Taoist chanting

Chapter 911

Zhang Wenfeng and You Meng walked for a long time through the low hills with sparse trees, and set foot on the reddish-brown rocky land where not a single blade of grass grew.

There was a faint smell of iron rust and copper rust in the air, and Jin Rui's evil spirit became more and more obvious.

"It is said that in the center of Meteor Canyon, there is a deep place called Meteor Lake. There are treasures of heaven and earth hidden in the depths. Unfortunately, after thousands of years, no one took away the treasures at the bottom of the lake. This place is still ugly and naked."

You Mengchang stood on a high place and looked around, with a feeling that things were different from others in his tone.

He had come to this place for training back then, compared to today's desolation, there were almost no traces of monks. At that time, in this land with a radius of [-] miles, there were gold monks and big monsters who came to sharpen everywhere.

Looting, fighting, smoky atmosphere, very lively.

If you don't have a certain level of cultivation, don't cross the realm of comprehension, especially Meteor Canyon, which is known as a forbidden place.

Zhang Wenfeng asked curiously: "Even if the eighth-level power can make a move, you can't take away the treasure at the bottom of the lake?"

Since the aura environment in the lower realms changed, no monks could take away the treasures, he believed, but more than 5000 years ago, in the heyday of the cultivation world, masters emerged in large numbers, and there were even immortals walking in the lower realms, so there were still treasures that could not be taken away?

"If you can't do it, you can't do it. It involves a bloody and taboo karma. Those who can cultivate to the eighth level of power have their own way. Why do they want to mix in the right and wrong of other families? It's just an eighth-rank treasure. Don't try to impress them."

You Mengchang explained briefly, but he didn't want to go into details.

It is useless to say more about the old almanac that has been turned over.

If the two of them hadn't come to this place, he would hardly have remembered about it.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't ask any further questions. The relics left in the cultivation world are full of strange things, each with its own story, so there's no need to know them all. Besides, it's hard to tell the truth from the fake. As he approached the mouth of the canyon, he noticed that his consciousness was disturbed, and said: " Such a sharp golden evil spirit, no wonder there are not many people seen."

The monks I met were all in groups of twos and threes, with brilliance shining on their bodies, walking cautiously. Seeing the two people who suddenly appeared without any protection, they hurried to the side to avoid it.

"This is the edge of the canyon. If you go seventy or eighty miles to the west, you won't be able to stay without a fourth-level cultivation base. Ordinary second-level and third-level people can't fly here."

Before Yumeng grew up, he refined a special treasure for himself to restrain the evil spirit of gold. In his own words, old arms and legs can't help tossing and tossing, so why not do it if you can save some energy?
Like Guanzhu, who is young and strong, and has a high level of cultivation, it is a good thing to have more tempering.

This time he was too lazy to waste materials to prepare protective treasures for the Lord, and let him run around with the Lord and his wife in the sun and rain for more than two years, is it plausible?

Walking along the canyon for more than ten miles, you can see strange plants growing like iron wires on the rocky cliffs, and some of them bloom small dark red and dark blue flowers, which smell delicious.

"This is the gold-eating grass. It only grows in places with strong golden evil spirit. The roots and fruits can be used as medicine."

You Mengchang looked down on low-level spiritual plants, and had no idea of ​​digging them.

Zhang Wenfeng saw monks climbing on the cliff opposite to the canyon to dig golden grass, with a thick rope tied around their waist, and a companion above him wrapped the rope around the rock to take care of him.

After walking fifty miles towards Meteor Lake, the monk was no longer seen.

On the stone walls on both sides of the canyon, especially in the dark place below, the golden-eating grass grows more and more luxuriantly, and the little flowers bloom just in time, and the flowers are fragrant.

After walking a hundred and sixty to seventy miles away, You Mengchang stopped and said, "It's almost there. There are many caves and caves left over from the past on the cliff below. Choose one at random, clean it up and live in it."

Fifty miles around here is the site where the fifth-rank monk used the golden evil energy to temper his body, and he can go further. He doesn't want to find himself guilty, and it's not a day or two, maybe more than ten years.

Zhang Wenfeng stood on the edge of the cliff, glanced into the dark depths, and said in a low voice: "I noticed something was spying on us?"

"The aura has been rising for 300 years. Some low-level monks die in this place every year. The remnant souls cannot fall into the realm of the underworld. Over time, it has formed a golden evil spirit. It is an evil spirit that can't stand on the stage, so don't worry about it."

Yu Mengchang explained.

With the strength of the two of them, it is no problem to spend some mana to fly at low altitude.

I found a spacious cave on the cliff, and there was a lot of mud and sand inside. It took a little time to clean it up, and Chang Youmeng set up an array for protection, and the two stayed here.

Zhang Wenfeng spends three or two hours a day collecting gold energy for Xiao Jinzhu in the flow beads.

No one helped him to condense the golden evil energy, so he could only slowly use the formula to gather and compress it little by little, and then introduced it into the bead. It takes three hours to meditate and recover.

At other times, chanting scriptures, doing homework, and comprehending the meaning of the sword are boring and monotonous.

He has long been accustomed to this kind of practice life, his mood is calm, and he never goes out in the cave.

Occasionally, a strange "woo woo" sound could be heard from outside, and it soon turned into a short scream. It was You Lao, the guardian outside, who shot and killed the disturbing Jinsha ghost.

He can concentrate on his own business and ignore external affairs.

……

The fairy view is half a mountain.

He Kuyu came to the pavilion halfway up the mountain, and saluted the mountain chief who was playing chess alone in the pavilion.

Shan Chang stretched out his hand to invite He Kuyu to sit down, and said: "The 300-year surge in spiritual energy is approaching, and the last large-scale recruitment of apprentices in our Fairy Spirit Temple will start next month. I mean, you are in charge of this assessment and will be responsible Lecturer."

"Yes, Kuyu obeys!"

He Kuyu didn't shirk it. Before the master went out, he had explained this matter to her.

After 300 years, the sect will no longer open the sect to accept apprentices unless they encounter outstanding talents.

The other sects have similar rules, without it, the remaining time will not be enough.

"You go down to find Miaogu. She has been in charge of three apprenticeship assessments and has some experience. You should go to Qingzheng other courtyard to meet the other ten lecturers who have been selected and assign tasks to them in advance."

"Yes, Kuyu resigns."

……

Da'an capital city, arrest department.

Shui Qingru, who was holding a sword in the quiet room to figure out the meaning of the sword, suddenly had a flash of inspiration in her mind. She stood for a long time, walked out of the quiet room slowly, and sent a summons to her junior Zhang Xuanan, asking him to come and help her in charge of the arrest department for several years. There is no need for her to explain too much about the familiar things.

Slowly walking into the quiet room again, Shui Qingru opened the formation, sat cross-legged and fell into the perception of sword intent.

After several years of hard work, she finally caught the subtle dao rhyme of the sword field master demonstrated. She will use this as an opportunity to comprehend her own sword rules.

With the intangible merit accumulated over the years and the help of official luck, she believes that she can break through the situation in one fell swoop.

Zhang Xuan'an received a message from his senior sister, and rushed from the sect to the capital in a hurry. The door of the senior sister's hall was open, and his ID card was placed on the desk.

"Sheng Tang, handle the case!"

Zhang Xuanan yelled outside, in a very good mood.

Senior sister wants to retreat and break through, it is his duty to come to protect the law, and handle a few cases for fun.

I don't know what kind of evil cultivator, the blessings he cultivated in eight lifetimes are worth doing by himself.

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(End of this chapter)