Urban Witcher

"However, the Magic Guild has bewitched most of the magic world. The people we want to save are actually those who turned against us. This is really ironic."

Li Haoran turned to look at her, and said, "Remember, none of us can save you. Everything you do is worthy of your heart."

Biqing chewed on this sentence repeatedly, nodded and said, "Thank you for your teaching, brother!"

The next day, the three of Ye Shaoyang went to the main peak of Peach Blossom Mountain together, but they were stopped by people from the Magic Guild before they got there. From a distance, the huge mountain peak was surrounded by people, every twenty meters or so, A flag of different colors is planted in the ground.

Ye Shaoyang naturally knew that this was a flag array.

The three of them walked slowly around the mountain peak, all the way to the mountain gate. This is where the main formation is located, with more flags separating an open space, with dozens of figures in the middle sitting cross-legged around an altar.

Although Ye Shaoyang didn't know what kind of formation it was, he could also tell who the main formation was by the positions of these people sitting on the ground: three people facing the altar, one with the word Chengpin, one monk and two Taoist priests.

"This monk is Zen Master Kongming, the abbot of Daming Temple. Daming Temple is not well-known, but Zen Master Kongming's strength is extraordinary, second only to the head teachers of several major monasteries. He was the first to attach himself to the Magic Guild, and he is regarded as the backbone."

Daoyuan Daoyuan made an introduction for Ye Shaoyang.

"The last two Taoists... one is Mr. Li Da from Hangu Pass, and the other is the Taoist Master Tianzhu from Xianling Mountain in Jinmen. Both of them were recruited by the Magic Guild."

Ye Shaoyang nodded slowly, his eyes fell on the other side of the altar, there were two people playing chess, one was dressed in tattered clothes, unkempt, looked like a beggar, the other was in a white gown, with white hair and a childlike face, Ye Shaoyang looked at it and felt It's like the white-bearded grandpa selling health medicine that often appears in TV commercials.

The two sat facing a stone table, on which was a chessboard, and the two were playing chess.

"What are the backgrounds of these two people?" Ye Shaoyang asked curiously.

"That beggar is Chen Qibao. As I told you before, there are several strongest people in the magic world today, one is two monks and three heads, four beggars, five immortals and six witches. This Chen Qibao is one of them. Generally speaking, he is just a master of geomancy, and his ability to set up formations can be said to be the best in the world, comparable to the family of geologists. I don’t know where he learned it. From my point of view, he commanded and arranged the formations that besieged Peach Blossom Mountain this time. Yes. The old man in white on the opposite side is the 'immortal' in 'Four Beggars, Five Immortals and Six Witches', a horse immortal in the Northeast, whose surname is Chen, and is known as Chen Daxian. He is also a master of holding spirits."

The Northeast Horse Immortal, also known as the Disciple of the Horse, also has a more popular name called "Tiao Dashen". It is a large folk sect developed after the witchcraft of the Western Regions spread to the north.

"I heard that the disciples who go out on horseback all enshrine the family immortals. Their strength is actually compared to the cultivation base of the family immortals?"

Mao Xiaofang interjected: "That's right, this Chen Daxian is said to be enshrining a thousand-year-old yellow-skinned child with extremely deep cultivation, so he doesn't show his face easily. In the past, the Magic Guild fought fiercely to subdue a sect, and this Chen Daxian was the vanguard. Please become an immortal, fight hard and kill an earth immortal... It shows how powerful it is."

Ye Shaoyang asked puzzledly: "With such a strong strength, what's wrong with you, why do you have to be someone's running dog?"

Mao Xiaofang smiled, and said: "A group of two monks and three heads, four beggars, five immortals and six witches, except for that one group of two monks, the rest all belonged to the Magic Guild. In the final analysis, it is for a name."

"Name?"

"Yes, look at these people, the three esoteric ascetics, the master Kanyu from the beggar gang, the hag in the wave moon cave, and the disciples from the northeast... What do you think of?"

Ye Shaoyang looked at him blankly. "They're all... sideways?"

Mao Xiaofang nodded. "These people are strong enough, they are dedicated to cultivation, and they don't care about money and women. The magic guild wins over them, which is actually a 'name'."

"Oh, I understand." Ye Shaoyang really understood. In the past, before the Yuan Dynasty, Han culture prevailed in the Central Plains, and so did the world of magic. There was an orthodox saying that there were two sects of Taoism and Buddhism, and the Buddhism among them was also Han Buddhism headed by Zen. The status of folk casual cultivators is second. As for the various wizards and great immortals outside the Middle Earth, even the masters of Tibetan Buddhism, they are all partial to the magic world of the Central Plains and have little say.

At this point, I really miss the opinions of the sects in the past. The word "Central Plains martial arts" originally carries a sense of superiority. The same goes for the magic world.

However, at the time, this could not be blamed on the magic world of the Central Plains, thinking that the ethnic minorities and the Central Plains did not belong to the same country (at least a vassal country) at that time, and the magic circle of the Central Plains did not know much about magic outside of the Central Plains, so naturally there was no such thing as Much respect.

Later, the world was unified and Mongolia moved into the Central Plains. Although the Mongols worshiped Taoism, they also had witchcraft from ethnic minorities, which were brought into China by wizards and appeared in the vision of the magic world. Later, the Tartars of the Qing Dynasty deepened this cultural fusion.

The fusion of national cultures, including the magic world.

In the middle of the Qing Dynasty, several respected masters launched reforms together. Whenever major decisions were made, some famous mages from non-Chinese lands would be invited to participate, and the discrimination was gone.

However, in the bones of many Middle-earth mages, especially the two sects of Taoism and Buddhism, they have a bit of contempt for folk casual cultivators, let alone these magic sects outside of Middle-earth. They are forced, but what they lack is a kind of recognition and status... This is what the magic guild wants to win them over.

After all, it is a sense of existence.

Ye Shaoyang fully understands this feeling. However, in my own time, when there was a true cultural integration, these sect views disappeared long ago.

Outside the flag formation, there were dozens of people standing in two rows, some young and some older, none of them belonged to the same school in terms of their attire. One by one stood still, looking in the direction of the mountain gate.

Daoyuan Daoyuan told him that these are not the disciples of the magic guild, but those small sects who have surrendered to them, and each sent people to be on duty here.

Ye Shaoyang raised his head and looked up the mountain. On the Peach Blossom Mountain, there were indeed peach blossoms everywhere. It was April, and it was also the time when the peach blossoms were in full bloom. It's just that no one can see it on the mountain.

"Today is the last day for Peach Blossom Mountain. If the Taoist priests on the mountain don't come down today, the Spell Guild will attack the mountain gate tomorrow." Taoyuan Daoyuan said.

Ye Shaoyang smiled and said: "Since we want to attack, we deliberately gave three days. The Magic Guild also wants to set up a memorial archway, but it's just a superficial effort. If people want to go down the mountain, they have already gone down the mountain. If they haven't come down yet, it means they must If you don’t want to go down the mountain, it’s useless to wait a year.”

(I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! The Green Gang is thriving!)