Just when Fang Ning thought there was going to be a brutal murder, the facts turned out to be completely different.
I saw those young fists, feet, and sticks, after they landed on the old Taoist, they were shaken away one after another, like hitting a stone, making a "bang bang" impact sound.
Fang Ning was only slightly startled, but soon understood that these once-high-ranking cultivators may have lost their magic power, but their bodies, which had been tempered for many times, were still there.
It cannot be said to be steel and iron, at least it is comparable to wood and stone.
Fang Ning could understand the reason, but these villagers were all shocked. They all ran away in fear as if they saw a demon.
Seeing this, the somewhat embarrassed old Taoist couldn't help but start shaking again and shouted at everyone: "What? I really thought that I had lost my magical power! A bunch of fools dared to offend the immortal power. They deserve to die!"
After saying that, he reached out and grabbed the young man in front, strangled the opponent's neck, and held him in the air.
Originally a strong man, in front of this frail old man, he had no power to resist. He could only instinctively stretch out his hands and try to break them apart!
It seemed that this was the first time that the old man had been so offended. He was obviously very angry and began to use force on his hands.
The young man whose neck was stuck began to turn blue. He could not speak and could only look at the people around him, hoping that others would come to rescue him.
However, the villagers who followed him in the riot seemed to recall how powerful these Taoist priests were in the past, and retreated one by one. Many of them even knelt on the ground, shouting "Grandpa Immortal, please spare your life" and the like!
Fang Ning saw this scene from behind and naturally couldn't help it.
After all, even when playing games, he always chooses to take the honest route.
So he dodged and appeared in front of everyone.
"stop!"
Of course he can speak the language of this world. After all, this is the main world of the upper world. Not to mention what Anderson collected, it is a power of the god-level incarnation that can automatically understand the language of intelligent creatures. This is also one of the rumors of omniscience. Provenance.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, looking at the man who suddenly appeared.
The old man glanced at Fang Ning, and was stunned for a moment, then immediately let go of the man in his hands.
"Exalted Immortal, please forgive me. It's not that the Taoist meant to hurt anyone. It's really these unscrupulous people who are disgusting and caused trouble for no reason." The old Taoist knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.
Many villagers were shocked. The old Taoist who they had been afraid of just now was so humble to a young man. This made them panic, and many people knelt down.
Fang Ning was speechless. He thought he was going to fight and pretend for a while, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't follow the routine at all.
"What's going on? Could it be that when I arrived in this upper realm, I gained the aura of a king? Or can this old man sense my true power? Impossible, this is a god-level incarnation, and it is absolutely impossible to be lost by just one person. An experienced practitioner of magic power can sense it." In his mind, he said in confusion to the system incarnation.
"Oh, maybe this body is too handsome." System Avatar replied blankly.
"Sure enough, the upper limit of your system No. 2's IQ is the lower limit of my uncle's IQ. Such an answer can be said openly. My uncle is not so thick-skinned." Fang Ning said speechlessly.
The system incarnation didn't answer again.
Fang Ning was confused. The matter before him still had to be dealt with, and he found that he could use this opportunity to gradually explore the nature of this main world.
He waved his hand for everyone to leave, and the villagers quickly made way for a large circle.
"Let me ask you, are what these villagers just said true? Are you really able to pray for rain, or are you a liar?" He said calmly to the old man kneeling on the ground.
"This..." The old Taoist rolled his eyes, and then looked at Fang Ning's indifferent eyes. He immediately froze and said honestly, "I have reported it to the immortal. There is nothing the old Taoist can do. Since the end of the tribulation, I can still pray for rain." There are very few Taoist sects, especially those of us with small households, but we still have to eat..."
"He is indeed a liar!" The young man who was grabbed by the neck just now said harshly.
The villagers immediately started to make noise again, but when they looked at Fang Ning, they were still a little timid and did not dare to speak loudly.
"Okay, just give them back as much food as you deceived them. Even if this matter is settled for now, I still have something to ask you." Fang Ning was too lazy to bother too much.
He was born in a rural area and knew very well how difficult things were for the villagers. If they continued to get entangled, he would never be able to get away.
I don't think I have to pray for rain for these villagers. Is praying once enough? Impossible, crops are in season, and it would take at least dozens of rains.
When the old Taoist heard this, his face relaxed and he said quickly: "Yes, yes, Immortal, I will order people to return the collected grain to them."
As he said that, he reached out and took out a piece of yellow talisman paper. His face showed a look of physical pain, but he still managed to tear it open. Finally, the talisman paper turned into a yellow bird and flew quickly into the distance.
When the villagers saw this, there was a wave of fear on their faces. It seemed that the broken ship still had three nails, which they could not make trouble for.
If this immortal hadn't suddenly appeared, I'm afraid they would have been killed by this old Taoist.
For a moment, some clever minds suddenly thought of something and immediately knelt down to worship.
"Shangxian, please help us pray for rain..."
But as soon as they finished speaking, they looked up and saw that the old Taoist and the immortal in the field had disappeared.
… …
There is a small clearing in a withered forest.
In the open space, Fang Ning appeared here clutching the old man.
"Okay, let me tell you first, why did you kneel when you came up? With your current strength, it is impossible to discover my true power." Fang Ning let go of the other person and couldn't wait to ask the question just now.
"Uh, forgive me, the Immortal," the old Taoist lay on the ground, and then replied honestly, "The Immortal's appearance is perfect and flawless. Only those immortals who have achieved Zhengguo can do it. Practitioners with lower cultivation levels can do it. It is impossible for them to have such grace as a divine being."
"..." Fang Ning was speechless.
"No. 2, you got the answer right. It's really unexpected and amazing." He couldn't help but admire him.
"I'm just giving the answer with the highest probability." The system incarnation had no sense of being praised.
If it were the uncle himself, he would have been very proud.
After Fang Ning solved the doubts in his mind, he said, "To hear you tell me, have you ever seen an immortal who has achieved enlightenment before?"
When the old man heard this, his expression was complicated, as if he was stuck in long memories.
However, he quickly came back to his senses and replied very respectfully: "Xiaodao has lived a crazy life for seven hundred and eighty-three years this year. When he met the immortal, he was still a child. At that time, Xingyun Palace went to the Shangpao Temple to worship, and Xiaodao followed the elder at that time. As a boy holding flowers, I am occasionally lucky enough to see the immortals who come to the world. Those immortals have the grace of the immortals, but they are still slightly inferior."
Hiss, any old Taoist who has lost his magical power is actually a person who has lived for hundreds of years!
Fang Ning couldn't help but sigh. It was indeed a mythical world of high demons similar to Journey to the West and the Conferred Gods. Every person who presided over a Taoist temple in the mortal world had a path to immortality.
It's a pity that now is the age of the end of the law in the upper world, and they, who were once aloof cultivators, can only become swindlers, trying to defraud food from ignorant villagers.
This is called the old king Xietang Qianyan, flying into the homes of ordinary people.
The veteran knelt on the ground without any resistance.
He knows very well what kind of existence it must be to be able to exert immortal magic and divine power in this catastrophe of the end of the law!
In front of the other party, there is no need to make any decisions at all. Even if the other party tells you to die, you must do it quickly.
The other party takes him back and forth in an instant. This is an immortal method. In the past, only the elders could do it.
But now, the only ones who can still do it are those gods and immortals...