Taoist chanting

The whole person was full of energy after a full sleep, and after checking his cultivation for a while, he was stunned.

I don't know how long it took to sleep, but the cultivation base has reached the perfection of the Golden Core Realm.

A figure appeared, and You Meng smiled and said: "You are the youngest one among those who left words on the scripture wall, and you are also the one with the lowest cultivation level. Lady Jing Mei treats you differently. After three months , to help you digest a cup of 'Heavenly Spiritual Liquid', it is very cost-effective."

Zhang Wenfeng cupped his hands in the air, followed You Mengchang out of the valley.

Pushing up the eaves of the bamboo hat, there are more and more cultivators in the air above, and there are several disciples of the Immortal Temple inside. I don't know what they are doing?

"Why don't you fly to see the ink treasures you left on the scripture wall and enjoy the eyes of everyone looking up at you?"

Jealousy and malice were evident in You Mengchang's voice.

Zhang Wenfeng firmly shook his head and refused, saying: "Fame is like floating clouds to me, so there is no delay, Mr. You, we have important business, let's continue on our way."

"You are a young Taoist priest who speaks old-fashioned, and you don't know what Madam Jingmei appreciates about you?"

You Meng muttered for a long time, then changed the subject and asked in a low voice: "You have a small treasure on your body? I've never heard you mention it before, which made me waste a favor."

Zhang Wenfeng chuckled, and asked without denying it, "Did you see it through Mrs. Mei?"

You Meng looked him up and down, and said: "It's strange, you only have such a small cultivation base, how could you let the treasure of Xiaotiandi recognize the owner? Could it be that eighth-level master who helped you..."

He didn't want outsiders to listen to the conversation between him and Taoist Zhang, even if outsiders heard it, they would not be able to remember it.

Zhang Wenfeng turned his head to look at the dark rocky mountain in the distance, and asked via voice transmission: "Is the ancient scripture wall on the cliff a small magic weapon? Is the lady Jingmei a weapon spirit?"

After a deal, he noticed the difference in the ancient scripture wall, so he made this guess.

"That's right, it's a magic weapon of a small world that has been around for a long time. Back then, Mrs. Jing Mei's eyes were too high. She always wanted to pick a young hero who fit her eyes to be the master. In fact, it was almost enough. Picking and picking caused several times back then. A famous big battle... Hey, the yellow flowers in the past, picked up to the current situation, lonely to the millennium reincarnation, don't know when it will be the end?"

You Mengchang had a lot of emotions.

Both he and Mrs. Jing Mei are inhuman existences, and there was some kind of friendship back then, and things hurt their kind.

Zhang Wenfeng suggested in a low voice: "Why don't we call together all the young geniuses from various sects in the Eastern Continent..."

The first thing he thought of was the hundreds of disciples of Xianlingguan. What if one of them, Mrs. Jing Mei, took her fancy and would have a great chance to be promoted to the fourth and fifth ranks by then?

You Mengchang said contemptuously: "You thought it was picking Chinese cabbage?...Forget it, don't care about her business, she has a long life anyway, and another 1 years of life will be just a nap to her. I promised to send her a long time ago. You are a small world heavy weapon, originally wanted to steal and play tricks, and replaced it with a cliff ancient scripture wall, saving my own, and you are not up to date."

Zhang Wenfeng laughed and said, "If you don't mention this, I almost forgot that you wanted to give me a heavy weapon. When will you take me to see my small world heavy weapon?"

You Mengchang was so depressed that he didn't want to pay attention to the Taoist priest, so he hurried on his way.

Alas, where are the descendants of the enemy family hiding?A few popped out to make him happy.

Spring went and spring came again, the two traveled all over the corners of the Eastern Continent, and saw many places of interest over 5000 years ago.

"Not even a decent old ghost!"

Chapter 723 The Sleeping Treasure

The weather above the sea area changed as it said, and the scenery that had been peaceful and sunny just now turned dark and cloudy all of a sudden.

You Mengchang glanced at the black storm billowing and closing in the distance, as well as the few monks fleeing to the west, and he leisurely continued flying to the southeast to avoid a head-on collision with the black storm.

"For us, the black storm is just a small scene. The fourth-order monks use the 'Fixing Wind Art' to communicate with the world, and they can easily pass through it. It takes some mana to get through."

He moved his left hand at random and pinched a weird spell, and a trace of black energy shot out from his body, and he reached a new balance with the surrounding world.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't let go of any chance to learn new things, and he didn't overwhelm himself with too many skills, so he asked, "You Lao, is there a 'Fixing Wind Jue' suitable for me to practice?"

