Outside Zhengyang Prefecture City was Mt. Tongxuan.
Originally this mountain didn't have a name, but because there was a Philosophy Temple atop the mountain that was quite efficacious, the mountain didn't need to be high. Since there was an immortal here, it was called Philosophy Temple.
It was still early in the morning, and it had rained the entire night. The steps were damp, and the grass by the roadside was dripping with water.
Fang Xian walked up slowly, step by step.
At the same time, he looked at his stats window:
Name: Fang Xian
Occupation: Necromancer (Level One)
Occult Technique: Daluo Cave Mystery Temple (Level Three), Nine Changes of Wind and Malice (First Change)
Taoist Technique:??? Martial Art:??? Creepy:???
[Samsara: Recharging]
…
There was an increase in the Robbery Power on the side.
"I saved Chunyu Yun last night, so why did I get another wave of Robbery Power? No, if I wasn't here, Ning Boshang would have been hacked to death. Maybe he gave it to me? If he doesn't die, there will be another calamity in the future? "
"Actively nurturing the Son of Calamity and waiting for an opportunity to harvest seems to be a shortcut for necromancers … but I clearly didn't want to do that …"
At the end of the steps was a huge Taoist temple.
There was a huge incense burner in the square, and behind it was a hall to worship the patriarchs and gods. There were at least a hundred rooms on both sides.
At this moment, a few Taoist children were cleaning with brooms and other things.
"It's big enough, but I don't know if there's anything I want."
Fang Xian thought for a moment, then stopped in front of the temple.
"Good Faith, are you here to burn incense? The temple hasn't opened yet … "
A Taoist child asked.
"No, I'm here for something else. I'm here to see the abbot."
Fan Men was not the only one in charge of the affairs of the temple.
In the temple, below the abbot, there were Gao Gong, Hall Master, Hall Master, Receptionist, Inspector, Supervisor, Secretary, Treasurer, Accountant, and other deacons.
Below them were the ordinary disciples. These children were at the lowest level.
"You think you can see our abbot?"
At this moment, a Daoist walked over. He reeked of alcohol, as if he had just woken up from a hangover.
He looked at Fang Xian's robes and knew that he wasn't some high ranking official or noble. He swatted at him as if he was swatting a fly, "Even if you want to beg, now is not the time. Hurry up and leave."
Ka-cha!
Before he could finish his sentence, Fang Xian grabbed the Daoist's wrist and broke it.
Immediately after, he gently tossed the Taoist into the incense burner. Fortunately, there was no incense in the incense burner, so the Taoist would not die immediately. However, his four limbs would definitely be fractured.
"How big is this matter now? Aren't you going to call for help? "
Fang Xian said to the Taoist child who was petrified. He watched as the child ran into the temple like a wisp of smoke, wailing like a ghost and howling like a wolf. Fang Xian smirked.
He thought it through. Demons had their own ways of doing things.
As for demons, they should do as they pleased.
Furthermore, he seemed to have found out more about it during this period of time.
"In this world, I am the only one. It's really … lonely!"
Fang Xian stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He saw two rows of martial artists come out, holding swords, wooden sticks, and other weapons, surrounding him.
Another old Daoist walked out. His eyes were as warm as jade. He sized up Fang Xian, "Who are you? Why do you want to make things difficult for my Philosophy Temple?"
"Who are you?" Fang Xian asked.
"I am Tong Hezi, the abbot of this temple. Don't you know me?" Tong Hezi's expression was very strange.
Philosophy Temple was located near the prefectural city. It was safe there and there were no bandits. He also had a good relationship with high officials and nobles, so the officials didn't make things difficult for him.
Previously, he had heard that it was probably some famous martial artist who had come to provoke him. Although this kind of thing was rare, he would always come across one or two every few years. The reason why he had so many martial artists was to guard against this kind of thing.
But now, this person hadn't even heard of his name. Could it be that he had guessed wrong?
"I have no other request. I just want to borrow all the ancient books of Philosophy Temple. I also have some questions that I hope the abbot can answer truthfully …" Fang Xian leisurely stated his purpose, which almost made Tong Hezi's lungs explode.
"Arrogant … arrogant! Take down this madman for me! "
Tong Hezi was also a famous grandmaster in the martial arts world. His martial arts were unfathomable. At this time, he didn't personally make a move. Instead, he wanted to observe Fang Xian's martial arts.
But the next moment, his eyes widened in shock.
He saw a figure crisscrossing in the hall. His fists danced like iron rods, sending martial artists flying one after another.
Anyone who was hit by his fist fell to the ground, screaming in pain.
None of them could withstand a single punch!
"This martial arts … is invincible in the world!"
Fang Xian knocked down the last person and looked at Tong Hezi, "Ancient books … Do you want to borrow them or not?"
Tong Hezi took a few steps back and entered the hall, "Sir, why must you be so aggressive?"
"All things in the world, I can take whatever I want!"
Fang Xian strode in.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the world of martial arts, becoming the White Tiger Deity who suppressed the world with his fists.
Inside the hall, there was a solemn silence.
On the huge altar, an unknown god was enshrined, and on both sides were ferocious-looking Guardian Generals.
Fang Xian didn't know the origin of this world's Taoism. Naturally, he couldn't recognize it.
However, after stepping into this place, his heart skipped a beat as he sensed an unusual aura.
The Mysteries Temple of the Daluo Cave was in operation. He didn't find any fatal danger, so he let it be.
"Martial Uncles, please help me!"
At this time, in the hall, there were a few old Taoists who were on the verge of death. They held magic tools in their hands and waved their limbs, as if they were performing some kind of mysterious prayer ceremony.
"The 37th generation of disciples, Tong Hezi, please help us suppress him!"
Tong Hezi had already seen that Fang Xian's martial arts were not to be trifled with. At this moment, he formed a sword with his fingers, chanted a spell, and pointed at Fang Xian.
Fang Xian suddenly felt a force that could topple mountains and overturn seas. It acted on his body, causing his bones to crack and his clothes to tear.
"The power of incense? The power of the divine way? That's interesting … "
He thought to himself, "This world isn't completely devoid of demons? It's just … too weak! Too weak! "
At this thought, Fang Xian straightened his back and looked at the statue.
Crack!
His clothes turned into butterflies and fluttered in the air.
"Pfft!"
Tong Hezi and the few old Taoists felt as if they were hit by a hammer, and they spat out a mouthful of blood.
This kind of special technique of Taoists required the cooperation of the right time, the right place, and the right person. Moreover, it wasn't very powerful, so it was not Fang Xian's match at all.
Tong Hezi, who was on the ground, looked up and was stunned. He couldn't help but rub his eyes.
What did he see?
A white ape? A white ape standing on its hind legs?
"You're … a demon? Impossible … How can there be demons in this era? "He muttered to himself, his face full of disbelief.
"Looks like you know something. Very good. This time, we didn't come to the wrong place."
Fang Xian nodded with satisfaction.
"It can speak … It really is a demon!"
The eyes of the old Taoists suddenly burned with excitement. It was the excitement of seeing the 'Great Dao'.
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