novelapdf Chapter 376
Chapter 376
Chapter 376
This is land?Or an island?
Looking at the bulging coastline in the distance, Mo Chuan hid himself in suspicion, and quickly chased after the man riding the demon, and popped out a mouse as small as a mosquito with his fingers, and landed in the man's hair for surveillance.
——This is a mouse that he shrunk down to the size he wanted, and controlled it with the method of adjusting a bird. If it wasn't too small, it would look like an ordinary mouse, and it would be extremely difficult to detect.
After leaving the eyeliner behind, he quickly pulled up and flew to the sky.
When he climbed up and looked into the distance, he saw a bit of disappointment on his face.
It turned out that this is just a large island.
The area is slightly smaller than Guangling, the island is high in the west and low in the east, and most of the people are gathered in the east, forming small towns.
Look at the architectural style, which is quite similar to Kyushu.
"Is it a survivor of Kyushu?"
Mo Chuan muttered, feeling a little disappointed.
Thinking about it, this place is about two thousand miles away from the coastline of Guangling, such a distance is no less than the distance of heaven for ordinary people.
But for monks with all-powerful means, this distance is really not that far away.
It completely belongs to the radiation range of Kyushu.
So it is not surprising that there are monks who avoid the disputes in Kyushu and settle down in a corner.
In fact, he is doing it too.
……
After a short observation, Mo Chuan fell from the sky, transformed into a local, and stepped onto the pier.
Suddenly, the pungent fishy smell hits the face.
"Let it go! Let it go!"
A yell with a slight Guangling accent came, and Mo Chuan dodged to dodge, but saw a strong man carrying a fishing boat on his shoulders, walking like flying!
This scene surprised Mo Chuan.
He glanced across the pier, and what he saw immediately made his heart jump.
There are strong men who carry ships;
There are fishermen holding water polo, water chain transportation;
There is even a young man who plays with a razor like a veteran.
Occasionally, a ray of light can be seen passing by in the sky.
Everyone at the huge pier is practicing Taoism, and some elderly fishermen are even sitting on Jiazi Taoism.
"Could it be possible that an ancient sect has revived here?"
When Mo Chuan was dumbfounded, he subconsciously rejected it:
"No, most of these people's cultivation level increases with age, and it seems that it is definitely not the reason for short-term practice of Yuan Qi Dao.
Besides, as a monk, how could he be willing to work as a fisherman?
But these people are happy?
Obviously, in their eyes, it is a very rare and common thing for everyone to practice the law. "
Mo Chuan thought secretly, raised his feet and walked towards the city, becoming more and more curious about the ruler of this island.
With such popularization of Taoism, isn't it afraid that the cultivation resources will be insufficient?
Aren't you afraid that under the huge base of the people, people with extraordinary talents will emerge to threaten the rule?
Or is there something else hidden here?
In his thoughts, Mo Chuan walked along the pier and stepped into this humble island town.
Most of the buildings in the city are built of stones, and many shellfish and corals are used as filling decorations.
The city is full of people.
And as you can see from the pier, everyone is practicing Taoism, even infants with traces of mana on their bodies. Obviously, their parents have used Taoism to strengthen their flesh and blood.
But the more Mo Chuan looked at him, the more awkward he became.
In such a city-state where everyone is like a dragon, the architecture is very simple.
Although most people have rosy complexions, most of them are in a hurry, as if they are running around for their livelihood. There are many peddlers on the street with Jiazi Xiu.
It seems that it is not much different from any county in Kyushu.
The only difference is that these people have practiced Taoism.
In Mo Chuan's view, this was simply unbelievable.
As long as you practice Taoism, even if you don’t seek the Dao, your productivity will be greatly liberated. How come you haven’t broken the line of food and clothing here?
……
While Mo Chuan was full of doubts, the demon rider finally arrived on the island.
After he landed, he immediately turned into a ray of light and fell into a rather eye-catching towering building complex in the city.
"Master! Master! Master!"
"What's the panic?"
