Taoist chanting

The middle-aged Taoist opened his eyes, staring at the sea where the shadow escaped, and said: "Don't chase the poor, it's a fourth-order ghost, be careful of its plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain."

Monk Yuanzu wondered: "How come there are still fourth-order ghosts here? Didn't it mean that the fourth-order evil spirits in the Duxian Islands were killed by the monks of the Eastern Continent?"

He was even more afraid to leave the middle-aged Taoist five feet away.

Ghosts are hard to guard against in the dark, and he was entrusted by Mr. Lu to take care of He Qiyuan, a hexagram master who has no combat power.

"Or the fish who slipped through the net back then, or the ghost cultivator who came from other places."

The middle-aged Taoist priest put a protective spell on himself, and continued: "Mu Yunjian and Bao Qinghua, two fellow Taoists, should have been plotted by ghosts. There is likely to be a nest of fourth-level ghosts here. Master Yuanzi, please search for them underwater. Mr. Lu and the others sent a message to remind them, be careful to guard against sneak attacks by ghosts."

Monk Yuanxu took out the flying sword, read a few words silently, and then wrapped the flying sword with magic power and threw it into the water.

After waiting for a while, there was a splash of water, and four figures rushed out of the water and flew into the air. Among them, the extra woman was Bao Qinghua, who had been missing for a long time. Look a little dazed.

One of the young Taoist priests had a close relationship with the fallen Mu Yun, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Senior Sister Bao, what strange things happened to you that day? Who killed my brother? Please tell me in detail."

Bao Qinghua looked around, and found that it was near the reef and deserted island where the ghost was ambushing that day. She heard another fourth-rank senior brother of the same family quickly tell what happened through sound transmission, and then she knew that she was trapped in the water by the ghost. It's been more than a year, and Mu Yunjian's life lamp has only been extinguished for less than half a month.

That day when the ghosts used ghost skills to control her restless mind, she sneaked up on Mu Yunjian. It happened in a flash. She was also hit by Mu Yunjian's backhand and almost lost half of her life. I can't say such a secret, and I dare not say it. Come out, or there will be endless disasters.

The woman cleared her mind for a while and arrived at Wandering Island that day. She and Mu Yunjian competed with the fourth-rank monks of the Eastern Continent defending the island respectively, and won two games in a row. The arrogant Mu Yunjian was delighted to see Liexin, and Zhou Zhi took him to Piaoling Island to compete with Zhang Guanzhu. After only two moves, Mu Yunjian was seriously injured and lost.

She escorted Mu Yunjian to return overnight, and rested on this deserted island, but was ambushed by ghosts and plotted against her. She described everything in detail, and only concealed the fact that she was controlled by ghosts to attack Mu Yunjian.

Lu Changkong and the others had already been to Wandering City, and what Zhou Zhi said about the discussion that day was similar to what Bao Qinghua said.

"Two strokes hit Friends Daoist Mu hard, so powerful!"

Monk Yuanju didn't hide the fighting spirit in his eyes, and murmured.

The young Taoist priest was still waiting to ask, when a deep and gloomy voice came from a distance: "When is the turn of the Duxian Islands and the monks from the vast continent to come and play wild? Hehe, you all deserve to die!"

Two figures had already swooped over, they were Monk Yuanjie and Bao Qinghua's senior brother, suddenly a wave several feet high appeared out of nowhere in the darkness and smashed towards the two of them.

Monk Yuanju swung his fist, the shadows of his fists overlapped like a mountain, and the icy spray was crushed with a few "bang bang".

The sea is vast, but where are the ghosts?

Hearing a woman's scream from behind, the two hurriedly flew back, only to see Bao Qinghua covering her forehead, her face was pale, and the black energy was flowing from her body, apparently caused by some kind of severe restraint by ghosts, she was in danger.

"offend!"

Lu Changkong shot like lightning, quickly restrained the weak woman, and said to the middle-aged Confucian monk who flew back: "Senior Brother Zhuang, please check for Junior Sister Bao. If there is any hidden danger, we will find a way to eradicate it as soon as possible."

The middle-aged Confucian cultivator put his palm on the woman's shoulder with a dignified expression, and silently recited the sage's classics, and a strong aura enveloped the woman's whole body.

He Qiyuan, the hexagram master, flicked the Dharma plate in his hand, stared at the woman ten feet away, and made calculations with his right hand. He had already figured out some clues, but one more thing is worse than one less thing, and he didn't want to offend anyone.

After a while, the black energy on Bao Qinghua's body dissipated, the middle-aged Confucian cultivator let go of his palms, and shook his head slightly at Lu Changkong, indicating that there was no problem.

Bao Qinghua's complexion returned to normal, and he saluted several people.

