Just when Fang Ning thought that he was going to be crushed and killed, the development of reality was completely different.
The punches, kicks, and sticks of the young men landed on the old Taoist, but they were all shaken off. It was as if they had hit a rock, making "bang bang" sounds.
Fang Ning was only slightly shocked, but he quickly understood. These cultivators who were once high and mighty may have lost their magical powers, but their well-tempered bodies were still there.
It could not be said that their bodies were made of steel, but they were at least comparable to wood and stone.
Fang Ning could understand the reason behind it, but the villagers were all shocked. Each of them looked as if they had seen a demon, and they immediately dodged in fear.
The old Taoist saw this and could not help but tremble again. He yelled at the crowd, "What's wrong? Do you really think I've lost my powers? A bunch of fools, how dare you offend the Celestial Aura, you deserve to die! "
After saying that, he reached out and grabbed the young man who was at the forefront. He grabbed him by the neck and held him up in mid-air.
The originally strong man was powerless in front of this old man, and he could only instinctively stretch out his hands, trying to pry him away!
It seemed like it was the first time that the old Taoist had been so offended. He was obviously very angry, and he began to exert more strength.
The young man whose neck was being grabbed began to turn green. He could not speak, and could only look at the people around him, hoping that they would come to his rescue.
However, the villagers who followed him seemed to recall the power of these Taoist priests in the past. One by one, they retreated. Many of them even knelt on the ground, shouting things like "Elder Immortal, please spare us"!
Fang Ning saw this scene from behind, and naturally, he could not help it.
After all, even if it was a game, he had always chosen to take the righteous path.
Therefore, he appeared in front of the crowd in a flash.
"Stop!"
Of course, he could speak the language of this world. After all, this was the Primary World of the Upper Realm. Not to mention Anderson's collection, the God-level incarnation could automatically understand the language of intelligent creatures. This was also the source of the omniscient rumor.
The crowd was stunned as they looked at the man who suddenly appeared.
The old Taoist looked at Fang Ning, and was stunned at first. Then, he immediately let go of the man in his hands.
"Please forgive me, Exalted Immortal. I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just that these unruly people are despicable. They actually caused trouble for no reason." The old Daoist knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.
Many of the villagers were stunned. The old Taoist, whom they feared a moment ago, was now acting so lowly in front of a young man. This made them panic, and many people also knelt down.
Fang Ning was speechless. He had thought that he would have to fight and put on an act, but he did not expect his opponent to be so unpredictable.
"What's going on? Could it be that I have the aura of a king after coming to the Upper Realm? Or could it be that this old man can sense my true strength? That's impossible, this is a God-level incarnation, it's impossible for an old master who has lost his magical powers to sense it. "In his mind, he said to System No. 2 in bewilderment.
"Oh, maybe this body is too handsome," System No. 2 replied blankly.
"As expected, the upper limit of your IQ, System No.2, is the lower limit of Sir System's IQ. How could you say such an answer so openly? Even Sir System isn't so thick-skinned." Fang Ning was speechless.
System No. 2 did not reply.
Although Fang Ning was puzzled, he still had to deal with the matter in front of him. Moreover, he realized that he could take advantage of this opportunity to gradually explore the nature of this Primary World.
He waved his hand to dismiss the crowd, and the villagers quickly made a large circle.
"Let me ask you, is what these villagers said true? Can you really pray for rain, or are you a liar? "He said lightly to the old Taoist who was kneeling on the ground.
"This …" The old Taoist rolled his eyes, and then looked at Fang Ning's indifferent eyes. He was immediately shocked, and quickly said honestly, "Reporting to the Immortal, I have no choice. Since the Dharma Ending Calamity, there are very few Taoist sects that can still pray for rain, let alone small sects like us. But we still have to eat …"
"He really is a liar!" The strong young man who was grabbed by the neck said fiercely.
The villagers suddenly started to make a ruckus again, but they looked at Fang Ning and were still somewhat timid, not daring to speak loudly.
"Alright, how much food did you swindle from them? Return it, and this matter will be settled for now. I still have something to ask you." Fang Ning was too lazy to stir up too much trouble.
He was born in the countryside, so he understood how difficult it was to deal with the villagers. If he really got entangled, he would not be able to get away at all.
He might even have to pray for rain on behalf of these villagers, but was it enough to pray once? Impossible, crops have seasons, at least dozens of rains would be enough.
The old Taoist listened, and his face relaxed. He quickly said, "Yes, yes, Immortal, I'll order people to return the food that we've collected to them."
As he said that, he reached out and took out a yellow talisman. A pained expression appeared on his face, but he still managed to tear it apart. In the end, the talisman turned into a yellow sparrow, and quickly flew into the distance.
When the villagers saw this, their faces were filled with fear. It seemed that a broken boat still had some nails, and it was not something that they could mess with.
If it were not for the sudden appearance of this Immortal, they would have been killed by this old Taoist.
For a moment, some of the quick-witted suddenly thought of something, and immediately knelt down.
"Immortal, please help us pray for rain …"
However, as soon as they finished speaking, they looked up and saw that the old Taoist and the Immortal had disappeared.
…
In a withered yellow forest, there was a small open space.
On the open space, Fang Ning appeared with the old Taoist in his hand.
"Alright, first tell me, why did you kneel down the moment you came up? With your current strength, it's impossible for you to discover my true strength. "Fang Ning let go of the other party, and could not wait to ask the question just now.
"Uh, forgive me, Immortal," The old Taoist lied on the ground, and answered honestly, "Immortal, your appearance is perfect and flawless. Only those immortals who have achieved enlightenment can achieve that. Cultivators with a slightly lower cultivation base can't possibly have the grace of the Immortal."
"…" Fang Ning was speechless.
"No. 2, you actually answered correctly. That's really unexpected, amazing." He could not help but admire.
"I'm just giving an answer with the highest probability." System No. 2 did not feel that it was praised at all.
If it was Sir System itself, it would have been proud of itself.
Fang Ning solved the doubts in his heart, and then said, "From what you're saying, you've seen many immortals who have achieved enlightenment in the past?"
When the old Taoist heard this, his expression was complicated, as if he had fallen into a distant memory.
However, he quickly came back to his senses and replied respectfully, "I've lived for 783 years this year. The first time I saw immortals was when I was young. At that time, Xing Yun Palace went to the Upper Sect to worship. I followed my elders as a flower boy, and was fortunate enough to see immortals who descended to the mortal world. Those immortals had the grace of the Immortal, but they were still slightly inferior. "
Hiss, an old Taoist who had lost his magical powers was actually someone who had lived for hundreds of years!
Fang Ning could not help but sigh. This was indeed a mythical world similar to the Journey to the West and the Investiture of the Gods. Even the host of a Taoist temple in the mortal world had a path to immortality.
Unfortunately, it was now the Upper Realm's Degenerate Era. They, who were once high and mighty cultivators, could only be reduced to the likes of swindlers. They had to cheat food from unknown people to survive.
This was like the old Wang Xie Tang Yan, flying into the homes of ordinary people.
The old Taoist knelt on the ground obediently and did not resist at all.
He was very clear that in this Degenerate Era, he was still able to display celestial powers and divine powers. What kind of existence was that!
In front of the other party, there was no need for him to have any ideas. Even if the other party told him to die, he had to do it quickly.
The other party brought him here and there in an instant. This was the Celestial Method. In the past, only the elders could do it.
However, now, the only ones who could do it were the gods and immortals …
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