Chapter 204: Open the Door to Welcome the Thieves

In Tingchao Tower, the situation suddenly became clear.

If Monk Kūkai admits defeat, it will be impossible for him to interfere in the fight between the Zhou family and Hong Shigui.

This will not do him any good and will only help divert other people's anger.

Moreover, Hong Shigui helped the Zhao family for revenge, and he had not made an alliance with their Fahua Temple, so it was impossible for him to get himself involved.

There is indeed someone behind Hong Shigui, and that is the Confucian Dong Xingshu.

But there are people behind Hong Shigui, so is there no one behind the Zhou family?

The Lord of Daming Palace who came to Yujing Mountain is probably staring at the Confucian leaders who want to help rescue the situation and not letting them help.

We in the Taoist sect only have one fourth-grade and two fifth-grade warriors against a third-grade warrior like you. You have already gained a great advantage, haven't you?

In this situation, all of your people have to suffer. Isn't that too much of an insult to us Taoists who have no one left?
If a third-rank person can't even handle this kind of "small situation", and yet he takes the initiative to jump out and cause trouble, why do you keep this useless and troublesome guy?

It would be better if we help you deal with the waste so as to avoid wasting your cultivation resources!

For Hong Shigui, the only thing he has to do now is not to fight to the death with Zhou Yulong. To be honest, he does not have the courage to do so. He just wants to escape from the battlefield. As long as he can escape from the battlefield and enter the Simin Mansion, then he will survive this disaster!
Hong Shigui's body on the second floor suddenly became like a deflated balloon. In an instant, he became thin and shriveled, turning into a silhouette.

Qiao Yongen learned the art of shadow puppetry from Hong Shigui. Hong Shigui, a novelist who has lived for hundreds of years, naturally also knows the art of shadow puppetry.

It's just that his body can run, but there is one thing that can't run away.

That is the foundation of his Taoism, the book "The Biography of Xue Ren's Loyalty" that is now in his dream!
Zhou's mother's purpose was very simple. She didn't need to go to great lengths to find and keep Hong Shigui's real body. As long as she took away the foundation of his cultivation, Hong Shigui would immediately fall from the upper third rank. In addition, he was old and did not have the support of the upper third rank cultivation. After being seriously injured, it was almost impossible to save him!
Outside Tingchao Tower, in front of the snack stand, Hong Shigui made a judgment in an instant.

In the dream world, the brilliant novel book closed, like a blazing white meteor, dodging the hand that was grabbing it, and crashing into the raging underworld created by Zhou Tiege and Hu Wenlang.

The greatest use of the [Buddha Kingdom in the Palm] cast by Zhou's mother is to isolate the connection between the inside and the outside, so even the dream world has been temporarily isolated.

The only flaw in Zhou's mother's [Buddha Kingdom in the Palm] was Zhou Tiege who had just joined the battlefield. He entered the battlefield from outside the sand table with the help of Huangquan. Even with Hu Wenlang's guidance, he still had a glimmer of hope.

Although Huang Quan seemed to be full of power, he was, after all, the manifestation of a fifth-rank military strategist. Even with Hu Wenlang's amplification, Hong Shigui was confident that he could get through it!

This is seeking survival from death!

On the contrary, Hong Shigui had no confidence at all in a head-on battle with Zhou Mu, a sub-saint seed who had not yet attained the third rank but had seen the celestial phenomena.

When the brilliant novel streaked across the sky like a meteor and crashed into the raging underworld, the first person to react was Concubine Mo. Such an interesting story must end with at least a third-rank person today, otherwise wouldn't it be a pity?
She drove the Yunxiang chariot, dragging the seven emotions and six desires of mortals, and crashed into the blazing white meteor like a madman. In the sky of the dream, two stars, one white and one black, streaked across the boundless sky and collided with each other.

Every collision is a contest between human emotions and Confucian morality.

Only novelists understand novelists best.

This method is simple and pure. It is to fight for mutual destruction. I can even lose one thousand of my own and hurt the enemy eight hundred. I am betting that you, Hong Shigui, dare not exchange your injuries for my life at this time. Otherwise, what can you use to fight against the Taoist fish and dragons who are eyeing me covetously?

"madman!"

Hong Shigui really didn't dare to fight with Mo Fei. In front of the snack stand, he stretched out his right palm and grabbed towards the Tingchao Tower not far away under the strange gazes of ordinary people around him.

It seemed as if this palm, like the [Buddha Kingdom in the Palm], could accommodate the entire place.

He said in a deep, firm voice,

"Orthodoxy: Loyalty and righteousness."

