Taoist chanting

This kind of mortal aptitude is forcibly tempered and tempered to advance to innate and lay a solid foundation for martial arts. The current fairy temple can afford it, but it is not a small fortune.

"Okay, as long as you can't die, I'll ask him what he means."

Zhang Wenfeng could hear the confidence in Tu Kun's words, and he was quite curious, beckoning for fun.

Talk to Lezi about the matter, specifically emphasizing that Tukun's method will have the danger of "often hanging by a thread and hurting muscles and bones". Ask Lezi for his opinion, or go back and discuss with Uncle Lame before replying?

Lezi has been working in the fairy temple for more than a year, and he has heard a lot about the mysterious soil protector. Knowing that the little man in front of him is a real expert, he wiped his sweat, cupped his hands and said, "Excuse me Sir, with your method of forging the body, how likely is it that a blunt talent like mine will become innate?"

Martial arts cannot be promoted to innate, everything is just a cloud in the sky.

There was a hint of usual sarcasm at the corner of Tu Kun's mouth, and he said: "Assuming you have a bit of self-knowledge, you know that your own aptitude is dull. Let me tell you this, in three months, there is a [-]% chance of becoming a congenital. The premise is that you can endure hardships. It hurts to eat, don't cry like a little bitch and call your father and mother ugly."

In fact, in his heart, innate is a fart.

He mainly wanted to see the shrunken expression on that water god girl's face, which should be very interesting.

Baoxiang, the head of Fangnashui Langchao, solemnly pretended to be an old man with him, which made him very upset.

I think there were many mountain gods and water gods he killed with Xuanmu back then.

Anyway, what was wasted was the resources of the Taoist temple of the old Zhang family, and he did not feel sorry for the temple owner.

But it's only a maximum of three months. It's unnecessary to exceed it. It's too expensive for the medicine. It also proves that he is wrong, but if he is wrong, he is wrong. So what can he do?

He didn't want to spend any more time using resources to create a martial artist talent.

Lezi didn't seem to hear the harsh sarcasm, bowed his hands, and said without hesitation: "I am willing, I can endure hardships and pains, please teach me Mr. Tu!"

Chapter 407 How can I miss it?

Zhang Wenfeng felt relieved when Lezi was handed over to Tukun for teaching. Hearing what Tukun said, martial arts training requires resources, and Lezi should be prepared to die. Anyway, he is willing to fight and suffer, so he will not interfere.

He knew that what Tu Kun said was harsh, but he still had a reason in his heart, so he had to wait three months to see the result.

It can make Tu Kun want to accept apprentices, presumably Le Zi has good aptitude in martial arts, but he is not experienced enough to see it.

The old cripple heard that Mr. Tu had accepted Le Zi as a registered student, and his old face burst into smiles. He wanted to hold a formal apprenticeship tea ceremony to show respect and courtesy, but was rejected by Tu Kun. He is not a congenital martial artist. of?

Tu Kun doesn't pay attention to some formalities, he pays attention to benefits.

Some of his small thoughts would not be revealed to outsiders, they were just to verify the mysteries of the body training method that Boss Xuanmu gave him back then.

Two days later, Zhang Wenfeng received a reply from Xie Hufa, saying that in the remote Pinggang County of Nanjiang Prefecture, there is a Baifeng temple, which supports a thousand-year-old elm spirit. With some arrangements, it has survived 500 years. During the ebb and flow of spiritual energy in the year, a different kind of thought was born,

The elm spirit seduces the current owner of Baifeng Temple, and uses the sorcery of "star coffins densely covered" to set up coffin shops in the towns and cities of several nearby counties. collected to improve cultivation.

In the coffin shop secretly opened by Bai Fengguan, the master craftsman must be controlled by the elm spirit.

Over time, it is inevitable that some weird things will leak out.

This time, the patrol envoys from Nanjiang Prefecture and the patrolling guards from Wanglong County tracked down the clues and found out the details of Baifengguan, but at the last moment, they were eager to make contributions and alarmed the elm spirit, which led to a fall short.