She vaguely felt that something was wrong, the ghost was too powerful, and there seemed to be a big problem with her own state of mind.

At present, she just wants to return to the sect, and she doesn't want to stay in the Duxian Islands to avoid further accidents.

"Let's go, go back to Duxian City first, and discuss with Master Fayuan. I don't know how many ghosts are entrenched here? We can't say that we have to make some efforts to help Dong Dalu catch it. Master He, please!"

There was no joy or anger on Lu Changkong's face, but it was obviously impossible to go back like this.

That ghost provoked him face-to-face again and again. I don't know what to rely on?

The suspicion of the Eastern Continent monks has been cleared away, they can rest assured to deal with the ghosts in the dark, and they don't have to be on guard against the Eastern Continent's plotting.

"Mr. Lu please, everyone please!"

The hexagram master He Qiyuan smiled and stretched out his hand politely, and flew ahead with Lu Changkong, heading towards Duxian Island.

The young Taoist brother of Mu Yunjian's clan still had many doubts in his heart, but it was inconvenient to ask at this time, why did the ghost just let Bao Qinghua go without any injuries, but it killed the clan brother?There must be a reason for this.

When he finds the right time, he will ask He Qiyuan alone.

He realized that Bao Qinghua was concealing something, and what he said was incomplete and untrue.

Above the reef and deserted island, the figure of You Mengchang appeared. He stared at the group of people who disappeared into the night, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, and said to himself: "The bait has been cast, and the second fish is about to take the bait!"

Behind him, there are two thin ghost figures floating, looming.

The more fourth-order ghosts at hand, the more effective he can be. This trip to the Duxian Islands has been fruitful.

He also selected the best and found an excellent host body, which is currently being cultivated on Duxian Island, and it will be available in a few years. When Taoist Zhang completes the refining of jade bone puppets and goes to the vast continent, his strength will be able to rise to the next level. new level.

He is looking forward to the trip to the vast continent.

Chapter 728 Sudden Third Sword

"Is it a fourth-order ghost who made the eucalyptus? More than one ghost?"

Monk Fayuan entertained Lu Changkong and his party in the main hall of the city. Hearing this shocking news, he exchanged glances with Qin Pei, another guard monk in Duxian City.

With the law of karma he mastered, how could he fail to discover the fourth-order ghosts that appeared in the Duxian Islands to cause harm?

In the past, every three to five years, he would work with Bailichun and others to calculate whether there were any hidden dangers in the Duxian Islands.

Observing the weather and predicting luck, taking precautions, in recent years, after the strike with the Nanyuan Continent and the alliance of the three continents, the precautions against the Duxian Islands have been relaxed, because the Duxian Islands have been unable to make waves.

He Qiyuan hurriedly added: "That ghost is quite capable of concealing secrets. Even if He found out the whereabouts of Fellow Daoist Bao by other means, he still couldn't deduce the ghost's whereabouts in front of the ghost."

Hearing what the hexagram master said, Monk Fa Yuan quickly made a decision, and said: "The poor monk agrees that you will participate in the capture of ghosts, but only a few people, don't go to war and send monks from the vast continent, poor monk This will send a message to Feijian in the Eastern Continent to send five fellows to investigate tomorrow, so as to bring that ghost to justice as soon as possible, so as to prevent it from harming the world."

Because of emotion and reason, he couldn't prevent the participation of the vast continent's manpower, so he imposed some conditions and restrictions.

Lu Changkong smiled and cupped his hands: "Thank you Master Fayuan and Fellow Daoist Qin for your understanding. I hope that if you capture the ghost, you can allow our people to observe and participate in the interrogation. We want to clarify some doubts, which can be regarded as an explanation to the fallen fellow Daoist Mu Yunjian. "

"It should be, I am worried that it will be difficult to capture the ghost alive."

Monk Fayuan was not optimistic in his heart, the ghost that could cover up the secrets was not easy to catch.

Seeing that the conversation came to an end, Monk Yuanzu clasped his hands together and saluted, and asked, "Master Fayuan, I would like to ask Daoist Zhang from Xianling Temple some tricks. I wonder if Daoist Zhang is still in the Duxian Islands?"

Monk Fayuan folded his palms together to return the salute, and said honestly: "This morning, Guanzhu Zhang arrived at Duxian Island, and came to Duxian City as a guest. He had a long conversation with the old monk and fellow Taoist Qin. If anyone passes by the Duxian Islands and wants to compete, feel free to go to him, but there is one thing, life and death are self-responsible, if you don't have any skills, don't make trouble."

It is true that he has a friendship with Monk Fabao, but he has been annoying all these years and doesn't want to stop it anymore.

Even if Yuanzi is the apprentice of the magic treasure monk, he can't help but encounter a broken head and blood.

