Taoist chanting

Chapter 292
In the sky above Tingfengyan, a donkey carried a sick mountain badger, looking up from time to time at the gloomy and cold canyon below.

It became more and more restless, and not long after the spectator went down, Bian Zhengfeng, who was lying curled up on the rock and restrained, suddenly rolled and fell into the canyon, so fast that the donkey couldn't react.

It only saw Bian Zhengfeng's final expression was terrified, his eyeballs turned white and almost protruding from his sockets, his face was bruised and purple, as if he was pinched by invisible fingers and couldn't call for help.

Watching helplessly, Bian Zhengfeng slammed into the rock on one side like a stone, and hit the rock wall on the other side with a dull sound.

Flesh and flesh collided all the way, and soon became dilapidated pieces.

The donkey chased down ten feet at a fast speed, and a mist suddenly rolled up from the bottom to the top. It used the lightning falling technique to slash a few thunder rays, which could not be shaken. Sniffing the ghostly black mist, it saw that it was about to be surrounded In the mist, it had to return to the air with the mountain badger on its back.

The Guanzhu is good at catching ghosts and saving lives. I have seen the scene where the Guanzhu rescued as many ghosts as migratory locusts in Guizai Ridge. Before that, it was not too worried.

With the master's ability, it will come up soon.

As time slowly passed, the sun shifted to the west of the mountain now, and the master of the temple is still not seen coming out from the bottom of the deep valley below.

It wandered anxiously. It wanted to go back to Zhoucheng to find Yun Qiuhe to rescue the soldiers a few times before, but it restrained itself again and again, worried that it would ruin the Lord's affairs. After all, two monks from the big sect died under their noses, although they did not do it themselves. Killing, it is not clear whether the temple master is there, but it may bring big troubles to the temple master and the fairy temple.

The yellow mud fell into the crotch, not shit or shit.

It flew down the canyon several times cautiously, but was driven away by the ghost energy in the middle, and was almost trapped by the sinister ghost energy twice.

At this point the donkey couldn't bear it any longer, so it neighed a few times and flew north.

In the twilight, the autumn wind is bleak, and the yellow leaves are falling.

The donkey was full of fear and had nowhere to speak.

The mountain badger gently combed the hair on the donkey's back with its paws to appease the restlessness of the donkey father.

The donkey suddenly remembered that there was still a package of evidence in its carrying basket, and hurriedly turned back, throwing it together with the tattered basket into an increasingly gloomy and gloomy canyon.

It believes that the temple master will be fine, but is trapped by ghosts.

Fly north again.

"Lu Zijin, come back!"

A black shadow floated down from the crack in the canyon to the top of the rock, and gave a soft drink.

"Monastery Master... you can count on it, I'm really anxious to death..."

Hearing the familiar voice, the donkey was in agitated mood. He was overjoyed and swung his hips in the air and turned around, almost throwing the mountain badger on his back. Fortunately, the mountain badger was holding two tufts of fur so tightly that its tail and body floated up and down in the air. dangling.

"Hey, that's not right, you are not the master of the temple!... How dare you pretend to be the master of the temple!"

The donkey, who went from being overjoyed to being shocked, looked at a figure surrounded by mist standing on the rock seven or eight feet below, and more than a dozen thunderbolts smashed down his head and face.

It smelled a strong ghost air and cold air, and there was not much of the Lord's breath in it.

Not good, the temple master is possessed by ghosts, and the thunder technique can expel the ghosts.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and scolded: "Lu Zijin, you are itchy and need to be dealt with, right? You even hit the temple master."

Ripples of dark blue and green light emerged from his body, easily dispelling the lightning strikes from the donkey.

Waves of lightning twisted and leaked into the ground under their feet.

The mountain badger standing firmly on the donkey's back kicked all fours and jumped straight down.

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to catch the "uh chee" happy mountain badger that was barking like a donkey, put the mountain badger on the ground and turned it over to tickle it, glanced at the donkey that landed embarrassingly, and said: "I also said that I have a strong nose, I see you, nose I'm not as capable as Lu Huan."

"Uh... Aren't I being cautious and afraid that you will be disadvantaged by the temple master, so I will help you."

When the donkey saw the light lines of the protective body released by the temple master, he knew he had made a mistake. It was a treasure driven by vitality and wood energy. Even if it was possessed, the donkey could not avoid it. It was impossible to use it. On the topic of donkey face, he asked: "Monastery Master, your aura...is it in trouble?"

Even if people familiar with it see it, they dare not recognize the master.

The host's ghost aura is so pure that he doesn't need extra make-up to dress up as a ghost, and he goes out to ensure that everyone shouts and beats him.

He stepped forward and tapped the rock lightly with his hoof, which scared the mountain badger to get up and slip away.

Zhang Wenfeng clapped his hands, stood up, with a bit of helplessness in his voice, and said: "You take Lu Huan back, I have to stay here for a while, some problems are not resolved, there are some troubles, but the problem is not big."

