Shinming Nursing Home

Chapter 33 True Martial Arts (for further reading)

late at night.

In front of Zhenwu Guan.

Two lanterns hung high, and the gate was closed.

Zhang Ji had just walked to the door and hadn't knocked yet.

The Taoist boy with freckles on his face came to open the door for him in a cotton coat.

He didn't know that there was an eye above Zhenwu Temple.

This is Hong Yi's sky eye condensed with his thoughts, which can see all directions.

"Little Martial Uncle." This time, he changed his address and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhang Ji was taken aback, Hong Yi knew he was coming even before he knocked on the door in the middle of the night?

In the middle of the main hall, in front of the statue of Laojun, he sat cross-legged, with his back to himself.

"Did you encounter a sixth-grade evil spirit?" Hong Yi asked, thinking that Zhang Ji had come to ask for help.

Zhang Ji looked at the golden needle on the table and began to show his courtesy.

Wanting to do some testing to see what kind of thinking Hong Yi had, he immediately took the initiative to give Thirteen Ghost Shots.

"A major event happened in Xiamen City."

"Li Xuanfeng's granddaughter, Sun Guiyi's apprentice has come to Xiacheng."

"They said that the whole city of Xia was shrouded in a curse, and the number of patients coming to Master's clinic these days has increased."

"These patients are all possessed by evil spirits, and the manpower is a bit overwhelming."

"Master didn't let me come to you, saying that there are monsters and spies other than evil haze in this city. I'm afraid that you will be exposed, which will be bad for you." Only by blending into one's own six dust particles of thought and resonating with one's own power can one penetrate.

In the fourth injection, twelve grains of thought dust are introduced.

From this point of view, Hong Yi was doing it all to polish himself, with good intentions.

With my previous ability, the thirteen needles of the ghost gate can play very little role.

"Then why did you come to us again?" Hong Yi asked back.

"I can feel that the situation in Xiamen City this time is no small matter. Once existence other than the evil haze attacks Xiamen City, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Master is just an ordinary person. I am afraid of accidents, so I don't think I should listen to Master's words too much. At this time, I have to listen to Master's uncle." Zhang Ji acted like a good boy.

At the beginning of the seventh injection, it was discovered that 24 grains of mind dust had to be consumed.

When he finished the ninth stitch, the dust of mind was exhausted and his head was sweating profusely.

"You're such a clever little ghost." Hong Yi scolded with a smile, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Although the two only met twice, he knew that Zhang Ji had his own ideas.

"Uncle, please go down the mountain and set up a large formation in Chengming Hall that can kill ninth-rank and eighth-rank evil spirits, and it can continue to operate."

"Uncle Master is observing in secret. This way, it will not be exposed, but it can also help Master. At the same time, if you can, I will meet with that Li Zhao. From her, I will definitely get more information than evil haze." Lots of information."

"It's good for us to know ourselves and the enemy." Zhang Ji expressed his thoughts and observed Hong Yi's reaction at the same time.

"Okay, I'll go with you later." Hong Yi readily agreed, staring at him and saying, "You're making rapid progress."

"It's mainly because of my uncle's support!" Zhang Jikang blew rainbow farts.

"Poor mouth, you're very good." Hong Yi cursed with a smile, he never mentioned Zhang Ji, it was because of his extraordinary talent.

Hong Yi believed that Zhang Ji must have a secret, otherwise it would be impossible to improve so quickly.

What Zhang Ji said was also the truth, if he didn't have that sword intent, he wouldn't be able to kill the evil spirit on Liu Zuozhou.

His help, the improvement he brought to himself is true.

Sometimes life is at a very important stage, and you just need someone to help you.

Let yourself step on this level, it will be much smoother.

Hong Yi was that noble man.

Three 10 minutes later.

Zhang Ji slowly took off the gold needles, but only nine needles gave him a slight improvement in his mind power. You must know that there is a big gap between the two in terms of strength.

Even a weak growth is not easy.

As long as Zhang Ji can step into the sandy environment, he will be able to fully exert the power of the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate.

"Cultivate hard. Only 360 grains of thought dust can condense the thought of a sand. There is still a long way to go to practice in the future." Hong Yi took the mahogany sword in Zhang Ji's hand, and saw that there was still a sword left. meaning.

A stronger sword intent was left on the spot. After all, this is his precious master nephew, and he will have to rely on him if he wants to break through in the future.

Zhenwu Temple noticed the abnormality in Xiacheng, but it didn't realize that it was a curse on a large scale.

Since the characters above didn't move, Zhenwu Temple thought it was nothing serious.

Now that the higher-ups have begun to send strong men to sit here, it is indeed time for them to make a move.

Zhang Ji led Hong Yi out of the gate of Zhenwu Temple.

Daotong was wearing a small padded jacket, with a crisp voice, showing a small head behind the gate, and asked in a daze, "Master Uncle, are you coming back tonight?"

