Taoist chanting

Chapter 288
The fat man in front of him who called himself Cui Jue was not an ordinary ghost, maybe not a ghost?

He didn't feel a trace of coldness from the fat man, and his mind turned to think of a way to get out. Zhang Wenfeng pretended to be surprised, and said: "My cultivation base and ability are not worth mentioning. How can He De be in charge of the Palace of Soul Rescue to succeed the judge?" position? Judge Cui is also requested to invite Gao Ming, so as not to delay the important matter due to heavy entrustment."

Judge Cui put down the white jade teacup, and said: "Time doesn't wait for me. Mr. Zhang has doubts. I can answer them one by one. You must be the judge of the Hall of Souls. Even if I leave, I will feel uneasy."

Hearing how upright the other party said, Zhang Wenfeng couldn't connect the fat man who yelled to "eat you" with compassion and compassion. Since the other party could solve the confusion, he would not hesitate to clarify some problems.

So far, he can't see any hostility or malice towards him from Judge Cui.

He sees people and things with his own "Tao Heart", and he hardly ever makes mistakes.

"Ask Judge Cui, how do you determine at a glance that Zhang is qualified for the position of judge?"

Judge Cui raised his index finger and said with a smile: "It's very simple. You have the 'Yin Soldier Talisman' on you. Before those old fellows left, they made an agreement with me that when the guarding period expires, there will be people holding the 'Yin Soldier Talisman' token." The Taoist priest came to take over, so the official has to wait."

Zhang Wenfeng put his right hand on the black cloth bag, and the small stone figurine in the vase stayed silently and silently, the color was much darker than before. He really didn't know that this stone figurine could be used as a token besides being able to replace death?

It is recorded in the classics that some monks with great supernatural powers are proficient in derivation and divination, and it is not difficult to know five hundred years later.

But the price of spying on the secrets of heaven is not small, and there are gains and losses.

There is no such thing as taking advantage of everything.

He didn't believe all Judge Cui's words. He had reached a certain level of supernatural powers, and it wasn't impossible to detect the contents of his unsealed bottle. Judge Cui is behind the plot to frame me, right?"

"Haha, I've shown you that I'm not good at deceiving people's hearts. I just magnified their greed and evil thoughts a little. If you don’t pass the test by yourself, you will die early and reincarnate early, no, if they fall into the hands of the official, the chance of reincarnation is slim.”

"them?"

Zhang Wenfeng repeated the two words, and instantly understood that the man on the top of Yijian Gorge had also suffered.

This Judge Cui was invisibly protesting against him.

"Since they don't cherish the opportunity to be human, then they should be ghosts."

Judge Cui smiled kindly, looking at this calm Taoist priest who doesn't eat or drink, he admired him a lot. If a third-tier or fourth-tier monk faced him in this situation, he might not be able to maintain his decency. It's good not to sweat.

He could see that the other party's heart was not disturbed, and he was really not afraid of him.

Can't guess where the little Taoist's confidence comes from?
Zhang Wenfeng pretended not to understand the other party's words and hinted at him, but he still had questions to ask, and said, "The one who communicated with me at around three o'clock last night was your real deity?"

That judge who doesn't remember "who am I" is no different from the living person in front of him, why doesn't he feel like the same?At that time, the sound was too vague and erratic, and he couldn't distinguish it through the sound, it was purely intuition.

The smile on Judge Cui's face slowly froze, and his whole body faded and disappeared before his eyes.

Can't this question be asked?

Or violated some taboo?
Zhang Wenfeng got up vigilantly, the soft light in the hall suddenly went out, he couldn't see his fingers, his feet were no longer on the ground, the sound of fighting came suddenly, and there were shadowy and fighting figures everywhere.

The feeling of heart palpitations followed, and without thinking, he used the Jiugong step to flash to the side.

"Boom", a ball of crimson magic flames fell on the position where he was standing just now, and the flying sparks "bang bang" hit Zhang Wenfeng, who ran several feet away, and the dark turquoise light patterns spun rapidly, resolving the indiscriminate disaster.

The huge impact force knocked Zhang Wenfeng more than ten feet away.

If it weren't for the magic weapon of the condensing vortex plate to protect him, he would have been smashed so badly that he would have used up the dead ghost talisman.

Zhang Wenfeng drew his sword with a swipe, what the hell is going on?His mind was foggy.

He recited the scriptures silently, and the scene in front of him became clearer.

In the distance, there were countless silhouettes flying in the air as Taoist priests, joining hands with monks in high crowns and Confucian shirts, and fighting with all kinds of guys wearing animal heads and painted faces. He saw towering clouds in the distance... The gods, armed with huge weapons and Taoist priests who released dharma images, engaged in life-threatening battles.

