Zhu Xian

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The old monk didn't answer, just looked at the two children carefully, couldn't help but look at Lin Jingyu a few more times, and thought to himself, "Good aptitude, but how can you be so extreme?"

At this time, Zhang Xiaofan took a step and said, "Hey, who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"

Caomiao Village is near Qingyun Gate. Taoism is respected here, and Buddhist disciples are extremely rare, so Zhang Xiaofan has this question.

The old monk glanced at him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he asked: "Little Patron, just now your life was at stake, you just need to admit defeat, why do you have to support it so hard, if it wasn't for the old man's action, you would have given your life in vain!"

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a while, and he felt that what the old monk said was reasonable, but when the matter came to an end, he still couldn't tell why, so he could only be stunned there.

Lin Jingyu glared at the old monk, pulled Zhang Xiaofan's hand, and said, "Xiaofan, this old monk is weird, let's ignore him." After saying that, he pulled him out, and several children followed him, obviously always following his lead.

Zhang Xiaofan subconsciously took a step forward, but after walking out of the temple gate for a while, he couldn't help but look back at the temple. He saw that the sky was getting dark, and he could vaguely see that the old monk was still standing there, but his face was blurred.

Late at night.

There was a rumble of thunder, the wind swirled and the clouds rolled in the sky.

The wind and rain are about to come, and there is a chilling intent.

The old monk was still in the grass temple, meditating on the ground. Looking up, only a hazy piece of Qingyun Mountain was left in the distance, and there was no sound in the four fields, only the rapid wind and thunder in the sky.

What a gale!

A bolt of lightning split through the sky, and the small grass temple standing alone in the wind lit up. At this moment, the old monk was standing at the entrance of the temple, with a serious face, looking up at the sky, his eyebrows wrinkled and tightened.

In the village in the west, there was a black gas that was as thick as black ink and could not stop surging. The old monk stood in the grass temple and stared at this black gas.

Suddenly, the black gas swirled up and went straight outside the village, towards the direction of the grass temple. It was extremely fast and arrived in a blink of an eye. With sharp eyes, the old monk saw that there was a child in it, which was Lin Jingyu who had seen it during the day.

The old monk's face sank, and without hesitation, he did not see how he acted, and his thin body rose up from the ground and penetrated into the black gas.

From an unknown place in the darkness, a slightly surprised voice came: "Huh?"

After a few muffled sounds, the black air stopped and hovered over the grass temple. The old monk held Lin Jingyu under his ribs and slowly fell, but a piece of the cassock had been torn off behind him.

Through the dim light, Lin Jingyu's eyes were closed and his breathing was steady. He didn't know if he was asleep or fainted.

The old monk didn't put him down, looked up at the black air in the air, and said, "Your Taoist skills are profound, why did you attack an ignorant child, I'm afraid you will lose your identity?"

A hoarse voice came from the black air, saying, "Who are you, dare to meddle in my business?"

The old monk did not answer, but said: "This is the foot of Qingyun Mountain. If Qingyun Sect knows that you are doing wrong here, I am afraid that you will have a hard time in the future."

The man said with disdain, "Qingyun Sect is nothing, it just depends on the number of people. If the old bald donkey wants to say more, give me that child quickly."

The old monk said together: "Amitabha Buddha, monks are merciful, and I can't watch this child be poisoned by you."

The man said angrily: "What a bald thief, you are courting death."

Following his words, a crimson light flashed in the black air that had been circling all the time. In an instant, around this small grass temple, there was a strong yin wind and a strong ghost energy.

"Poison Blood Banner!" The old monk's face suddenly showed anger, "Evil Obstacle, you dare to cultivate such an evil thing that is ruthless and scourges the world. I will never forgive you today."

The hoarse voice sneered, but did not answer, only heard a roar, the red glow was prosperous, and from mid-air, the stench was loud, and a red flag of two feet was slowly raised. At this time, the sound of ghosts crying became more and more mournful, as if countless grievous spirits were crying at night, and there was a faint sound of bones during it, which was shocking to hear.

"Thief bald, die!" The man in the black gas shouted, and saw a ferocious ghost face, with four triangular eyes, sharp teeth and fangs, suddenly appeared from the bloody red flag, "Ka, Ka, Ka, Ka" The four eyes on the ghost face suddenly opened, and with a "roar", they turned into entities, rushed out of the flag, and attacked the old monk with an incomparably bloody aura.