"Master, I, I saw a dragon."
"Dragon? Are you serious?"
"How dare a disciple lie and lie!"
"Quickly talk about it!"
"Yes, master! This disciple went out to hunt in the sea as usual today. Suddenly, the sea dragon rolled over and the undercurrent surged. The disciple was startled and tried to leave that sea area. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw a real dragon swimming towards him... ..."
Mo Chuan, who was strolling through the streets, observed the city and monitored what the demon rider said.
Hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that the other party did not notice the change in Huangdao.
That's right, the demon riding man is only Jiazi, not to mention watching from a distance, even if he showed it under his nose, he might not be able to tell what happened.
However, seeing a real dragon appearing in this world still seems to be no small matter.
Soon, under the leadership of his master, the man riding the demon rushed to the west of the island.
Seeing this, Mo Chuan simply disappeared, flew to the sky again, and looked down.
Soon, the pair of master and apprentice stepped into a mottled ancient temple.
The ancient temple is dilapidated and barren, and the courtyard is overgrown with weeds.
In the main hall, an old man dressed in rags was sitting cross-legged in front of a clay statue, closing his eyes and meditating.
Facing the master and apprentice who stepped into the ancient temple, there is still no wave in the ancient well.
Even mentioning the real dragon.
"I see, I don't need to pay attention to this matter, I will handle it myself as a teacher!"
"Yes!"
The master and apprentice of the demon rider kowtowed to salute, came in high spirits, and left in a daze.
Until they left the ancient temple, they never knew that the rat hidden in the hair had disappeared.
"Fellow Taoist came from afar, why don't you show up and see him?"
In the ancient temple, the ragged old man spread his palms, looked at the mouse whose palm was as small as a mosquito, and invited with a smile on his mouth.
Mo Chuan, who was suspended in the sky thousands of feet high, was neither surprised nor suspicious when he heard the words, his figure flashed and fell down.
"Dao friendly eyesight!"
Mo Chuan stepped into the deserted ancient temple and bowed his hands.
"Miao Zan, listen to the accent, fellow daoist is from Kyushu?"
The ragged old man looked up at Mo Chuan, looking him up and down, and asked Chi Chi.
"Isn't it fellow daoist?" Mo Chuan asked back.
"It really is from Kyushu!" Hearing this, the ragged old Taoist shook his head, his eyes were quite complicated: "Dayong Island has not been visited by people from Kyushu for a long time."
"It seems that Fellow Daoist is indeed from Kyushu." Mo Chuan said with emotion.
"That's right, the accent is hard to change! Speaking of which, the poor Taoist escaped from the world and isolated from the world, and he doesn't hear what's going on outside the window, so he doesn't know what's going on in Kyushu?" the ragged old man asked curiously.
"That's a long story."
"If Taoist friends don't dislike it, how about drinking tea and talking?"
As the ragged old Taoist said, he waved his long sleeves, the divine light swept across, and the dilapidated ancient temple was immediately scattered with dust.
A quaint case almost appeared between the two of them.
Seeing this, Mo Chuan folded his hands and sat down.
Adding water to make the tea room, the two exchanged channel numbers and inquired about each other's situation.
The tattered Taoist, who claims to be the Taoist of Heaven, is the master behind the scenes of Dayong Island.
Because the foundation of the master's family was taken away, in order to avoid the enemy and wipe out the roots, he had to travel across the ocean and plant the whole root here.
In fact, when he arrived, there were already a group of aborigines here.
"It's a coincidence, now that Kyushu is undergoing drastic changes, maybe it's time for fellow Taoists to return to Kyushu." Mo Chuan suggested with a smile after listening.
"Oh? I don't know what happened in Kyushu?"
"It seems that Taoist friends have been hiding from the world for a long time! Now that the world of Kyushu is recovering, Yuan Qi is declining, Lingyuan is in power, ancient sects have emerged, and the major temples and temples have been reduced to second-rate forces. Isn't this a good opportunity to return to Kyushu?" Mo Chuan said.
