The Taoist who invaded American comics

The power of the Nascent Soul does not come from the body, nor from the strength and capacity of the true energy in the body, but from the understanding of the rules of heaven and earth. It is a rebirth of levels.

These enhancements brought about earth-shaking changes in Taoism.

In just one thought, Wang Jing's Taiping Taoist skills immobilized all three temple mages in front of him. These mages who manipulate time and space and travel through space at will did not even think about Wang Jing, and were all frozen by Wang Jing.

With a face as cold as frost, he walked towards the three monks.

"Since you can't solve it and you can't take me to see Ancient One, then let her come to see me."

He walked to the golden magic circle held up by three people. In front of him, the golden time and space magic circle fell apart like fragile soil.

The howling wind blew away the magic circle, and the golden light drifted away like quicksand, along with the bodies of the three monks.

At the same time, unlike the temple monks who were immobilized by Taoism, the howling wind was increasing, and finally it had moved the surrounding clouds.

Unknowingly, the whole Queens District was disturbed by Wang Jing. Dark clouds filled the top of his head, and a thunderstorm was about to come.

Slowly the dark clouds grew bigger and bigger, and the dark clouds that were so low that you could reach out and touch them became darker and darker.

The entire sky was covered in black, which was so depressing that it made people panic.

"Oh God, what's going on"

"Today's lunar eclipse"

"eclipse"

"The sky has changed"

"Another Alien Invasion" The people of New York in Queens were in commotion. They were shocked by the sudden darkness at noon.

All kinds of information are flooding the Internet.

At this time, the three temple monks in front of Wang Jing had no time to think like this. Although their bodies were immobilized by Taoism, their minds were not.

Wang Jing's overwhelming murderous intent plunged their minds into the ultimate panic.

He wanted to beg, to live, to beg for mercy, but Wang Jing never thought of giving them a chance.

"It seems that Gu Yi didn't pay enough attention to you, so she didn't notice it. In that case" After waiting for a while, about ten minutes, Wang Jing didn't wait for Gu Yi.

"Then, it's not my fault." The eyes in the center of Wang Jing's forehead were astonishingly bright, like a rolling lava, and below the eyes was an increasingly fierce volcano. He waved lightly at the three of them.

In their frightened eyes, accompanied by the severe pain in their souls, first their palms and then their arms slowly turned into a golden quicksand, drifting away in the wind.

"What a pity." Wang Jing sighed.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped still.

Also motionless are the storms and thunder and lightning in the sky, the arms of the three people that are about to disappear, and the bustling city.

And thinking

"Time is an endless river." A golden circular portal appeared out of thin air, and a bald Gu Yi, dressed in yellow monk robes, walked out of it.

Walking up to Wang Jing who was still, he stretched out his hand and touched Wang Jing's forehead, his eyes that were constantly flowing like lava.

Suddenly, without any warning, Wang Jing appeared in a strange world without even noticing.

Upside down.

Upon entering, the scene that greets you has drastically changed. Ukiyo-e murals, rows of wooden menu boards, yellow lanterns that emit warm light, long Japanese-style sea pattern curtains, and groups of people drinking in low voices.

A Japanese style izakaya.

And now he was sitting at one of the wine tables, and in front of him were three men who were almost drunk, and their faces were red.

The wine and dishes were piled up, the cups and plates were in a mess, and the wine party was almost over.

"Is this a dream?" Wang Jing touched his brow bone, and it was as hot as lava.

The surging true energy instantly filled the sky and the land.

"No, this is Ancient One coming." He grinned, flashing his white teeth.

At this moment, the man sitting opposite him seemed to have drunk too much, and his words were too excited. He knocked over half a glass of white wine on the table with a wave of his hand, and clear wine flowed out of the glass.

There was a sudden gust of wind in front of him, and a slap smelling of alcohol hit him on the head.

Wang Jing subconsciously tilted his head and flashed his palm, then turned to look at the visitor coldly.

"Baga, why are you in such a daze? I called you so many times. Why don't you just go and pay the bill if you didn't hear me?" Before the man could finish his cursing words, he was instantly frightened by Wang Jing's murderous eyes. On the lips.

The unscrupulous murderous intent in his eyes was like a high-altitude god, which made the man's heart tremble violently and his mouth remained open.

After glancing at the man, Wang Jing withdrew his gaze, thinking silently.

The man who was startled and felt that he was weaker was a little angry. He wanted to be angry, but the terrifying look in his eyes just now made him unable to speak. He could only stand or sit awkwardly.

"Is Tokyo Japanese?" Wang Jing had dabbled in many languages ​​before he came to invade the world, and he knew a little bit of basic Japanese more or less.

