Taoist chanting

Every half a month, a new batch of dead souls and ghosts will be admitted into the ghost domain. The hundreds of years of accumulation of yin energy under the secret canyon will be of great benefit to the Hall of Soul Rescue, and it will also allow Judge Zhang's cultivation strength to gradually improve.

Thousands of dead souls and ghosts are a huge and inestimable merit to him.

In You Lao's words, as long as he successfully enters the Nether Realm, even if he is damaged to the point where only his body and soul are left, if he releases the harvested ghosts, he will be able to immediately recover and be alive and kicking.

At that time, he justly despised old man You's shallow eye sockets and small pattern, but he was actually unhappy with old man You's crow mouth. He didn't want to be so miserable, wouldn't it be good to live a good life and go to the underworld?

I don't know what new supernatural powers will be opened with such a large amount of merit?

You Lao retreated in the cave mansion at the top of the mountain without going out.

Inside the barrier of Xiaotiandi, Zhang Wenfeng himself sat cross-legged on the horizontal rock, facing the five-foot-tall treasure of shining bronze light.

The cloudy air outside is as thick as water, quietly waiting for the next wave to be received.

874 - Breaks the balance

The Fairy Temple, the West Temple of the Old Taoist Temple.

Shan Chang pinched the black jade chess piece with two fingers and landed it lightly on the chessboard with a "click", calm and relaxed, showing the demeanor of a master.

Tu Kun, who was playing chess, pinched his chin and thought hard, and the Fuchen he was holding in his arms was tilted to the side. After a while, he threw the ball and conceded, shaking his head and muttering: "Today's chess is wrong, next time we will regroup and fight again." He is completely dressed as a Taoist priest , chanting scriptures and doing homework every day, and occasionally going out to travel and place orders in other Taoist temples.

Learning to dance, writing, playing chess and self-cultivation, he will try all the methods that can sharpen and improve his state of mind.

Breaking through to the sixth level in the lower realm is a natural barrier for all monks.

Three people walked in from outside the door, Le Zi who was behind took a few steps, stepped forward and bowed: "I pay my respects to Master, the apprentice greets Master."

Yang Shuilan bowed her head and said, "I have seen the soil protector", and got up to say hello to the head of the mountain.

Yun Qiuhe is used to seeing it, so you don't have to be polite, she pulls Yang Shuilan to sit down, and waits on Ying Miaogu who is on the side to tidy up the chess pieces, arrange tea, and bring spiritual fruits and snacks.

The head of the mountain took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and said: "They are a large number of people, and they have entered the secret realm of Yanyuan under the sea. With their strength and You Lao's ability to predict, there is no danger. At most, it will delay Some time."

Guanzhu and You Lao went to find Lu Zijin and Chen Guanzhu who were in trouble, and they went away for ten years.

Later, Yang Shuilan found out that she couldn't get in touch with Xiao Ni'er who was playing in the sea, so she asked the head of the mountain to deduce it, only to find out that Xiao Ni'er and Gui Fudo went to Yanyuan Secret Realm together with the temple master.

Every three to two years, Yang Shuilan and Lezi would come to Xianling Temple to sit for a while, and they would be relieved when they heard "Peace" from Shan Chang's mouth. Xiao Ni'er and Gui Modong didn't leave their life lights behind.

Yang Shuilan came here today, besides listening to a letter, she has other important things to do, she said: "Yesterday, I heard the news that Qiu Wen from Nanyuan Continent has advanced to the sixth level, I wonder if the news is true or not?"

"Where there is no wind, there is no wave. I have already arranged for people to go to Nanyuan Continent to inquire and verify. I should be able to get approval letters today and tomorrow."

There was a trace of helplessness in Shan Zhang's heart, because the monks in Nanyuan Continent had broken through to the sixth level ahead of time, and he had a slight lack of affection for the monks in that land, no matter whether it was prejudice or guard.He was worried that Qiu Wen, who had been dormant for more than a hundred years, would be restless because of the sudden expansion of his strength, and he would make something wrong. He heard from the audience that Fang Bailan only had one sword left, so he didn't know if he could deal with the sixth level. Qiu Wen, who is cultivated?