This is a skill that all the top three grades have, or in other words, this is the foundation of the top three grades.

A strange force surged into Tingchao Tower.

No, to be precise, a strange power erupted in Tingchao Tower!

In Zhou Tieyi's [real vision], ordinary people in the entire Tingchao Tower were all emitting a bright white light. Although this light was not as good as the Confucianists' righteous spirit, the gathering of thousands of people formed a brilliant "galaxy" in Zhou Tieyi's eyes.

In this galaxy, there are only three exceptions.

An aura belonged to the Right General. He stroked his beard with a smile, watching the good show in front of him. His own existence was like a towering mountain, motionless, with thousands of soldiers behind him.

An aura belonged to the monk Kūkai. He put his palms together, chanted the Buddha's name, and transformed himself into a golden arhat. Behind him, a bodhi forest appeared, and the monks in the forest were at ease.

One belongs to the mother, but the mother herself is at most like a fish, swimming outside the Taoism, but temporarily unable to manifest her own Taoism.

This is what my mother said. Although she saw the celestial phenomena, she did not attain the third level.

Apart from the three of them, only I can hide myself with the magical power of [Usurping God], and I do it better than my mother.

But now you are using the power of Taoism to invite a thief into the house. No, you are openly inviting me, Zhou Tieyi, to come in. You can't blame me for this!

Under the influence of the tradition of loyalty and righteousness, first of all, a sense of loyalty and righteousness unconsciously surged in the hearts of the people watching the battle in Tingchao Tower, as if the good thoughts in their subconscious were stimulated. At this time, faced with many ambiguous choices, everyone present would tend to be loyal and righteous.

If we use Zhou Tieyi's understanding, then at this time, when everyone picked up a tael of silver on the ground, they would try to find the original owner instead of taking it for themselves.

Although this loyalty was fleeting, at that moment, it crashed into the dream world with the force of thousands of stars, strengthening the connection between the inside and the outside.

Zhou Tieyi looked inward and saw that in his dantian, the copy of "The New Biography of Xue Ren" belonging to Qiao Yongen was shining brightly, as if it had been inspired by the source.

Zhou Tieyi placed his mind on this light, and carrying "The New Biography of Xue Ren" like the surrounding starlight, he crashed into the dream world.

In an instant, the scene before the eyes of the people in Tingchao Tower changed. There was no longer tea and snacks around them. Instead, thick, black-painted beams were replaced by the boundless sky.

In the sky, black and white stars collide and chase each other.

Above, there was a giant hand like a group of palaces in the sky falling down, grabbing the white star, and below, there was a rushing muddy yellow spring, rushing up to the sky and washing towards the white star. It seemed that this star had no way to retreat, but when their thoughts poured into this dream, Hu Wenlang and Zhou's mother paused at the same time. They felt that they were involved in a turbulent river, and this river came from everyone in front of them.

Hu Wenlang and Zhou's mother were affected, but the blazing white "The Story of Xue Ren's Loyalty" burst into unprecedented brilliance with the help of the starlight from the crowd, and accelerated for a moment, breaking away from Mo Fei's pursuit, breaking away from the hands that were grabbing at it, and crashing into the most immature Huangquan, evolved by Zhou Tiege.

Just at the moment when the stars fell into the water.

Zhou Tieyi whispered in his heart, "Usurping God."

It was you who invited me in, so you can’t blame me, Zhou!
With a rustling sound, the sound of books being torn can be clearly heard in this dream world.

The blazing white star shook for a while, and then the starlight seemed to be swallowed by some invisible thing, rapidly dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As soon as he slowed down, Zhou's mother and Mo Fei caught up with him in an instant.

In the real world.

Hong Shigui no longer looks like he holds the orthodoxy and the advantage lies in me.

His body was shaking, and he couldn't even make a move to reach out to Tingchao Tower. It was as if he had suffered a stroke. He frantically looked for something to support himself with his hands, and even overturned the wontons in front of him. The shiny soup with chopped green onions spilled all over his light blue satin shirt, making him look so miserable!
His actions shocked the stall owner so much that he couldn't help but come forward to help him, "Sir, are you okay?"

"Need not!"

Hong Shigui said with gritted teeth. At this moment, his brain felt like being pierced by a steel needle. The tremendous pain affected his judgment every moment.

Someone is using some very strange methods to directly attack his own orthodoxy.

The only thing he knew was to escape quickly with his foundation, otherwise the situation would get worse!
The next moment, Hong Shigui's figure disappeared in front of the snack stand. With the help of the subconscious of the people around him, he took a step of a hundred feet and fell into the Tingchao Tower, merging with the blazing white star that had already crashed into the underworld.

