The Strongest Knight

Chapter 187 Taoist Guidance

"Captain Zhao, you are truly a brave and resolute man! I owe you a favor!" The middle-aged Taoist landed on the ground and bowed deeply to Zhao Qinghe.

There was blood at the corner of his mouth, and it was obvious that he was feeling uncomfortable being pressed down by the huge centipede monster.

Zhao Qinghe waved his hand and said, "I am a resident of the people and I should do my duty. You don't have to worry about it."

"It's the anti-poison pill. Do you have any more, Taoist? The one in my mouth is about to be used up." Zhao Qinghe pointed at the poisonous fog around him and said with a wry smile.

The middle-aged Taoist was startled and looked at the poisonous fog around him, "Don't panic."

The Taoist priest quickly took out a dagger, held down the still wriggling body of the centipede monster and started chopping it off.

Since the centipede monster was dead and had lost its strength, its body was no longer as hard. The Taoist cut its abdomen and found a dark green pill the size of a palm.

The Taoist put his luck into the pill and after a few rituals, the poisonous fog around him quickly rushed towards the centipede monster's poison pill.

After a moment, the poisonous fog disappeared without a trace. The county residents gathered around carefully again and saw the huge centipede corpse still wriggling. They couldn't help but marvel at it.

Two strong men whose children had been abducted were so emotional that they couldn't help but kneel down and cry.

The county residents had more people and more strength, so they quickly made a stretcher and carried the centipede monster's body towards the county town.

Zhao Qinghe and the Taoist naturally became heroes who slayed demons.

Neither Zhao Qinghe nor the Taoist elaborated on the details of how the centipede was killed, but Shangguan Jun and Tietou both saw the scene of Zhao Qinghe breaking into the poisonous fog alone.

Therefore, after the team returned to the county town, various versions of the story of Zhao Qinghe fighting the monster and saving the Taoist priest soon appeared.

County Magistrate Zhang Wen was overjoyed when he saw the corpse of the centipede monster. He once again held a banquet in the county restaurant to entertain all the heroes of Qingquan County.

The demon-slaying expedition also resulted in more than a dozen casualties among the county residents. Zhang Wen ordered people to send them compensation one by one, and listed them as demon-slaying heroes in Qingquan County. He set up tombstones to commemorate them, and the centipede demon's body was buried next to the tombstone.

At a lively restaurant banquet, Zhao Qinghe left County Magistrate Zhang Wen and chased a figure alone with a pot of wine in hand.

When he left the restaurant, Zhao Qinghe found the Taoist priest standing there, as if waiting for him to catch up.

"Master, I'm sorry that this kid has taken all the credit from you." Zhao Qinghe raised the wine jug in his hand towards the Taoist priest and took a big gulp.

"Fame, wealth and honor are nothing but dirt to those of us who practice Taoism. This can be considered as my repayment to you, Captain Zhao. You have chased me out in such a hurry, but do you have something to tell me?" the middle-aged Taoist said.

Zhao Qinghe took a deep breath, presented the wine jug, and knelt on one knee, "I want to join the Taoist sect! Please help me, Taoist! Please accept me, your useless disciple!"

The middle-aged Taoist was stunned. He originally thought that Zhao Qinghe wanted some benefits, but he didn't expect that Zhao Qinghe actually wanted to enter the path of cultivation.

"Captain Zhao has made great contributions in eliminating the demon this time. I believe that after the news gets out, you will be promoted soon. I see that you are quite courageous and will be appointed as a general and granted a title of nobility in the future. There is no doubt that you will become a high-ranking official in the future. Why bother to seek the mysterious way of cultivation?" The middle-aged Taoist advised.

Zhao Qinghe shook his head with a determined look: "All things in this world are nothing but skeletons in the end. I want to seek the way to immortality, I hope the Taoist priest will help me!"

"Seeking immortality?" The middle-aged Taoist laughed bitterly, "You are truly ignorant and fearless. Even though I have been practicing Taoism for forty years, I dare not mention the word immortality."