The old monk's face was even more angry, knowing that the more powerful the poisonous blood flag was, the more innocent people would be killed during the cultivation process. To achieve such power in front of him, I am afraid that more than 300 people would have to sacrifice the blood essence flag.

This evil man is really unscrupulous!

Seeing that the ghost was about to rush to the front of his eyes, the old monk did not put down Lin Jingyu, a child under his ribs. He only used his left hand with a jasper rosary to draw a circle in the void in front of him.

"Little trick, come and sell it too..." Before he could finish the word "get", his whole body suddenly trembled, and he only felt that his right hand was holding the child Lin Jingyu, and his wrist was bitten by a foreign object. An itchy feeling immediately traveled all over his body, and his eyes turned black, and his body was shaking at the moment.

At this moment, there was another strange change in the ghost in front of it. On the forehead of its left and right eyes, there were two sounds of "click, click", and another blood-red giant eye was opened.

The old monk was beaten back and flew, and Lin Jingyu under his ribs also fell to the ground. There were a few muffled sounds on the way, and he was afraid that his ribs had been broken. After a while, his thin body smashed on the wall of the grass temple, and with a "boom", the dust was flying, and the entire wall collapsed.

"Hahahaha ~~~~~~~~” black gas in a burst of laughter, extremely proud.

The old monk stood up trembling, his throat was hot, and he couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of hot blood, dyeing the monk's clothes in front of him red. He only felt the golden stars flashing in front of him, the pain all over his body, and the tingling feeling was getting closer and closer to his heart.

He forced himself to calm down, and the corners of his eyes swept over Lin Jingyu, who was lying on the ground in a coma, but he saw a colorful centipede slowly crawling out of his clothes, as big as a palm. The most bizarre thing is that its tail has seven forks, and it looks like it has seven tails. And each one is a color, different, and the colors are gorgeous, but there is a bit of horror in its beauty.

"Seven-tailed centipede!" The old monk's words sounded like a groan.

The black gas on his face was getting heavier and heavier, and the corners of his mouth were constantly bleeding. It seemed that it was already difficult to support, but he was still reluctant to fall. He looked at the black gas in the air and said, "You put this world's strange poison on that child, and you deliberately hid your strength, seeing the opportunity to hurt me, are you coming for me?"

The person in the black gas sneered and said, "That's right, I'm here specifically for your Puzhi bald donkey. If not for this, it wouldn't be easy to deal with you with your Tianyin Temple Buddhist practice. Well, now quickly hand over the'Blood Devouring Pearl ', and I'll give you the antidote for the seven-tailed centipede, sparing you from death!"

Puzhi laughed miserably and said, "In vain, there is still a word'wisdom 'in my name. I can't think of you refining this evil thing of poisonous blood flags, how can there be no reason not to covet'blood-devouring beads'." His face turned serious, and he said categorically: "It is a delusion to ask me to give you the most evil thing in this world."

The man in the black gas was furious: "Then you go to see your Buddha." The red light flashed, the poisonous blood flag swayed in the wind, the sound of ghosts crying, the huge ghost reappeared, circled in the air, and rushed towards Puzhi again.

Puzhi shouted loudly, his robe bulging without wind, and his originally thin body seemed to have swelled a lot. With the force of his left hand, he only heard a crisp sound, and the string of jasper rosary beads had been pinched for him. More than a dozen crystal clear rosary beads did not fall, but dripped non-stop, one by one emitting blue light, floating in front of Puzhi, only the dark purple bead fell directly.

Puzhi flipped his palm and grabbed the deep purple bead in his hand, his hands tied the left and right water bottle prints, his eyes were wide open, and there was golden light all over his body. He said word by word: "Amang, Mah, Mah, Bah, Mi, Moo!"

"Six-character Great Bright Mantra." The tone of the person in the black gas immediately became a little more solemn.

As the word "moo" fell, all the jasper rosary beads glowed in an instant, and at the same time, the ghost sacrificed by the evil man had rushed in front of him, and the bloody aura came to his face. But as soon as he came into contact with the jasper blue light, he suddenly turned invisible and could not enter, so he was stuck in the air.

