Taoist chanting

chapter 289

Zhang Wenfeng froze on the spot, in the shocking blankness where a sword pierced his body, and it took a long time before he came back to his soul.

I have never had such a terrifying experience so close to death. The brilliant white sword light that was as wide as a brook drowned him completely. The feeling of being suffocated to the point that he does not exist is far more exciting than the experience of wandering in the underworld before the soul piercing. too much.

Unforgettable and deep into the bone marrow are not enough to describe its eleventh.

Damn ass, he almost died!

It wasn't that he yelled in time and broke the enchantment of plausibility and non-reality. He felt that he would peel off his skin if he didn't die.

The momentum of that sword made him forget that Mo Ye existed, let alone call Mo Ye's name.

He was still sitting in the empty bronze hall with soft light, and a fat man was sitting on the chair on the left looking him up and down.

Zhang Wenfeng was also carefully sizing up the fat man in the red robe. This man's aura was not that of the previous Judge Cui. Although his skin and appearance were exactly the same, this one in front of him looked indifferent and unkind, showing hostility, malice, curiosity, and probing without concealing it.

"who are you?"

"Taoist monk Zhang Kedao."

"How did you get the aura of 'divine favor' on your body?"

The fat man spoke coldly, his eyes narrowed, with a strong sense of scrutiny.

God?This is the second time Zhang Wenfeng has heard this word. A few days ago, Mo Ye asked him to absorb the wood spar gifted by the Landlord. If you want to find books on "Dependents", you have to look for books from at least 2000 years ago.

He suddenly understood that this fat man who didn't remember who he was was related to Wu Xiu.

"I have had contacts with the two mountain gods and the land."

Zhang Wenfeng took out a soil spar from the Nawu space, and the incense money left by Zhong Wenyong. Even if the incense money is useless, there should be a special aura left by the mountain god, which can be used as a token.

The fat man in the red robe took the two items and inspected them carefully for a while, and then put them on the tip of his nose to sniff them.

He didn't remember who he was, but instinctively recognized the different marks left by the mountain gods and the land, nodded slightly, his expression softened, and returned the things to Zhang Wenfeng, saying: "I have passed this test, you can succeed as the judge of the Soul Suppressing Hall .”

Does that sound like he's willing to be a judge?
Zhang Wenfeng said cautiously: "I have other important tasks in the government in the human world, so I'm afraid I won't be qualified for the post of judge in the Palace of Soul Suppression."

The fat man narrowed his eyes dangerously again, and said coldly, "You want to break your promise?"

Meeting such a powerful and unreasonable fat guy, Zhang Wen was in the limelight.

He didn't promise from the beginning to the end, so how could he break the promise?
It must be impossible to fight, there is more than one fat man like this here, at least one pair, he thought for a while, and tentatively said: "The post of judge of the Soul Suppression Palace must be voluntary, right? Otherwise, if there is trouble in the future, whose responsibility is it?"

Another fat man in red robe came out from the air, he laughed before saying anything, with an amiable aura, he hurriedly smoothed things over and said: "Mr. Zhang is right, the post of judge of Soul Suppressing Hall must be voluntary, and you cannot be forced to come."

Zhang Wenfeng stood up, cupped his fists and said, "I met Judge Cui!"

"Mr. Zhang is polite."

Judge Cui stretched out his hand to signal in return, and a seat appeared in the open space. After taking a seat, he said, "Back then, the old guys from Daoist and Wuxiu reached an agreement that someone would bring a token to succeed the judge after 500 years. Mr. Zhang, you are indeed the one we have been on Waiting for the candidate."

Zhang Wenfeng sat between the two identical fat men, wanting to hear Judge Cui's reasons to persuade him.

As long as he is willing to serve as a judge, he still has room for maneuver.

Don't be so passive that you can't do anything.

"You have the yin soldier talisman and the aura of gods, that's right. I also have a token that they left you in my hand, saying that after you read it, you will agree to succeed the judge."

Judge Cui stretched out his hand to grab it in the air, and a small bronze fish-patterned talisman appeared in his hand, he said with a smile: "You enter a little Yuan Qi, and then use your spiritual sense to check, this is the 'Green Slip', which records some things from that year. "

Zhang Wenfeng has seen the words "jade slip" and "law slip" in the classics. It is a means for those with advanced cultivation to use their spiritual consciousness to leave information records on spiritual jade or magic treasures. He took the bronze fish-patterned talisman, Check it first, it is a Taoist treasure, there is no messy smell, try to input a little Yuan Qi, the fish pattern on the talisman seems to come alive, slowly emitting brilliance, and is waiting to be checked with spiritual consciousness.

