Chapter Sixteen: Song Yuanzi

  Every day, each and every recitation, unknowingly, countless fragrance and fire wishes are received by the divine lamp.

  At the same time, more than 100 miles away in the city of Bo Yang, a small Taoist temple, Songyuanzi was sitting upright.

  In front of him hung a portrait of a woman, extremely beautiful, as if she might step out of the painting at any moment.

  Facing this portrait, Songyuanzi revealed a sly smile. It made people suspect that what was in front of Songyuanzi was not a painting, but a lively and beautiful woman.

  But right at this moment, someone outside called out respectfully: "Master!"

  Good things were disturbed by others, Song Yuanshen's face sank, and he rolled up the painting, then said in a low voice: "Come in!"

  The door creaked open and a handsome young Taoist boy walked in. Seeing Song Yuanzi's gloomy face, he felt a sudden jolt in his heart and secretly thought "this is bad". Song Yuanzi's temper was notoriously unpredictable, and these disciples were all very afraid of him!

  Although they were all Songyuanzi's most beloved disciples.

  "What's going on? Speak quickly!" Matsugenji shouted in anger.

  The boy's whole body shook, and he immediately said: "Master, it is what you mentioned last time. As soon as I heard the news about those two people, I came to report to you!"

  "Have you heard where those two have settled down?" Matsumoto's spirit shook, and even the unpleasantness from earlier was thrown to the back of her mind.

  "It's Yunlai Village, the Master has already arrived at Yunlai Village. Moreover, he has eliminated the evil god that harmed one side and has gained a foothold there! In fact, he has been treating illnesses for people in recent days!"

  Songyuan's face grew increasingly dark: "Was it your master who took action personally, or was it that guy?"

  "Indeed, it was Master's own doing..."

  "What?"

  Song Yuanzi's face changed greatly. The last time she saw Liu Bu Yi, she could see at a glance that this guy had no cultivation. How could he possibly use talismans to cure illnesses in such a short period of time?

  The little Taoist boy nodded and continued, "Now that village, everyone has converted to my teachings. However, Master, Yunlai Village is just a small village with less than a hundred people..."

  Song Yuansu snorted: "Do you know what this is? This is your master's ancestor selecting a successor! It's to see who performs the best, and then pass on the mantle to that person!"

  "My master, I've followed him for almost thirty years, no one understands him better than me." Song Yuansu's face was as calm as water: "He is giving me my last chance!"

  Dao Tong listened and although he had expected it to some extent, his heart was still extremely shocked. He wished the ground would split open a crack so that he could drill in and disappear immediately.

  He didn't want to hear anything about such a secretive matter!

  "He has already decided to take Liu Bu Yi as his successor, and now doing this is giving me, his hardworking and meritorious disciple, a last chance. It's also a test for Liu Bu Yi, to see if I can bring him down!"

  That young man's face had already turned pale, such a secretive conversation, he suspected that he himself had heard it, and wondered if there would be an opportunity to leave the room alive.

  He quietly looked towards the door of the room twice, calculating the distance, the chance of escape.

  But then Song Yuansu coldly said: "Look at you, so spineless. You've heard just a little something and already have a shifty look in your eyes. Do you think I'll kill you to silence you?"

  The young Taoist revealed a smile uglier than crying: "No, how dare the disciple doubt his master!"

  Song Yuanyu said another sentence that made him even more frightened: "Even if you suspect, it doesn't matter. My Qingyang Sect has never cared about these things. When choosing disciples, we only look at ability! If your master gives me the opportunity, I will naturally give you and your fellow disciples an opportunity..."

  After listening to Song Yu Zi's words, the young Taoist slowly put down his guard and his mind became more agile: "Master, do you mean that we should get rid of Liu Bu Yi, no, I mean Shibo?"

  Song Yuanyu gave him a sideways glance: "Don't harbor any wild ideas, or else your master will personally take my head! I can use various methods to drag out Liu's retreat and ruin his good fortune, but I cannot harm him. That is the rule of the game..."

  Dao Tong was so angry he wanted to slap himself twice, why did he have to say that!

  But he suddenly thought, "Master, if our plan succeeds now and we get the He family's property, with more than a million tenant households under the He family, they will all surrender to our Qingyang Sect. Such a great achievement, I'm sure Master Zu won't ignore it either?"

  Song Yuanzi revealed a hint of a smile: "The child can be taught! Our master and apprentice not only need to think of ways to drag down Liu Bu's hind legs, but also strive for ourselves, make great contributions to our sect... Only then will the position of the helmsman be mine, and you will have the opportunity!"

  The young Taoist listened with burning blood and immediately said: "The disciple must think of a way as soon as possible to get Miss He's birth date and hair!"

  Songyuanzi smiled contentedly: "But it's unnecessary, these things, Master I have already gotten them a long time ago."

  As he spoke, he unfolded the painting in his hand and let Dao Tong see it, who was both surprised and delighted: "Master, your Soul-Capturing Painting is already done?"

  Looking at the beautiful woman in the painting, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

  Song Yuanyu saw it clearly, didn't think much of it, and said lightly: "You need to find a way to get the Soul-destroying Powder into the He Manor, in conjunction with this Soul-capturing Diagram, in order to exert its maximum effect! Tonight, I'll lend you this diagram for use."

  The young Taoist was overjoyed and hastily said: "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

  "Get out of here!"

  The Taoist boy took the soul-capturing picture, retreated with respect, and returned to his own room. He locked all the doors and windows, lit a stick of incense, and in the swirling green smoke, a vague shadow appeared in the body of the Taoist boy, wrapped in a layer of green smoke, revealing a human figure that directly entered the soul-capturing picture.

  Immediately, I saw the small pavilion in the painting, on a beautiful bed inside. There was a girl sleeping soundly, under the dim light, with beautiful curves, it was exactly the woman in the painting.

  This soul-capturing portrait, as its name suggests, captures a bit of the soul of the person being cast upon, and absorbs it into the painting.

  The young Taoist chuckled twice and surprisingly had a smile similar to that of Song Yuanzi when he was alone in the room, about 70% or 80% alike.

  He pounced on her like a tiger, pressing down on the delicate and timid girl who was lying in bed. Immediately, he began to wildly and wantonly toy with her...

  At this time, Songyuanzi's face turned extremely ugly. Gnashing his teeth, he said: "Liu Buji, you can't take my place... I am the heir of the Qingyang Divine Lamp!"