With his current cultivation base, this little storm can't shake him.

Since he opened up a new meridian, he has made up for his own shortcomings in the slowness of practicing spells.

You Mengchang knew as many miscellaneous arts as a cow's hair, he laughed and said: "There is a 'Swinging Willows Against the Wind' which is the art of fixing the wind with wood, try it, the effect should be good."

Take out a spirit jade, refine it a little bit, leave a formula in it, and throw it to Taoist Zhang who is thirsty for knowledge.

Zhang Wenfeng quickly learned to listen to the sissy formula with a girly name. Fortunately, it was not the tactic of swinging the waist and lifting the orchid fingers as he imagined, but a way of moving the energy in the body.

He tried a trick, and the storm around him was strangely subdued.

Flying in the storm is like strolling in the garden, a unique spell with a very high-level demeanor.

"For a small technique like this, if you have reached the realm of cultivation, you can slowly figure it out when you encounter extreme stormy weather. There are traces to follow, and it's not a big deal."

You Mengchang looked around at the spectacle of the black clouds rushing into the rain, and said: "Some powerful guys, they feel it as they encounter it, and they know it when they see it. Sharen."

I don't know what old almanac he remembered, and he expressed his emotions from more than 5000 years ago.

Suddenly hearing a faint howl of fear from the storm, Zhang Wenfeng turned around and looked. He was inexperienced, and he would not be able to find the monk involved in the storm for a while.

You Meng stretched out his finger, and a ray of black light flew into the gap of the storm, entangled a young man covered in scars and almost died, "Plop", the man fell into the turbulent sea water, compared to the sky, the storm passed and dived into the sea water It is much safer in the middle, and you can survive if you boil it.

Flying more than a hundred miles, broke out of the storm area, and flew all the way to the southeast. The rain in the sky gradually thinned out, and the sun came out.

You Mengchang pointed to the black reef faintly exposed by the undulating waves in front of him, and said: "There are many monks who can find here, but very few of them actually found the correct location of Shen Yuanzong's Shendao treasure house back then, unless there is a secret map or luck .”

Flying forward to the third black reef with Taoist Zhang, he taught the "Water Dividing Art" again, stepping on the surface of the sea and escaping into the water.

Zhang Wenfeng pinched the water-dividing formula in his hand, and there was very little resistance in going in and out of the water.

Those who are difficult will not, and those who will meet are not difficult. Compared with reckless use of magic skills, it is too labor-saving.

All the way down the black reef for more than a hundred feet, Yu Mengchang was too lazy to drill into the deep and dark hole, he signaled the Taoist priest to stand still, and pinched a series of spells with his hands like flowers, a huge water flow suddenly appeared The bottom collapsed, forming a huge vortex.

You Mengchang waved his sleeves, wrapped Daoshi Zhang with mana and entered the vortex.

When they reappeared, the two of them stood in the middle of a huge dark cabin, all kinds of scattered copper utensils were thrown everywhere, few of them were intact, and water seeped down from the top "ticking", making it look extraordinarily gloomy and damp.

You Mengchang laughed at himself: "This treasure house has already been emptied, and every time people come here, they just pick up good things and don't take care of them, making it a mess." Leading Taoist Zhang forward, he said: "Let's talk about it first. Okay, you can't pull out that heavy sword for the time being, and you can't use it if you don't have enough cultivation, let me show you, lest you keep running and saying that I lied to you."

Zhang Wenfeng chuckled, in fact, old man You wanted to come back and have a look, so he found such a lame excuse.

After walking more than a hundred feet, he passed through the narrow passage ahead and entered another messy cabin.

You Mengchang glanced around, with a trace of excitement on his face, and said: "Finally, it's worth the effort I made before I left. This ghostly place has brought an old ghost, and it didn't take much effort to get here, haha."

There was a scream in the air, and billows of black air pressed down from the top of Anhuhu, the momentum was quite astonishing.

You Mengchang clapped his hands continuously, and shouted: "If you take the bait, where else can you go? After eating the old man's bait, you have been free for more than 20 years. Now you have returned the principal and interest to the old man. We are not indebted to each other."

Following his movements, ghost energy surged in the air, revealing a group of hideous ghosts trapped by black silk threads.

Zhang Wenfeng watched Old Man You clean up the fourth-order ghosts, but he didn't help. With You Mengchang's ability, he couldn't help him at all. He watched the ghosts change shapes and tried to escape, but the results were all in vain.

You Mengchang lingered like a chicken, pinching the violently fluctuating and struggling black air, and laughed loudly: "Tell me, where did you come from? Only you have become a climate for so many years, and the others who came in All the ghosts were devoured by you?"

