My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 242 The Demon Mist Comes Back Again, A New Journey
"What? Are you eating people?" Qing Hong was shocked and angry.

He looks much more normal than before.

It used to be Fang Tong with a hairy face, and he didn't look like a human being, because he practiced the blood of a ghost-faced monkey.

He also liked to eat human flesh before, but after taking refuge in Song Lin, he turned to the laurel tree and took the essence leaves of the laurel tree all day long, making him more and more like a human being.

Although it seems to have degraded a lot, it is actually stronger than before.

Therefore, Qinghong has always explicitly prohibited the disciples from eating people, and killed many people for this.

Some people think that he abandoned the tradition, in fact, for the sake of the sect.

Qing Hong thought that most people understood, but she didn't expect her two sons to take the lead in violating the rules.

Opposite Qinghong stood two middle-aged men who looked older than Qinghong.

These two are Qing Hong's sons.

Both of them are Qi refiners and hold important positions in Taoist temples.

"Father, it's just eating a few people, it's no big deal."

Zhao Jie, the tallest son, said unconvincedly.

"Besides, why do you listen to Song Lin? Is this person very strong? He can't beat the Taoist master!"

"Taoist? What do you mean?"

Qing Hong smelled something wrong.

Taoist?

Could it be that they were bewitched by the Taoist master?

"Father, let me tell you the truth, we are not alone, there are many people in the Taoist temple with us, and the relatives of the masters of the other seven Taoist temples are on the same front as us."

Song Lin's Three Refugees, Three Laws and Nine Precepts separated monks from ordinary people, and canceled many institutions that interfered with the ordinary world.

Let Taoist priests become real monks, not bureaucrats who know magic.

This iron rule hurts the family members of the high-ranking temple masters the most.

Originally, they had a lot of land and wealth by virtue of their privileges.

Life is extravagant, being a bridegroom every night is not a problem, even killing a few people casually, no one dares to say anything.

Now that everything is institutionalized, they can no longer benefit from their blood relationship.

It is no different from ordinary Qi refining Taoist priests.

Zhao Jie couldn't understand why his father obeyed Song Lin, and even refused the Taoist's solicitation.

"Seven Taoist temples?" Qing Hong's pupils shrank, feeling that things were getting worse.

Do you want to tell Guanzhu Song?

But after all, he is his own son.

Others can kill, but it's my turn to be reluctant.

Moreover, Qing Hong is not a new Taoist priest trained from scratch, and he did not have much faith in him who came here halfway.

Seeing his father's emotion, Zhao Jie hit the railway while it was hot:

"The Taoist master said that there will be a meeting next month. At that time, Song Lin will lead the Taoist elite out, and he will also kill Song Lin there. Our internal support, coupled with the leadership of Sandu, will definitely disintegrate Song Lin's rule."

Seeing that Qinghong was still hesitating, Zhao Jie became anxious.

"Father! You always say that laurel trees and moon bricks are far better than cannibalism. After all, they are other people's things. Why don't you give them to us in the future? Isn't it better to take them down? Besides, cannibalism can't absorb laurel, and at the same time It must have worked better!"

"But Song Lin has a backstage!"

Qing Hong was afraid of Song Lin. After all, she had only collected herself, and she had no chance of winning against a master of alchemy.

But he was even more afraid of the Zhixin behind Song Lin.

After all, no matter how strong Song Lin was, he couldn't be stronger than the Taoist master.

But Zhixin is obviously much stronger than Daoist.

"Haha, father, don't worry, we also have a backstage."

Zhao Jie whispered something in Qing Hong's ear.

Qing Hong was shocked.

"really?"

"real!"

Zhao Jie's confidence comes from the promise of the Taoist master and the righteous heir behind the Taoist master.

"Can you trust those who are with you?" Qing Hong's eyes flickered slightly.

"Of course, we'll see in ten days."

Undercurrents are surging, and murderous intentions are everywhere.

……

Xuanke Guan, the small golden altar cave.

Song Lin closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, refining the flying golden crystal to make alchemy, and the golden alchemy changed from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a melon seed.

After a long time, he slowly recovered.

"Phew, it's finally sorted out."

Name: Song Lin

Realm: Mid-stage of alchemy

Daoxing: 120 years.

Supernatural powers: Golden Liquid and Jade Liquid Return Alchemy Sutra, True Dragon and Tiger Nine Immortals Sutra, Yunzhuan Xuanzi Jade Sutra, Xing He Puying Yang Shu, Heavenly Escape Swordsmanship, Congenital Five Thunders and Heavenly Heart Summoning Truth, Tai Chi Xuanzhen Seal of Heaven and Man The sutra, the method of mending the sky and the magic seed, the congenital gossip array, the six-yang platinum god thunder, the Tai Chi thunder escape formula... The swordsman's return of alchemy, the secret method of raising dragons, the invisibility technique of assassin biographies, "Thirteen Palaces, Three Malpractices and Five Deficiencies, Changing Yuan Method".