The elm sprite launched a large array of sorcery, overturning more than 60 miles of water transport at the root of the mountain in one fell swoop, causing the entire Baifeng Temple to be destroyed, tens of thousands of casualties nearby, the elm sprite fled with the refined body, and disappeared without a trace.

Xie Hufa asked Guanzhu Zhang to assist him in the long message. If he happened to meet him, he would entangle the elm sprite who has not yet broken through to the fourth level but has great destructive power. The chasing team of monks will soon arrive , and so on.

Zhang Wenfeng slapped the palm of his hand with the yellow talisman, and immediately went to look for the second senior brother.

Back then, Chen Qingqiao and his second senior brother tracked down a strange case and found that there was something wrong with the coffin shop in Xihezhou Town.

The Skynet was extensive and sparse, and the patrol envoys in Zhoucheng made new discoveries from many unsolved clues, and found out who was behind the scenes.

"Second Senior Brother, the disciples will go to other counties to assess the recruitment of apprentices, so wait for now."

"Did something happen?"

"The coffin shop that you and Chen Guanzhu investigated last time has a new trend. It is a very large evil thing. This is a message from Protector Xie. You can see it."

The second senior brother took the Huang Fu and looked at it silently for a moment, then said: "You are so courageous, you have resorted to unscrupulous means to such an extent, causing tens of thousands of deaths and injuries, this kind of scum must be brought to justice, and the law must be upright."

He can't see evil spirits doing harm to ordinary people the most.

Returning the yellow talisman to the temple master, hastily summoned the disciples from all over the Taoist temple, and announced the suspension of going out.

The dozen or so disciples who took three years to cultivate need to be improved in terms of age, experience, and strength. They are currently in the sharpening stage. Of course, he must take care of them and prevent them from taking risks easily.

When they practice for another three years, he will no longer protect them like an old hen, and let them go out and wander.

Zhang Wenfeng went to the mountains in the northeast and found Tu Kun who was busy arranging the nodes of the formation pillars. He briefly explained the matter, and told the donkeys, little fox demons, Hu Qiang'er, etc. who were running around nearby to be quiet. Run around, let the little fox demon give Xinyue a message, try not to retreat these few days.

Tu Kun squinted his eyes and smiled sinisterly: "The elm sprite, which is more than 400 years old, has not yet recovered its cultivation base. Now it is wanted by the Daolu Academy and rejected by the Daan Dynasty. Its strength is limited. If If it falls into our hands, how can other guys come to help?"

He dared to say this kind of big talk because he joined forces with the temple master to deal with the three Wu tribe defenders last time.

An elm sprite fleeing with its body is simply a walking treasure house.

The more than 1000-year-old guy who has survived the end of the aura, has some private money and magic weapons with him, and if he catches it, he can enrich the foundation of the fairy temple.

No matter how much resources his named disciple eats, it will be spent on low-level spiritual herbs after all, but it doesn't matter if he eats hard.

Zhang Wenfeng asked: "Guardian Earth, do you have a way to find out the whereabouts of the elm sprite?"

"No, I don't have that ability, the most I can do is explore the earth's energy..."

Tu Kun suddenly remembered the second senior brother's ability in divination and calculation, and said: "Let the head of the mountain try it. I will join hands with him, and maybe we can figure out some clues. He can divination and I can check the air. As long as there is a general direction, we can find some clues." It can be dug out."

Abandoning the work at hand, Tu Kun flew back in a hurry.

The mountain badger, which was burrowed in the mud like a ground mouse, poked its head out to watch for a while, then jumped out, shaking the dirty sand on its body, and chased after the donkey's buttocks to play.

The little fox demon thought for a while, and then sent a summons to the elder sister who was practicing in White Fox Castle, informing her of such a big event.

For the capable Mr. Tu and the temple owner, the elm spirit is a windfall, but for others it may be a disaster.

After the second senior brother heard the idea of ​​the guardian of the earth, he took a bath and changed his clothes formally, let his hair loose, and devoted himself to calculating divination in the quiet room of the bamboo building, while Tu Kun and the temple master watched from the sidelines.

With the help of the answering insects, the second senior brother roughly calculated the escape direction of the elm sprite.