"I hope the Taoist priest will grant me this." Zhao Qinghe's expression remained unchanged.

"Forget it, you saved my life. If you really want to seek the Tao, why not I show you a clear way? But, success or failure depends only on you. What do you think?" said the middle-aged Taoist.

Zhao Qinghe's face lit up with joy, "Kid, I understand!"

"Well, a cultivator must have the talent to comprehend the spiritual power of heaven and earth. However, this talent cannot be described, touched, or explored. Only by trying it with real swords and guns can you know something."

"How should I try?" Zhao Qinghe asked.

"Of course not, you can't try it here with me. To comprehend the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, you must go to a blessed place with abundant spiritual energy. Three thousand miles to the north, there is a mountain called Tianlong Mountain. On the mountain there is a Taoist sect called 'Liuhua Sect'. Three months from now will be the day when Liuhua Sect will open its doors to accept disciples. You can go and give it a try." The Taoist said.

"Master, why don't you just accept me as your disciple?"

"Haha, I have been practicing Taoism for forty years, but I have just entered the second level of the Three Flowers. How can I teach you? If I really want to take you as my disciple, it would be a joke! It would harm you!"

Zhao Qinghe thought to himself that this Taoist was a good person. He put down the wine pot, clasped his fists and saluted, saying, "Thank you, Taoist Priest, for your help!"

"Well, you helped me kill the centipede monster in the middle level of the little demon, so that I could get its poison pill. This poison pill can be used to refine a precious pill, and it can also become a magic weapon, which is very valuable."

"I don't owe you anything. This is a hundred taels of gold. It's just what you need for the test. Take it."

The Taoist casually took out a lump of golden gold from the sleeve of his robe and handed it to Zhao Qinghe.

Zhao Qinghe had seen the Taoist take out poison pills, daggers, gold and other things from his wide sleeves. This should be some kind of Taoist storage magic.

Zhao Qinghe wanted to refuse, but the Taoist stopped him with his eyes: "Take it, don't refuse. You are just a small captain. It's already a bit tight to travel for three months. Where can you find a hundred taels of gold?"

Seeing Zhao Qinghe's hundred taels of gold, the Taoist nodded with satisfaction: "My name is Wuyinzi, and I come from the Langya Sect in the Langya Mountain. If you can really succeed in your cultivation, we will meet again!"

Seeing Wuyinzi was about to leave, Zhao Qinghe hesitated for a moment but then hurriedly said, "Master, please stay. When I was a kid, I heard that there was a blessed place called Yin Yang. Master, do you know about it?"

Wuyinzi was startled again, "Who told you that?"

"A wandering Taoist priest." Zhao Qinghe remained calm and thought to himself that there was hope.

Wuyinzi frowned, "There is a sect called Yin Yang. Go north for 300,000 miles, pass Tiannan, and enter the Tianhong cultivation world. There are six major sects in the Tianhong cultivation world, and one of them is called Yin Yang He Huan Sect."

"..." Zhao Qinghe appeared unmoved, but he secretly thought that this was definitely not the Taoist sect he was looking for.

Wuyinzi left, his figure still light and graceful.

Zhao Qinghe turned around and looked at the bustling restaurant, and said to himself, "Goodbye, Qingquan, I am going to pursue my own way of yin and yang." Then he turned back to his own house.

As a grown man, he didn't have so many things to do. He packed a package and put it on his back, took his savings of many years with him, wrapped a machete in leather and carried it on the other side for self-defense. While it was still early, Zhao Qinghe locked the gate of the courtyard, and to avoid trouble, he did not say goodbye to anyone and set off directly.

A distance of three thousand miles, in three months, means an average of thirty to forty miles a day.

This is a level five world after all. In order to avoid danger, Zhao Qinghe decided to follow common sense and move out during the day and hide at night.

On the first day, Zhao Qinghe was very excited. He traveled 35 miles in one afternoon and settled down in a small town north of Qingquan County.