Taoist chanting

"Is it only 13 years? I thought it was a hundred years... what a long time."

Zhang Guanzhu sighed a little, and his doubts became heavier.

Looking at Yumengchang who had been observing for a long time, he suddenly said: "I probably know the reason. This time I woke you up, and it may have disturbed your chance." listen."

Zhang Wenfeng stood still, he really wanted to find out what was going on, but the feeling that he vaguely knew but couldn't grasp it made him feel uncertain, and he didn't dare to sacrifice this small world weapon that had cost him a lot of time.

He didn't want to get involved in the grievances between Ming Yu and Mo Ye.Walking around in the underworld for a while, he has seen the precipitous scenery where there are people out there, people out there, and the sky in the sky. His body is too small, his shoulders are too weak, and he can't bear any wind and grass at all.

There was a smile on You Mengchang's face, and when you were afraid, you cupped your hands and said, "Congratulations, congratulations! Fellow Daoist, your ruthless state of mind is very suitable for this Mingbao. Lord Cui Fu intends to make it perfect. You have been in seclusion for more than ten years. The rudimentary form of the lower yin god, in the future, while maintaining the current Yangguan avenue, you can walk another 'ghost way,'"

Zhang Wenfeng didn't respond for a while.

High-level things such as yin gods and avatars are far from his current cultivation base.

This surprise came a bit big.

Contrary to what he had guessed, Mr. Cui gave him a big gift through the bronze lamp with the help of the previous contact.

No wonder he felt that this retreat was impossible to figure out, and he felt that there was a gap in the middle.

A layer of hazy mist turned out to be his ruthless aura that turned into the prototype of the Yin God, serving as a judge in the Hall of Souls and opening up the ghost domain.

Incredible.

Chapter 822

Tu Kun could no longer maintain his modest demeanor, his beard trembled and his face was full of shock, he looked up and down at the temple master who had not changed much in his opinion, and after 13 years of retreating and sacrificing the bronze lamp, the temple master fiddled with his body Yin god?

Forgive him for his ignorance and ignorance, but don't you have to be at least the late sixth stage before you can cultivate the second soul of a monk?

In ancient times, there was a powerful monk who had accumulated too much killing and hostility in his body, and his cultivation base could not be improved for thousands of years, so he found another way, split the soul thread of divine consciousness with great supernatural powers, and tried to accumulate spiritual wisdom independent of himself. Negative things such as killing and hostility from the same source are transferred to the newborn soul, so as to achieve a breakthrough, and the body soars to the ancient fairyland.

Later, this method was improved, and there were various secret methods in the cultivation world, such as cutting three corpses, cultivating avatars, and refining yin gods, which were widely spread.

Seeing the doubts of the guardian of the earth, You Meng said with a chuckle: "With the help of treasures and ruthless state of mind, the master has just formed a little prototype of Yinshen, and the road to the second soul still has a long way to go."

Tu Kun sighed: "It's already ahead of the curve, it's amazing."

Zhang Wenfeng spoke humility, and the unstoppable smile on his face betrayed his agitated mood at this moment.

You Mengchang smiled and pointed to the bronze lamp on the ground, saying, "You should be able to put it away if you try it."

The body of each small treasure of heaven and earth is complex and huge. If you want to sacrifice and use it in the middle stage of the fifth level, you need to spend a lot of time and energy. Exerting a very small part of the power of the heavy weapon, even caused a backlash.

Zhang Wenfeng restrained his smile, stretched out his hand and made a gesture, a gleam of light appeared on the surface of the bronze lamp, trembling about three inches from the ground, and then hit the ground heavily with a "bang", the earth shook and the mountains shook, the underground hall imprisoned by multi-layered formations There was a buzzing sound, and a layer of stone debris fell from above.

Tu Kun waved his palm, controlling the formation to lightly eliminate the impact on the mountain root.

"Good guy, it's really heavy! I'll try another method." Zhang Wenfeng said, his breath changed, and his face showed an indifferent expression. He was immersed in a heartless state of mind, stretched out his palm, and made a light move , the bronze lamp exudes a faint light, flutters up and becomes smaller, about the size of a fist, delicate and clumsy, it falls on Zhang Guanzhu's open palm, it seems to have no weight.The gloomy light flowed, dyeing Zhang Guanzhu's whole body with a layer of cold bronze luster.At this moment, he clearly felt his own strength, with a copper lamp in his hand, and the inexplicable confidence that he was the only one in the sky and on earth, and a cold aura emerged spontaneously, and the cold air rushed to all directions.

Tu Kun and Yu Mengchang dodge and retreat into the distance at the same time.

