Taoist chanting

In order to save mana, Lu Zijin was shirtless, holding a shovel, a simple magic weapon that Chen Qingqiao helped him build, and digging rock pools in the valleys in the middle of the mountains. He hadn’t experienced the feeling of sweating for many years. gasp.

"The weather on this donkey day, the sun is too poisonous, and the aura is thin, it's hard to handle."

According to Chen Qingqiao's plan, Lu Zijin built ponds all over the mountains with a radius of more than fifty miles.

Originally, he could easily dig a ten-foot-sized stone pit with black magic, but he had to use brute force and some demon power to work hard for several days. Chen Qingqiao said that it is easy to consume mana here and it is difficult to recover. It will take at least 20 years. We must live within our means and maintain the best state to deal with the crisis at all times, and we must not delay our efforts.

Holding the iron handle of a huge shovel, Lu Zijin glanced at Gui Fudo who was digging a hole at the foot of the mountain below.

Touching the sweat on his forehead, he turned his head and made a ferocious grimace at the bushes in the distance, scaring a few half-children who were curious and peeping and screamed and ran away.

A stream of black air emerged from the shade of a nearby tree, it was the phantom clone of Mo Shu, and greeted him with a smile.

"Thank you donkey, the weather is about to change, please prepare for it, donkey."

"Uh……"

Lu Zijin looked up at the sky, the sun was shining in the sky, and there was no cloud at all. When he lowered his head again, the phantom disappeared without a trace.

There were gongs and yells from all over the mountain: "It's going to rain, go home and hide from the disaster."

"Big and small basins are brought out and filled with water!"

Shouting one after another, revealing the excitement of longing for the rare rain, and worrying about the mountain torrents.

With the help of low-level monks, the mortals who went out to farm, like a fleeing crowd, resisted and carried tools, shouting and climbing mountains and ridges, with dry mouth and hands and feet, afraid of falling behind.

Lu Zijin quickly put away the shovel, jumped into the air and looked around.

Chen Qingqiao, who was busy carving runes on the stone pit, flew to the top of the mountain one step earlier. In the northeast and southwest directions, half of the sky was dark, and they rolled around here.

"Yang Sha Storm...how could it be raining?"

Lu Zijin was a little uncertain and muttered in doubt, there was a faint black air everywhere at the foot of the mountain, slowly spreading from bottom to top.

Gui Fudo sniffed his nose, and said: "Water vapor gathers above Shuling Mountain. This place is different from the outside world. It may be that the spirit of the weapon is taking advantage of the situation to make troubles. Thunderstorms are coming. Lord Donkey, you will fight with me later, Master Chen Guan We protect the law."

"clear."

Chen Qingqiao responded briefly, and during the three months since he came here, his words became less and less.

The wind picked up, and the heat quickly dissipated, and the yellow sand swept over. In just half a quarter of an hour, the day became like night, and you couldn't see your fingers. The flying sand and stones made the rocks and leaves crackle. The trees shook crazily and made a whistling sound, and there was a crackling sound from time to time.

Above the thick dark clouds, lightning suddenly tore through the darkness, like a silver snake twisting and slashing toward a certain place on the mountain.

There was a loud bang, as if the sky had exploded.

A fiery red thunderball turned and led towards a long metal sword that Lu Zijin was throwing out. The thunder light flashed a shocking ray of light, and fell on Lu Zijin's outstretched arm. He grabbed it and threw it away. Swallowed in the mouth.

"Haha, Shu Tan!"

Lu Zijin laughed wildly, pointed to the sky and yelled, "Come on, Mr. Donkey will follow. It's not a good man to frown."

Sure enough, it is not an ordinary Fan Lei, it has the power of tribulation thunder, which can cause great damage to low-level monks, but it is just an appetizer for Lu Zijin of the fifth-level thunder line. There is still surplus in tone recovery.

Under the gust of wind and thunder, the aura of heaven and earth is much more active than usual.

The first huge thunder seemed to be a signal, and suddenly a torrential rain poured down from the sky.

Turtle Fudo turned into a huge body, cruising in the sky within fifty miles from time to time, the rain is good, the mud on his body is washed well, the more it rains, the more vigorous he is.

The men and women who fled back to their caves and cottages in embarrassment took out basins and bowls to catch water, and washed their tired bodies happily.

They were pleasantly surprised to find that the torrential rain had turned into soft rain with heavy thunder and little rain.

Chen Qingqiao was floating above, he didn't do anything, he was watching the clouds with his spiritual sense, and he could strike at any time with the formula in his hand.

He just noticed the weird and vague fluctuations, which is undoubtedly the spirit of the weapon.

I heard His Holiness said that the secret realm is no better than the Wanzhuan corridor. Qi Ling has lost two phantom helpers, and the means he can use are limited. The purpose of borrowing Tianwei is to force them to submit. He will not directly deal with mortals and low-level monks, because all mortals and With the demise of the monk, the entire secret realm will collapse and cease to exist, and the spirits that have not yet broken free will not be able to please.

Glancing at Lu Zijin's direction, there was loud thunder and thunder, and Lu Zijin was yelling and playing happily.

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Qingqiao's mouth unconsciously. Fortunately, Lu Zijin helped lead the thunder, otherwise mortals would suffer and die.

Suddenly, he waved his hand, and the heavy rain in the sky turned into arrows, and one of the bluish-white brilliance pierced through the clouds hundreds of meters away, blasting a huge hole.

There was a faint cold snort.

This violent storm raged for half an hour, and the dark clouds slowly dispersed under the strong wind.

The sun came out, the mountains were washed away, and the stone pits were filled with muddy rainwater. The newly dug Wangtian Lake in the south was holding the muddy water flowing from all directions. The low-level monks who went out to check the situation found that the crops and vegetables at the foot of the mountain , hardly suffered, and the land was soaked through.

The good news came back to the cottage cave, and bursts of cheers came.

People's livelihood is not easy, and they are struggling to survive in difficult situations.

……

Soul Town Hall ghost domain.

Judge Zhang, transformed into Guanzhu Zhang's second soul, stood in the center in a dark red official robe, as high as a hill, with a cold face. After several months of trying, he has mastered the balance of expanding the territory without causing instability.

Pinch his hands and play a series of mysterious ghost formulas, and the strong ghost energy flows in the air.

The Little Styx River is spreading slowly into the darkness at both ends every day, and wherever it passes, it is a new territory of the ghost domain.

Every half a month, a new batch of dead souls and ghosts will be admitted into the ghost domain. The hundreds of years of accumulation of yin energy under the secret canyon will be of great benefit to the Hall of Soul Rescue, and it will also allow Judge Zhang's cultivation strength to gradually improve.

Thousands of dead souls and ghosts are a huge and inestimable merit to him.

In You Lao's words, as long as he successfully enters the Nether Realm, even if he is damaged to the point where only his body and soul are left, if he releases the harvested ghosts, he will be able to immediately recover and be alive and kicking.

At that time, he justly despised old man You's shallow eye sockets and small pattern, but he was actually unhappy with old man You's crow mouth. He didn't want to be so miserable, wouldn't it be good to live a good life and go to the underworld?
I don't know what new supernatural powers will be opened with such a large amount of merit?
You Lao retreated in the cave mansion at the top of the mountain without going out.

Inside the barrier of Xiaotiandi, Zhang Wenfeng himself sat cross-legged on the horizontal rock, facing the five-foot-tall treasure of shining bronze light.

The cloudy air outside is as thick as water, quietly waiting for the next wave to be received.

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