Wang Jing looked around with narrowed eyes, thought about it, and after a moment, silently stood up and walked towards the counter. When he got up, he found that his clothes had changed. He was no longer a Superman T-shirt, but a straight suit.

What a coincidence is that there is a wallet in the suit, and the wallet also contains some large denominations of Japanese yen. The money is not much, but it is enough for a drink.

"Sir, the total is thirteen thousand yen." The girl at the counter put her hands on her knees, smiled and bowed.

When Wang Jing stood up to pay, the man who slapped Wang Jing on the head seemed to have regained his courage and said angrily: "Wang Jing, a Chinese boy, took the wrong medicine today. He dared to hide just now and look at me with that look."

"What are you looking at?" The others shook their heads in a daze. "Have you misunderstood Yamamoto-kun? He's just a Chinese boy. If he doesn't like it, just find an opportunity to let him know what it means to respect your seniors."

"Forget it, I will make him look good when we get back to the company." But Yamamoto Siichi, who was consciously offended, regained his arrogance and said reluctantly.

"Don't forget that the section chief is my uncle. He, a Chinese who just graduated and wants to stay in Japan, wants to give me a look." Yamamoto Si looked at Wang Jing's back with a vicious look in his eyes.

After settling the bill, Wang Jing looked back at Yamamoto and three others at the table, then opened the door and went out.

"No, that's not right." Wang Jing, who had just pushed the door and stepped out with his right foot, immediately retracted his foot.

What kind of bustling city was there outside? It was filled with a terrifying black mist. Under the light passing through the door, there seemed to be some kind of monster in the black mist, which was constantly rolling and twisting.

But when he looked again, it turned into a modern city with busy traffic and flashing neon lights.

"Sir, I'm sorry, could I borrow it for a moment?" Just when Wang Jing was in a daze, a drinker who was about to go out came next to him. He said politely to Wang Jing, who was blocking the door and had not made any move.

"Oh, okay." Wang Jing stepped aside to pass the door and looked at him with a faint look.

"Thank you, thank you."

When the drinker saw him giving way, he bowed slightly to him, squeezed past him, and hurried out of the door.

Wang Jing felt a surge in his heart as he watched the drinkers merge into the normal crowd without any strange phenomena happening.

After thinking for a while, he returned to the counter.

"Hello, what is today's date and where is this place?" Wang Jing said politely in Japanese with a smile.

The warm smile and handsome face made the cashier girl blush instantly. The only drawback was that Wang Jing's Japanese was really bad.

"Sir, I'm sorry I didn't understand it very well, no, but I can understand English," the cashier girl said with a blush.

"" Wang Jing's expression remained unchanged. With the experience of broken English, this embarrassment was nothing at all, and oral communication and daily study were always two different things.

When asking the cashier girl in English, Wang Jing used the glass surface of the huge wine bottle decorated on the counter as a mirror to see clearly what he looked like at this time. The image in the mirror was still himself.

"It's July 1st? How do I remember that it's the Showa era?" Wang Jing mumbled, pretending to be drunk, with his pupils shining.

"Sir, you are really joking. It's 2010 now."

Seeing that Wang Jing didn't seem to believe it, the cashier girl quickly took out her mobile phone. The time displayed on the mobile phone was July 2010, , : pm.

"Oh, it seems that I am really drunk and I really disturbed you." Seeing this, Wang Jing suddenly realized, he quickly patted his head and said with an apologetic smile.

"Tokyo 2010"

The smile on Wang Jing's face disappeared instantly as he turned his head, and an inexplicable look appeared instead.

"It's really interesting. Did Ancient One banish me to another time and space? Or did he travel through time?"

"It's okay sir, are you Chinese?" the receptionist asked curiously after a moment of hesitation.

"Yes, Chinese." Wang Jing turned his head and smiled like a spring breeze.

Gu Yi did not kill himself at the first moment, but chose to pull himself into this world. So what was she doing? He was suddenly curious and wanted to play with her.

Thinking of this, Wang Jing walked towards the table where he was sitting.

"Everyone, have you finished eating?" Wang Jing stared at the three people at the table who were full of alcohol and laughed in broken Japanese.

"Wang Jun, aren't you leaving? I see that you have already walked out the door." A man next to Yamamoto Siichi said sarcastically, leaning back on his chair.

In a highly hierarchical Japan, especially in the workplace, the relationship between emperor and ministers of ancient China continues, and it is a taboo for subordinates to disrespect their superiors.

Wang Jing's angrily leaving the scene just now made the three of them dissatisfied.

"No, I saw that the seniors drank too much, so I went out and called a taxi first." Wang Jing's face remained as usual and he continued to speak in half-baked Japanese.

"You're considerate." After hearing this, the man's face became slightly warmer.

Taxis in Japan, especially in Tokyo, are very expensive, and they usually don't take them if they can.