Tu Kun on the opposite side looked out the door and said in a low voice, "The deacon of the waiting room, Gao Leng, is here."

Soon, Gao Leng came in, clasped his fists and bowed to everyone, then took out a messenger flying sword and handed it to the head of the mountain.

The head of the mountain inspected Feijian, and arranged a few words with Gao Leng to let him go down, and then said to the others: "Qiu Wen has indeed advanced to the sixth level, and he has become No.1 in this world. I will send a message to Bamboo Junior sister, tell her to be careful."

Tu Kun shook his head and smiled wryly: "Unfortunately, it happened when the power of our fairy temple was scattered." He also took out the flying sword and sent a message to Rong Shuzhi, Zhou Fushi, Master Fa Yuan and others in the Eastern Continent, and then to Lu Changyuan and Gu Qingrong from the Boundless Continent informed, and asked them to send a message to Shi Qisheng from the Tiangan Continent.

Qiu Wen's advancement, like a stone thrown into a pool of water, broke the tranquility of the blue sky.Yanyuan Secret Realm, Shuling Mountains.

The phantom of You Mengchang was accompanied by Mo Shu in the already empty underground canyon. There were only a million dead souls and ghost cultivators left behind. Soul Palace Ghost Realm.

After 15 years of expansion, Zhang Guanzhu's small ghost domain has been expanded to a radius of a hundred miles. The Xiaoming River is about five feet wide, and two tributaries have branched out.

"The Guanzhu is a kind-hearted person. He couldn't bear to live on the mountain and finally more than [-] mortals and monks died and turned into dead souls. It's too cruel. He is trying to find a way to open up a place in the Little Ghost Realm to accommodate mortals for a short period of time. , even if it is three to five days.”

You Mengchang said seemingly casually.

After more than ten years of closed-door training, he has recovered to the fifth level of cultivation, and his strength and confidence have returned at the same time.

Of course, on the eve of leaving, he felt that he should enlighten Mo Laogui to show more sincerity. The temple master wanted to make the merits perfect, but it did not prevent him from discussing business with Mo Laogui.

He has always believed in coming and going, no debt to each other, and clear cause and effect.

"Ah... thank you so much."

Mo Shu was overwhelmed with surprise. It was beyond his expectation that he could leave the last batch of living humans for Yanyuan Secret Realm and continue the bloodline of descendants. Mr. Zhang is really the great benefactor of Yanyuan Secret Realm. "According to the viewer's tone, it's almost a success. It took a lot of money. You'll know when you go in and see it in a few days. In the next few years, tell the mortal monks on the mountain to prepare more dry food and plan for a rainy day."

Dreamwalking talks long and earnestly to remind.

Mo Shu knew it in his mind, he cupped his hands and said, "The grace of life must be rewarded with great rewards."

"Fellow Daoist Mo, look at you, and you're being polite again. My own people don't like that kind of thing. Being able to safely send the last batch of descendants of Yanyuan Secret Realm to the Eastern Continent is a great merit to you, me, and everyone. .”

"That's, that's, Mr. You, please."

Mo Shu became more polite and enthusiastic.

In recent years, Chen Qingqiao, Lu Zijin, and Gui Fudo, three fifth-level masters, have contributed to protect them. The lives of ordinary people on the mountain are much better than before. There are more white-haired old people in the cottages and caves, and there are more children waiting to be fed.

Lu Zijin was biting a grass stalk in his mouth, showing off with the little mud that woke up to breathe outside, and said: "Speaking of it will scare you, they made a statue of me, and put it on the shrine to enjoy incense every day." Blessing, hey, my son-in-law Jin has so much virtue and ability, that one day he will be admired by all people." He grinned triumphantly.