He took out a letter and a booklet from his cuff, put some banknotes and items in the bag and tied it to the donkey's back.

"I wrote letters to Second Senior Brother and Senior Sister Yue. Go back and ask them about the specific matters. You can practice this "Nine Heavens and Mountains and Five Thunder Techniques". Remember, cultivation is the foundation, so sharpen your state of mind."

Zhang Wenfeng patted the donkey's back, and said a little worriedly: "I definitely won't be able to go back at the end of this month. Senior sister wants to break through the situation. She has a flaw in her character. I'm worried that she won't be able to pass the test..."

He stopped, there are some words that should not be said, if he can go back, maybe there is a clever way.

The donkey asked, "Is there a way to help her?"

"Heart disease still needs heart medicine. Forget it, don't tell her these things, so as not to be timid before the battle, let her break through by herself. Even if she fails to break through the situation the first time, there will still be opportunities in the future to let her know the flaws. The location is not a bad thing, it must be resolved sooner or later, sooner rather than later."

Zhang Wenfeng also figured it out, he can't help his colleagues solve everything.

He waved his hand and told the donkey and mountain badger to go back quickly.

He can't stay out much.

The donkey saw that the ghostly spirit was surging in the temple master's body, and his breath was unstable, so he hurriedly called out, "Monastery master, can I come here often to see you?"

"Choose the night, at most once a month, don't let people see."

Zhang Wenfeng left a sentence, flew towards the canyon, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The donkey seemed lost. The troubles encountered by the temple owner seemed to be serious, making it very worried. Could it be that the old cripple said a quack saying: "Walk along the river, how can you not get your shoes wet?"

Ah bah bah, great auspiciousness, good fortune, good fortune, good fortune, good fortune, and heavenly appearance, it's all right.

With the mountain badger on its back, it quickly flew into the night in the west.

No one mentioned the two thieves who fell into the canyon and were smashed to pieces, so it's not worth mentioning.

Zhang Wenfeng returned to the bottom of the back valley again, looking around at the small world of the Soul Rescue Hall, which was empty with only a few bones and broken utensils left. With a wave of his hand, the ghost fog permeating the canyon subsided into nothingness. He needed to lie down here for some time.

Mo Ye walked out from the gate of the Hall of Souls, with a crystal-clear delicate white flower on his head.

After sending all the ghosts into the underworld before, Mo Ye appeared here after finishing his work, and the two exchanged a few words. It was Mo Ye who reminded the donkey to leave, and Zhang Wenfeng hurried up to explain some things.

Zhang Wenfeng looked inside the Sea of ​​Consciousness, but his supernatural powers did not increase, and the newly-appeared ancient scrolls were still blurred.

Send so many big and small ghosts that have not been solved by the predecessors to the underworld in one go, so as not to cause harm to the world.

Isn't it his merit to be busy?

It's not particular, isn't it just sending a bunch of complicated and entangled troubles from more than [-] years ago, isn't the realm of the underworld dedicated to this?mean!
"Mo Ye, is there really no other faster way to dissipate the ghost energy in my body and solve the problem that I can't get out of this mountain?"

"Yes, there are many. For example, I can take away the bronze lamp and take away the faint ghost aura on your body."

"Forget it, I dare not bother you."

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and shook his head. He is now more like a visitor from the Nether Realm than Mo Ye. Being a judge of Lao Mazi's Soul Suppressing Palace has not benefited at all, and he has provoked a shameful ghost.

In this small world isolated from the outside world, Mo Ye has already told him that many things that she can see in advance and can easily do cannot be said or done. It will lead things in a complicated and dangerous direction.

There is an old saying that the more you help, the more busy you are, and the more you help, the worse you will be.

Mo Ye enjoyed the created environment similar to the underworld very much, with a smile on her face, she said: "Actually, for you, to be a ghost cultivator has unique conditions. Struggling, I don’t know how much faster, with this dark weapon, you can become a real judge in the underworld, and the strength is super strong in a short period of time, don’t you think about it seriously?”

For someone else, why would she say so much.

Zhang Wenfeng quickly shook his head, thanking him for such a good deed, and said: "'It's better to live than to die'. For me, the splendor of the world has just begun. Mo Ye, please show me how to refine the ghost energy in my body. "

His Dao heart is firm and he is not confused by any external objects.

If Mo Ye's few words could make him change course and give up the way, he would not be able to make it this far.

He became the magistrate of the Hall of Souls and fulfilled the entrustment of his predecessors. This bronze lamp is his reward. In Mo Ye's words, it is a small treasure in the world, and the deal is a good deal no matter what.

The trouble now is that he and the bronze lamp have been connected through the soul.

He refuses to accept the infusion of cold air from the Hall of Souls to improve his cultivation, and he cannot move such a big treasure. If he is trapped here and cannot get out, he can go out when he can dissipate the ghost energy on his body , meet people under the sun.

In a short time, he didn't expect to go out.

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(End of this chapter)