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Zhang Wenfeng declined and said: "It's rare to come to the capital. In the past two days, I will go to the Daolu Academy to read books and ancient books, and go shopping in Fangshi at night. I will bother Sect Master Wu again when I have a chance."

Wu Bingyuan didn't force himself to stay with the guests, said a few polite words, and walked out of the Lingpu garden together.

Yun Qiuhe saw that the expressions of the two were clueless, so he didn't ask more questions through voice transmission.

After sitting in the side hall for a while, Zhang Wenfeng bid farewell, Wu Bingyuan and Zhike Daochang sent the two of them down the mountain with pomp and ceremony, all the way out of the mountain gate, said goodbye, and agreed on the time for the next visit.

Flying west and returning to the capital, Yun Qiuhe asked a few simple voice transmission questions, learned a little about the process of treating the ancestral tree today, and accompanied Guanzhu Zhang to the Daolu Academy on the west side of the inner city.

Showing his ID card and walking into the library, Yun Qiuhe took Guanzhu Zhang along the corridor to a seemingly ordinary old courtyard with blue bricks behind, and said via voice transmission: "Guardian, this is the place where you can exchange meritorious deeds for skills in secret books." 'Shuobenzhai', my cultivation level is not enough, the procedure to get in is troublesome, you go in, I will wait for you while reading on the second floor of the library."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly, and knocked on the old black wooden door.

There were ripples in the formation, and the door was opened by a bookish middle-aged Taoist priest, holding a book with a blue cover in his left hand, and returned a one-handed salute to Guanzhu Zhang, who was bowing, and extended his hand with a smile as a welcome.

Walking along the mossy green brick path into the first hall, the elegant middle-aged Taoist priest checked his ID card, stretched out his hand to ask him to sit down, and asked, "Zhang Daochang, what kind of exercises and secret books do you need? Can you share with me?" You can also search for it on the bookshelves in each room by yourself.”

Zhang Wenfeng was not polite, and said: "I also ask the Taoist priest to help me find the secret technique of the 'Eight Diagrams Soul Protection Talisman', please trouble me."

He couldn't see the cultivation base of the other party, and felt like a monk in a comfortable state.

The elegant Taoist smiled and said, "Wait a minute!"

In just half a word, someone came out of the west room and handed a brand new booklet to the Taoist priest.

The Taoist put the book on the table in front of Guanzhu Zhang, and explained: "Shuobenzhai's secret skills and exercises can only be viewed on the first three pages. This 'Bagua Soul Protection Talisman' secret technique needs to be exchanged for [-] merit points."

Zhang Wenfeng has already checked his merit points in Xie Yuanzheng, and there are more than 5000 in total, including the 3000 and [-] merit points obtained by beheading Guan Nan and other three witches in the wild last time. His meritorious deeds far exceed the total merit value of most sects. He picked up the booklet and read the first three pages carefully, and said, "I'll exchange this one first."

He took out his ID card and stuck it on a slap gun that the Taoist priest took out.

After completing the exchange, he took over the book that the Taoist priest had unlocked, flipped through it, put away the secret books, and asked the room where the talisman, woodwork, and swordsmanship books were located, and a young Taoist priest took them to look through them.

After staying in Shuobenzhai until the afternoon, he exchanged for a copy of "The Secret Book of Talismans and Souls", a copy of "Wood Fire Boiled Sea Scrolls" and a copy of "Sword Town God's Head". The three books only cost him four thousand and four. [-] meritorious service points.

After learning the soul-splitting method recorded in "The Secret Book of Talismans and Souls", he can try to draw the soul-soldier talisman, the dead-soldier talisman and other secret talismans that are not transmitted in the painting pavilion, so that the few talismans on hand will not be used. When it's over, it's useless.

The shop of the Huage Pavilion in Fangshi has already started to sell Guardian Talisman Armor, Soul Armor Talisman, etc. in exchange for materials and aura stones, which are the characteristics of the shop of the Huage Pavilion.

It doesn't matter if he takes it out and uses it, it won't be too eye-catching.

When the elegant Taoist priest sent Guanzhu Zhang out, he said as usual: "Daoist Zhang, the law is not taught lightly, please be careful!"

Zhang Wenfeng understood the meaning, and said with a smile: "I understand, Taoist priest, please stay."

There are too many good things in Shuobenzhai, which dazzled his eyes. There are many expensive and fragmented scrolls, which start at [-] merit points. He feels that the hard work he has earned is really worthless.

It's too much to chew, and it's a waste of time. Learn the few booklets you exchanged first, and come back later when you have time.

Walking to the second floor of the library building, I found Yun Qiuhe who was reading a book. The sun had already set in the west.

