and doesn't want you anymore, so you will join the folk customs
Research meeting, right? Hahahaha!”
The young man's chest heaved violently with anger. Although he lost his weapon, he did not choose to retreat.
He roared angrily: "I have a father and a mother! My father was crushed to death by an evil spirit while trying to carry a coffin for a girl who was raped and murdered. In order to support me, my mother worked on a sewing machine in a factory during the day and worked in the early hours of the morning.
A sanitation worker was sweeping the street, but he was hit and killed by a rich second-generation car! It was President Yan who took pity on me and took me into the Folklore Research Association. He is my benefactor. I will not allow you to slander him, let alone
Insult my parents!!!"
The angry boy is like an immature lion. Despite his roar, he is still a fragile cub.
The two Taoist priests were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
They don't care whether the boy has parents or not.
He doesn't care how he came to the Folklore Research Society.
To them, youth is nothing but a stumbling block to their fame.
When the two of them talked about this in the future, they would only sigh: The Folklore Research Association back then was so ruthless that it lured teenagers to join the association and trained the teenagers to become demons. Fortunately, our two brothers discovered it early and killed the demon.
In the cradle...
Make a name for yourself...and be famous for generations to come!
The two Taoist priests were gradually fascinated. They kicked the young man in the chest and knocked him to the ground. Then they slowly walked towards the young man with their long swords in hand...
The young man's eyes finally showed a look of fear, and he was so passionate that he never thought that he might die in the hands of these famous disciples.
They are a famous sect. Their swords are clearly used to kill demons. Why are they swinging at me...
"You little bastard, go to hell!"
The Taoist priest gave a low shout and stabbed the young man in the chest with his long sword!
Clang!
Bang!!
"Pooh!"
A series of sounds sounded, and when the young man came back to his senses, he found a figure appearing in front of him.
The sword was blocked, and the two Taoist priests disappeared from sight and appeared more than ten meters away.
They were clutching their chests, blood spurting out of their mouths uncontrollably, and their eyes were full of fear, just like the look in the young man's eyes just now.
The young man slowly raised his head and saw the familiar figure with a look of ecstasy on his face.
It is this back figure that saves the young man from a life of poverty and becomes the light in his heart and his dream.
Everyone has been waiting for this back view for a long time.
Now, he is back.
Yan Shou held a Zanpakutō in one hand and stopped in front of the young man. His eyes were burning with anger, almost ready to burst out!
"I, Yan Shouyi, are here. If you have any dissatisfaction, just come to me and I will take care of it!"
"But whoever dares to step through the gate of the Folklore Research Association will be killed by me!"