He knew Zhang Guanzhu's ability, he was superb in swordsmanship, and he was good at many kinds of supernatural powers and secret arts. Mu Yunjian, who had eyes above his head, lost even two moves, so he was seriously injured, which gave the ghost a chance to take advantage of it.

Monk Yuanzu was unmoved, and said with a smile, "I want to visit Daoist Zhang tomorrow."

Lu Changkong followed and said, "I've heard about Guanzhu Zhang's name for a long time. Now that Guanzhu Zhang has arrived on Duxian Island, I should also visit Daoist Zhang. My brother respected Daoist Zhang very much in the early years."

Monk Fayuan looked at Bao Qinghua, who was silently thinking about something. He saw that the woman was not in good condition, and there was something wrong with her mood, and said, "Friend Daoist Bao is just out of danger, why don't you stay in the city to rest?"

Bao Qinghua came back to his senses, forced a smile and said: "Thank you for the reminder, Master, I have already seen Guanzhu Zhang's ability, so I won't join in the fun, and rest in the city for a while."

Both Mu Yunyuan and He Qiyuan said they would not go, and they stayed to take care of Bao Qinghua.

Monk Fayuan and Qin Pei discussed a few words. Tomorrow, Qin Pei will accompany the guests to visit Zhang Guanzhu in the wild, which can be regarded as a witness to the exchange between the two sides.

Silent all night.

In the morning of the next day, Zhang Wenfeng was walking in the mountains looking for a place of evil spirits, when he suddenly looked up to the east.

Seeing a group of people flying over, among them was Qin Pei leading the way, so he waited where he was.

Qin Pei introduced the two sides to each other, and exchanged a few polite greetings.

Monk Yuanzu folded his hands together and said: "Back then, the young monk was ordered by his master to give fellow Taoist Shui a cub of Thunder Beast. He once discussed some moves with fellow Taoist Shui. Today, I was lucky enough to meet Daoist Zhang. This young monk is so cheeky. I would like to ask Daoist Zhang to give me some advice. "

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Zhang has heard from my apprentice that your common name is Xia Houzi?"

"Yes, later the little monk got his master to accept him as his disciple, and he was given the dharma name Yuanzi."

Monk Yuanzi replied respectfully.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded and said: "Since he is an old friend's disciple, Zhang will ask you to give me three tricks." He looked at Lu Changkong and the middle-aged Taoist priest, and asked, "Do you two have the elegance to discuss some tricks with Zhang?"

Lu Changkong's heart skipped a beat. The Taoist priest with a gentle expression in front of him gave him a very dangerous instinct, and hurriedly said: "I often hear my brother Lu Changyuan mention the Taoist priest. Changkong doesn't dare to be presumptuous. He can observe the Taoist priest's magical skills from the sidelines and learn a lot. A little bit, it will be of great benefit in the future."

The middle-aged Taoist also hurriedly stated that he only watched the battle and did not participate in the discussion. He didn't want to put himself in danger if he could seriously injure Mu Yunjian with two moves in the competition.

Zhang Wenfeng asked with a smile: "Changyuan Taoist has already advanced to the fifth level, right?"

Lu Changkong clasped his hands and said, "My brother successfully broke through to the fifth level ten years ago, thank you Daoist Zhang for remembering."

Standing in the field and chatting for a while, Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to the waiting monk Yuanzi, and everyone flew into the air. The two people who were discussing were separated by three miles. Monk Yuanjie saluted and rushed to the opposite side first.

Zhang Wenfeng held his sword and pointed at Yuan Xiao, who was rushing wildly with his fists in front of him. He would not show mercy in the face of the magic weapon monk. When dealing with a powerful martial artist, he stood still, and his whole figure was like a cold stone withered bronze. There is a touch of bright color on the tip of the sword.

Fighting with others, just to try some of his new ideas of swordsmanship.

Still far away, Monk Yuanju opened his fists and was about to use the "Vajra Outer Binding Seal" to try out the opponent's moves. Seeing Guanzhu Zhang suddenly stabbed forward with his sword, the sword light pierced the air The speed is not too fast, pulling the aura of heaven and earth on the way, the air twists and vibrates slightly, and the momentum is coming.

His fists were the first to strike at the unformed Jianguang, and he couldn't let the opponent accumulate strength.

However, when the attack was made, Monk Yuanzu was in a state of mind. He violently pushed the Body Protector Vajra to the maximum, golden light flowing all over his body, like a person who has painted gold.

"Bang", a thick invisible sword blade with a finger pierced the front of his forehead and appeared in the golden light. There was a loud explosion, knocking Monk Yuanzu staggering back.

Monk Yuanju knew something was wrong, so he hurriedly withdrew his fists and returned to defense, trying to stabilize the opponent who did not know how to injure his soul. He dodges and dodges, and has to take it hard.