Accompanying Yun Qiuhe to eat dinner in a small restaurant in an alley, and walked back to the inn, Yun Qiuhe continued the room fee for three nights, and then went out to visit the market after about an hour. room to rest.

Zhang Wenfeng washed his hands and face, paced around the room, thinking about the details of the investigation of the ancient trees in the morning.

Suddenly stopped while walking, Zhang Wenfeng looked a little cold, and said: "Your Excellency is hiding in the bottle, I don't know what you want to do?"

He didn't even know when that strange soul power was hidden in the keeper bottle?

Not a ghost, he is very sensitive to ghosts.

There is a flying sword in his bottle, and there is a Yin terracotta stone warrior sitting in it, the mysterious soul power can sneak in, not be swallowed by the stone warrior, and not afraid of the sharpness of the flying sword, which shows that he is extraordinary.

A wisp of black air overflowed the bottle, turning into a four-foot old man in the room, very transparent, as if it would disappear at any time.

The old man hunched over, floating in the air and looking up and down at the young Taoist priest.

Zhang Wenfeng was also looking at the remnant soul that could be blown away with a single breath, he felt a trace of familiarity, his heart moved, and he asked, "Are you the vermilion sprite?"

The old man nodded with a wry smile, and sighed: "I don't want to live anymore! Living is boring, it's better to forget about dead balls."

Zhang Wenfeng was stunned, the old man was seriously ill.

Chapter 488

The old man with a blurred and transparent figure howled dryly for a while. Seeing that the young Taoist opposite looked like he was watching a monkey, and refused to talk to him, he lamented: "What's the point of being alive? It's better to be dead."

Zhang Wenfeng really wanted to extend his hand to send two words, "Please do it!"

Shouting so loudly that you want to die or live for fear that others will not know generally won't really die, you just want to attract others' attention.

The guy who really wants to die, his heart is ashamed, and he will die quietly so that no one will know.

This old man who appeared out of nowhere made Zhang Wenfeng very vigilant, why does he look like a fairy dancing routines?

It is difficult to deal with people who grow old and bad guys who grow old, not to mention that the old man is a monster himself, more than 5000 years old, he has to be careful.

The old man seemed to have seen the thoughts of the human beings in front of him, so he jumped on the table angrily and shouted, "Little brother, what a shame, thanks to the fact that I trust you so much, I took a huge risk You hid in a bottle, but you didn’t ask why? You’re guarding the old man like a thief, what’s the point? Believe it or not, old man, I’m going out from here, you’re in trouble, hey, hey, big (very big).”

One turned over and climbed off the table, a transparent wooden stick appeared in his hand, and walked towards the door with a stick.

Zhang Wenfeng had a headache. When he met such an old rascal, he probably couldn't beat the old man to death with a single punch. He could hide in a bottle for several hours, and deliberately made a movement to let him notice.

"Little brother, don't try to hit me on the head with a fist, I'm so afraid of pain."

The old man gave way to the side, continued walking, and exposed the truth with words.

You are afraid of a ghost, Zhang Wenfeng took a few steps back, stood in front of the door, cupped his hands and said, "Senior Zhu Mu, what do you call you? Please tell me if you have anything to do, and if the trouble is known to outsiders, you may be in a difficult situation, right?"

Finding him in such a sneaky way, the old man must have scruples.

The old man climbed up to the table and sat down again, and said with a smile: "My little brother insists on getting it, and you have seen it all? Old man, my life is not easy. I live day by day, and I live with my fingers." Pointing to the room, he said: "Little brother, you'd better arrange some restraint measures. The group of ungrateful bastards in the Chongtian Temple are very strict with me. If you know that I use the remnant soul to hide in your bottle, you little one!" I'm afraid my life is in danger, I'm not scaring you."

Zhang Wenfeng almost cursed, this old man is really a troublesome person.

In order to keep an important secret, Dazong secretly assassinated him, and even chased him down at all costs. It is very possible that Dazong's background and the power it can mobilize must not be underestimated.

With a thought in his mind, he touched the long-lived wood Jieqian in his arms, and the whole room was flickered with shadows.

The old man enjoyed taking a breath of green wood gas, and said with a smile: "In addition to Yuqian, there is also Mujieqian. The old man did not find the wrong person, and finally let me wait." Jumping to the ground, stepping on the created forest floor, hugging the wood He bowed his hands with his stick: "Old man Chiwei, I have met Zhang Daoyou!"

Zhang Wenfeng returned the salute, his face remained unchanged and he asked, "What is the old man looking for me for?"

He put elm money in a sachet and tied it inside his robe, but was still smelled out by the vermilion sprite.