Lisheng Temple means Mo Shu. Chen Qingqiao and Gui Fudo firmly refused to accept it on the grounds that it was contrary to Dao. In the end, the benefit fell on Lu Zijin. Practice is different, and eating some incense will help you break through in the future.

"You are so beautiful, I think that statue is so smoky that it doesn't look like you at all."

Little Ni'er yawned, swept away her demon consciousness, and deliberately ran on, she was sleeping most of the time, otherwise, with her troublesome temper, how could there be so few fun things for her?

"Their craftsmanship is a bit poor, but their intentions are sincere, and I can feel the incense of offerings."

Lu Zijin lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

Little Nier let out a "tss", "You are not a mountain god, it is strange to believe you. I heard from my mother that incense is not something that anyone can afford..."

Little Ni'er leaned against the rocks on the hillside and yawned again.

Lu Zijin looked up suddenly, frowned, and muttered, "That fellow is so bored, here he comes again."

A shadow appeared in the air, which was the manifestation of the spirit of the weapon, and shouted: "Mo Shu, don't think that with a few monks from other places to help you, you can delay the time and not hand over the treasure. My patience is limited, so I will ask you again. To pay or not to pay?"

Mo Shu, who flew out of the canyon, sneered: "Wan Lan, I remember that you set a 20-year deadline, and there are still five years left. What are you in a hurry? I will give you an explanation when the time comes." "You don't want to be fooled." In the past, don’t think I don’t know about your plot to escape after five years of brewing.”

Qi Ling's cold words hit Mo Shu like a thunderbolt, and Lu Zijin, Chen Qingqiao and others below.

Several people felt bad at the same time.

It is better to change the plan, maybe we have to act in advance, and Qi Ling seems to be turning his face.

Chapter 875 Caught the handle, on the eve of leaving

Mo Shu is also a person who has been honed and experienced for a long time, and his reaction is extremely fast.

He immediately guessed that Qi Ling used the previous natural disasters to cause mortal deaths and injuries, and mixed the dead souls of the imprinted women into the canyon haunted area. As Guanzhu Zhang received the new dead souls into the Hall of Souls, Qi Ling could not detect the imprint Existence, attack blackmail in advance.

With a sneer, Mo Shu shouted: "Do you want any treasures now? There are tens of thousands of them. At worst, let's break up and collapse this deadly secret realm. With the help of the candle, Mo can Save as many as you can, do you have the ability to break free from the Wanzhuan Corridor?"

If you don't show some barefoot hooliganism that is not afraid to wear shoes, you can't restrain Qi Ling, who has already become suspicious.

After hearing old man You's voice transmission, Lu Zijin pouted the straw in his mouth, and said lazily: "In addition to my boss's small world weapon, join hands with Mo Lao, break through the secret realm, collapse the power of heaven, and return to the world. No matter what, it's [-]% to [-]%, so boy Wanlan, you can't threaten us. You know that we want to get more dead souls out, and if we are in a hurry, we will run for our own lives first, and ask you to fight with a bamboo basket for safekeeping. The water is empty."

The phantom in the air was suddenly speechless.

People don't kill heaven and earth for themselves, he knew this sentence a long time ago.

He had seen the power of the small world heavy weapon in the hands of the human Taoist priest in the Wanzhuan Corridor.

It is precisely because he can't deal with the Taoist priest's small world heavy weapon, and the Taoist priest and the old man Mengmei teamed up to pose a great threat to him. He searched and searched in the Wanzhuan corridor over and over again. If he found his weakness and wreaked havoc, he couldn't stand it. Qi Ling feels a little regretful now that he was exiled into the secret realm.

It took him nearly 20 years to complete the calculation of the carp's soul without anyone noticing it. He was locked in the Wanzhuan Corridor and forced hard to arouse the little carp's resistance and desperate heart. It will not fall into a deep sleep.

