Chapter 11: Preaching the wonderful way indifferently
"He walks calmly in the world, his promise reaches all the heavens, and his wonderful words of harmony will be cultivated for thousands of years."
Before the poem was finished, Fa Hai, dressed in a snow-white Taoist robe and carrying an ancient sword, appeared in front of the monks, his expression indescribably calm and leisurely.
"You...you didn't run away?"
Although these monks were considered figures in the Northern Territory, they had never seen such an elusive and mysterious Buddhist method in the Central Plains. They were all shocked by it and became alert.
"Why did I want to run away?" Fa Hai saw this and couldn't help but smile indifferently, "It's you, so why are you chasing me?"
Fahai spoke in a polite manner, not like a vicious person. In addition, Fahai carried an eighth-grade flying sword, but did not put it into his body. It was obvious that he had not reached the eighth-grade cultivation level and could not turn the sword into a sword.
Pill, when I thought of this, the monks couldn't help but regain some confidence.
The leader of the old man also let out a long sigh. In the southern state, rank determines strength, and strength determines everything. Although Fahai's escape method is wonderful and he has an eighth-grade flying sword in his hand, his cultivation has reached the peak of ninth-grade.
Being a ninth-grade sword cultivator may not necessarily mean you are incapable of fighting.
"Little Taoist priest, I am Li Shuangyi of Pojuncheng Tianjian Sect. Our brothers only want the sword on your back, an eighth-grade divine weapon. Putting it on you is an extortionate gift. You should hand it over obediently. I can consider sparing your life.
." The old man looked at the ancient sword behind him, with extremely greedy desire in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, the monks behind him unsheathed their swords and surrounded Fahai.
"You monks here are really straightforward. I thought you would start by telling me about the treasures of heaven and earth and the virtuous ones..." Although Fa Hai was surrounded by a heavy siege, he didn't care at all.
A smile.
"What is virtuous and immoral? In heaven and on earth, strength is respected. All junior fellow apprentices, follow me to kill!"
Hearing this, the old man curled his lips in disdain, shouted loudly, and took the lead, shooting out the flying sword from behind like lightning and heading straight for Fahai.
"Unsheath!"
Upon seeing this, the monks from the Tianjian Sect also drew their swords and commanded the flying swords to attack Fahai in tacit cooperation.
Just when all the monks were launching their flying swords, they saw Fa Hai's figure flashing and disappearing from the spot, and all the flying swords fell into the air.
"Where are the people?"
"Hey, with your humble behavior, I really can't bear to bully you."
Hearing Fahai's teasing voice, the monks couldn't help sheathing their swords in shock. They turned away after hearing the voice, only to see Fahai already standing a hundred feet away from them. He looked at them with a smile and shook his head, then turned into a wisp of breeze and disappeared without a trace.
"That's it for today. If you want the flying sword in the hand of the poor Taoist, come to me on the indifferent and wonderful way. The sails of the vast sea are hanging in the sails of the poor Taoist, waiting for you at any time..."
"The wonderful way of indifference, the vast sea is like a sail?!"
Upon hearing Fahai's message, everyone including the old man was stunned.
"Indifferent and wonderful way, what kind of sect is it? A sail in the sea? What a weird name."
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A sail hangs in the sea, Cang is the homophone of Cang, and the sea is the sea of Fahai. A sail hangs in the sea, which means like a lone boat hanging in the wilderness overseas, which is exactly what Fahai looks like today.
As a foreign evangelist, packaging is very important. The more uneducated the world is, the more Fahai has to be elegant and refined, so that he can be eye-catching, impressive, and arouse the curiosity of more people.
After leaving Pojun City, Fahai cast a small spell to hide spiritual power on the ancient sword behind his back, making it look like an ordinary tenth-grade sword.
This eighth-grade autumn water ancient sword was obtained from the three overseas immortals in the netherworld. It is also one of the least valuable magic weapons on Fahai. Fahai chose to bring it with him just to match this Taoist dress.
