"Street dance, what's that?"
In this era, Hu Bayi had never heard of such a thing. Moreover, this thing, strictly speaking, was popularized by a toothpick in Zhang Tian's previous life.
Zhang Tian himself held a neutral attitude towards this kind of dance, neither opposing nor belittling it.
To each his own.
Following Zhang Tian, the group quickly left the siheyuan.
Outside the gate, they saw a small turtle perched on the Taoist priest's head, shaking a bell incessantly.
The Taoist priest, meanwhile, was wildly waving the wooden sword in his hand.
He occasionally dodged attacks, and sometimes, when encountering a particularly potent one, he would do a roll.
In the illusion.
Countless ghosts were constantly attacking him.
These ghosts came in various forms: some with long tongues, some with long necks, and some with flat bodies.
Basically, all types were present, and their attacks were endless. The Taoist priest could only keep dodging.
Sometimes the Taoist priest needed to counterattack, but his primary focus was on evasion.
Due to the diversity of attacks, the Taoist priest would sometimes brace himself with one hand to dodge.
Sometimes he would roll on the ground, and the most outrageous move was bracing with one hand and spinning his body.
This sight truly stunned Zhang Tian and the others.
If the toothpick saw this, he would probably feel inferior.
"Look, this is street dance."
Zhang Tian pointed to the Taoist priest and then looked at Hu Bayi.
"Boss, this dance is so strange..."
Hu Bayi scratched his head, looking at the Taoist priest with curiosity.
At this moment, as the noise disappeared, Fatty was woken up.
It was strange how sometimes one could sleep through loud noises, but suddenly wake up when it became quiet.
"Damn, boss, what's going on? Such a commotion."
Fatty rubbed his eyes and slowly came out.
Behind him followed Wang Fei, watching the scene with great interest.
When Zhang Qilin saw Wang Fei, his eyes widened.
He was utterly incredulous.
Good heavens, not only did he snatch Lu Shang Wang's sword, but he also snatched his woman.
Were these people a gang of robbers?
Why did he feel like he had fallen onto a pirate ship?
Zhang Qilin looked at Zhang Tian and blinked.
Seeing this, Zhang Tian coughed.
"Uh, cough cough, Fatty's sexual orientation is a bit peculiar, it's normal, don't mind it. And this Wang Fei is also willing. Fulfilling others' wishes is a virtue."
Zhang Tian didn't know how to explain it.
Fatty kissed the sleeping princess, and then she clung to him?
Or did Fatty, after countless hardships, finally conquer Wang Fei?
This sounded a bit lewd? No, it was too lewd.
Zhang Qilin didn't say much, just looked at Fatty with admiration.
Fatty paid no mind, he was used to it.
His gaze fell on the Taoist priest who was "dancing."
"Huh, boss, did you hire an acrobat?"
"This dance..."
"Fatty likes it!"
As Fatty spoke, he actually charged forward and began to imitate the yellow-robed Taoist priest.
Zhang Tian: "???"
Hu Bayi: "!!!"
Seeing Fatty imitating with such skill, Zhang Tian slapped his forehead.
"Please, stop dancing..."
After a long while, Fatty seemed to tire himself out. He gasped for breath and then got up.
"This is truly bizarre. This old guy lasts longer than Fatty."
Fatty wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the Taoist priest.
The small turtle also got tired of shaking, so it climbed down from his head and rested.
The ringing of the bell gradually faded.
The Taoist priest also regained consciousness.
He lay on the ground, shook his head, and looked around. Where were the malevolent ghosts? They were all just dust kicked up by him while dodging.
If only there had been a bag of cement, Zhang Tian believed he would have put on an even better performance.
He slowly raised his head and, upon seeing the gazes fixed on him,
He swallowed.
He had just been watched? And while under a powerful illusion?
If there were no malevolent ghosts and no attacks, then he would have been...
Oh... no...
At this moment, he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
This was too embarrassing.
At this time, in the judgment room.
[Good heavens, look, this is street dance!]
[Strongly request him to be the host of that show. This dance is simply amazing.]
[Hahaha, not only was he watched, but it was a live broadcast for everyone. I'm dying of laughter.]
[If this Taoist priest knew that his exploits would be exposed to everyone later, I wonder what he would think.]
