Chapter 215

"Daoist Gongsun, I hear you know Daoist arts?"

Du Qian, who had drunk a bit too much, leaned over to Gongsun Sheng, who was drinking by himself, and asked curiously.

Lin Chong and the others also pricked up their ears curiously: they had learned internal energy from Zhang Jie,

so they were naturally very curious about the extraordinary power that Gongsun Sheng might possess.

Moreover, as people of the Great Song, how could they not have any longing for the legendary Daoist arts that could allow one to cultivate to become an immortal,

attain the Dao and ascend, and from then on be immortal, free, and unfettered?

Since ancient times, many emperors have sought immortality; not to mention those muddled and incompetent ones,

the story of Qin Shi Huang, who considered his virtue to surpass the Three Sovereigns and his achievements to surpass the Five Emperors, and called himself Emperor, seeking immortals and asking for the Dao, is widely circulated;

Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, who laid the foundation for the brilliance of the Great Tang and was praised as having the "appearance of a dragon and the posture of a phoenix,

the look of the sun and sky," also had records of consuming "Golden Pills" in his later years;

and the current official sitting on the dragon throne of the Great Song even calls himself the "Daoist Emperor, Master of the Sect"!

"This poor Daoist is shallow in learning and talent, only knowing a little, just a little."

Gongsun Sheng put down the wine cup in his hand, his tone very humble.

However, everyone present could see the arrogance displayed on his body,

clearly he had real skills.

"I wonder if we ordinary mortals might have the honor of witnessing your Daoist arts, Daoist?"

Wang Lun asked with a smile.

He wanted to see if this stinking Daoist really knew Daoist arts.

If he really did, that would be fine, but if he was just putting on a show, don't blame him, Wang Lun, for exposing him.

The position of the number one lackey under the master belonged to him, Wang Lun,

and it couldn't be snatched away by this stinking Daoist who was accustomed to flattering.

"This..."

Gongsun Sheng was a bit hesitant.

When he came down the mountain, his master, Master Luo, warned him not to display Daoist arts at will, lest he bring trouble upon himself.

But feeling that gaze coming from the head of the table, he made up his mind: to gain a foothold on this Liang Shan,

and leave a deep impression in Zhang Jie's heart, he had to give them a shock.

He stood up from his chair, spread his Daoist robe, and bowed, saying:

"Since all the leaders and brothers are so enthusiastic, this little Daoist will show off a bit.

If it is not displayed well, I hope you will not mind."

"Mr. Gongsun is too modest!"

"Daoist Gongsun, do you need us to prepare any sacrificial offerings?"

Gongsun Sheng shook his head: "My Daoist arts do not need an altar,

the only requirement is an open space.

If displayed here, I fear it will cause damage, which would not be good."

"High-power Daoist arts?"

Hearing Gongsun Sheng say this, Du Qian, Liu Tang, and the others became even more excited.

Du Qian even secretly compared in his heart:

I wonder how this Daoist Gongsun's Daoist arts compare to our Liang Shan's cannons?

However, he still felt that cannons were more powerful: after all, cannons destroy cities and strongholds like bamboo,

yet he had never heard of a Daoist who could blast open city gates and walls.

Even so, he was still very much looking forward to Gongsun Sheng's Daoist arts:

This was a new kind of extraordinary power.

"Shall we go then?"

Although they said this, no one present acted without authorization,

but instead focused all their attention on Zhang Jie, who was sitting at the head of the table.

On this eight-hundred-mile water marsh of Liang Shan, Zhang Jie was the undisputed boss,

and only with his approval could this matter continue.

"Since all the brothers are so interested, how could I dampen your spirits?"

Zhang Jie, who was also curious about Gongsun Sheng's Daoist arts, readily agreed.

He wanted to see if these Daoist arts were an extraordinary power like internal energy,

or something else obscure, difficult to understand, and mysterious.

After obtaining Zhang Jie's approval, the group excitedly came to a reed marsh.

Liang Shan was located in the eight-hundred-mile water marsh; they might lack anything,

but they couldn't possibly lack this kind of desolate reed marsh.

"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, let the heavenly gods reveal their power!"

Zhang Jie and his group stood more than ten meters away, and they saw Gongsun Sheng holding a peach wood sword,

with disheveled hair, muttering words, stepping on the Big Dipper,

his wide black-brown Daoist robe with large sleeves fluttering, truly having the air of an immortal.

It left Liu Tang, Bai Sheng, and the others on the side stunned:

If one were to say there really were masters of the world, this would likely be it.

"Supreme Lord Lao, act quickly according to the law!"

After waving the peach wood sword for a while, Gongsun Sheng glared with wide eyes and waved his hand into the reed marsh.

Boom!

A loud noise rang out the next instant.

Splash, splash.

Flap, flap.

A spray of water several meters high splashed up from the previously calm surface of the water in the reed marsh,

and several reed stalks nearby were broken, startling countless water birds nesting in the reeds.

"Could this be the legendary Palm Thunder?"

The shocked "Daylight Rat" Bai Sheng muttered to himself.

He couldn't help but secretly recall in his heart whether he had offended Gongsun Sheng in the past,

he shouldn't be smashed to pieces by his Daoist arts one day, dying without a whole corpse would be too unjust.

Even Chao Gai's expression tightened: although he prided himself on his strength,

and was praised by his friends in the Jianghu as the "Pagoda-Lifting Heavenly King,"

if he were to take this Daoist art from Gongsun Sheng, he feared it wouldn't be easy,

and if it hit a vital spot, he feared this Pagoda-Lifting Heavenly King would never be able to lift a pagoda again.

"This, this..."

As a scholar who had always believed in "the Master does not speak of strange forces and chaotic spirits," Wu Yong was also dumbfounded.

Even though he had never believed in gods or ghosts, and thought things like divination were just psychological comfort,

the scene before him of water splashing and reeds breaking was still too much of a shock to his worldview.

Gongsun Sheng, who was posing, was very satisfied with Chao Gai and the others' reaction,

but what made him a bit puzzled was that on the Liang Shan side, whether it was Zhang Jie, the Zhang Zhaizhu,

or military advisors and leaders like Wang Lun, they all looked uninterested.

Zhang Jie could be excused, as he was the Liang Shan Zhang Zhaizhu, the noble person he had calculated to be indescribably noble,

who had his own plans in his heart, and could remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him,

and not blink even if a deer sprang up on his left, which wasn't strange.

But how could Du Qian and the others, who looked like simple-minded, strong-limbed brutes, be so calm?

'Could it be that other fellow Daoists have already been to Liang Shan before me?'

Gongsun Sheng frowned slightly, guessing in his heart.

'But this Palm Thunder is the secret Daoist art of my Erlong Mountain Purple Void Temple,

even if other fellow Daoists knew it, it's unlikely they could perform it.'

He couldn't figure it out in his heart.