The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

Rongcheng, a small shop selling hand-embroidered products, a beautiful cheongsam girl opened the door of the shop.

The owner of the milk tea shop next to him poked his head out and looked at the beautiful girl, "Xiao Rong, it's still early, why is the shop closed at this time?"

Shui Mingrong smiled and explained simply, "I'm going on a long trip."

"Oh." The milk tea owner likes Shui Mingrong very much. She has an elegant hand in embroidery, has a good temper, and almost never gets angry with others. Who wouldn't like such a girl? She couldn't help asking.

"Come back soon."

Shui Mingrong put a lock on the door, smiled lightly, "OK."

In Qingshi Lane, Song Rong's roots slowly caressed the tiles, feeling the semi-condensed soul of the tiles, and then jumped down from the crown-like branches and stood beside the gurgling pool.

In the pool of lotus leaves, a small white dragon leaped out, throwing clear water from the tip of its tail.

A dragon, a tree and a ghost gathered in the shop, looking southwest together.

In the southwest, Yuncheng, in the temporary base, Le Ning sat on a simple chair, frowning and looking at the sky, where the golden barrier was supporting the sealing formation of Dashan.

The residents of Yuncheng migrated overnight, and they are still migrating one after another, but they did not leave, nor could they.

The big formation is crumbling, and the relocated residents can only relieve their urgent needs. This huge sealing formation is not a piece of clothing that can be mended casually. It can be repaired if it is broken. It is a fragile egg shell.

The barrier set up by Wen Xingzhi can only last for three days at most. Before they entered the formation, they just wanted to investigate, but now, they have to go in, brave the resentment like cannibalism, find the source of the resentment, and dispel all the resentment, otherwise they will wait for the big formation. The formation completely collapsed, not to mention Yuncheng, half of China will be eroded by this majestic resentment.

Le Ning caressed the arc in his hand absentmindedly. It was Song Yun's crutch that broke and fell from it last night.

Holding the arc, his mind was not here, but drifted into the mountains.

The big formation is about to shatter, and there is deep resentment inside. Is the old man in the mountain okay?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, so he simply took out the hexagram plate and deduced a hexagram.

Different from calculating merit and fortune, this simple divination quickly yielded results, but Le Ning couldn't help shaking his hands when he saw the results.

The hexagram plate fell to the ground with a bang, causing a shocking echo in the quiet room.

The hexagram plate jingled and rotated, and no matter how the hexagram images on it were solved, only two characters could be solved.

dead.

Hearing the sound of the hexagram plate falling to the ground, Wen Xingzhi, who was standing by the window, turned his head to look, and seeing Le Ning's pale face, he couldn't help coming over with a worried expression on his face.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable again..." Before he finished speaking, he saw the hexagram on the ground.

He covered the swirling hexagram plate, and held Le Ning's cold hand, "Who is it?"

Le Ning's eyes trembled, "My master..."

Wen Xingzhi leaned over and circled the person, "We'll go back soon."

"En." Le Ning rubbed against Wen Xingzhi's arms, soaking up the warmth, but his heart felt cold.

What happened in the mountains and why...

Le Ning didn't dare to think deeply.

Just at this time, Guan Pu shouted outside, "Le Ning, three people came here and said they were looking for you."

Hearing the shout, Le Ning took a deep breath, straightened his face, and walked out of the simple tent with Wen Xingzhi.

Outside, Shui Mingrong, Song Rong, Jiaolong, and Song Yuncong all arrived, with three to five monks standing behind each, including members of the Department of Strange News and invited folk monks.

Le Ning looked at Shui Mingrong and the other three, before inviting them to come, he had already mentioned all the possible dangers, but the three still came.

He glanced at the group of people behind him, especially the gray-haired Song Yuncong and Chen Jushi.

"This time it's really dangerous."

Song Yuncong still had a peaceful appearance, "A monk cultivates his mind."

Chen Jushi and the others also nodded with a smile, "I exchange 10,000+ people by myself, so it's such a good deal if I don't buy or sell, it's a big loss."

The old Taoist also nodded, "Let's do this kind of hard work with some of our strong old fellows."