The audience below burst into laughter.
And in the scene, the Celestial Master coughed dryly.
He patted the dust off his clothes and stood up.
"My apologies, I was under an illusion just now and somehow ended up here. Young friend, please forgive me. This old Taoist will take his leave now."
Saying that, he acted as if nothing had happened and quickly prepared to slip away.
"Hey, if Fatty's thick skin could reach this level, he'd be invincible in the world. Right, Second Brother."
"Never mind, right, Old Hu..."
Seeing that neither of them paid him any attention, Fatty then turned to the back.
"Right, My Beloved Consort..."
Wang Fei let out a stream of guttural sounds, and Fatty was dumbfounded.
"Buzz."
Zhang Tian's long sword pressed against the guy's neck.
"Since you're here, come in for a cup of tea. Coincidentally, I have quite a bit of my Corpse-Beetle Tea."
Zhang Tian said with a smile.
He looked at the small turtle, which showed a sinister smile.
The Taoist priest shivered at the sight.
This little fellow's illusion was actually superior to his own, which he found hard to understand.
However, when he saw the ancient bell on the small turtle's backside, his eyes lit up. No wonder, so that was the reason.
A flicker of greed appeared in his eyes, but it quickly vanished.
Soon, Zhang Tian brought the man into his room.
The group surrounded him, and Zhang Tian scrutinized the man.
He wore a yellow robe and had a somewhat disheveled appearance, nothing like his previous face.
Zhang Tian guessed it was a disguise.
He exuded a unique aura, likely exclusive to Taoist priests.
"A midnight visit, this is my first time. I am not Patriarch Bodhi, and you are not Sun Wukong. Celestial Master, I don't think this is necessary."
Zhang Tian said, looking at him.
"You misunderstand, young friend. A huge misunderstanding. I was just confused by a little ghost. How could I have come to your place?"
"Truly, the Dragon King's temple has been flooded by its own people."
Knowing he couldn't escape, the man began to make excuses.
Zhang Tian was too lazy to argue. He spoke with a serious tone.
"I'll give you two choices."
"First, hand over your cultivation techniques. Second, keep your ghosts company."
With that said, Brother Xiao's Black Gold Ancient Saber was already pressed against the man's neck.
As for what his name was, Zhang Tian was too lazy to know; it wasn't necessary.
"I won't tell you. Even if you kill me, I have senior and junior brothers. You can't eliminate them all!"
He said with a sinister expression.
Zhang Tian, however, laughed heartily.
"I think you don't have any senior or junior brothers, do you? The Ban Shan sect, no matter how poor, wouldn't resort to widespread deception."
"Moreover, your actions, so cold-blooded, preventing ghosts from reincarnating, is clearly not the way of the Ban Shan sect."
"And, according to what people at the auction said, you are a Taoist priest from Qingming Mountain. That means you have established your own sect. Am I right?"
Zhang Tian said with a smile.
The person before him froze, and a flicker of evasion crossed his eyes.
Zhang Tian's guess was correct.
Ban Shan Taoists were generally very mysterious. Few descended the mountain, and even fewer would expose themselves to the public.
Unless, he had already left the sect.
"No, how could that be."
He still wanted to explain, but Zhang Tian no longer gave him the chance.
"Even if you don't give it now, it's fine. We know where your home is, and we can raid it."
Hearing this, the man clearly panicked, indicating that there were important items at his home.
Seeing this, Zhang Tian glanced at Zhang Qilin.
Zhang Qilin, with a tacit understanding, flashed and disappeared with the man from the siheyuan.
"Boss, where is he going? In the middle of the night."
Fatty asked, watching Zhang Qilin leave.
"Qingming Mountain."
Zhang Tian uttered a few words.
He looked out the window.
"This is amazing. Boss, how do you manage to communicate with Second Brother with just a look? I want to learn."
Fatty blinked.
"Why do you want to learn this?"
"To have a pleasant and wonderful exchange of glances with boss?"
Fatty grinned.
Zhang Tian: !!!
*Whoosh~*
*Bang!*
Zhang Tian kicked him flying. If he were to exchange glances with Fatty,
Zhang Tian could already imagine the bizarre scene.