Chapter 427 Daomen

Three days later. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

Fang Xiu arrived as promised and directly surrounded the Daomen station with the Deception and Deception duo, Fatty the transporter, the Taotie army, Kong Jian, and the Eighteen Arhats of Buddhism.

Since Fang Xiu had made the announcement in advance and it was known to the whole world, this time, just like Buddhism, as early as the first day, major forces and even journalists swarmed in, vying to broadcast the prophet's first-hand information.

This kind of explosive news is no different from the war between countries in the past, and the popularity has already reached the point where everyone knows it.

The most dramatic thing is that this time he entered the Taoist gate, but no group of self-proclaimed peace-loving people came to the headquarters to block the door.

A few days ago, when Fang Xiu entered Buddhism, a group of peace-loving people and journalists who believed in Buddhism blocked the headquarters. They did not want Fang Xiu to start a war and threatened not to let him become the captain.

But this time when they entered Daomen, a group of people also came, but instead of stopping them, they held a red banner: I wish Captain Fang a great victory!

Countless people cheered and cheered, and strongly supported Fang Xiu, hoping that he would quell the civil strife.

In the Daomen station.

"Master! Master, something bad happened!" Taixu rushed into the Sanqing Hall and found the old Taoist Wuwei who was meditating.

"Taixu, don't you have any other words to say? Something big is going on every day. I want to play quietly...I can't even practice for a while." Wuwei said helplessly.

"Master, how long has it been since you were still playing with your mobile phone? I asked you to apply for the job before but you didn't go. Now it's okay. Fang Xiu came to the door with his army of gluttons and the Eighteen Arhats of Buddhism."

In the face of a formidable enemy, Master Wuwei became more and more indifferent. He stood up slowly, glanced at Taixu who was panicking, and said calmly: "Don't worry, with Master Weiwei here, the sky won't fall."

"master?"

Infected by Wuwei's calmness, Taixu was no longer so panicked. At this moment, he seemed to know his master for the first time, a sixth-level Taoist master.

Although he usually doesn't behave upright, when trouble comes, he is surprisingly reassuring.

The thin figure of Wuwei Taoist became extremely tall in Taixu's heart.

"Master, what should we do now?"

The old Taoist Wuwei smiled slightly: "Since there are guests coming to the door, how can the host not welcome them? Taixu, welcome the guests."

"But..." Taixu looked embarrassed: "Master, it's too scary outside. I just took a sneak peek outside the mountain gate, and everything I saw was gluttonous. I feel like even at that time, In space nodes, it’s not as scary as it is now.”

Master Wuwei nodded and looked at Taixu kindly: "That's why I asked you to greet the guests."

Taixu was stunned for a moment: "Master!"

"My good disciple, you are a disciple of my Taoist sect. This level of courage is not enough. Go ahead. My master is always watching you."

Taixu wanted to say something more, but before the words came out, he only felt a pain in his butt.

Boom!

A powerful force struck, and Taixu flew directly out of the door.

"ah!!!"

boom!

Taixu fell heavily to the ground and rolled several times. When he looked up again, he saw nearly a hundred gluttons looking directly at him.

"ah!!"

He was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly. He had already greeted his master's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart. In order to force himself to welcome the guests, he kicked and even used his magical power to shrink to an inch.

Fang Xiu and others stood quietly on top of the Taotie, looking at the little Taoist priest who rolled out of the Taoist sect.

The little Taoist priest's face was pale, his head was covered with bruises, and his eyes were black and blue, as if he had just experienced an extremely severe pain.

When Yang Ming saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing immediately: "There is no one left in the Taoist sect, right? Why did I send you such a show-off?"

Taixu forced a smile, got up from the ground, and bowed respectfully: "Fusheng Boundless Heavenly Lord, Pindao is a Taoist disciple of the Taoist sect. His Taoist name is Taixu. I have met all of you Taoist friends."

"Too Xu?" Yang Ming felt like he was being poked into laughter when he heard this name: "Hahaha... What a good name, you look really too weak."

Taixu, who had been ridiculed many times, immediately became angry, but after seeing the gluttonous army filling the whole world, his anger was immediately extinguished by cold water, and he could only mutter: "I was beaten by my master two days ago. In fact, I was originally He’s quite handsome.”

The last sentence was said to Xiao Chuxia, and Xiao Chuxia was amused by her funny look.

She asked: "Little Taoist priest, are you really a Taoist? Are you fake? Otherwise, this little skin injury cannot be recovered now?"

"Sister Fairy doesn't know something. My master is a sixth-level expert. He used his own power when he hit me. That power hovered in my wound and cannot be recovered at all. I can only recover after the power dissipates."

Seeing that Fang Xiu and others were powerful, the little Taoist focused on being sweet-mouthed.

"Haha, your master is really bad, unlike my brother Xiu, who only knows..."

"Shut up." Fang Xiu frowned slightly, interrupting Xiao Chuxia's words. He looked past Taixu and towards the Dao Sect Hall, his deep eyes seeming to penetrate the building.

"Since Taoist Master Wuwei is unwilling to surrender to the headquarters, there is no need for the existence of the sect."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and suddenly the world shook, and the Taotie army launched together, as if nearly a hundred mountains were marching.

Taixu was so frightened that his face turned miserable for a moment. Just when he was about to call for help, he found a figure in front of him flickering, and a green Taoist robe came into view.

It is the old way of doing nothing.

At this time, the Taoist Wuwei was wearing a green Tai Chi robe, a purple gold crown on his head, auspicious cloud boots on his feet, and a green silk whisk in his hand. His figure was upright and elegant, and with his childlike face and white hair, he looked like an old immortal with a celestial spirit.

"Blessings to the Immortal Lord! I am Wuwei, and I am honored to meet you fellow Taoists."

Although the Taoist Wuwei often played with his mobile phone secretly, looking at breasts or legs, and everything else, when he put on the Taoist robe and became serious, he looked more like a senior master than Kongjian.

The unique aura of the sixth level on his body spread with the wind. There was no oppressive feeling like a mountain pressing down on his head, but it was like the waves, strong and long, and endless.