Monk Yuanju, who had lost his chance, gave a loud shout, and his fists were in the Vajra Fist and Inner Binding gestures, trying to defuse the opponent's threatening sword with the momentum of one attack and one defense.

He just wanted to get out after three moves, and he already knew that he had no chance of winning.

The opponent's speed was too fast, and his sword skills were weird but upright.

Facing Daoist Zhang's magnificent offensive with his vajra body, he felt that it was not very safe, and he seemed to be injured if he couldn't resist it.

The golden fist shadow is divided into five layers, overlapping to form a mountain, and there is a loud "bang", colliding with the raging sword light.

Monk Yuanju suffered severe pain in his left shoulder. He couldn't help rolling over in the air, falling hundreds of feet horizontally, knocking down more than a dozen big trees before he could stabilize his body, half of his body was soaked in blood, and he was completely defeated.

What puzzled Monk Yuanzhu was that he somehow got hit by the third sword. It was too weird. He knew that Daoist Zhang had shown mercy. It's that simple.

After losing only three strokes, he was convinced.

Zhang Wenfeng had already withdrawn his sword, and apologized: "Zhang was too late to stop during the sparring, forgive me, forgive me!"

Monk Yuanzi clasped his hands together: "Yuanjie is taught, thank you Daoist Zhang for your guidance."

(Happy New Year's Day! I wish you all good health and good luck in the new year)

Chapter 729 Destiny, Elimination

In Duxian City, Bao Qinghua, who was meditating and adjusting her breath in the guest courtyard, suddenly had a black air on her body. She had a pained and struggling look on her face, and she stretched her palms to ask for help, but she quickly stood up with a blank face, opened the door, and slowly Walk in the small courtyard full of flowers.

Under the slanting sunlight in the morning, the woman's steps gradually became steady as usual, and her face returned to indifference.

Suddenly opened the courtyard door, looking at the young Taoist priest wandering outside the door with a little astonishment, Bao Qinghua asked coldly: "Mu Daoyou, do you need me?"

The young Taoist priest named Mu Yunyuan didn't know how to speak for a while, and it was very offensive to ask some words.

Bao Qinghua went straight out of the courtyard door, walked to the guest courtyard diagonally opposite, and said: "If you have any questions, let's say it in front of Master He. You can tell others everything. I am also a little confused and want to ask He Grandmaster."

Mu Yunyuan followed behind, and said with a smile: "That's very good, Master He's eyes are like torches, just to help us clear up our doubts."

Bao Qinghua stopped suddenly, and in his hand appeared a seal engraved with ancient scripts of sages as bright as blood, and said: "This is an ancestral treasure of your Mu family. Neither owes anything."

He sent it to Mu Yunyuan with his magic power, turned around and left without looking back.

Mu Yunyuan got Yujue, and his expression was rather complicated. He didn't expect that the clan brother would give such an important treasure to Bao Qinghua, so there is only one possibility. Jade Jue, who can rest their minds and minds, is their token of love. However, when their elder brother passed away, Bao Qinghua returned the token in the face of doubts, and has never had anything to do with their Mu family ever since.

He sighed secretly, this time he seemed to have acted recklessly and messed up the matter.

People cannot be resurrected after death, and the only affection they have is cut off because of him. He has nothing to ask at this time, so he has to find a way to make up for it.

Just for a moment, his expression froze, black air rose from Mu Yunyuan's hand, and his palm was in severe pain. A transparent breath rushed from behind to Mu Yunyuan who was pale with shock and wanted to throw away Yujue.

Bao Qinghua, who was walking in front, showed a sly smile, stopped in front of the door of He Qiyuan's guest house, knocked on the door lightly, and said in his mouth: "To disturb Master He's peace, there is something between Mu Daoyou and me, I want to ask Master to do it." a testimony."

Her knocking on the door and her voice just covered up the strange fluctuations caused by Mu Yunyuan's desperate struggle.

He Qiyuan's mellow laughter came from the gate of the courtyard: "You are welcome, Daoist Bao. He has just cooked a pot of good tea. The two of you came early rather than coincidentally. You are lucky."

After a while, the gate of the courtyard was opened from the inside, and Bao Qinghua walked into the courtyard first, holding the bloody jade tightly in his hand, and followed him in with a blank expression, without even saluting.

He Qiyuan also thought that the two had quarreled just now, so he didn't care, closed the door, and put down the soundproof restraint.

Mu Yunyuan suddenly shot from behind, and a short blade pierced He Qiyuan's back hard.

When He Qiyuan sensed the danger, he reacted a little slower. With the help of the attack force, he slammed his head out of the courtyard door. A huge gap was opened in his back, and blood gushed out. Fight and make a group.