There is an old saying in human beings, "Born in sorrow, die in peace", which is the truth. "Hmph, leave Wan Mou here, if you don't give me a piece of original Qi luck beads today, it will be nothing."

Qi Ling Xuying thought about it and showed great strength. She only wanted a piece of it first.There is a fragment of the original pearl, and he absorbs the luck from it, which can speed up the completion of the soul bond to the little carp. Everything is for the purpose of being able to break free from the shackles and live.

Mo Shu pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "One year later, Mo can give you a piece first."

Qi Ling Xuying disagreed, and said: "No, you can take it out now..."

Lu Zijin slashed with a flash of thunder, and with a "thunder bang", the phantom of Qi Ling was scattered, and he jumped up and scolded: "You are making progress, don't you? After Mo Lao said for a year, what are you going to do?" I really think that Mr. Donkey will be affected by your brat’s cowardice, no matter how wordy you are, I won’t give you a piece of it. You can drop it as much as you want, and Mr. Donkey will take care of everything.”

Encountering such an irritable and reckless monster, Qi Ling remained silent for a long while, after careful consideration, he finally let out a cold snort.

"One year later, I want to get a fragment of the original luck bead."

"Can."

Mo Shu agreed indifferently, turned around and escaped into the depths of the canyon, and stopped talking nonsense with Qi Ling.It is also a good thing to gain an extra year of preparation.

Even if he gave up all the mortal lives on the mountain and took them in as dead souls, he would not be dissatisfied.

Seeing Youmengchang at the bottom of the canyon, the two communicated for a while, and then they split up. Mo Shu used the method of mountain gods to notify all the low-level monks on the mountain, and half a year later, they started to prepare dry food.You Mengchang drilled into the barrier of the small world, spread black sand on the rocks, silently calculated the complicated changes in the heavenly secrets, and waited for the priest who closed his eyes to the bronze lamp to wake up.

For more than one hour every day, the main body of the temple can be awake.

After a long while, seeing the master opened his eyes, You Mengchang briefly explained what happened today, and asked, "Monastery master, what happened to the 'Bridge to Life' that you conceived?"

"Barely usable, give me another half a year, there should be no problem."

Zhang Wenfeng stood up slowly. Ordinary people are no more than ghosts cultivating dead souls, and they are not monks. Moreover, there are tens of thousands of them. He must build a "Bridge of Rebirth" that can connect the inside and outside of the Soul-Suppressing Hall for ordinary people to come out with mana. Xuqiao, enter the small ghost domain.

He is proficient in Taoism, ghost formulas, and talisman-making skills. After several attempts, he found the right way.

"Monastery Lord, time is running out, don't wear it too much, let alone force yourself, we are doing everything we can to bring all the dead souls out of the outside world, it is already the utmost benevolence."

You Mengchang remonstrated.

Zhang Wenfeng stretched his arms and body, and said with a smile, "I know in my heart, I won't be reckless." You Mengchang knew the temperament of the temple master, so he didn't persuade him any more, and asked the temple master to take him into the soul-suppressing hall. Among the dead souls, some of the guys who had been imprinted by the spirit of the weapon were found, and when they came to the door, his eyeballs turned green like a hungry wolf who smelled blood.

That weapon spirit was clever but was misunderstood by cleverness, leaving such a trick for him, an "amateur warlock".

On the hillside, Little Ni'er flew up, looked at the thick black giant who was giggling, stretched out his small hand and patted the giant's shoulder lightly, and said old-fashionedly: "As expected of my junior brother, he gave me a bad breath on my behalf, that weapon Boy Ling deserves to be beaten..."

Lu Zijin stretched out his hand to hold the head of the eldest sister who was shaking and sleeping, and called back, "Old turtle, old turtle." Gui Fudo appeared in a flash, and hurriedly put King Li, who was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, into the bottle, and with him Lu Zijin looked at each other, and both saw the worry in the other's eyes, but neither of them said it.King Carp spent more and more time sleeping.