He didn't need to know about ghosts and feet at all, but he was a little too excited to finally catch a fourth-order ghost.

With both hands grasping and pinching, he pinched the ghost that couldn't speak soft words into a fist-sized ball, and put it into a black jade bottle casually.

"It's a windfall."

You Mengchang took out a cloud of black air and threw it in the dark, and ordered: "It's good to guard this treasure house of the old man, if there are ghosts breaking in, it's your luck."

At the beginning, he lurks on Shui Qingru, Zhuang Yu and the others to go out, and hastily left behind to make arrangements. After so many years, this is the first time he has returned to the treasure house of Shendao.

The mass of black air was hidden in the darkness on top.

Pointing to one of the thick pillars covered with copper rust on the edge of the chaotic cabin, embedded in the wall of the ship, Youmeng said: "That is a heavy weapon, you can touch it, if you take it away, the whole The treasure house of Shendao will be destroyed and collapsed."

That pillar was also his shelter back then, and it took him thousands of years to break free.

Zhang Wenfeng is also well-informed, and this is the first time he has seen such a thick and round sword. The head and tail can't be seen from top to bottom, and he doesn't know how long it is. There is no extraordinary aura from Xiaotiandi's heavy weapon.

This is a sleeping treasure.

He didn't try to wake it up, just looked at it, and made a gesture to the tense You Mengchang, indicating that he could go out.

His own bronze lamp sacrificial chain is still unusable for decades, and he can't chew on it, and this pillar and thick sword is temporarily preserved.

Seeing that the Taoist priest was not interested in his heavy equipment, You Mengchang stretched out his hand and took out a gray and white fluffy robe from somewhere, and threw it to the Taoist priest with a smile, saying: "You can never return empty-handed after entering the treasure house. The ghost clothes' are not bad, you keep them for the jade bone puppet to wear."

Zhang Wenfeng caught the gray-white robe, and immediately noticed the difference in the clothes, as if holding a ball of ghostly air.

Put the ghost clothes into the locust wood vase, followed old man You around, and collected a few more treasures, the two walked out of Shendao and flew towards the Duxian Islands.

Chapter 724 No need to be patient

Forgiveness, wandering, far away, hesitation, together with the main island of Duxian, constitute the general framework of the Duxian Islands, plus dozens of scattered small islands within a hundred miles, forming the entire exile in the depths of the left sea. land.

You Mengchang arrived near Gouji Island and smelled the smell of people, so he parted ways with Zhang Daoshi, went to the island first, and went to search for the high-quality and good materials he needed.

Possessing a fourth-level ghost, Yumengchang, is equivalent to having an extra life. Even if he encounters a fifth-level master, he can easily escape.

Zhang Wenfeng knew that the old man Mengmei didn't want to listen to his preaching, so he was happy and relaxed. He set foot on the island alone to find a place where Yin Qi and evil spirits gather. , Accumulate merit and temper jade bones.

And he couldn't resolve the instinctive malice of the mortals in the Duxian Islands.

Over the past 20 years, the forces of various dynasties in the Eastern Continent have used evil to control evil, confiscated evil techniques, and trained local monks to manage the locals. The situation has been greatly improved compared to before. At least no foreign monks will be killed by local monks on the road. Attack it together.

In the current Duxian Islands, not only the monks from the Eastern Continent who are close to the water, but also the monks from the Western Continent and Nanyuan Continent also come to practice. There are many people mixed together, and the longer they stay, the monks' negative emotions will tend to explode.

The situation in the Duxian Islands is becoming more and more complicated, and the night in the wild begins to become dangerous and bloody.

Zhang Wenfeng knew from the bottom of his heart that it was the unique evil spirit of this place that affected the monk's mind, magnified the flaws in his mood, and expanded his desire to an unstoppable level.

The hurdles on the road of practice are all asked by the monks themselves. If you can overcome them, you can move on. If you can't overcome them, you will never be able to recover.

In the words of Yu Mengchang, "It conforms to the ruthless law of heaven!"

He wore a bamboo hat and walked in the field as a Taoist priest chanting scriptures. At night, monks spied on him, but no one thought of him.

After staying in Gouji Island for more than a month, I saw countless fights and killings during the day and night, but Guanzhu Zhang ignored it and went his own way to find the evil place. Almost every night he had to do a ritual ceremony.

Once, two groups of monks fought in the wild, and the talismans and spells bombarded randomly disturbed the ghosts and evil spirits gathered by Zhang Guanzhu's chanting. There was nowhere to escape, and they were fined to stand in a row, and his subordinates burned the paper money all night, and the two groups of monks were not allowed to leave until the sun rose.