Draw a zigzag line on the Kanyu map, and finally charcoal draws a circle at a certain position, saying: "It should be in this area, where is the specific position, there is too little information, and there are many strange disturbances, I guess not come out."

Zhang Wenfeng was very familiar with the topographic map of Nanjiang Prefecture, and said, "It's the Baihu Ridge in Xiahe County, two or three hundred miles away from us... It's strange, why did the elm spirit go to Baihu Ridge to hide?"

He couldn't guess whether it was a coincidence, or was Elm Elf's intention to go to Baihu Ridge?

He was deeply impressed by Baihuling.

Tu Kun laughed and said, "Whatever it is, it's easy to know the location, as long as it's still hiding in the soil, I can find it out? If you dare to do evil, you have to have the consciousness to be punished. Go, do it."

His aim was clearly aimed at the treasure, of course, that didn't prevent him from speaking in a high-sounding manner.

This is called a teacher who is famous, walks right, and walks straight.

Zhang Wenfeng followed and walked out, and said strangely: "It may take a few days to go out. If you don't tell Lezi, don't you worry about his exercising? He is just a beginner."

"It doesn't matter. He mainly made medicine for the first month, and he was taken care of by an old cripple who made medicine. He made medicine for an hour a day, trying to get rid of impurities in his body so that there would be no problems. "Wugou Body Exercise" has already taught him, then The thing is to practice in one breath, not to mention that you won’t make mistakes, but it’s not easy to practice, let’s see his luck.”

How could Tu Kun miss the benefits and windfalls delivered to his door, he casually explained a few words.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't say much, and the two flew to the south.

Chapter 408 Why do monsters make it difficult for monsters

Arriving at Baihu Ridge again, Zhang Wenfeng looked down from the sky. Compared with the previous year, it was lush and lush, and now there is no life for more than [-] miles here, the stream has stopped flowing, and only scattered low weeds and shrubs with strong vitality remain.

It is not known whether the remaining trees were struck by lightning or burned down artificially. The scorched trees that were blown by the wind and rain stood up all over the mountain.

The wind blows the withered grass rustling, and the yellow sand rolls up and desolates the eyes.

The big winter looks more and more unbearable.

"The mountain, root and water transportation in this place has been consumed too much by the old man of the land, and it will not recover within decades. Birds don't shit, and animals don't nest. Well, the more such a wasteland, there is an elm spirit hiding a stray dog. The more likely it is, if you do the opposite, others will hardly remember this place."

Tukun hovered over the barren mountain, his eyes emitting yellow-orange light, scanning the scorched wood, ditches and ridges below.

His flying stone has been cultivated by him to be the size of an egg, kept in his cuff, and kept warm day and night.

There are also a few rare treasures, which were obtained from the opening ring of the guardian of the Wu tribe. He is currently placed in the formation in the cave, and the imprinted breath will be slowly worn away with water, and then he will share the spoils with the temple master. .

He also carried a blue-black "undersea needle", one of the captured trophies, which was just right for him.

And a small, simple and lifelike copper toad, which was an earthen treasure brought out by the temple master from the underground secret room of the Taoist temple. The wood was taken away by him back then, and then returned to the original owner by the hands of the temple master.

With these treasures by his side, the world is so big that he can go anywhere.

At the current stage, those old golden core guards spend most of their time in the blessed place to meditate and hang their lives. Even if they are unlucky enough to meet another guard chasing after him, if he is the only one, they would really dare to let go.

The big deal is that you can't beat and run.

He re-refined the copper toad named "Wu Suan". Compared with the encounter with the Wu Clan guardian, his escape ability was three points more powerful, not because he was bragging.

According to the viewer, the witch clan is still scraping together the rare resources for exchanging the three corpses and the golden elixir, which should be in place before the end of the year.

Da'an slammed hard at the old fellows, biting three points to the bone.

Zhang Wenfeng was not idle either, he was holding a Ganoderma lucidum-shaped delicate Jade Ruyi in his hand, which was the wooden magic weapon suitable for him after he opened the last five forbidden treasures from the secret room.

Ganoderma lucidum jade shoots out strands of invisible wood energy, exploring the various places on the mountain below.