Listening to one firm voice after another, Le Ning clenched his fists, "Okay, let's go!"

Time waits for no one, a decision has already been made, and the group of people quickly boarded the helicopter without delay.

The helicopter lifted off the ground, the temporary base,

Tan Mingyuan stood below, looking up and watching the helicopter go away. His face was haggard after a busy night, and his eyes were red as he watched the helicopter go away.

Be sure to come back safely.

Flying from the sky to the top of the formation, Le Ning separated the scales, a total of six scales, one for Song Yuncong, Shui Mingrong, Jiaolong, and Song Rong, one for Le Ning himself, and the remaining one for Song cypress.

It stands to reason that Song Bai, who doesn't know any magic skills, shouldn't come here, but the other three people in the formation are not human and powerful. Only Song Yuncong is an ordinary person, except for fortune-telling skills, he has almost no fighting power .

Under such circumstances, it is easy to cause accidents, so after discussing with everyone, they unanimously decided to keep up with Song Bai, whose scales also have karma, and to hold the battle with Song Yuncong.

And the other four will go in with their respective teams, only Song Bai will not, and when they enter the formation, he will hold the scales so that he can come out from the foot of the mountain surrounded by ghosts.

Song Bai and Le Ning looked at each other, reached out to take it, and touched the smooth surface of the scales. They couldn't tell what they felt in their hearts. Before, they couldn't get what they wanted, but now he gave up, and the opportunity came instead.

Wen Xingzhi looked at everyone with firm eyes.

Human beings are like this, although everyone is weak, they can always shine brightly. It is such a small but dazzling light that lights up the way forward for the entire tribe.

He thought for a while, and slowly took off the hood.

A gentle and deep face was exposed, half of the lower jaw was already covered with skeletons, and Guan Pu, who was following Song Yuncong, was stunned.

As long as anyone has attended the teaching class of the plant shop, no one knows Mr. Wen in the shop. Compared with Le Ning's teaching, which is flexible and flexible, Mr. Wen's teaching is more simple and direct to the essence.

Although he had never attended a class, he had heard of Wen Xingzhi's name.

Who would have thought that the god-worshiping of their Mystery Department, the boss who erected a series of mountain barriers by himself, would actually teach the basics of magic in a small shop!

This top-level teaching, those who snatched the class, how much merit they have cultivated in their previous lives!

Thinking of this, Guan Pu couldn't help feeling a little jealous.

The monks here are basically the elite monks of the entire China. They have attended Wen Xingzhi's class more or less, and recalling the great things this big guy has done, the way he looks at him has changed.

Who would have thought that a substitute teacher in an ordinary small town would turn out to be a big boss who swept the entire magic world!

Wen Xingzhi looked at everyone with shock or admiration, turned the back of his hand, and swept the scales on everyone's hands one by one.

Where his hand touched, the scales seemed to be ignited, and a faint golden light shone.

When the helicopter arrived at the place, it descended slowly until it stopped above the golden barrier, and then lowered the rope ladder.

Le Ning held the shining scales and looked around the crowd, "Everyone, this time we must be safe!"

A group of people held the scales, looked at Wen Xingzhi, then at Le Ning, "Nothing will go wrong!"

After the swearing-in, everyone braved the mountain wind and quickly climbed down from the rope ladder one by one.

As soon as he entered the barrier, the wind howled, the black mist surged, and the ghosts whispered.

A group of people abide by the previous agreement, don't listen or see or hear, and only focus on climbing down.

Soon, everyone came to the small cliff that they had seen before.

Song Yuncong, each of the four held the formation that had been drawn long ago, stood in accordance with their positions, and approached the formation as far as possible so that they would not be thrown down.

Three or five people each followed the people holding the formation, and only waited for the big formation to open, and entered at the same time as the people holding the formation.

The scales exude a small group of halos, like sporadic lights on the sea under the cliff covered in thick black resentment, covering three or five people.

Seeing everyone standing still, Le Ning glanced at Wen Xingzhi who was standing beside him, and then his eyes became firm.

Mr. Wen has done all he can, and the rest is up to him.

