Taoist chanting

Chapter 464

Before leaving, the white-robed fortune teller turned his head and glanced at the densely forested Ghost Shadow Canyon, and his heart twitched slightly. Could it be that the kid is hiding here?Greeting the five remaining people, he said: "Brother Xun, please search the Ghost Shadow Canyon twice more. The thief is cunning and has already played tricks several times."

The middle-aged man surnamed Xun nodded. Mr. Qi must have a reason for saying so.

With just one look from him, the other four immediately fell towards the Ghost Shadow Mountain where the two rivers were facing each other.

The canyon was deep and secluded, and the river breeze was cool. The five people made some arrangements on the beams of the ridge, lined up about [-] feet apart from top to bottom, and searched carefully at the bottom of the canyon with their spiritual combs, stepping on the treetops and branches. From time to time, water mist, yellow dust and other small spells are thrown, from the gaps in the leaves, deep into the hillside ground covered by rotten leaves below, and finally penetrate into the ground, truly digging three feet into the ground.

From time to time, there were birds and wild animals flying away in the dense forest, and occasionally there were little monsters who were forced by the aura of the monk above to run away in a panic.

Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged on a branch of a tree, motionless, the water mist drifted away, and was blown to one side by the invisible breeze, not falling on the dark green robe on his body.

Even with his eyes closed, he can still use this forest on the hillside to sense movement within hundreds of feet.

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar. After so many years of communication and understanding with the trees, he has been able to control the severity of them very well, and will not let the upper level wizard notice his indifferent prying.

This feeling is very comfortable and natural for him, and he uses the "indifference" of trees to observe the futility of human beings.

All the love, hatred, and mistyness seem to have become a passing cloud.

He stays away from right and wrong and enjoys the sunshine and moisture.

Time seems to have slowed down. After the humans searched, the birds flew back chirping. The wild animals and little monsters were frightened and fled far away, making it difficult to turn back.

Around noon, I found two spiritual energy stones ten miles to the east. After searching for more than ten miles around there for a long time, the white-robed fortune teller and four people returned to Ghost Shadow Mountain. Ten people lined up and searched from the beginning again. , back and forth until the sun goes down and the twilight rises everywhere.

"Thank you for your hard work, let's rest for a while, the thief hides during the day, maybe he will reappear at night?"

The white-robed divination master would not admit that he was wrong about the slight movement of his heartstrings at that moment. He must maintain the instinctive confidence in his own divination skills, and call his companions who complained a little to get down on the ridge.

He didn't want to waste so much time and energy, and it was thankless.

It's just that the opponent is too cunning and hides too deeply. He suspects that the thief has other hidden treasures?
There is another problem that I can't figure out. Since the thief has this treasure, how can he expose his aura and play with them for half the night?Is this fun?

The Great Elder sent a message saying that the thief was able to escape safely from the territory of the Great Liang Dynasty, all the way covered by qi, and it has been found out that he was wearing the "heaven-avoiding" bamboo hat from Tianshan Temple. Now the bamboo hat has returned to Tianshan Temple, that is to say There is no monk secretly helping.

This also confirmed their guess that the bald donkey of Tianshan Temple colluded with outsiders to spoil the good things of their Wu clan.

A few years ago, the Wu Clan had received news from the demon cultivators of the Broken Moon Demon Forest. Monk Fayuan of Tianshan Temple had a good relationship with Taoist Zhang. donkey.

Because Fa Yuan has supernatural powers, he was one of the only fourth-order monks of the Shi family in the Great Liang Dynasty.

There are some conflicts between the Wu family and the Shi family, and it has not yet reached the point of war.

For some things, hold your nose and bear it first, and it will not be too late to settle accounts together when you find an opportunity later.

The man surnamed Xun landed next to the white-robed divination master, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Qi, is that thief still hiding here?"

The white-robed fortune teller nodded profoundly.

The black-robed man's eyes were sharp, and he glanced around. It was getting dark, he must be responsible for Mr. Qi's safety, and prevent the thieves in the dark from attacking Mr. Qi.

Ten people sat and chatted scatteredly on the ridge, and after a while, suddenly several people jumped into the air at the same time.

"There is a change over there!"

"Fight!"

Brilliant magic spells, sword lights, and sword qi slammed into the deep forest near the bottom of the canyon. In just an instant, it burned the place into a sea of ​​flames, with tree debris burning and mud and rocks collapsing.

Most of the witches in the air showed excited expressions.

They guarded this area like an iron bucket, to see where the kid is going to escape?
Zhang Wenfeng on the big tree on the hillside was hidden in the darkness, and he didn't move at all. He just casually controlled the roots of the tree hundreds of feet away from the slope, protruding out of the ground to stir a little.

How can those human beings who have been busy all day be free?

Gotta get them to find something to do.

Since Wu Xiu searched back and forth, there was a risk of exposure.

After waiting for a long time, the flames burned to the nearby forest, and the boy did not escape in a hurry as they imagined.

The white-robed fortune teller frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Put out the fire, he's not there."

The man surnamed Xun waved his sleeves, and the flames were all extinguished with one blow, and with another wave of his hand, the river below rolled up and turned into rain.

Everyone was having a fuss, and just as they returned to the ridge, there was an obvious movement from the bottom of the canyon on the other side of the southwest. Everyone looked at each other and did not move rashly, looking at the white-robed divination master who was frowning.

Strange noises came from the bottom of the canyon in other directions, like monsters and ghosts, it was extremely difficult to catch what was causing trouble, it was like ghosts and ghosts, or many things were demonstrating to them.

The black-robed man who had been silently guarding the fortune teller suddenly said, "This place is called Ghost Shadow Mountain, and the canyons on both sides are called 'Ghost Shadow Canyon'. It's normal for some ghosts to haunt us."

Everyone suddenly realized that they didn't remember this move. It should be the ghosts in the river who were making trouble. Those ghosts didn't want them to rest here, so they deliberately made noise at the bottom of the canyon.

"Little ghost, if you dare to make noise and harass again, I will accept you as I did!"

A burly man in a dark red robe drank from the river in the canyon below.

The echoes were stirring, and the river was splashing, which lasted for a long time.

The white-robed divination master listened for a while, and all the changes disappeared. He guessed that his perception was wrong, and the boy was not hiding here, and raised his voice: "I will borrow the precious place to rest for a night, and I won't bother you tomorrow, forgive me, forgive me !"

Good words are warm in the winter, and bad words hurt the cold in June.

Even if they have a large number of people, they cannot bully the ghosts who have occupied this place for many years. There are many strange things in Luobaoling Great Forest. Even in the outer and fringe areas, they must be in awe.

Nothing strange happened overnight.

The fortune-teller in white robe held the "domino" and the bronze mirror "asking fate", and waited all night without noticing the boy's trace. None gained.

They had no choice but to lead the people to continue searching along the river going east.

It's so weird, where did you hide?
(End of this chapter)