My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 122 Beaulieu in the mirror, poisonous snake fangs (23)

Just when Song Lin wanted to solve the will of heaven, the big roulette of yin and yang straddled between the two of them, blocking the falling thunder.

At the same time, a figure appeared, and this figure stood in front of everyone.

E crown bo belt, wide robe and sleeves.

With a face like white jade and long beard fluttering, he looks like a fairy descending from the sky. Just this image alone makes people feel good.

This person is Wang Qi.

The moment Wang Qi came over, the Azure Dragon Hook and the Demon-Destroying Sword automatically flew to his side. These were his weapons.

"That's enough, how long are you going to make trouble? Why do you want to come back after quitting the Central Plains? You are not welcome!" Wang Qi scolded everyone.

Behind them are the members of the Tiangang faction.

The so-called Taoist decent looked at them with disgust.

The two sides have been separated for many years, and a deep gap has already formed.

The new generation of Taoist disciples only know that they are demons and natural enemies of decentness.

"What is the Demon Cult doing here?"

"Hurry up and get out of the Central Plains!"

"That's right, it will only add to the chaos!"

Wang Qi's eyes were burning, and he looked at everyone calmly, and said:

"Differences do not conspire with each other, Pindao has never criticized your line, and you should not impose your own ideas on the common people in the world!"

As soon as this remark came out, Xuan Su couldn't help it immediately: "Wang Qi, do you still have the face to say it? If it wasn't for the help of the Taoist sect, how could you have achieved what you are today?"

"Aren't you a happy god? I was fine when I was looking for you, why did you jump out now?" Song Lin mocked.

"Then fight!"

Wang Qi's words are not speculative, and he has a firm mind. No matter how others slander him, he can't change his mind.

If Song Lin and others are determined to be demons, then they are demons.

Qinglong rushed into the camp, and Xuanwu turned into a sky full of sword energy.

"Okay! Zhengyang! Xuansu! You and rampant soldiers fight together, don't let them escape! I'll meet this guy!"

A pattern emerged between Song Lin's brows, and the Panlong sapphire lamp below is bound to be won today.

Just now, I hid nearby and listened to people talk about the origin of this object, and it turned out to be related to the mirror.

Intuition tells myself that the Panlong sapphire lamp will be an important part of quickly accumulating karma.

After staying in this world for 30 to [-] years, it's only less than [-]%. If we don't speed up the progress, I'm afraid we won't be able to catch up with reality.

Boom!

The two fought together.

Wang Qi seems to have found a way to deal with thunder and lightning, and he seems to be able to handle it with ease.

But this is not enough.

Even if it is close to him, there are still seals of tranquility and moonlight glass to block the attack.

Under the influence of the golden pupils of the sun and the golden pupils of the yin, no spell or illusion could escape his eyes.

The moves that Wang Qi thought were powerful were full of flaws in Song Lin's eyes, and they could be cracked in a flash.

"So strong!" Wang Qi's pupils shrank, his eyes filled with disbelief.

I haven't seen him for many years, Song Lin not only broke through to the same level as himself, but also this grenade technique is even more superb.

boom!
Song Lin took out the Order of the Heavenly Master of the Five Thunders, injected his true energy, and a thicker thunderbolt fell down.

With the addition of thunder method attainments, Wu Lei Tianshi Ling is even more powerful, looking like a blue dragon from a distance.

The thunder and lightning knocked down the Azure Dragon Hook and the Fumo Sword, and the scattered lightning knocked Wang Qi to the ground.

Wang Qi vomited blood, his pupils were dilated.

After preparing for so long, I was able to withstand seven or eight thunderbolts before, why can't I support it now?

At this point, shadows cover over.

Wang Qi opened his eyes and saw that Song Lin was standing in front of him at some point, looking down at him.

"I'm not as good as you, cough..." Wang Qi coughed and spit out pieces of internal organs.

As the saying goes, when a person is about to die, his words are also good.

Wang Qi asked, "Am I really wrong?"

"Wrong, very wrong."

If it's just a matter of route, then Song Lin has nothing to say.

Everyone has their own aspirations and cannot be forced.

Since the way is different, don't bother each other.

What makes Song Lin feel a little disgusted is this guy's attitude, which is a double standard to the extreme.

For those who support him, he always looks calm and ignores world affairs.

Once something happens in the Purdue Temple, Wang Qi will jump out like shit, which is extremely disgusting.

Wang Qi should have an avoidant personality.

When encountering responsibility, he subconsciously evades, but feels guilty for years of training as a teacher, so he can only find some just reasons to cover up the fact that he is irresponsible.

"We are really not a demon sect. Dao sect also pays attention to birth. In the future, we will strictly control the qualifications of Taoist priests, and advocate self-reliance, so that we will not repeat the same mistakes."

Song Lin is not a partial person either.

On the one hand, Zhang Jiao and Sun En's rebellion were caused by the emperor's stupidity and corruption;

Hearing Song Lin's analysis, Wang Qi's heart moved, and he seemed to understand something: "It seems that the old man is too paranoid, but it's a pity..."

boom!
Song Lin smashed Wang Qi's head with one palm.

With a smile on his face, he didn't care about Wang Qi's confession before he died.

Song Lin didn't know how to play tricks to avoid death.

Some things are wrong.

If a bad person has to be let go because of the tears shed before death, wouldn't the good person die unjustly?