On the third day after flying to Piaoling Island, a group of monks approached the well-known Taoist priest wearing a hat and chanting scriptures.

"Master, I have found you, apprentice Xuan An greets you!"

Headed by Zhang Xuan'an, who was dressed in black and vigorously, fell to the ground to pay respects.

"Lingbaoguan Tongguan pays homage to the elders."

"Xuanyunguan Gutang pays homage to Guanzhu Zhang."

The other four men and women stepped forward happily and signed up to meet one by one.

Zhang Wenfeng raised his right hand to get a group of monks to stand up. They were all juniors who had been taught by him in swordsmanship back then. He asked a few words casually, then looked at his apprentice who had not seen him for several years, and said with a smile: "Zhang Xuanan, are you going to follow Master on the saddle? Footsteps, staying up late in the wild every day, reciting scriptures to save evil spirits, help me, or do you have other things to do?"

With a glance, he could see that Zhang Xuanan was haunted by evil spirits, and he had experienced bloody fights, but the situation was good, and he did not indulge in killing intentions, unlike Shui Qingru who put himself in a dangerous situation on purpose.

Zhang Xuanan showed a self-deprecating smile on his thin and lean face, and said evasively: "The apprentice is mediocre in chanting scriptures, and he is sloppy. I'm afraid I can't serve Master well. How about I trick Brother Zhuang to help you? He said it many times , I miss Master very much, and want to listen to your face-to-face teachings day and night.”

With his shrewdness, he couldn't hear the master's face-to-face ridicule.

Zhang Wenfeng laughed, and said: "You just wait for Zhuang Yu to clean up your boy." Then he asked: "What's the situation with your elder sister?"

Several other people knew that Guanzhu Zhang was not very airy, and when they saw that the master and disciple had something to say privately, they hurriedly saluted and moved away, leaving the place for Guanzhu Zhang and the disciple to talk.

"Elder Sister walked out of the world last spring, and Senior Sister Yan left the customs in the summer of the year before last, and successfully advanced to the Golden Core Realm."

Zhang Xuan'an briefly explained the situation of the sect: "The head of the mountain is still on the road of escape, and he has no intention of stopping. Uncle Zhao Zhu'er is still cultivating in the Wenzhai Academy in the Western Continent, and the soil protector has traveled to the Nanyuan Continent."

Zhang Wenfeng calculated silently. The head of the mountain joked at the beginning that it would take ten years to escape from the world. Unknowingly, it has been eight years now. I hope it will go well. The enemies who beat you back then were all thrown upside down in the mud ditch, and they slept with their daughters to take revenge?"

He had heard Shanzhang joke that Shanzhang had used his ability to listen to his heart many times to examine Gouwa's character, so he never had a good impression of Gouwa at that time.

Zhang Xuan'an smiled and denied: "Master, don't slander your apprentice's innocence. How could your apprentice care about trivial matters with a few country old men? Hey, you don't know. When I returned to Wandering Island, almost all the enemies from back then were dead. The next few are so old that it is hard to walk, and many of those little girls with runny noses are now grandmas, so it’s not interesting, if it weren’t for Master, you brought me out, I would have starved to death in that ghost place.”

He has undergone a radical change, and when he looks at the people and things of that year, he just feels dull.

Immortals and mortals are separated like two worlds, the difference is too great.

He rolled through the stinky water of the muddy ditch, and only then did he appreciate the difficulty of practicing now.

After chatting casually, Zhang Xuan'an said again: "Master Fayuan invites you to go to Duxian City at a convenient time, and he invites you to drink tea. Since the year before last, monks from the vast continent and the heavenly continent have often traveled to the Duxian Islands to the Eastern Continent , Some guys have a bad temper, and treat the monks from the east and west as nothing, and he said that if you encounter them, there is no need to be patient."

Zhang Wenfeng heard the meaning, and asked, "Master Fa Yuan suffered at their hands?"

Fa Yuan's ability is very good, he rarely fights with others, even Fa Yuan excuses him not to be patient, which shows the arrogance and domineering of those foreign monks.

When Lu Changyuan and Monk Fabao came from the vast continent, they were not virtuous, and they fought wherever they went. If Fayuan hadn't accompanied him on the tour for more than half a year, I don't know how much trouble would have caused?

"I don't know the details. I heard that Master Fayuan retreated for half a year last year, and only occasionally appeared this spring."

Zhang Xuanan replied to the best of his knowledge, impartial.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded: "I see."