Desperate Night

In the evening, Yu Hong went out to look for food again, but unexpectedly received text messages in reply from Song Whisper, Gao Wen, and Wei Chengjun, which meant that they had recorded his phone number and could contact him when they were free.

This surprised him a little, because he actually had no friendship with the three of them, he just saved them on Ponderosa Island.

Although the three of them owed him a favor, their relationship was not close.

However, the three people's replies gave Yu Hong another channel to inquire about the news.

Immediately, while eating beef soup vermicelli in the afternoon, Yu Hong sent his question to the three of them in the restaurant.

Soon, three messages were replied.

Wei Chengjun: "I'm not very sure about the situation on the island. It seems that the coast guard department invited people from Daomai to perform rituals. Now it has been completely sealed off and no one is allowed to enter."

Gao Wen: "The coast police have closed the island. It is said that we have invited experts from Zihe Palace to take action. This trip will definitely be done! Don't worry. If you are free recently, you can come to my home company. With your skills and body shape, brother, Just participate in some competitions and organize training together, you will definitely make money!”

Song whispered: "It was Mr. Yang who invited Kuchan Taoist from Zihe Palace. This is a top genius with the name of Tianmai among the nine innate sects. It is said that he was trained as the future master of Zihe Palace. To put it simply, It’s just that the big shots have come forward and the top elites have taken action, so we don’t have to worry anymore!”

Song Xiuyu was obviously the most powerful in his family, the most well-informed, and had the most detailed information.

While eating vermicelli, Yu Hong replied to three people with thank-you messages.

‘It seems that it was indeed Jiumen who took action to solve the hidden danger on Huangsong Island. To be able to deal with the powerful danger that can corrode the black ship. Sure enough, the water in this place is deeper than I thought. ’

Think about the last monster that invaded the black ship?

It's Agris, the dragon of the prison island!

Strictly speaking, Agris is a level nine black disaster, and its danger and threat are the strongest below war level.

'Of course, we can't be so sure. After all, the dangerous intensity of the living places found by the black ships is not necessarily certain. There are ones like Agris, and there are also the level five or six before. ’

After dinner and walking out of the beef soup restaurant, Yu Hong continued to use his mobile phone to ask about the Hongmei Hotel.

After knowing that Song Xiyu had the best information, he was too lazy to send group messages and only contacted Song alone.

Soon, after he sent the question, there was a response quickly.

Song privately called directly.

"Brother Yu, can you hear me?" Song's clear and serious voice came from the speaker.

"Yes, I can hear it. Just tell me." Yu Hong replied.

"In Taizhou, I didn't pay attention to this aspect before. After I encountered danger this time, my parents helped me find an expert in the industry and explained the current situation in detail."

"Well, what's going on?"

"There are indeed a lot more disappearances and murders in Taizhou. This is related to a terrorist organization called the Mud Fetus Cult."

"Clay prenatal education?"

"Yes, this force has existed for a long time, but it has always been hidden very deep. Regarding the situation on Huangsong Island, some people suspected that they were behind it." Song Xiwu saw that he had been making up for himself during these days.

"Does clay prenatal education have any special characteristics?" Yu Hong suddenly recalled the people he saw at the entrance of the alley, as well as some of the black tattoos exposed on their necks.

"I haven't heard of this. Now my dad has grounded me, and even the live broadcast recording equipment has been confiscated." Song whispered helplessly.

Yu Hong comforted him for a few words and then hung up the phone.

He felt at ease after confirming that Huangsong Island was as expected and that there were indeed strong masters in Jiumen.

At least here, if the sky falls, there will still be a tall roof. Unlike in the camp, there is probably no one better than him in the world, he is just tall.

Nowadays, Taiyuan Zhengfa is rapidly improving, and Guanwu Gong has also begun to practice at the third level.

Everything is moving in the right direction.

As for the mud prenatal education, he is not a tall person anymore, so it is not his turn to take care of it.

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In the suburbs of Taizhou, in a quiet bar.

The light green light dyed the entire bar green.

In the booth directly opposite the counter.

Three young men and women with purple-black hair were sitting opposite each other, casually eating fruit and vegetable snacks on the low table.

"Ku Chan from the Dao Meridian Purple Harmony Palace has arrived. Everyone, please restrain your movements and don't make a big fuss." A handsome man with short hair and purple earrings reminded him without raising his head while holding a mobile phone in one hand.

"You already reminded me once yesterday." The purple-haired girl said impatiently.

"Say it again to deepen the impression." The handsome man put down his phone and glanced at the other party.

"Can we do something big after Ku Chan leaves?" the girl asked.

"It's best not to. It's better to be hidden." The man replied.

"Are you worried about the local view of purity?"

"No, Qingchen Temple is just a group of fake Taoist priests who only care about money. They have no ability. Taoism has long been in ruins. It is very easy to kill them. If we were not worried about Jiumen discovering the situation, Taizhou would have been our territory." The man shook his head. .

"What is that?" The girl frowned.

"Two special commissioners came from the province. They are very good at investigating the case. They have already found out the low-level members of our periphery and arrested about ten people. It's very difficult."