The old man sighed and said: "This old man is worse than dead now. I really don't want to live anymore. I ask you one thing. Next time you go to the Chongtian Temple to help me treat my body, ask someone surnamed Wu for a branch. Yes, as long as it is cut from the vermilion wood body face to face, it will be fine to put the branch hole to any place in your sect, don't pick a place, please treat me kindly.

This old man has lived for more than 5000 years and wants to leave a descendant. Otherwise, this old man would have died 500 years ago. There is no need to suffer from this living crime. You bastard, ungrateful bastard... This old man is really dead! "

When it came to the back, he was already gnashing his teeth and uttering foul words.

Zhang Wenfeng heard the meaning of determination, Zhu Muxiong really didn't want to live anymore, no wonder the main body had a trace of sadness at the same time as it was dispersing kung fu, it didn't have any thoughts of survival, it was a slow suicide.

He fused the tree twice for several months, and he had a deep understanding of the living state of the tree without desire and desire.

The old man was heartbroken. It was a ruthless character to consume himself to death in this way.

In fact, in his heart, it is better to have one thing more than one thing less, and he does not want to rashly point out the cause and effect of other people's grievances. Who can tell clearly what is right and wrong in the world?

The old man saw that the human beings did not make a sound, and said: "I know the string of elm coins on your body, and the smell is left to you by Yu Wanwan. More than 500 years ago, the old man fought with those old bastards in Chongtian Temple. Yu Wanwan, I didn't expect him to leave before the old man. You can gain Yu Wanwan's trust, so the old man dares to entrust his descendants, otherwise... the old man would rather have no descendants, let my lineage be completely cut off, and I don't want to entrust someone else .

Back then, the old man made great achievements, do you know how those bastards in Chongtian Temple treated the old man?

They trapped the old man in the dark underground palace, used eighteen soul-locking nails to extract the old man's soul, and helped their juniors break through from the fifth level to the sixth level, so that they could pass the test of ascending to heaven and immortal road safely.

During the 500 years of the ebb and flow of the aura, their descendants pretended to give various nourishments to the vermilion wood body, and they still trapped the old man until the aura tide rose. Isn't it to make the vermilion wood itself bear more fruit?

The old man believed them a ghost, and firmly refused to agree, unless they released the old man from the underground palace first.

A few years ago, the guardian of the Chongtian Palace was nearing the end of his lifespan. He assisted that little guy named Jin Chongshan to extract the spirit that the old man had gathered so hard. The old man's path to immortality was completely cut off.They also sensed something was wrong, and wanted to cut off the old man from the main body by means, heh, let's fight. "

After talking about it for a long time, the figure walked around with the phantom of the trees, and stopped urging.

Zhang Wenfeng thought about it, and finally nodded: "Okay, I'll give it a try the day after tomorrow, you can't blame me if it succeeds or not."

The old man shook out the darkness of the Chongtian Temple, because he made up his mind that if he didn't agree, he would break up. He couldn't tell, but he didn't tell the truth.

Take one step at a time, this old man can do anything in a hurry.

"Just ask for it, the old man doesn't blame you for success or failure."

The old man looked very happy, and said with a smile, "You won't suffer after it's done. The new vermilion tree saplings start to bear fruit in 30 years. The vermilion fruit of the old man's line is different from others. The fruits on the tree are divided into ten years, 30 years, and 50 years. Years, 300 years, and 300 years of maturity, of which [-] vermilion fruits can increase the cultivation base by [-] years, which is very useful for fifth-level monks, but the fruit cores and acupuncture points are not viable, so they are so concerned about the vermilion wood itself."

Zhang Wenfeng smiled wryly: "Senior, are you giving a piece of fruit with a stick?"

For the sake of his descendants, this old man took great pains and endured the suffering.

He had to think hard about how to ask for the branches?

"Is there a way for this old man, I can only make a bad plan, and ask my little brother to forgive me."

The old man clasped his fists in salute, and said: "I can't wait for many years. They found a landlady some time ago and used divine methods to deal with the old man in the underground palace. If they separate the body from the old man, the old man will be of no value. How could this old man be reconciled to being sucked dry by their souls? Burning that withered body and feeding it to dogs is more comfortable than cheapening them."

Zhang Wenfeng guessed that the land mother-in-law Chiwei was talking about, or the one Chen Qingqiao recruited?Emphasized: "I promise to shoot, you have to take it easy, I don't want to get into trouble."

"The old man understands, don't worry."

Chapter 489

Yun Qiuhe knocked on the door of the east wing, and was surprised to see that the room was overflowing with wooden energy. Is the temple master practicing a secret technique?

She didn't ask much, and went out with the seemingly normal but slightly absent-minded temple master. She ate a few skewers in Dongcheng Fangshi Street, walked around casually for half an hour, and bought two travel notes of monks going to sea more than 500 years ago. Return early.