Just a match.
Unexpectedly, such an inconspicuous eighth-grade flying sword has become a prize that everyone wants to grab here.
The flying swords were no longer dazzling, the monks no longer paid attention to him, and ordinary people did not dare to mess with him, a monk. Fa Hai indeed saved a lot of trouble along the way.
As night fell, Fahai came to a huge village. He didn't want to spend the night in the wild, so he wanted to stay here for the night and do some research.
This village is built close to the mountains and rivers. It is majestic and much larger than the villages Fahai has ever seen. The walls of the village are more than ten feet high. There are many sentries on it and they are heavily guarded. There are even more people at the gate of the village.
Ding Yong, the guard, carefully checked people entering and leaving the stockade. The atmosphere seemed tense and depressing.
"I've invited the Taoist Priest. I wonder what Xiaozhai can do for you?"
Before Fa Hai even approached the village gate, he attracted the attention of leader Ding Yong at the gate. This leader was actually a top-notch monk. When he saw Fa Hai's clothes and the ancient sword behind Fa Hai, he suddenly strode over eagerly.
, his tone was indescribably eager.
"Walking through the wilderness at night, I'm afraid of being attacked by ghosts, so I want to stay overnight in Guizhai. Is it possible?"
Although Fa Hai's words were very different from most monks, the ancient sword on his back was looming with aura. It was an out-and-out high-grade magic weapon. Leader Ding Yong was a man who knew what he was talking about.
He immediately raised his hands with joy and said, "Taoist Master came just in time. The ghost clan has been raging recently. Many villagers in our village have been attacked. The village owner has invited monks to protect the village. Before Taoist Priest, there have been several people from the Four Great Walls.
The Immortal of Yiyan Phoenix City came to our village as a guest and promised to help us resist the invasion of ghosts, so during this period, our village is definitely the safest within a thousand miles."
"Oh?" Fa Hai heard this, his heart moved, he bowed to leader Ding Yong again, nodded and said, "Then I'm sorry for bothering you."
There are tens of thousands of cities in the northern region of the mortal world. The four most powerful ones are called the Four David Cities. They are the main force against the ghost clan. It is said that each of the city lords of these four David Cities has a late eighth-level cultivation level.
Moreover, they possess magical powers and magic weapons that exceed their own rank, and each of them is the overlord of the human race in the mortal world.
Among the four great cities, the one closest to Pojun City is Yanhuang City. It is not unusual for monks in the city to appear here.
"We can't even hire a monk like the Taoist Priest who is equipped with a high-quality magic weapon. With the Taoist Priest's help, our village will have more confidence in dealing with the ghost clan. Quick, please come in~"
Leader Ding Yong glanced at the ancient sword behind Fahai with envy, and took Fahai into the village with him in a polite manner.
Entering the village, Fahai felt that the atmosphere was even more oppressive. Looking at the frightened and helpless eyes of the villagers on the roadside, Fahai realized that things were by no means as simple as the leader Ding Yong had said.
Looking at the dark clouds and threatening atmosphere in the village, it was obvious that something big was about to happen.
But, who cares, even if the ten ghost ghosts sent by the so-called Abi Ghost City in the northern region come over, they are just scum in Fahai's eyes.
"Perhaps this is another opportunity to preach..."
Just as Fahai's mind was spinning, leader Ding Yong had already led Fahai to the highest point of the village, in front of a brightly lit, spacious and luxurious courtyard.
"Taoist Master, our village master is discussing important matters with several Yanhuang City Immortals. Please wait a moment and allow me to go and report the matter, so as not to disturb these distinguished guests."
"It doesn't matter..."
Before Fa Hai finished speaking, an arrogant sneer suddenly came from the courtyard hall.
"Let him come in. Although he can't help much with his little cultivation, and he is not qualified to sit with our senior sister, but he is a monk from Pojun City after all. We have to give Mr. Xiao some face, don't we? ?Haha~” (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)