Half a year passed quickly.

After harvesting a crop and most of the vegetables in the fields at the foot of the mountain, it took a few days to prepare dry food that could fill the stomachs of 12 ordinary people for a month, and all the water jars and jars were filled with clean water.

In the middle of the night, a faint black air overflowed Shuling Mountain. In just half a quarter of an hour, the thick fog covered the entire mountain range, like a thick black cloth.

Ordinary people came out from various cottages and caves with their families and mouths, carrying bags and jars on their shoulders. Under the leadership of the monks, with the help of the flickering green light, a group of people groped the mountain path to the canyon in the northwest direction. go.

Urged by the monks, a group of mortals who were close had already walked onto a five-foot-wide bridge surrounded by black air. There were low and vague guardrails, and there was still some flexibility when stepping on the bridge deck. Everyone was trembling with fear. Into the bottomless canyon.

Holding a small black drum in his hand, Mo Shu floated above the canyon with four tightly wrapped mountain gods. "Bastard, dare to lie to me!"

Ji Ling's desperate roar came from the air: "Without my consent, no one can leave safely, I will destroy this place."

There was a dull vibration in the distance, and the wind picked up.

Mo Shu hid in the black air and shouted: "Fellow Daoist Wanlan misunderstood, we raised the mountain guard formation to perform a ceremony for several mountain gods to fall into the ghost realm, and I was worried about being disturbed. I didn't inform you in advance One word, I'm sorry."

"Then you open the formation and let me take a look?"

How can Qi Ling believe it, the movement in the distance is getting louder and louder, he is inexplicably a little irritable.

Mo Shu said in a deep voice: "Open the formation tomorrow morning, casual fellow Taoist, you can see that the ceremony has started now, and it cannot be interrupted." He added: "I will give you a fragment of the Origin Orb in the daytime tomorrow as compensation, right? "

Useful or not, he tried to buy time with words.

Qi Ling thought for a moment, and shouted: "You must have a conspiracy, open the big formation now, or I will be rude."

Cracks began to appear in the ground at the foot of the mountain.

Chapter 876 Don't look back, run

In the gap between Qi Ling and Mo Shu's dispute, Gui Fudo showed a huge tortoise body, cruising and circling over the mountains, and his momentum became more and more high. The turtle shell was flowing with green-brown ancient and mysterious runes. He was responsible for attracting Qi Ling who didn't know where he was hiding. attention.

You Mengchang hid on the top of the mountain shrouded in black mist. With his left hand, he quickly counted and counted, and with his right hand, he pointed at a wisp of black gas in front of him.

It took him nearly three months to find a few guys who had been tampered with by the spirits from the vast number of dead souls. The mark of nothing, simply and rudely devoured the souls of the dead, spit out that little bit of breath, killed seven and collected the strand in front of him.

As for the female agents hidden in the muddled ghosts, he didn't bother to spend any more time looking for them, and there was no need for them.

"Mr. Donkey, now hold your breath and dive to the foot of the eastern mountain. Be careful not to let Qi Ling find out." You Mengchang used the green and black gas to find Wanlan's hidden location in the shortest time with the help of a magician. A burst of Yin Qi rushed to the location, and he continued to transmit the voice: "When I call the count to start, after three breaths, there will be a little different breath fluctuations in the air eight miles away to the east, just use the range thunder method to bombard that donkey day, understand ?”

The strong wind gradually picked up, flying sand and rocks, and the ground cracks in the southeast area had spread to the foot of the mountain.

Mo Shu is still using words to deal with the spirit of the weapon to delay time.

Lu Zijin cooperated with old man You to kill demons, and he replied via voice transmission: "Understood!"

"The counting begins."

Youmeng counted silently in his heart, pointed his right finger lightly at the green and black air in front of him, and silently recited a mantra: "Nightmare technique, empathy." He knows many supernatural powers and secret techniques, which are naturally suitable for Yin people.