For a moment, a great general stood in the dream, exactly the same as General Xue Ren of Tianxing two hundred years ago.

The novelist's divine method!
Xue Ren raised his palm and collided with the palm that was falling from Zhou's mother.

Between the two palms, the brilliance of stars exploded and fell, and Taoist palaces collapsed and fell into ruin.

Zhou Tieyi was like a rat that had entered a rice jar. In his mind, the "New Biography of Xue Ren" was not only quickly repaired, but also a large number of brand new "pages" were condensed. It not only recorded more martial arts knowledge about Xue Ren, but also involved military formations and Confucian righteousness.

In just a moment, he stole at least a quarter of Hong Shigui's Taoist foundation.

This is what happens when the owner invites a thief into the house but is unable to keep the thief out.

After a hard fight, with the help of the strength of both sides, Hong Shigui made a prompt decision and stepped into the underworld completely. As long as he passed Zhou Tiege's blockade of the underworld and entered the real Yujing Mountain, with the novelist's ability to travel through dreams, the probability of him escaping to the Simin Mansion was extremely high.

In the sandbox, when Hong Shigui entered the underworld of his own evolution, Zhou Tiege's aura changed strangely, and his human eyes turned into a pair of golden vertical pupils.

The mighty thunder surrounding his body also became deep and silent.

A phantom emerged from his Dantian Qi Sea, and this phantom poked its head out from the boundless darkness. Just its head was enough to cover Zhou Tiege's entire image of a martial arts god. The phantom looked at Zhou Tiege with cold, yellow vertical pupils, just like Zhou Tiege was looking at Hong Shigui at this moment.

"Seek death."

The word "death" was infinitely magnified and pressed into Hong Shigui's book, leaving an indelible aura.

The illusory and unreal Yellow Springs directly opened up a real road leading to the Yellow Springs. If Hong Shigui stepped into it, he would be seeking his own death.

The next moment, Hong Shigui felt his whole body lighten. He had indeed left Tingchao Tower. It could even be said that he had left the world of the living and entered the real underworld.

All around was an endless expanse of barren land, with everything withered and decaying. Even the seemingly intact stones on the ground would break at the slightest touch.

There was no sun, no moon, no stars in the sky, and it was so gray that it was difficult to identify any direction.

Layers of white mist and black mountain-like fog enveloped everything.

It was as if all the colors between heaven and earth were gone, and now only Hong Shigui was left.

However, even the color on his body was fading quickly. This precious silk garment made by the Qiao family could normally withstand the condensed energy of a fourth-grade warrior without being damaged, but now it was rapidly covered with dust.

Huangquan.

Hong Shigui quickly determined his location, but he did not panic. Entering Huangquan did not mean death. On the contrary, as long as one knew the rules of Huangquan, even a cultivator of the middle third rank could leave, not to mention him, a novelist of the upper third rank.

Moreover, even if he was dragged into the real Yellow Spring, he must be at the entrance now and has not gone deep. He has not even seen the Yellow Spring itself. Maybe after escaping, he can directly return to Yujing Mountain.

"His Yellow Spring can actually become real in an instant? Is this his spiritual talent?"

Hong Shigui's mind flashed with the pair of yellow vertical pupils that Zhou Tiege looked at him for the last time. He seemed to have heard of what this thing was, but his brain was still in severe pain due to the tearing of his Taoist tradition, so he couldn't remember more accurate information for the time being.

"And what exactly was that power just now? The curse?"

Thinking of the pain of the Taoist orthodoxy being torn apart, Hong Shigui's heart became even more gloomy, but he also knew that now was not the time to think about problems, so he raised his foot and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, he heard a heavy dragging sound between the silent sky and earth.

Before he could react, a thin, withered figure passed through the white mist and appeared in front of Hong Shigui.

This figure was like a combination of a dying old man and a night owl, with two chains behind him carrying a huge coffin. On the coffin was a Chinese character for happiness that seemed like it could ooze blood at any time.

With a thud, the mute old man put down the coffin, untied the chains around his body, and nodded politely to Hong Shigui.

The next moment, the coffin lid hit the ground with a bang, and a withered, white, but strong arm stretched out of the coffin, accompanied by a deep laugh, "You have offended my good grandson. It's not too much for me, as a grandfather, to come after you."

General Zhou Guangxia, the mighty general, walked out of the coffin, holding his personal weapon, performed some sword moves, and looked at the seriously injured Hong Shigui.

(End of this chapter)