This is the reappearance of the battlefield more than five hundred years ago!

It should be the last battle between Taoist cultivators and Confucian cultivators against Wuxiu, which took place in the Qianluo Mountains.

Zhang Wenfeng's foothold is unstable in the invisible evil spirit and bloody atmosphere, and he is often staggered by the turbulent aftermath. He roughly understands that Judge Cui, who can create a small world, is causing trouble, or someone who asked him to take over as judge kind of test.

He really couldn't laugh or cry, when did he agree?

Isn't this catching a duck on the shelves?
Seeing the figures shattered into fragments under the devastating spell or sword light, he was terrified and looked around, trying to find a safe place to hide.

With his meager cultivation base, the aftermath alone is enough for him to bear. A head-on blow, the newly repaired magic weapon condensing disk may not be able to protect his life. It is very likely that he fell and the magic weapon is intact. He cannot bear it The massive impact of the attack.

This kind of fatal test cannot be taken lightly.

That smiling fat man probably wants the stone figurines in his bottle, his life or death doesn't matter?
Another cloud of aftermath of spells came in an instant, so fast that Zhang Wenfeng, who was deeply trapped in the evil energy and drifting with the waves, couldn't dodge it. He could only infuse wood energy into the condensing vortex disk, and the light on his body flourished, "Boom", little blue light splashed.

The dark turquoise light pattern resisted the attack of the ice fragments, and Zhang Wenfeng was thrown more than ten feet down.

The skin and robe were covered with extremely cold ice crystals spreading all over the body.

He desperately pumped up the wood fire in his body, dispelled the remaining cold siege left by the attack, and resisted the ice crystal attack.

Cold to the core, cold to the bone, he resisted not to call the name "Mo Ye".

Last night he wanted to chat with Mo Ye about the ghost voices under the canyon, but Mo Ye deliberately diverted his words. Looking back now, Mo Ye was giving him some kind of intelligible hint.

He must persevere and not ask for help when he encounters a fatal difficulty.

Now that Mo Ye is gone, who can he turn to for help?

Everything has to be solved by yourself!
Although he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or he had entered some kind of reality, let's just take it as real, running the wood fire to melt the ice crystals little by little, and silently recited Chapter 1 of Taoism in his heart, and the invisible golden light washed over his body over and over again .

He felt that the influence of the invisible evil spirit nearby was a little weaker.

The skin on the body is still itchy and painful like needle pricks.

After finally melting the remaining cold ice crystals, a group of water droplets exploded in the distance, tens of thousands of dust-like water droplets, whistling like mist, splashed towards him.

It was true that gods fought and mortals suffered, Zhang Wenfeng had four thorny wire vine seeds in his hands, and he chanted scriptures and cast the Intertwining Mantra, and the four vines as thick as copper coins swished a few times, entwining him almost airtight.

This is the only way to do it, use the wood-moving magic attack to resist this wave of water attacks, and slow down his body-protecting magic weapon.

"Pfft puff", countless subtle penetrating sounds resounded intensively.

The huge group of vines was instantly riddled with holes, and the two-color light patterns blooming from the magic weapon of protection bounced away all the remaining water droplets. How long he can last now is counting.

Thinking of a way to break the situation in his mind, what purpose does that fat man put him on the battlefield besides testing?

The itching and tingling sensation on the skin intensified.

He couldn't drag on for long, his body was too weak to resist the all-pervasive battlefield aura, and a piercing roar came from afar.

Breaking free from the withered vines, Zhang Wenfeng was numb all over, watching a bright sword light in the sky, like a galaxy hanging upside down, slashing towards him.

At this moment, he was so frightened that he didn't even think about moving, his mind was almost blank, and he stood up straight without listening to his mind.

The world seemed to have fallen into dead silence because of this powerful sword strike.

A huge figure of a god was the first to bear the brunt, unable to dodge in time, it was blown to pieces under the light of the sword.

The sword light seemed to split the void, and countless twisted ripples appeared in the darkness.

"Who are you? You are not Judge Cui!"

Zhang Wenfeng shouted with all his might.

He suddenly understood that it was another existence that "doesn't remember who he is" was behind the trick!

Judge Cui is not the only one in the Hall of Souls, there is another person in charge.

The sword light was incomparably brilliant, and he watched as it slashed across his body. In just a short moment, it seemed like ten thousand years, leaving behind a huge wave that stirred the sea of ​​consciousness, and his whole body was unscathed.

In the split darkness, a rolling mountain below was split in two.

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(End of this chapter)