The fat man on the right suddenly frowned and asked, "Mr. Zhang, do you know who I am?"

Zhang Wenfeng was stunned, the question was so weird, how could he know?

Judge Cui scolded: "What do you mean by the Golden Prison? You're making trouble on purpose again, right? Mr. Zhang is new here, how can he know who you are, an old ghost from more than five hundred years ago?"

The fat man named Jin Prison was speechless after being scolded, holding his head and thinking hard about who he was.

"Mr. Zhang, please ignore him. It's important for us to do business."

Judge Cui said with a smile on his face.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't speak, and when he touched the fish pattern flowing on the talisman with his spiritual sense, he couldn't move at once, his body was full of brilliance, and he immediately realized that he had been fooled by Judge Cui's smiling face.

One of the two fat men pretended to be a fool, and the other pretended to be a good person. Together they made him an inexplicable judge.

The bronze fish-pattern talisman in his hand is the token for controlling the entire Soul-Suppressing Hall. He is currently refining this talisman, and the vitality in his body is continuously pouring into the talisman passively.

"Haha, it's done. Congratulations to Mr. Zhang for succeeding as the judge of the Hall of Souls!"

Judge Cui was so happy that he danced and danced, his face beaming with joy, and he bowed his hands to the newly released Judge Zhang who couldn't even speak.

The other Golden Prison glanced at his successor, and muttered, "Finally, I can leave this ghostly place and go to the 'Dengtianxian Road'...Who am I?"

"Let's go, fat man, don't be silly, let's hurry up, there are only three days on the road, and the road is not close."

Judge Cui's red robe representing official authority quickly faded to dark black. After resigning from office, he was light-hearted and full of energy. He pulled the red robe on his body and turned into a blue golden prison, and walked together to the dark gate. High-spirited, very unhappy.

Zhang Wenfeng could only look sideways at the two fat men swaggering away, he silently called "Mo Ye" in his heart, he was still too immature to play with an old ghost who had been around for hundreds of years.

However, what disappointed him was that Mo Ye did not appear in the Hall of Souls as he expected, and did not respond.

It is a foregone conclusion that he succeeds as the judge of the Hall of Souls.

The two fat men who had just stepped out of the threshold were suddenly attacked at the same time, "Boom boom boom", the two screamed and staggered back a few steps, and fell to the bronze floor with a plop, with black air overflowing from the seven orifices, and a large empty hole appeared in the chest .

Their bodies shrunk rapidly as the black air flowed out from the wounds on their chests.

"Why...why did you lie to us...500 years?"

Judge Cui's cultivation was suppressed to such an extent that it was impossible to even erupt, and his vitality was quickly passing away. His eyes were full of hatred, but it was a pity that he realized it too late. Walking out of the bronze gate after resigning from office was his death date.

The cruelty of hope being extinguished made Judge Cui hate him so much that he was heartbroken.

Jin Prison lay on the ground and muttered: "Who the hell am I? Who is it..."

The question seemed very important to him.

Not getting what you ask for is worse than death.

In just half a word, Zhang Wenfeng watched the two fat men on the ground turn into black gas and disappear, not even his robes were left. He felt the same sadness in his heart, because he was tricked by the two fat men into being the successor judge, how could he escape? It's a big trouble, he can't be a judge underground for 500 years without seeing the light of day.

What a vicious calculation, the old guy who knows 500 years after extrapolation, is too scary.

Or maybe the two fat guys are acting together, what they say and do, the "Yin Soldier Talisman" and the "God's Fate" breath token are all tricks to deceive him, and let him be in the battlefield more than [-] years ago. Feelings are part of it.

The truth of everything will only be known when he truly becomes the judge of this temple.

But then he'd need the truth of the shit.

He was miserably killed by two fat men!

In the bronze hall, only Zhang Wenfeng was left sitting on the chair. When the two fat men disappeared, all other items disappeared. The hall was dead silent, and no kid dared to show his head.

"Mo Ye, Mo Ye, stop making trouble, come out quickly... If you don't come out again, I will scold you!"

Zhang Wenfeng couldn't move, so he could only repeat silently in his heart.

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(End of this chapter)