Hong Kong Zongli Monks

Chapter 289: Thunder and Lightning Slash the Lamp God

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

There was a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the sun and blue lightning shone in the sky above the mountain.

No matter the people watching nearby, or the people in the town, they were taken aback, feeling like the sky was angry.

Although the age of God has been forgotten by the hustle and bustle of life, it is something that is deeply rooted in my heart, and I always have a sense of awe.

The thunder and lightning before the rain is usually scary, but now under the sudden sun, the dense thunder and lightning flashed again and again, and many elderly people ran back home.

When the people on the edge of the cemetery saw the lightning strike, a hole appeared in the grass, and when it hit the big rock, it exploded instantly.

Everyone lay on the ground with their heads covered in horror.

Fortunately, the lamp god has some martial arts virtues, so he didn't hide from the crowd, otherwise, the people at the scene would not know how many people would die.

Of course, he hid from the crowd, and Zhi Xing didn't dare to cast lightning again.

With a swipe of the dust whisk, another thunderbolt thundered down from the sky towards the lamp god, almost hitting him several times.

The lamp god flashed farther and farther away, and each time it flashed, it passed ten meters, and it was all within a certain range. It seemed that it could not be too far away from the lamp.

Shrouded by Zhixing's spiritual consciousness, he caught up again in a flash, and then struck down again with a thunderbolt.

Powerful and quick to cast spells, there is no comparison between the past and the present.

I am secretly thankful that I have practiced the body-refining art of stars, otherwise I would have chased him until I died. In fact, that guy is really good at running.

After dozens of lightning spells were cast, the true energy was almost empty before he hit him twice, fell to the hillside, rolled down a few times, and stopped with his hands.

"How many more times do you want to come?"

Zhixing stopped in the air and said to the lamp god.

He looked like he was still panting, and it seemed that he was dodging very quickly and dangerously, using up a lot of energy. After a few more attacks, he didn't have the strength to dodge anymore.

"Forget it, I can't beat you, now I've reached my limit, no matter how thoughtful the person holding the lamp is!"

After speaking, he flew towards the tomb, Zhixing slowly adjusted his breath and did not follow, and he didn't know if he would attack Mao Xiaofang.

After the battle just now, I am very relieved of his character. He is a proud lamp god, and no one can really control him.

However, I still scanned it with my spiritual sense, and after seeing the lamp god returning, he said a few words and turned into a puff of white smoke and returned to the oil lamp on the chair.

And Cixi was under the chair, holding a newspaper in her hand, standing with a dejected expression on her face.

From the looks of it, Mao Xiaofang got it done.

I almost forgot, if Mao Xiaofang took the magic lamp, I don't know if his senior brother would try to snatch it from him in the future.

Zhixing thought, and escaped to the passage outside the tomb. After watching him collect Cixi and Li Lianying, he walked in and asked, "Have you found the bead?"

"I found it!" Mao Xiaofang said, taking out a black bead from his bag.

Zhixing took it and sensed it, and the beads slowly emitted a kind of spiritual energy, just like using wood spiritual energy to cure diseases.

"It's amazing. This bead should be a magic weapon for cultivators. Wearing it on your body can keep you young and heal trauma!"

As he spoke, he returned the beads to Mao Xiaofang, and with a thought, the lamp on the chair above flew into Zhixing's hands, and said, "Leave this lamp to me, lest it be taken away by your senior brother!"

"No problem, maybe only you can really subdue him!"

Mao Xiaofang said without mind.

"He's of no use to me. In fact, I'm afraid it's in your hands. Then it will soon be in your senior brother's hands. He has been monitoring you for so many years, and he knows your every move!"

"Hey, he's still so obsessed with being the head!" Mao Xiaofang said with a sigh.

"Be careful. When you do the trick, there may be black hands to prevent you from succeeding. First, you will damage your reputation in the town. Then he will come out and let the people in the town know that he is better than you."

Mao Xiaofang nodded, and said slowly: "Practitioner, what is there to compare with these things, even if you force me away, so what, let this town give him at most!"

"I'm afraid that by then you will be out of your control. You will end up harming yourself with sorcery. Forget it. This is your family business. Let's go out first!" Zhixing didn't say much.

When he was outside, the people around him looked at him like a monster. Maybe it was normal for Mao Xiaofang to fight like Mao Xiaofang and use talismans.

If it is beyond their ability to bear, they will treat you as a different person and they will get used to it.

Zhixing didn't care, he took off his Taoist robe and put it in his bag, took it and left. Mao Xiaofang took care of the rest by himself, after all, he was the only Fengshui master in the town.

After the military went in and searched the cemetery again, Mao Xiaofang asked someone to dig the top off, forming a big pit.

Dozens of zombies have stayed inside for decades, and the yin energy has accumulated into the soil.

It may take a long time in the sun to recover.

A few days later, Gantian Town entered a calm stage again.

Lei Gang also walked into the town at the same time. The difference from the original drama is that Mao Xiaofang was wary and did not invite him to live in Fuxitang.

The rented house is outside, looking pitiful, I feel pity for it!
With an expression of "I am a good person", I wanted to get close to Mao Xiaofang many times. With Zhixing's many warnings, Mao Xiaofang also pretended not to see it.

But it can't stop the enthusiasm of the two apprentices, especially Lei Gang with his daughter, and Ma Xiaohai likes Lei Xiu right away.

Even though they didn't live together in Fuxi Hall, they were together, but it still couldn't change that Lei Xiu liked Yu Dachu.

And Yu Dachu ran into female reporter Shu Ning on the street, and fell in love at first sight.

The interweaving of fate is similar to the original drama, the difference is that Lei Gang and Lei Xiu did not live in Fuxitang.

Lei Gang is the son of Mao's master Fuxitang. Many years ago, he was reprimanded by his father as a wicked man, and he was kicked out of the teacher's school. He lived alone in Nanyang.

The sharpness was too exposed, and he failed in the competition with Nanyang Longtou Master. He was subjected to the technique of lowering his head, with bloodstains on his neck and blindness.

When he was down and down, he adopted Lei Xiu, and returned to the cave behind Gantian Town to live a life without human beings and ghosts.

Thinking of how powerful the head-down technique is, he began to practice head-down technique hard again.

The technique of lowering the head comes from Hinduism.

When Master Sanzang of the Tang Dynasty went to Tianzhu, India, to pray for Buddhist scriptures and return home, he passed the Tongtian River in Annan, that is, the upper reaches of the Mejiang River that flows into Siam.

He refined the ferry for the tortoise and dived halfway to the bottom of the river, trying to kill Tang Seng. Although Tang Seng survived, all the scriptures he asked for sank to the bottom of the river.

Fortunately, the disciple went into the water and fished it out, but he only retrieved part of the Mahayana scriptures. The other part of the Hinayana prophecies was flowed into Siam by the water and presented to the Siamese people and the Siamese Monk King.

I heard that this [prophecy] is the technique of lowering the head.

Another theory is that the original version of this [prophecy] flowed into the hands of Taoist priests of Yunnan Taoism, and a school of [Maoshan Dao] was established, from which Maoshan's magic and head-down techniques came
The method is relatively powerful, so some people say that Siam's head lowering technique came from Yunnan, China.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, it can be seen that the discovery of the head lowering technique is later than the Maoshan technique. From this, we can conclude that the Maoshan technique must be superior to the head lowering technique, which is a matter of course.

Now Lei Gang, who has practiced hard for many years and has learned many Nanyang surrender techniques, returns this time to seize the leader's token. He must be determined to fight Mao to the death.

(End of this chapter)