"Then kill them."

"It's not that easy. They are protected by people from the special bureau."

"This won't work, that won't work, so annoying!" The girl couldn't help but lean on the sofa, waving her hands in the air.

"The leader means to find an opportunity to control them. Don't kill people. Killing people will inevitably attract people from the Nine Gates. This degree must be grasped." The man said in a deep voice.

"Did they contact the leader again?" The man who had been silent said.

"Maybe. I don't know, but now everyone is waiting for the opportunity." The handsome man replied.

"Trouble."

The voices fell silent, and the three stopped talking.

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Early October.

Taizhou entered autumn, and the streets were full of fallen leaves.

In Qingchen Temple, a new round of Jinyu class students took shape again.

Yu Hong and Guo Shangdong were wearing Taoist robes not far away, watching another round of newcomers receive introductory guidance.

At this time, the autumn was clear and the sun seemed bright but not warm. It shone diagonally from the top of the Taoist temple courtyard, illuminating the surroundings.

"Brother Yu, how is your practice of Guanwugong going?" Guo Shangdong asked in a low voice while watching.

"No. It feels very difficult, this Taoism." Yu Hong shook his head, looking embarrassed.

He has been here for two months. The first few levels are very simple, but only the fifth level, he has been stuck on this level for a week.

It is still not moving.

"Master said it is normal to feel that it is difficult. The most important thing about practicing Guanwugong is that you can't be impatient." Guo Shangdong sighed, "According to what I have inquired, the stronger the willpower of a person, the easier it is to complete the first step of condensation when practicing this Taoism. After condensation is completed, you can break through by simply defeating it successfully. But a master uncle told me that the physical fitness of the condensed fear illusion is higher than that of the body. It is not easy to defeat it."

He finally got started these days and condensed the illusion of the first level, but he was abused.

"Then have you found out that there are any magic methods besides Taoism?" Yu Hong asked in a low voice.

"Magic? What about handprints, dog blood, chicken blood, hundred-year-old peach wood swords?" Guo Shangdong blinked, "I did ask about this, but my uncle said that if Taoism is not good, magic can't be used. It won't work if you use it."

"Are you talking about magic?" Xun Yang came over and asked with a smile.

"Senior Sister Xun Yang, come on, give us two new junior brothers a lesson." Guo Shangdong quickly invited her to join the chat. "If you give a good lecture, I'll treat you to Hualing Restaurant!"

"You said it!" Xun Yang was immediately excited. "If you want to learn the art of Taoism, you must first at least master the first level of Taoism, because the ultimate goal of all the means of the art of Taoism is to facilitate us to summon the illusion of fear that we have overcome when we encounter danger, and drive it to defeat the danger. In short, it is to use my fear to make the other party afraid, and then lose the ability to resist."

"So mysterious?" Guo Shangdong was surprised, "Senior sister, can the illusion of fear really be summoned?"

"Yes, but others can't see it, only you can see it. In short, you practice to create illusions for yourself, and then use illusions to defeat unknown threats. Of course, the actual application is mainly to deal with those virtual ones. If you want to use it to block knives and bullets, forget it." Xun Yang smiled.

"Can it be explained like this?" Guo Shangdong was surprised.

"Of course, the illusion that can be controlled and released freely is called Taoism. The illusion that cannot be controlled, will attack oneself, and affect one's own mental state is called mental illness." Xun Yang highly summarized.

"." Yu Hong on the side looked a little weird.

After practicing to the fifth level, he felt that it was really what Xun Yang said, and the state was indeed similar.

"So, we can't fly over the eaves and walk on the walls like martial arts masters?" Guo Shangdong continued to ask.

"We are not practicing martial arts in the first place. We need to exercise our bodies. Didn't we teach a set of seven-feather fists during morning exercises before? That is used to activate blood circulation and stretch muscles and bones. What era is it now? Are you still practicing martial arts? Have you heard a saying that no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you can be knocked down with one shot." Xun Yang smiled evilly.

"Alas, I have been fantasizing for a long time." Guo Shangdong sighed.

"So, all Taoist methods are spiritual training?" Yu Hong couldn't help but interrupt and ask.

"Of course, why do you need a knife when you have guns? Are you afraid of being killed by a cannon beyond visual range?" Xun Yang waved his little fist and said as a matter of course.

"That's right." Yu Hong nodded in understanding.

"The Taoist methods in our temple are pretty good, but the real Nine Sects' Taoist methods are really exaggerated. Those who have practiced to a high level look a little bit like humans. That temperament, just standing there casually, once the power is released, it feels like it can cleanse people's body and mind, it's very exaggerated!!" Xun Yang used two exaggerations in a row to express her shock.

"Then who in our temple has practiced Guanwu Gong the highest?" Yu Hong asked again.

"Who knows this? Anyway, just practice it yourself. If you don't tell me, no one will know what level you are at. If you practice it wrong, you can go and get medicine to save yourself. It's okay, the teachers won't ask, I only know that formal disciples must practice at least one level. I don't know about the rest." Xun Yang whispered.

One level.

Yu Hong shook his head in his heart, isn't it enough to have hands?