The escaped elm sprite steals the yin energy of the dead souls, and causes great murder. This world will not tolerate it. It is incompatible with his vitality. If he has his own way to check the energy, it's just him Not proficient in this way.

The two people in the air staggered to search the land below carefully, turned around again, and the sky was getting dark.

Tu Kun greeted and landed on a bare rock on the slope of Xitou Mountain.

"This small piece of land is a bit weird, there is a cold and evil spirit hidden, you help me sweep the formation, I will use the method of searching the ground to look for it, and if you see any evil spirits fleeing later, you can intercept it and kill it, don't tell it to run away .”

"Don't worry, you can't run away from it."

Zhang Wenfeng put away Yu Ruyi and drew his sword in his hand.

He also noticed some problems in the vicinity, as if something unclean was hidden.

But not ghosts, he is very sensitive to ghosts.

Fortunately, there are two senior brothers who can roughly calculate the whereabouts of the elm spirit by using divination. Otherwise, finding the thousand-year-old spirit who has been hiding is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The two of them wandered around for more than an hour, during which time they did not encounter a single monk.

Apart from the desolation of this place, other tracking masters have gone to other places through their own channels. It is not certain who will find it.

Tu Kun stood still on the rock, and the yellow light under his feet slowly soaked into the ground and spread deep in all directions.

About a word passed, and Tu Kun's figure gradually became somewhat blurred in the night.

The north wind is blowing, and the yellow sand is bursting.

Zhang Wenfeng moved suddenly, stepped on the Nine Palace Steps, and jumped up, the sword light turned into cold lights, pouring down, several groups of fleeing black air made strange "squeaks", and "**" a few soft sounds, disappeared in the night sky in several directions.

This thing is not an elm sprite.

It seems to be another kind of unknown spirit, lurking here and I don't know what it wants to do?

A smear of golden light shot out from Tu Kun's body, and it shot on the dry scorched wood fifty feet away on the northwest hillside. There was a loud "Peng", and debris and powder rose up. When Zhang Wenfeng arrived, a cloud of transparent black air was mixed with the dust and debris. Zhong has escaped into the ground.

"Wait, don't kill it. It's a second-order dream charm. This little thing is rare."

Tu Kun hastily uttered a sound to stop her, but the temple master slashed with his sword, even if she escaped underground, Meng Mei might not be able to escape death.

He has used the magic of his own life to "enclose himself" in the vicinity of tens of feet, and he can detect small things as long as he touches them. To the two of them, the second-level Mengmei is just a weak chicken. Whereabouts, rubbing and rubbing, the meat on the cutting board is gone.

Meng Mei's mental attack was negligible to them.

Zhang Wenfeng put his sword back on the ground, and said with a smile: "I will force it out by chanting scriptures, and you will imprison it later."

What he has mastered are some powerful killing techniques, and he is worried that if one is not serious, he will kill a small thing that can enter a dream. With the combined strength of two people, it is more than enough to capture a dream charm alive.

"Quickly read, quickly read, let me watch."

Tu Kun urged.

He also has means to force out the little things hiding in the "Self-restraint", but it is not as good as Guanzhu's scripture reading power, and it consumes a lot of money, so it is not worthwhile.

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, and found that Meng Mei's aura resembled a yin god, so he recited Chapter 1 of the "Tao Jing".

Waves of invisible thought power spread around with the night wind.

The sound of the scriptures sounded like a wave of ballads to Tu Kun's ears, and he felt extremely enjoyable, and his heart was like still water.

Every time the temple master recites sutras, it can give him different touches and feelings. The spring breeze turns into rain, and the subtle things are silent, which makes him have endless aftertaste.

The thought power formed by the soothing scriptures fell to the ground and was immediately swept away like a strong wind, like a sword urging the soul. The mournful and self-pitying Meng Mei resisted for a moment, and staggered out of the ground, full of grief and anger, and whispered cried:

"You two celestial beings, I have devoted myself to cultivation and have never done anything harmful to nature. Why do you have to be so aggressive? I have been chasing you all the way from the north. Please forgive me. I will go to a remote and wild place in the south and never appear again. Densely populated."