"Zhang Daoyou, gather your mind, put down your heavy weapons, don't drive Mingbao, and be careful to destroy the foundation of the fairy temple."

Tu Kun quickly stopped him, knowing from the bottom of his heart that Taoist Zhang couldn't control this heavy weapon, but would be affected by it instead. His cultivation base and state of mind were not enough, and he needed time to continue to sharpen his practice.

Zhang Wenfeng himself was taken aback, and hurriedly put the bronze lamp back to its original place, not daring to continue trying to drive the bronze lamp with ghost tricks, exited the ruthless state of mind, and returned to normal.It is a powerful treasure, but it is a pity that he was awakened during the sacrificial refining process, and he was not able to immerse himself in it to repair the small world of the Soul Rescue Hall. If he wanted to continue the sacrificial refining, it would take a lot of time.

There is an old saying in the world of comprehension: Never miss an opportunity, it never comes again.

Then I thought that if the second soul is strong and the body is weak, it is not a good thing to put the cart before the horse.

The road of practice still has to be steadfast, and one step at a time can be at ease.

The three walked out of the hall.

After talking for a while, You Mengchang waved his hand and said, "Give me a hello to the old man when you go out." Disappeared in the air, and went somewhere wild.

Tu Kun accompanied the viewer out of the cave, and kindly reminded: "Yun Qiuhe was still asking me yesterday, when will you leave the customs?"

He gave the temple master a self-indulgent look, and walked towards his cave with Fuchen Shi Shiran in his arms.

His current life is simple, self-cultivation and self-cultivation, regardless of worldly affairs.

Zhang Wenfeng scratched his hair, feeling a little blissful and troubled, immersed in the ghost world in the form of Judge Zhang, too much time had passed, and the things he had experienced were complicated, he almost forgot that he was a family man.

"Master, you're out of customs!"

Lian De with dark blue skin appeared on the tree trunk by the side of the road, and the little guy's eyes showed surprise.

"It's Lian De, don't be too polite, what are Qiang'er and Leng Xiang up to? I haven't seen them."

Zhang Wenfeng glanced around, asked casually, and walked north.

Lian De followed beside, and whispered: "A while ago, they were invited by the donkey master to go to the Yaozu territory, saying that they were helping to take care of the medicine nursery, the spiritual plant and the spiritual grass garden. The mountain chief agreed, and they could return before winter. "

Zhang Wenfeng praised: "It's great that you can take care of yourself now." Then he asked about the situation of the Zongmen's spiritual plants and medicine gardens.

Lian De answered fluently and clearly. After many years of life, he has now fully integrated into the concept of fairy spirits, worked diligently, and his brain has become much smarter.

When he walked to the archway at the foot of Xiangshou Temple, Lian De bowed out with discerning eyesight.

"Master, you are back."

A maid exclaimed in surprise, rushing to salute and pay her respects.

Soon, a group of women came down from the mountain, Yun Qiuhe was flying in the middle, Zhao Zhuer and Yue Anyan were on the left and right, and there were several maids behind.Greetings and greetings for a while, then returned to the main hall of the accompanying hall to sit down, removed the residual tea, and re-boiled the water to cook the tea.

Let the maids go down, so they can talk.

"Shopkeeper, if you don't leave the customs, I will abduct sister Qiuhe and hide her in the Western Continent, so you can search all over the world."

Zhao Zhuer joked and joked, and said: "Sister Qiuhe has to wait for you to leave the customs. She said that she will discuss with you before considering going out for a long-distance travel. Hey, the former refreshing energy is gone."

Yun Qiuhe cleaned the tea set, and said with a smile, "Don't listen to Zhu'er's nonsense, it's Yue Anyan who wants to travel far away and is looking for companions."

Yue Anyan answered, "Now that your husband is back, you won't go out with us. If I had known this, I wouldn't waste time with you. Zhu'er and I ran back and forth."

"It's too much for the two of you to run on me together. If you do this again, I'll serve tea to see you off."

Yun Qiuhe laughed and bickered.

Zhang Wenfeng heard something else, interrupted the excitement of the three women, and said, "Zhu'er, do you want to travel with them?"

Zhao Zhu'er smiled and said: "Shopkeeper, you are out of customs, how dare you let me accompany them to run around in other continents? Don't try to be lazy."

She and Yue Anyan often came to accompany her because they were worried that Yun Qiuhe would think too much.

"In the past ten years, I may not be able to go out."

The bronze lamp could not be refined in one go, Zhang Wenfeng had to take advantage of the heat and continue to spend time on the treasure, striving to unleash part of the power of a small heaven and earth weapon earlier.

The magic monk of Tianchan Stone Temple, like a hidden danger, made him feel uneasy.