"I won't be coming back tonight, go to bed quickly, and I'll buy you candied haws when I come back." Hong Yi confessed.

"I want strawberries, at least two bunches!" Xiao Daotong, who was dazed at first, suddenly regained consciousness.

"Okay." Hong Yi waved his hand without looking back.

In front of Zhenwu Temple, the lantern swayed gently, and Zhang Ji took him into his car.

"Good guy, I can't tell you are so rich!" Hong Yi could tell at a glance that Zhang Ji's car was not simple.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Zhang Ji smiled.

Came to Chengming Hall.

There was already no one here, and Hong Yi hung the mahogany sword with his own blood sword intent, the gossip mirror, and the talisman drawn by himself in a few inconspicuous places.

There are even a few copper coins placed in the shape of small swords.

Two hours passed, and with Hong Yi's cultivation, he couldn't help sweating profusely. After all, he needed a large formation that could continue to operate.

"It shouldn't be. Chengmingtang accepts so many people contaminated with evil spirits. Logically speaking, there will be a lot of filth here. This is a bit strange." Hong Yi said doubtfully.

"Uncle, can you see those things?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Of course, I have opened my spiritual eyes." Hong Yi said.

Zhang Ji suddenly realized that although few people have mastered the eye of watching spirits, they are not the only prison guards who have it.

"I have a secret. I want my uncle to know. We are a family and don't hide it." Zhang Ji understood that his own strength was always limited.

Although Hong Yi only had a relationship with him on both sides, since he deliberately used thirteen needles from ghosts and gods to polish himself, he must treat him as if he was of the same blood.

He can feel this.

"What's the secret?" Hong Yi was a little curious. He also knew that Zhang Ji had his own secrets. He could feel it from the fact that his strength had advanced so quickly, the strength of the blood mist, and the dust of his thoughts.

"The formation that the master uncle has set up here must not have been activated yet?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Of course not yet." Hong Yi had just finished speaking.

Behind Zhang Ji appeared a bull-headed spirit officer holding a soul fork, a horse-faced spirit officer holding a soul banner, and the four shackles spirit officials guarded him.

"Hurry up and salute, I have seen my uncle!"

"I've met my uncle!" The six spiritual officials saluted in unison.

Hong Yi's pupils trembled, and he was too surprised to speak. He clenched his fists and said, "How do you know how to control spirits?"

"No, you are no longer a simple method of controlling spirits."

"The bull's head and horse's face are already the spirit officials of the underworld. The armor on them has a strong power to suppress ordinary evil spirits. Even my magic circle can't do much harm to them."

Only at this time did Hong Yi realize that his nephew indeed had a big secret.

It should be from a powerful magic weapon.

"It can be regarded as a natural ability. If I help the dead evil spirits to settle a period of karma, I can make them work for me."

"With the improvement of my strength, I can also seal them." Zhang Ji explained a little bit, he knew about the prison guards, and Hong Yi knew too much, so it might not be beneficial.

"Anyway, I don't quite understand it, and I'm still figuring it out."

At this moment, Hong Yi looked at Zhang Ji differently.

He knew that maybe the banner of Zhenwuguan would be carried by Zhang Jilai.

He never thought that Lin Chengming's disciple could be so capable, he said excitedly: "If the master knows about this, he will definitely be eager to get out of the death test and meet you, little grandson!"

"Master?" Zhang Ji knew that this was the best time for him to understand the background of Zhenwu Temple.

"It's normal that you don't know the master." Seeing Zhang Ji revealing his secret methods to him, Hong Yi naturally wouldn't hide his true martial arts knowledge from him.

"The ancestor of your mysterious master is named Zhang Tianling. He is now one hundred and four years old. He is a half-immortal in Xiamen City. Although his strength cannot be compared with the Seven Immortals, his status is very high."

"When the Seven Immortals were young, they all received advice from your master, who has been in seclusion for many years."

"As for your master, his strength is a profound scholar in the realm. Now he is wandering the world and has not returned yet. I don't know if he has stepped into the half-immortal."

"Although our Zhenwu Temple doesn't have many disciples, our strength and cultivation are not weak." When Hong Yi saw Zhang Ji mentioning Li Zhao, he looked a little humble.

Speaking of these naturally gave him some confidence, knowing that his family is not weak.

Hearing this, Zhang Ji felt that the relationship between the two had become much closer.

He was ecstatic in his heart that Zhenwu Temple had such a powerful strength.

Thinking about it, if the existence of the thirteen needles of the ghost gate and the thirty-three needles of the human immortal can be passed down, if there is no deep foundation, it is indeed abnormal.

In this way, my uncle is really a perfect tool man, able to implement his plan very well, and divert Li Zhao's doubts about him.

　I know that there are many brothers who come from X Yin, and their account levels are relatively low, and they cannot vote or invest. Don't worry, everyone, read the book slowly, and the level will come up after doing the tasks...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)