Le Ning pointed like knives, and cut open the palm of his hand together. The bright red blood dripped on the formation that had been drawn earlier, and the silver and blue formation of the same color instantly lit up. At the same time, the formations in the hands of the other four also lit up. Together, the silver-blue rays of light gathered together, and slowly rushed towards the sealing formation.

In an instant, the resentment that was already surging was even more surging, rushing towards the five balls of golden light like crazy.

The first to be impacted was Shui Mingrong. She was a resentful ghost herself, and was more easily affected. As soon as the wave of resentment hit her, she swayed and was almost knocked out of the formation.

The little white flood dragon beside him trembled, suddenly became two feet long, flicked his tail, and held Shui Mingrong with a golden light.

"Thank...Thank you."

Shui Mingrong stabilized her figure, and smiled gratefully at Jiaolong, the resentment affected her too much, even her soul was shaking.

"Small things, stand firm!" Jiaolong's voice was low, uttering words.

The stronger the resentment, the more stable the four of them stood. The silver-blue light pushed forward firmly, and all the resentful ghosts blocking the way were penetrated and moved towards the formation unstoppably.

ten meters.

eight meters.

three meters.

Le Ning saw that the speed of their newly drawn formation was getting faster and faster, and immediately the two silver-blue rays of light were close to each other.

At this moment, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared from among the raging resentful ghosts. With the appearance of this black shadow, the situation changed abruptly. Turn into a sharp cone.

Instinctively, Le Ning felt that something was wrong, so he reversed his hand to add spiritual power to the formation, and the original three-meter distance was shortened by half in an instant.

But this resentful ghost hidden in the resentment is really sharp, it concentrates the resentment within a radius of ten feet, and it doesn't attack the most unstable Shui Mingrong, but Song Yuncong who looks as firm as a mountain but has just been injured.

The sharp cone charged only once, and the golden light on the scales was broken through the cracks. Song Yuncong was hit like this, and immediately staggered a step from his standing position. The silver light flashed instantly, almost breaking.

The resentful ghost roared, without giving Le Ning in the distance any time to react, and rushed to the second wave.

The ferocious face of the resentful ghost was almost reflected in Song Yuncong's muddy eyes. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly, his eyes shone brightly, showing the strength and sharpness of his original age.

He stepped back to the original place, restored the formation, and at the same time pressed the scales to his chest.

"Come!"

Even if he died today, he would not move a single step!

Ghost Qi howled, Song Bai stood behind, anxiously looked at the light that was about to catch up with the big formation, and stared at the resentment that Song Yuncong and Feng Yong rushed towards with their body as a shield.

That's too late!

Thinking for only a moment, seeing the terrifying black cone getting closer and closer to his father, he gritted his teeth suddenly, his expression changed, and he slapped a spell on Song Yuncong's back.

Between lightning and flint, shape and shadow change.

The resentful ghost came through, pierced through the golden light, and passed through the body.

Song Yuncong was ready to die in battle, but after the resentment passed, his body didn't feel any pain.

He opened his eyes in surprise and saw Song Bai standing in front of him blankly.

The young man's entire chest was surrounded by heavy resentment, and black and blue escaped from his pupils, instantly covering his pale cheeks and neck.

The gray-haired old man's pupils shrank suddenly, "Xiaobai!!"

Song Yuncong was stunned, but it was Song Bai, who flashed countless scenes of struggling for academic methods in his mind, and his father seemed to have no plans.

Is this what saving the world feels like?

He can't save the Milky Way, but he can probably save half of the city.

So painful, so empty.

He stared blankly into the distance and smiled suddenly.

"Dad... this is the only talisman I have learned, is... isn't it... very powerful?"

The voice gradually faded away, and Song Bai's body turned into black dust like fine powder with a bang...

This year, Song Bai is 25 years old...

All this happened in an instant, apart from Song Yuncong and Song Rong who was standing closest, he didn't even react.

Everyone looked at the black dust all over the sky in shock, and watched Song Yuncong's liver and gallbladder burst, and instinctively went to collect the black dust.

"Xiao Bai! I'll teach you! I'll teach you everything! Come back..."