Zhang Wenfeng stood at the fork in the guest courtyard, smiled and said: "Seeing that you are not comfortable staying in Chongtian Palace, you don't have to accompany me to go there the day after tomorrow, I will go by myself."

Yun Qiuhe curled his lips and said: "It's too formal, there are many thieves with strict rules, and it's boring. You go, I will go to the second floor of the library building of Dao Luyuan to read." , don’t seek meritorious service, but seek no faults.”

The temple owner is not a braggart, she guesses that the temple owner has other concerns.

"understandable."

Zhang Wenfeng raised his hand.

The two did not agree on when to go out tomorrow.

After closing the door, Zhang Wenfeng lit the oil lamp and set up a formation flag in the room, activated the protective formation, and took a look at the Shoumin bottle that took out the flying sword. Ruo was nothing unusual.

I heard from the old man that even with the nourishment of the shoumin bottle, the remnant soul that left the body can only live for a month, and it won't be with him for too long.

A sprite has no roots and a soul, and to live is to suffer in the world. He has seen this from the classics.

Since he promised to help Zhu Muxiong to find Chongtian Palace for a vermilion branch, he will do what he says and will not betray the old man. He does not guarantee whether he can get the branch, and if he does not get it, no wonder he, He has said the ugly things in advance.

He can do things regardless of means, but he wants to be open-minded.

Walked around the room for a while, pondered for a while, then burned incense with clean hands, sat at the table and read books.

Carefully read the "Eight Diagrams Soul Protection Talisman" booklet twice, put white paper, pen and ink, and practice the soul protection talisman meticulously. The complicated lines of the talisman are not difficult for him. The spirit jade talisman embryo was officially drawn.

He was quite satisfied with the successful drawing of two talismans from the five jade embryos.

Use a semi-dry towel to wipe off the cinnabar talisman ink left on the jade surface, take out the seal carving knife, and carve cloud-patterned landscapes on both sides of the jade talisman, and make some simple decorations at will.

In the morning of the next day, Zhang Wenfeng was walking around in the yard under the shade of a tree, not letting go of the book, thinking about the secret method recorded in "The Secret Book of Talismans and Souls", after trying it a few times, his headache was so severe that it was difficult to separate even a trace of soul power, and there was a huge wave in the sea of ​​consciousness , the ancient scroll flickered in the air.

After tossing intermittently for more than an hour, Zhang Wenfeng beat his forehead with his left hand, smiled wryly and shook his head.

The soul-dividing secret method cannot be mastered in a day, and he has to prepare for a long period of time to practice and endure hardships. Dividing the soul is much more painful than cutting the flesh with a blunt knife. He has tried it a few times, but it is difficult to continue. It will damage the foundation of cultivation.

With a sound of "squeak", Yun Qiuhe pushed open the courtyard door and walked in from the outside. Seeing the pale-faced Monastery Master, he worriedly said, "Monastery Master, there are tensions and relaxations in cultivation, don't be too harsh."

She has seen Lu Zijin practice kung fu and slam into the rock, which is called a vicious one.

Zhang Wenfeng put the book in his hand into the storage space, and said with a smile, "It's okay, I know it well, and I can recover after an hour of meditation and breath adjustment." He took out the jade pendant with a red string, and handed it to Yun Qiuhe who approached, Said: "The eight trigrams soul talisman, to ward off evil spirits and protect the body, for you."

Yun Qiuhe took the plain white jade pendant, stroked the elegant engravings on the jade face, and smiled with eight teeth showing.

"This is a good treasure. Wearing it on your body can prevent evil spells and blood curses, resist sneaky remnant souls, and avoid the impact of invisible evil spirits. It has many benefits, thank you."

In fact, she doesn't care about whether the treasures are good or bad, she is only happy if they are given by the temple master.

Mind is more important than anything.

Is she considering wearing it around the waist outside or inside the robe?

Zhang Wenfeng ate a few seasonal fruits brought back by Yun Qiuhe, sat and chatted for a while in the yard, and when the pain in his mind was relieved, he rubbed his forehead and went back to the room to meditate and repair his slightly damaged soul.

In the afternoon, he was studying "Wooden Fire Boiled Sea Scrolls" in his room, and his comprehension in practicing spells was as slow as ever.

Working behind closed doors until the sun moves westward, there is not much to gain, and almost [-]% of Yuan Qi is consumed.

It is something that takes time to hone slowly.

Take out "Sword Town God's Head Chapter", read it twice, close your eyes for a while, draw your sword and wave the basic moves of "Sword Town God Head", suddenly feel full of vitality, full of energy, and sweep away the dullness of not being able to practice spells before Depressed.