Caught the lecherous ghost, one of the five ghosts, in his hand, and said a word of Amitabha. Then the body of the ghost in his hand gradually turned into gray stone, and a blue-gray irregular fruit appeared in his hand, just like the other ghosts.
A transcendent spirit is like a ghost.
Juefa looked at the red-haired Taoist beside him, as if waiting for Tushanjun to make a decision.
Tu Shanjun didn't have so many thoughts. He smiled lightly and stepped onto the carriage: "Since he wants to invite us, he naturally wants to meet us."
I have received all the gifts for meeting and seeing each other, so it really doesn’t make sense if I don’t see him face to face.
You have to know who the other person is.
The senior has set an example, and Juefa did not refute. He was always calm and stepped onto the ladder.
On the other hand, Malu couldn't figure it out at all. He didn't seem to have recovered from the shock just now. Of course, he didn't just come to make friends, but he felt that monks and Taoist priests didn't deserve to die here, so he came to help.
If there is any purpose or reason, maybe he and Suo Wu know each other, or maybe he really appreciates what these two people do.
Unexpectedly, these two people didn't need his help at all.
"That was really Jin Dan Zhenren just now?" Ma Lu was confused. It didn't look like Jin Dan Zhenren. Rather, it looked like some powerful attack method. However, this terrifying method showed that it looked like Jin Dan Zhenren.
However, after looking around, Ma Lu shook his head again. That was indeed the pressure of Master Jin Dan, and it was also the aura of real existence.
If that doesn't count as the real Jin Dan, then the Jin Dan in this world may all be fake.
In a word, I can't understand it.
Since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't think about it. The monk and the Taoist were going to Dahei Mountain, and he happened to be going to Dahei Mountain on the same road.
But the person in front of them who invited them was a little strange.
Seeing the monks and Taoists all getting on the carriage, Ma Lu followed suit.
…
The four-by-eight carriage is extremely spacious inside.
Not to mention that the vehicle is originally made of high-quality Yinli wood, with blazing ghost horses as its legs. Most people don't have such a pomp, not because it is too ostentatious, but because these eight ghost horses are extremely rare and difficult to get together.
The interior decoration is like a small resting building for dignitaries in ordinary capital cities. It is elegant and exquisite, and has a simple atmosphere because of the material.
A faint ancient lamp drives away the cold and heat, just like the spring breeze blowing on your face.
Tushanjun looked at the old man in purple official robe.
His pale hair was meticulously tied, his eyes were bright and clear, and there was no shadow or gloom at all. There was no staggering or bloatedness that an old man should have at all, and his energy was countless times higher than that of a young man.
The clothes are more elegant than those of high-ranking officials. They look like official robes, but they are officials of unknown dynasties.
Tu Shanjun had seen officials in Daliang who did not wear such clothes.
The old man smiled and put the feather fan in his hand on the table.
"Slut."
This is the first impression of Tushanjun.
How could anyone wear it like this, and it's only early spring, and there is no need for a feather fan. This thing is always in hand, probably just to show off. It cannot be ruled out that it is a handy magic weapon. There are all kinds of magic weapons among monks, and not all monks can practice it.
A flying sword.
However, he did not admit that the old man in front of him had a stable aura and advanced cultivation.
"trouble."
"Amitabha, haven't you asked me the donor's name yet?" the monk spoke first.
Ma Lu, who climbed onto the carriage, was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "Mr. Nie?"
The old man known as Mr. Nie smiled and nodded at Malu, then he cupped his hands toward the monk and Taoist priest and said, "My Lord, Gaoping Mansion, Nie Quanjiu."
After learning the true identity of this person, Juefa was even more surprised.
He had heard about Gaoping Fujun, but the time when they met now was very different from what he had imagined. It was even completely contrary to what he had imagined.
"Little Monk Bai Gu Si Jue Fa." Jue Fa clasped his hands together and told the origin of his heels.
"I have heard of you, Master Juefa of the White Bone Temple."
Tu Shanjun couldn't help but glance at the monk. From what Nie Quan said, Juefa seemed to be quite famous.
However, Nie Quanjiu's eyes quickly moved to the red-haired Taoist.
"Tushanjun, Yehuchan is one."
Hearing the red-haired Taoist saying that he was a Yehu Chan, Nie Quanjiu couldn't help but laugh, and immediately said: "I can't tell the Taoist priest's heel, but there are traces of several major sects in it. I guess the Taoist priest is not the so-called Yehu Chan.
"
"And Taoist Master, do you know how the people in these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers call you?"
"What's that?"
"Red-haired fairy."
"Even my Gaoping Mansion has a legend about the red-haired immortal."
Nie Quanjiu made a gesture of invitation and said with a smile: "Don't be so formal, please sit down, please sit down."
Ma Lu looked like he suddenly realized something, he chuckled and shook his head and said: "No wonder, I said who would take action to capture the five ghosts, but in this Gaoping Mansion, who dares to take action, only you, Mr. Nie, will take action.
"
The three of them sat down.
Tu Shanjun wanted to use Jue Fa's magic power to let me see Nie Quanjiu's cultivation.
This clone is still too weak, and it is difficult to judge with the naked eye. Even if you use the spiritual eye, you may not be able to see the other party's details. Using the spiritual eye is a very impolite behavior and can easily cause misunderstandings.