Chapter 823

Tianchan Stone Temple, Demon Town Tower and Underground Palace.

The magic treasure monk sits cross-legged on the seven-step topaz platform with engraved Buddha patterns and scriptures, his rock-like face is covered with sweat, his forehead is bulging with veins, his left hand is placed flat on his leg to pinch the Vajra root seal, and his right hand is erected in front of his chest to form the seal of the Ming king , the upright body trembled slightly.

As the monks recite the "Diamond Sutra", the Buddha patterns and scriptures on the ground flicker and flicker continuously.

The Buddha's voice resonated in a small space, forming a circle of turbulent fluctuations, constantly washing and acting on the monk in the middle of the platform.

A cloud of fuzzy black air circled the back of the monk's head, looming a distorted face, and said:

"Monk, your Buddha-nature is not pure, your murderous intentions are heavy, and you have demons in your heart. Stop deceiving yourself and others, and cooperate with this old man earlier, so that you don't have to suffer from the evil energy of this evil every day. The old man gave you enough time, you You can't get rid of the end of being possessed by demons, and when the two old monks in the temple collude with outsiders and beat you to death, it will be too late for you to regret."

"Lao Tzu...is incompatible with the devil!"

Monk Fabao opened his bloodshot eyes and roared in hatred.

The demon-suppressing Buddha patterns and scriptures in the underground palace did not stop because the magic treasure monk stopped chanting scriptures. Outside the demon-suppressing pagoda, there were monks sitting cross-legged in the air. Writing the "Diamond Sutra" for half an hour every day.

"Hehe, you are actually possessed by demons. Otherwise, why would you dare not accept the magic probe test of two old monks? Why don't you ask them to help you clear the demonic energy? You are deceiving yourself and others, thinking that you can rely on your bullshit brute force , get rid of the old man's entanglement..."

"For me... shut up!"

Monk Fabao gasped and stopped, then closed his eyes again, not hearing or thinking, closed his five senses, and continued to chant scriptures.

"You are a martial arts cultivator, and your mind and understanding are not your strong points. The old man gave you a chance in the magic way, why should you ignore it? The vajra indestructible body is transformed into the vajra sky demon body. The conditions for cultivating demons are unique, breaking through the sixth level Easy to get.

Ascend to the Demon Realm and join the ranks of powerful masters for at least a thousand years.Your brain is broken, you don't think about yourself, but you think about the reputation of some shit old temple?My generation of demon cultivators are not burdened by external things, do whatever we want, stay weak when we are weak, and be majestic when we are strong, it is fair to grab as many resources as we can..." Xu Xu's magic voice is pervasive, changing patterns and intermittently influencing and fighting against demonic energy The magic weapon monk, made him suffer even more.

Half an hour of torture every day, monk Fabao doesn't know when will it end?

He didn't dare to face the many monks who helped him outside.

In his eyes, it was food that could be devoured to enhance his strength. After getting along for a longer time, the thought of devouring became more and more difficult to contain. Even if the ants were reluctant to die, he would not choose to perish with the devil until the last moment.

On the topaz platform under Monk Fabao, there is a trace of devilish energy winding towards the bottom, which has penetrated more than ten feet.

Under the underground palace of the Demon Suppressing Tower, there is a shriveled bone monster of unknown age that has wiped out the demon soul.

The chains are vertical and horizontal, and the Buddha pattern is like a mountain.

After half an hour, the pain and magic sound disappeared instantly, and the magic weapon monk let out a long sigh of relief. After another day, he slowly lay flat on the topaz platform, not wanting to move half of his fingers.

Staring at the darkness above for a long time, the blood in his eyes gradually receded.All the unwillingness and anger turned into a silent sigh.

He was actually waiting for his senior brothers outside the pagoda to help him make a decision. If he could not die and had no hope of survival, it was his last practice.

Outside the Demon Suppressing Tower, many chanting monks dispersed in silence, and Fa Yuan and Fa Dang stayed at the end, looking at each other, and they both saw each other's hesitation, struggle and reluctance.

More than ten years have passed, paper can't hold fire, and some clues will always appear. "Wait a little longer!"

Zhang Wenfeng resumed his normal life of practice, homework, feeding Lihuo, comprehending the rules of sword intent, and sacrificing bronze lamps. In the evening, he accompanied Yun Qiuhe to walk up and down the mountain gate. There is a huge collection of books, look for the classics about Xiaotiandi's heavy weapon and the second soul for reference.

Zhao Zhu'er couldn't help his words of "bribe", and had already promised to take Yun Qiuhe and Yue Anyan on a long trip in March next year, and stay for half a year, saying that they would let them get along with each other tenderly.

For the sensible little junior sister, the temple master gave her another salary increase verbally.