Even so, Puzhi's body shook again. The seven-tailed centipede was an absolutely poisonous thing in the world, and with his hundreds of years of practice, it was still difficult to resist. However, his dark face revealed a faint smile, with a bit of awe.

"Tie!"

Puzhi shouted loudly, like a lion's roar, the sound shook the four fields, the jasper rosary bead in front of him was relaxed by the Buddha's power, and the light was even brighter. Suddenly, a rosary bead shattered with a "poof" sound, and in mid-air, it made a "Buddha" character, rushed forward, and hit the ghost on the face.

"Wow~~~~!" The ghost let out a mournful howl and took a few steps back. The red glow all over its body was greatly weakened, and it was obviously injured. The man in the black gas said angrily, "What a bald donkey!"

Just as he was about to move, he just said that it was too late and fast, and in a moment, seven or eight rosary beads were imagined as Buddhist mantra hitting the ghost. The ghost howled non-stop, retreated again and again, and looked terrified. When it was hit by the ninth jasper rosary bead, it finally let out a long howl, its eyes burst together, its bones rattled, and it fell to the ground with a "boom" sound. After struggling a few times, it became stiff and motionless, slowly turning into blood, and the stench was incomparably fishy.

At the same time, Puzhi let out a large mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, and the color of the blood has become black.

"Ah!" A scream came from the gate of the Grass Temple at the critical juncture of the two great fighting techniques.

Puzhi and the evil man were both taken aback. The black air in the sky moved, and Puzhi also looked at the door at the same time. He saw Zhang Xiaofan, a child he had seen during the day, standing at the door for some reason, staring at the strange scene in the temple.

The man in the black air snorted coldly, and he didn't see how he moved. The seven-tailed centipede that was originally crawling on Lin Jingyu suddenly vibrated its tail, took advantage of the momentum and flew up, as fast as lightning, to Zhang Xiaofan.

Puzhi raised his eyebrows, pointed to his right hand, and a jasper rosary rushed over. The seven-tailed centipede seemed to be psychic, knowing how powerful it was, it didn't dare to resist, and when its tail vibrated, it flung up like wings and threw itself into the black gas, and there was no sound.

The man in the black gas said gloomily: "Hehe, as expected of the four great divine monks of Tianyin Temple. With serious injuries, you can break my'Poisonous Blood Corpse King ', but you take the attack of the Corpse King and get poisoned by the seven-tailed centipede, how long can you last? Just give me the'Blood Devouring Pearl' obediently."

At this moment, black blood began to flow out from the corners of Puzhi's eyes, and he laughed miserably and hissed: "Even if I die here today, I will have to save you, a demon."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the jasper rosary beads in front of him lit up at the same time, and the person in the air was immediately on alert. Suddenly, there was a whistle, and an object flashed blue light and hit the black gas from behind.

After hearing a roar from the black gas, it was obvious that the man was caught off guard, "Bang, bang, bang" A few random sounds, where the green light flashed, the black gas scattered, and finally scattered everywhere, turning invisible. A tall and thin man slowly fell from the air, his whole body tightly wrapped in black robes, his appearance and age could not be seen, only a pair of eyes, fierce light flashed, and a long sword was tied behind him.

Puzhi whispered: "Your Excellency is doing so, why don't you dare to meet people?"

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the man in black, and he said sharply: "Bald donkey, let you die without a burial place today!"

After saying that, he pulled out the long sword behind his back with a backhand "brush", and saw that the sword was as clear as autumn water, bright or not, with a faint light attached to it.

"Good sword." Puzhi couldn't help but exclaim.

The man in black snorted in a low voice, holding the sword art in his hand, stepping on seven stars, walking seven steps in a row, the long sword pierced the sky, and there were words in his mouth:

"Nine Heavens Xuan Sha, turned into divine thunder.

Brilliant heavenly might, use the sword to attract it! "

In a moment, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly surged, the thunder rumbled, and there were constant flashes of lightning on the edge of the black clouds.

"Divine Sword Thunder Control Art!" Puzhi's face was as pale as gray in an instant, followed by a kind of surprise, a hint of despair and a little inexplicable fanaticism.

"You are actually the subordinate of Qingyun Sect!"