However, mobilizing magic power at close range to activate the Soul Flag may actually allow the old man to see the way.
Think about it or give it up, no matter what the opponent's cultivation level is, the troops will come to block the water and cover the ground. If the heel of the Zunhun Banner is seen, you will face a lot of unnecessary troubles in the future.
Nie Quanjiu poured a cup of tea for Juefa and said: "This tea is the soul-seed tea from under the Netherworld Cliff. It has the effect of cleansing the soul and increasing mana. The most important thing is that it tastes great. Master must try it."
He then took out a well-sealed wine jar and placed a jade-carved wine bowl on it: "I heard Taoist priests say good wine, this is a thousand-year-old ginseng wine."
"Oh, then I have to try it." Tu Shanjun's eyes lit up.
Nie Quanjiu poured a glass for both Tu Shanjun and Malu, and also added a glass for himself.
"I respect you, Master. Taoist priest, you don't need my respect for you, Malu. We, old and young, are familiar with each other." Nie Quanjiu raised his glass and then looked at Malu who was sitting upright next to him with a smile.
Malu hurriedly declined and said with a smile: "If you always respect me, you would be really insulting me, Malu."
"please."
The ginseng wine stands out vigorously, like waves surging, layer after layer.
Putting down the tea bowl, Juefa asked: "Why did Donor Nie take action?"
The fact that Malu would take action may have something to do with his senior brother's awakening. After all, they had met before, and Malu's personality was easy to take action, so it was not a surprise when Malu caught up with him. However, Nie Quanjiu was different.
He is the prince of Gaoping Mansion.
Gaoping Mansion is not this city, but a vast expanse of land, and there are as many creatures as there are on the ground.
Fu Jun moved his whole body with a single move. Looking at his demeanor and his ability to nourish his Qi, he understood that this was definitely not a monk who acted on his own initiative.
Regardless of whether they really enjoyed the conversation or not, the monk always had a skeptical attitude.
Nie Quanjiu smiled and took away the feather fan from the table, a sly look flashed in his eyes, but he did not answer the monk's doubts.
Nie Quanjiu didn't explain, but someone else said: "Because he doesn't want anyone to leak the news."
"What's the explanation?"
"If we can't survive the three generals, five ghosts, and all the chasing troops, Fellow Daoist Nie will definitely take advantage of the situation and take action."
"However, we not only survived, but also demonstrated the strength of the Golden Core cultivator, so he handed over to us one of the five ghosts he had already controlled."
"I said, do you also want the Ghost King of Daheishan to die?" Tu Shanjun turned the carved jade cup and gently placed it on the table, with a relaxed expression and a touch of sarcasm.
Nie Quanjiu clapped his hands and praised: "Taoist Master is indeed extraordinary."
The red-haired Taoist sneered: "It's really because there are too many people who want the Ghost King of Daheishan to die along the way."
Nie Quanjiu flicked his feather fan, always with a meaningful smile, and said very calmly: "But it's not that I want the Ghost King of Daheishan to die, but that it's time for him to die."
"Why?"
"Because the power he mastered was too weird, and a big problem arose. Since then, there has been no golden elixir monk in Dahei Mountain for a long time. The old man doesn't have much life left, and he doesn't want to wait any longer."
Tu Shanjun frowned and said, "I heard that he can't leave Daheishan?"
Nie Quanjiu shook his head and said: "No, it's not that he can't get out, but he is unwilling to get out. He will pay a huge price if he leaves Daheishan."
"Amitabha, if the mountain does not come towards the young monk, the young monk will walk towards the mountain."
"Where is the master coming from?"
"Slay demons and eliminate demons, and cultivate yourself to the fullest."
"The master has had an encounter with the Great Black Mountain Ghost King?"
"Had."
"No wonder, no wonder, no wonder..."
Nie Quanjiu was suddenly stunned. He said this several times, and then stopped talking.
Tu Shanjun watched the two men playing riddles, and then looked at Juefa, trying to find something unnatural on Juefa's face. But he didn't know whether Juefa was really magnanimous, or whether his face was neither happy nor sad because of the tempering of his mind.
.
All in all, he didn't see anything from the monk's face.
Tu Shanjun couldn't help but regret that he had spoken harshly at that time, but now he was indeed a little curious.
Compared to Tu Shanjun who had only a little knowledge, Malu was completely at a loss and had no idea what they were talking about. In the end, he could only drink the wine in one gulp.
The monk didn't ask any more questions or speak any more. He took out the carving knife and carved the green-gray fruit in his hand.
With each additional bone Buddha bead, the monk's cultivation level will improve one point.
It was not obvious at first, until the number of beads in his hand reached more than a hundred, and the monk's cultivation level was changing and improving every moment.
Even if you take some magic pill, you won't have such a powerful effect.
One hundred and six, the pinnacle of foundation building.
One hundred and seven, fake pills.
One hundred and eight...
Tu Shanjun felt that it only took a thought for a monk to enter that realm.
"The White Bone Original Willingness to Cross the Body Sutra"
"Is this technique so outrageous?"
"No, there are many powerful exercises in this world, but in the final analysis, it's the people who use them."
Four carriages with eight carriages were running like the wind.
In just two days, the journey of two thousand miles was over.
The monk opened his eyes and said calmly: "Young monk wants to take a bath."
This chapter has been completed!