"Lingyuan is in charge? What's the explanation?" Daoist Tianjue looked confused.
Seeing this, Mo Chuan showed some suspicion.
After thinking about it, I will briefly recount the matter of the recovery of the world.
Taoist Tianjue was shocked after hearing this.
From the looks of it, if it wasn't for the fact that it was so easy to verify, I'm afraid I might suspect that I met a liar?
It wasn't until Mo Chuan casually threw out the Lingyuan Dao exercise "Taiwei Yin-Yang Method" that he believed it with a face full of shock.
"Although this island is far away from Kyushu, it shouldn't be difficult for a fellow Taoist to get some eyeliner in Kyushu, right?" Mo Chuan asked curiously after finishing his question.
"Of course it's not difficult. It's just that the eyes and hands of the impoverished enemies will only increase the risk." Tian Jue said humanely, his face full of lingering fear.
"It makes sense." Mo Chuan nodded, and then inquired about the information on Dayong Island and the surrounding waters.
Perhaps it is because of the friendship of donating the Dharma, Taoist Tianjue is also like a treasure, and he talks about it in eloquence.
The South China Sea is vast and has countless islands.
It looks desolate, but in fact, it is full of vitality.
There are many monks.
It turns out that these isolated islands look barren, but the resources in the sea are inexhaustible.
It may be difficult for ordinary people to explore deep sea resources and support themselves.
But this is not difficult for monks.
Under the pressure of survival, it can be said that everyone in the South China Sea Islands knows how to cast spells.
He is proficient in fishing and bead fishing.
"It's really weird! Although Dayong Island of the Poor Taoist Temple is quite prosperous, it is far from rich. There are many thatched huts with earthen steps. Since everyone knows magic, how can there be such a scene?"
Mo Chuan frowned and asked questioningly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
If everyone practices spells, I dare not say that everyone is like a dragon, but the productivity will be greatly liberated.
As a result, the bottom layer is still living very hard. It can only be said...someone is sucking the blood of the people.
"Hey, fellow daoist's eyes are burning. This situation is not the fault of poor Taoists. It is really a great horror under the abyss."
"Oh?"
"There is a Dragon King in the South China Sea..."
Mo Chuan's eyes flashed when he heard the words, no wonder the monster rider was so terrified when he saw the Worryless True Dragon.
"There are countless resources under the surface of the sea, not to mention the inexhaustible catch, even cultivation resources are not lacking. It is a pity that even if we humans have the help of magic power, we can only get one ten-millionth of it. One ten-thousandth, ten to eighty-nine, should be handed over to the Dragon Palace as a tax, otherwise the sea will overflow, and even Dayong Island will be reduced to Zeguo."
Taoist Tianjue was full of sighs and looked very resentful.
"May I ask what is the cultivation of the Dragon King? How many shrimp soldiers and crab generals are under his command? Why don't the human monks dare to resist?" Mo Chuan asked a series of questions.
"Fellow Daoist came to the South China Sea for the first time, so I'm afraid you don't know something! The strength of the Dragon King is not because of Taoism, but because of taking advantage of the right time and place! We and the human race can fight for the chance of survival, which is already the result of blood remonstrance by the monks of all ages."
Taoist Tianjue's voice was low.
Mo Chuan was silent when he heard the words.
He raised real dragons, knowing that the real dragons are talented.
Can be described as:
Flood dragons enter the sea and hate the shallow water, and phoenixes spread their wings and complain that the sky is low.
Occupying the Dragon King of the Deep Sea, he can call the wind and rain without facing it head-on, and control the human race on the isolated island.
"Speaking of which, one of the disciples of Daoist Poor once said that he saw a real dragon in the area of Yuming Reef, so it has something to do with fellow Taoists?" Taoist Tianjue asked suddenly as if thinking of something.
"Pindao also accidentally discovered the trail of the real dragon and followed it. He accidentally discovered the disciple of the fellow daoist, so he followed the trail."
Mo Chuan spoke nonsense.