Song Lin walked towards the Divine Monk of Heaven's Will, and smashed his head with the same palm.

Then came to Panlong Sapphire Lantern.

The Panlong sapphire lamp has a simple style, and the scriptures of the bell and tripod are engraved on the branches. The Panlong on it is lifelike, as if it will come alive in the next second.

The light is warm and moist, shining on people like a breeze, but it doesn't have any special abilities.

Outside, other people also solved their opponents and fell to Song Lin's side one after another.

"The Panlong sapphire lamp, Zhengyang once sent people to look for it, but they couldn't find it. I didn't expect it to be here." An Qi said.

Song Lin lightly touched the lamp stand, which was about the same height as him. Even when he touched it with his hands, he couldn't feel the special power of the Panlong sapphire lamp.

"Maybe you can try it with a bone mirror." Song Lin thought to himself.

This object is definitely not an ordinary one. Since it belongs to King Mu of Zhou, there must be something mysterious about it.

The ancient kings did not have the power to restrain chickens later, and they all had cultivation bases.

Song Lin took out the Taiyin bone mirror, judging from the simple shape, it does seem to be from the same era.

Due to his breakthrough in self-cultivation, the Sunshine Bone Mirror doesn't actually have much effect, so it's not bad to let it play its role now.

The Taiyin Bone Mirror clearly reflects the bones and meridians of the whole body.

Song Lin held it in the palm of his hand, and then slowly aimed at the Panlong sapphire lantern.
The moment the Taiyin Bone Mirror shines on the Panlong sapphire lantern, a golden light suddenly shoots out.

I saw the mirror reflecting the Panlong Lantern.

The Panlong above came alive, sliding slowly on the lamp, looking at Song Lin through the mirror with green eyes.

At that moment, Song Lin thought that he had misread it. In reality, the Panlong sapphire lamp was motionless, without any movement.

Looking in the mirror, the blue dragon did indeed move.

Song Lin stared at the mirror, and Panlong in the mirror was also looking at him, with helpless eyes, as if asking for help.

"Is it weak?" Song Lin thought to himself.

Buried in the ground for so long, there should be no strength left.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand to touch the Panlong sapphire lamp, and then slowly input his true energy.

Sure enough, Beaulieu looked much better.

Song Lin thought to himself that he had found a treasure this time.

After all, this is the legendary Beaulieu who protects King Mu of Zhou. If it is brought to reality, there should be no problem in getting through the crisis.

The most urgent task is to help Panlong regain his strength. After the strength is restored, he should be able to break free from the mirror.

Thinking of this, Song Lin took the Panlong sapphire lamp and the Taiyin bone mirror, and randomly put the vajra pestle and the green dragon hook to subdue the demon sword in his bag.

"Zhengyang, I don't care about mortal affairs. You support the power you want to support, and I will retreat for a while."

Before that, Song Lin led the crowd to Pudu Temple, preparing to find out another monk.

Unexpectedly, the past was empty, and all the core disciples of Pudu Temple had been transferred.

Song Lin grabbed a peripheral monk. They said that the monk had fled to Tianzhu.

The other Shenxin monk is not from the Central Plains, but from Tianzhu. Because his appearance does not conform to the aesthetics of the Central Plains people, he usually does not show his face in front of outsiders.

But in fact, all internal affairs are directed by this guy.

"Tianzhu?" Song Lin muttered to himself, it seemed that there must be a big battle in the not-too-distant future.

However, he has also found an ancient magic weapon, and it won't be too late to pick up the trick after he finds out the secret of the Panlong Sapphire Lantern.

In the days that followed, Song Lin found a hidden place to retreat, and instilled part of his true energy into the Panlong sapphire lamp while practicing.

After being instilled with true qi, Panlong became more active, and even interacted with Song Lin through the mirror.

It looks very lively and playful.

Unknowingly, five months have passed, and the outside world has also passed five days.

…………

real world.

Song Lin woke up from the room, and Erlang Shen delivered the news.

"Altar Master, the Chihai Sutra Master will have a meeting later."

"understood."

It's not that Song Lin doesn't understand. After all, he's outside, and he has to switch worlds from time to time. He just asks Erlang God to remind him of the time.

The rotation of the two worlds can indeed make people feel that time and space are reversed.

Song Lin opened the door, and the rain outside was much lighter.

Walk through the wet corridor and come to the middle chamber.

The Taoist priests of all the Taoist temples basically took their seats, and Jiuyou sat next to the master of the Chihai Sutra.

"The big fish should be consciously hiding, and we shouldn't sit on the sidelines. Let some people stay with me to find the target, and the others disperse to their own jurisdictions. Don't let the loss be too great." Chihai Jingzhu said.

"Brother Dao and I were together. Song Lin returned to the Taoist temple to preside over the rescue. I have great confidence in this disciple." Jiuyou looked at Song Lin with a half-smile, and the poisonous snake finally showed its fangs.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is the master's trust in the apprentice.

Song Lin knew that this guy just wanted to divert the tiger away from the mountain, and then use the monster body he saw that day against him.

It was an insidious trick, but he took it!
　It stands to reason that Chapter 3 was posted around two in the morning. I don’t want to stay up late, so I will write and post it tomorrow morning.

　　It will be about this time in the future.

　　Two chapters at twelve o'clock in the evening and one in the morning.A total of three chapters, almost 9000 more than [-] words.Don't deliberately make up the number of words, the plot will go where it should.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)