Blessing: [Emperor Seal] (not activated) [Qi Yu Liuxu] [Tianzi Wang Qi Art]

Items: Dragon Mansion Jade Gourd, Order of the Five Thunder Heavenly Master, Tai Chi Thunder Seal, Temple Temple Emperor Seal...

Tao Xing increased to 120 years.

At the age of about 30 years old, 120 years of life expectancy is not bad.

Song Lin sorted out the exercises briefly.

There are three main types: thunder method, swordsman method, and Taoist method.

Leifa belongs to the category of conventional magic; the realm of swordsman is Fengxia, who has the wind sword that moves when he hears the wind, plus the sky escape sword method, which is suitable for more intense confrontation.

Dao Bing's little giant spirit general, coupled with Fa Tianxiang's three heads and six arms, is the ultimate trick.

Zifu can be pulled down by himself if he doesn't notice.

In terms of magic tools, there are low-grade Taoist tools, Longfu jade gourd.

"Time to try the knife."

Everything is ready, so don't leave it alone.

Song Lin thought to himself.

Whether it was a great demon or a treasure, Song Lin vaguely felt that there might be a chance.

This feeling is generally unmistakable.

Ever since he practiced divination, he has never made a mistake in responding to this whim.

With danger comes opportunity.

In addition, Song Lin also predicted that there would be a huge crisis within the covenant.

He calculated a few hexagrams and found out that it was a sign of great evil.

Whoa!
The black mist condensed into Dao soldiers.

"Meet the altar master!"

The Taoist soldiers half-kneeled.

"Get up and call Wang Ziye and Shi Yinhua over."

The Taoist soldiers disappeared, and soon after, Shi Yinhua and Wang Ziye pushed open the door.

"I'm going on a mission next month, and I'll take some people with me then."

"Are we going too?" Wang Ziye asked.

"No, you stay in the Taoist temple."

Shi Yinhua is the head of the entire covenant, and the Taoist temple cannot do without him.

Wang Ziye's Little Giant Spirit God is still under research, and Leifu Yinbing and Yinchai are also entering mass production.

"I leave this time, the Taoist temple may be in crisis, you must take care of it."

"Where is the crisis? Could it be Daoist Huoyun?"

"It's him. It's more of the inner ghosts in the Taoist temple. They don't obey the precepts and hinder our strength. After I leave, these people will definitely show up."

Although Song Lin didn't figure out who it was, he could think of the source of the crisis in the Taoist temple with his butt.

There must be an internal crisis in the Taoist Temple.

And it's easy to guess, after all, the vast majority of allies are not cultivated later, many of them are not interested in the precepts, and even violate them.

"Inner ghost?"

Shi Yinhua thought for a while, and probably understood the reason, so he sneered and said: "Well, let's treat it as detoxification blood, and he will definitely come and go."

The viewer often said that a crisis is also an opportunity.

Real gold is not afraid of fire, and it is useless to shout slogans on weekdays. Only through the tempering of blood and fire can we have a firm belief.

"Well, it's good that you understand." Song Lin nodded slightly.

These two people have almost been trained, and they can handle affairs well even if they are not around.

ten days later.

Dark clouds cover the Yinshan Mountain, and countless ghost soldiers are heavily guarded.

"Where is Song Lin?"

The deep voice spread all over the place.

Song Lin broke through and came out.

Followed by Gu Yuchan, Yan Jiuge and 24 Qi practitioners.

A group of people rode the wind through the heavy clouds and came to a one-horned Taoist priest.

"Meet the Palace Master!"

"Haha, it's the boss now." Gong Cao Yang pointed out, his one-eyed eyes circling around.

"Sin, sin, see the boss."

It is Tianjie to lead the Taoist priests in front of me. The last time I was the master of the Yinshan Ghost Mansion, I didn't expect to be promoted directly.

It seems that no one is static.

"Okay, everyone is here, let's go!"

Tian Jie waved his hand lightly, and the dark cloud like ink was drawn away, engulfing everyone to leave.

Song Lin looked around and found that there were quite a few acquaintances.

The Taoists include Huoyun, Lu Mingyang, Yi and a stranger.

Most of the rest of the temple masters do not know each other, some are sinister, some are upright, and some are half-human and half-demon.

There are also hundreds of Taoist priests who calm the mind and practice Qi.

This time the scale was far larger than that of the Yinshan Ghost Mansion.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly met Huo Yun's eyes.

Song Lin looked at each other without showing any weakness.

(End of this chapter)