The Terrifying Path of Immortal Cultivation

"But after all, this is the territory of various schools of thought."

"I don't want this to become a Taoist place filled with iron barrels."

Thinking of this, he already had an idea in his mind.

"The dean of the School of Mind Science in Fengshui City is Wu Yongming, who is also a monk in the realm of spiritual consciousness."

"Prefect Qin Zeming is only at this level. The two of them are at least a draw."

"And he is not the only one in the realm of spiritual consciousness."

"The Demon Slaying Temple Commander in Fengshui City - Huang Dongming is also in the realm of spiritual consciousness."

"There is also a demon-killing army of 100 people under his command, divided into ten teams. Each team has a leader in the realm of true law. Their strength is also not weak?"

"Except for the head catchers from the Six Gates, the others in the Yamen are just ordinary Martial Warriors. They are actually the weakest among the three forces."

"But there is a mysterious figure behind this person."

"Maybe we can find them all. If we want to cause trouble, let's make it big."

"Keep out all the Taoist and Demonic people."

"This is the only way to attract Sumu Qin's attention to the maximum extent, haha."

"Suck him here from Longdao City."

There was a trace of thought in his eyes, and a brand new record book appeared in his hand.

"Analysis of the Power of the Demon Cult in Fengshui City"...

…

In the blink of an eye, the second half of the night had completely passed, and more than ten people had their souls extracted that night.

The next day, the whole city was in turmoil.

The emergence of new lost souls has completely alarmed the Demon Slaying Temple and the Academy of Mind Science. They are both responsible for solving various strange incidents in the city.

In the office of Wu Yongming, the dean of the School of Psychology, a piece of white paper flew out from his bookshelf.

The ink tray and inkstone on the desk are being gently ground, and the ink slowly emerges.

A writing brush flew up in the air, stained the ink, and lightly wrote some words on the white paper.

"The source of the soul-losing syndrome comes from Qin Zeming. He practiced the Taoist spell "Soul-Suppressing Tower" and it was taught to him by a mysterious Taoist man."

"This person from the Taoist sect originated from the Demon Dao Burning Heavenly Demon Temple. He is an undercover disciple of this demon sect."

"The purpose is to provoke conflicts between various schools of thought and Taoism."

"But this person has already been noticed by the Taoist sect, and he was deliberately released. There is also a hint of tacit approval, and he wants to install spies and forces in the territory of various schools of thought."

"Success will naturally lead to rich harvests. Failure can also be attributed to spies causing trouble."

"The list of burning Heavenly Demon Temple in Fengshui City is as follows..."

"The list of Taoist lurkers is as follows..."

In fact, most of this passage is false, but was deliberately fabricated by Li Qing in order to implicate both the Demon Dao family.

Because of the lack of key information, Yuban did not reveal who the mysterious person was.

The Dao Sect and the Demon Sect can only be dealt with through the hands of various schools of thought, making the entire Fengshui City more stable in the future.

Soon after the brush finished writing, the ink on it quickly evaporated naturally and returned to its original position.

The ink in the ink pan also dried up again, and the surface of the inkstone did the same, returning to its original position.

It was as if nothing had happened, only a piece of white paper lay quietly on the desk.

After dawn, the sky is bright.

A figure pushed open the office door and walked in slowly.

This is a middle-aged man with a goatee who looks about thirty years old.

She looks like a romantic old baby. She is wearing a blue robe and exudes an elegant temperament.

He took a few steps to his seat and looked at the white paper and text that appeared on the table. His face was slightly startled, and then it was full of disbelief.

His expression changed, and he cast a set of wonderful spells in his hands.

In an instant, his eyes seemed to become cold, and everything in the world seemed to be flashing in his mind. At this moment, he seemed to have become the law of heaven.

Use your heart to control the laws of nature, observe all things, and control the way of humanity.

Every breath around him was condensed by him, and an illusory scene appeared in the entire room.

The illusory scene began to regress, and what happened just now was revealed one by one.

Soon he saw a blurry mosaic.

For a while, everything in the room was in a state of blur.

It couldn't be seen by anyone at all, as if there was some kind of power interfering with his spell.

The effect of the spell slowly passed away, and Wu Yongming looked very solemn.

He sat down slowly and watched the content carefully. The more he read, the more shocked he became.

"Good fellow, have the hands of Dao Sect and Demon Sect reached here?"

"Does Daomen want to change the situation?"

"This is something taboo."

There was a hint of solemnity in his eyes, "However, the person behind this is also incredible."

"To be able to check their manpower so clearly, it seems that they are well prepared."

"But this matter is beneficial to my disciples. Even if they are used as spearmen, they can still make a move."

"But since something like this has happened in Fengshui City, it must be reported immediately."

"Of course someone will come to investigate such a mysterious figure."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. In the recent troubled times, all kinds of mysterious figures have emerged one after another. As a monk in the realm of spiritual consciousness, he has already smelled a hint of the coming troubled times.

…

At this time, in the Demon Slaying Temple of Fengshui City, Huang Dongming was looking at the desktop in his office with a look of disbelief on his face, with a hint of shock on his face.

"Who? When did they let him in?"

Looking at the paper in front of him, various strange expressions flashed across his face.

When he saw the content above, his face was filled with incredulity.

At this time, his eyes noticed a few words written on the bottom.

"This letter has been notified to the Confucian School of Mind."

"What kind of person, so upright, wants to use our hands to solve Demon Dao and Daomen?"

"But I didn't expect that the Taoist sect would also intervene in Yangzhou. Does the Taoist sect want to break the tacit understanding?"

The forces in the Tang Dynasty were divided into four parts. The three Taoist sects and the hundreds of schools of thought each occupied an area in one direction.

The various schools of thought occupies the north, while the Taoist sect occupies the other three directions of southeast, west, and south.

Each of them is also responsible for dealing with other orthodox traditions outside Kyushu.

Although they will also establish some branches in other places within the Tang Dynasty, most of them are just interested, or enter the officialdom to perform their own duties.

As for strengthening one's own orthodoxy and grabbing resources from other families' sphere of influence, such things would not be done.

Now the content of this letter made him smell something different.

"But I come from the Demon Slaying Temple of the imperial court, and now it is three hundred years of reincarnation. If these orthodoxy really fight, it may be a good thing for the imperial court."

"So, should I contribute or not?"

Huang Dongming thought for a while, with a cold light in his eyes.

"The matters of the Demon Sect and Qin Zeming must be taken care of, but there is no need to interfere with the affairs of the Taoist sect."