In late autumn, the red leaves are like fire on the hills where Xiangshui Hall is located.

After being invited by Shi Nanguan Feijian, Zhuang Yu returned to the Zongmen, and after burning incense and paying homage to the patriarch, he came to the Xiangshou Hall to meet the master, greet his wife, and present the treasures he had collected as gifts.

"...Tianchanshi Temple Town Motana area, layers of Buddhist formations have been laid down. Most of the fourth-level monks from Buddhist temples in the vast continent are concentrated in Tianchanshi Temple. Reciting the "Diamond Sutra" around the Zhenmo Pagoda for half an hour, Mr. Lu, Mr. Gu, and the newly promoted fifth-rank monk from Heming Mountain said that they have gone to Tianchan Stone Temple three times this year. I don't know the details of the negotiation. The Vast Cultivation Association has strengthened the monks' defense near the Tianchan Stone Temple and arranged a lot of formations."

Zhuang Yu briefly described the spies he spent a lot of energy collecting and sorting out.Zhang Wenfeng flipped through the thick dossier, which contained detailed information, including the dispatch of personnel from the Haohan Cultivation Society, etc. He stared at one of the harsh words, "The magic treasure monk is suspected of being possessed by a demon", and after a long time, he continued flip.

"The disciple collected two magic treasures that the monk used before, an old futon and a thick bowl. Master, if you think it is useful, keep it. If it is not useful, the disciple will take it away."

Zhuang Yu knew a little about divination techniques, took out a small bag, and smiled shyly.Zhang Wenfeng had already finished flipping through the booklet, took the bag and said with a smile: "It's better that you think carefully, I'll ask an expert to figure it out. You are in a dangerous place, pay attention to your own safety, if there is any big movement, stay away from Tianchan as soon as possible Shisi, don't stay here."

"The disciple understands, the master rest assured."

The two closed the door and discussed for more than an hour. Zhuang Yu had an amulet hand-painted by his master on his waist, and he resigned and left.

Zhang Wenfeng paced back and forth in the hall thinking, after a long while, he sent a flying sword message to You Lao who was wandering somewhere, asking him to come back and calculate the life and death of the magic treasure monk, and then to Rong Shuzhi, Yang Shuilan, Taoist and Zhou Fushi of Lingbao Temple sent out separate messages to share the information collected by Zhuang Yu, so as to make early preparations.

Don't let the devil be a disaster, and sneak into the Eastern Continent without knowing it.

He is thinking about going to Zhu'er later, traveling far away in recent years, avoiding the vast continent for the time being, he can go to the West Continent, Nanyuan Continent, and then go to the Tiangan Continent from the south, and wait for the dust of the Tianchan Stone Temple to settle. , it’s not too late to go.

Fang Bailan has a great reputation and can deter five mainland monks, but unfortunately only one sword is left to attack with great power.

Zhao Zhu'er used a sword near Tuofeng Mountain that time, but it made her feel bad, and now she still talks about asking him for compensation and salary increase.

You Mengchang returned quickly, floated into the hall to reveal his figure, and sat down on a chair.

"What's the urgent need to find the old man?"

Zhang Wenfeng handed the file to the old man and briefly described the matter.Quickly flipping through the booklet, Yumengchang picked up the pouch and said with emotion: "No wonder the old man has felt something these days. He feels that a disaster is approaching and will affect him, but he can't find the source. It turns out that the disaster is far away in the vast continent. .” These days, he ran around the Eastern Continent, but found nothing.While waving his hands, a cloud of dense mist was placed in the corner of the hall, he said "wait a moment", and escaped into the mist.

Zhang Wenfeng cooked a pot of tea.

You Lao had already finished counting and came out of the mist, and said with a puzzled face: "It's strange, within ten years in the vast continent, a demon head was born, and signs have appeared, but I can't figure out the life and death of the magic weapon monk, that guy is a huge monster. Variable." "Variable? Is he not possessed?"

"Can't figure it out, unless..."

You Mengchang lazily spread out on the chair, unless they are rushing to the vast continent now, he doesn't want to join in the fun, said: "We'd better protect ourselves wisely, let others go to the muddy water in the early stage, and let them spend almost all of their time. Finally, go pick up the cheap and clean up the mess.”

Many people will die. Every time a devil is born, it is a catastrophe.The way of heaven is impermanent, not just for fun.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't respond, but asked thoughtfully, "Can you figure out when and where the devil was born?"

"Can't figure it out."

You Mengchang simply dismissed it with three words.

Now that he knew that a demon was born in the vast continent, he didn't panic in his heart. How could he be so careful in consuming soul power and risking the risk of revealing the secret and being struck by lightning?

He's out of his mind.