"Hmph." Yamamoto Tsukasa, who was already determined to take revenge, snorted coldly.

"But why are you stumbling so hard in Japanese today?"

"Maybe I drank too much." Wang Jing grinned.

"Well, okay." The three of them, who were also drunk and confused, were not too suspicious about this.

"Let's go, Yamamoto-kun, I think we've almost finished drinking."

"Well, let's go." Yamamotoji nodded after thinking about it. He would be a fool not to sit in the car.

The hot July temperature on the street makes people irritated and stuffy even at night.

When he arrived on the street at the door, Wang Jing stopped two taxis and asked the other two to leave first, while he himself held onto Siichi Yamamoto.

"It was my fault just now, Yamamoto-senpai, for drinking a little too much, so I asked Yamamoto-senpai to go to Ueno and have another drink to make amends."

Ueno, Tokyo, is famous for its custom shops.

"Yeah" Yamamoto Siichi's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned a little flushed under the influence of alcohol.

Yamamoto Siichi is a man with a very ordinary appearance and a height of 1.7 meters. His work ability is not outstanding at ordinary times. If he didn't have an uncle who is a section chief, then it would be good for him to have a job.

In the repressive Japanese society in Tokyo, it is abnormal for such a man to have a girlfriend, so he is very eager for things between men and women. When he heard that Wang Jing was so good, he originally wanted to play with Wang Jing's heart. Completely disappeared.

"Well, this is not good, it's already so late now," Yamamoto Siichi, who was already restless in his heart, said pretending on the surface.

"Why is it so late? It's only around 9 o'clock now, so early." Wang Jing looked at Yamamoto Tsukasa, who was a head shorter than him, and sneered in his heart.

"Okay, since Wang Jun wants to go like this, then I have to give you face, senior." Yamamoto said excitedly, and unknowingly, he changed his title of Wang Jing from "boy" to "jun".

"But it seems inappropriate for us to go now." Wang Jing suddenly changed the subject.

"Why is it inappropriate? Wang Jun doesn't want to go?" Yamamotoji, who was excited after being called out, immediately said anxiously.

"I didn't mean that. I meant that if we go there with our appearance now, it will leave a bad impression on others. We have just finished drinking and are still wearing work clothes." Wang Jing pointed to his formal salesman's suit. road.

"Then what's going on? Isn't this normal?" Yamamoto Siichi said with some confusion.

"You are wrong. The place I want to invite Yamamoto-senpai to this time is a very high-end custom shop, so I think it is better for us to go home and change our clothes."

"Ah oh oh, then I understand, what are you waiting for now? Let's go home and change clothes quickly."

Yamamoto Siichi, who was already obsessed with the drug, still had the ability to distinguish, so he immediately stopped a taxi on the road in a hurry. At this time, he didn't think the taxi was expensive.

"Wang Jun, why don't you go home?" As soon as Yamamotoji got in the car, he found that Wang Jing had also gotten up with him.

"I won't change. I'll just accompany Yamamoto-senpai home to change clothes. After all, you are in charge today and I will accompany you."

"Oh, the king is really thoughtful." After hearing Wang Jing's words, Yamamoto Siyi felt ashamed of his previous thoughts, feeling deeply that he was too small-minded and should not be like this.

While Wang Jing was flattering him all the way, they soon arrived at the apartment where Yamamoto Siichi lived.

This is a somewhat dilapidated old-fashioned single apartment building, the kind of single-row apartment that often appears in Japanese movies. It is cramped and deserted, but it is pretty good for a person struggling in Tokyo.

I followed Yamamoto Siichi upstairs. Yamamoto Siichi's apartment was on the third floor. Apart from a few scattered night cats, I didn't meet many people along the way.

The people I met were all walking in silence with their heads down, and almost every house up and down was closed, which looked very depressing.

"Wang Jun, please sit down casually for a moment. I won't greet you for now. I'll change my clothes very quickly." As soon as Yamamoto took off his shoes, he didn't even have time to entertain Wang Jing, and hurriedly ran towards him. bedroom.

"No need for that, I think it's better for us to talk first." Wang Jing stood at the entrance, closed the door with his backhand, quickly locked the door and smiled at Yamamotoji.

"Well what?" Yamamoto Tsukasa stopped in front of the bedroom door in confusion. He turned around subconsciously and saw that the Chinese intern who had been bullied by them in his memory and didn't take it to heart at all suddenly became as demeanor as a god.

It was as high as the sky, but so cold as to be as low as the sky, which made him frightened and palpitated, and he knelt down in shock.

I'll try to slow down the pace, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to write very long, which will be harmful.

Thanks to the sky that is full of youth and dreams of death, I will reward you again and I will give you the reward of the king.