The dragon clan in the South China Sea is so powerful, how dare he expose the matter of raising real dragons at will?
"I see."
Taoist Tianjue nodded, no longer entangled in the matter of the Dragon Clan, but asked about the Kyushu intelligence instead.
He asked more and more detailed questions, involving many temples.
Mo Chuan guessed that his enemy might be one of them.
Just to be on the safe side, I dare not expose it.
Mo Chuan basically answered every question.
Anyway, with the ability of the other party, if you go to Kyushu in person and spend some time, you can basically find out these information, why not sell your favor?
When Mo Chuan casually mentioned that Dajing had died, Taoist Tianjue was shocked all over, his eyes widened, and he said in a trembling voice, "What did fellow Taoist just say? Dajing...is dead?"
"Yes."
"Impossible, the Daolu Division is so powerful. Even if the ancient school was born, it can't hold the country. If you choose a school to join, you can still keep some inheritance. How can the country be destroyed?"
"The way of heaven is impermanent! The world is so unexpected. According to Pingdao's knowledge, not only did the contemporary Tiangan Guoshi not take refuge in any ancient sect, but when the princes from all walks of life gathered in the emperor's hill, he even took the initiative to slaughter the royal family to break the orthodoxy." Mo Chuan said with emotion.
"Master Tiangan is so brave!" Mo Chuan smiled without saying a word.
"Then dare to ask where is Tiangan Guoshi now?"
"I heard that Tiangan Guoshi earned a cave, and he is hiding in the cave to practice!"
"Earn a cave?"
Taoist Tianjue was stunned, Mo Chuan had no choice but to tell the story of Xuling Cave.
Of course, this is the version circulated in the rivers and lakes.
"The way of heaven is reincarnation! Hahaha..." Taoist Tianjue laughed with his head up to the sky, and he stopped laughing after a while, and said with a sigh: "It's a pity that the poor man's life is not as good as his."
Mo Chuan was surprised and uncertain when he heard the words, and a flash of inspiration flashed across his mind: "Fellow Taoist is a former monk?"
"Fellow Daoist is smart. Now that he has guessed it, Pindao will not hide it. That's right, Pindao is the master of the Dayong Kingdom in Dajingqian Dynasty. He was defeated and left here. He stayed here for hundreds of years, only hoping to cultivate To go to a higher level and fight back to Kyushu, I never expected...things are different!"
Daoist Tianjue was full of emotion. He didn't dare to say that he believed Mo Chuan's words, but he also believed it.
"Dayong Island...Dayong Dynasty...so that's how it is." Mo Chuan murmured silently.
"Fellow Daoist, do you have someone you know well in the ancient sect?"
"What do you mean, fellow Daoist?"
"Since the monks of Lingyuan Dao are far better than Yuan Qi Dao by a thousand times, the Dragon King of the South China Sea should solve it. He is poor and not talented. Even if he is not a master of the Great Yong Kingdom, he is willing to share the worries of the people. The South China Sea should belong to Kyushu."
Mo Chuan understood Taoist Tianjue's thoughts in an instant, and a little bit of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Fellow Daoists say so frankly, aren't you afraid of being tipped off by the poor Daoist?"
"Words and deeds are judged by character, and every action is judged by personality. Every word and deed of a fellow Taoist is what the people think, so he must be a monk of the righteous way."
Mo Chuan was quite shocked when he heard this.
If Taoist Tianjue hadn't lied to him, these words undoubtedly sold him an advantage.
After all, he is the referrer.
"Fellow Daoist praises you!" Mo Chuan cupped his hands and said, "As the saying goes, seeing is believing but hearing is not. May I ask where the Dragon King is?"
Hearing the words, Tianjue knew that Mo Chuan could not fully believe what he said, so he smiled lightly and said:
"Coincidentally, recently the Dragon King recruited a son-in-law, but he handed over a post. Now that there is nothing left and right, how about watching the ceremony once or twice in the past?"
"I can't ask for it!"
Two in one
(End of this chapter)