After shooting these six evil warlocks, Zhang Jian then went forward to search them personally.
It's not that he can't trust the people around him, he knows that some heretics hide things at very tricky angles, and if they are not immortal cultivators, they may not be able to search them out.
A moment later, he found a long and narrow jade tablet on the body of the middle-aged Taoist leader.
There are also many rope-headed boys engraved on the jade slip, which is a strange spell that does not look like words.
It's just that there is a special meaning inside.
"Inherited magic weapon!"
Zhang Jian looked around with a somewhat surprised expression.
The Taoist in Iron Immortal Temple mentioned that there are many strange sects in the world, or after the death of immortal cultivators, they occasionally leave inheritances to themselves. Some of them left behind classics, or were written in ancient bronze inscriptions, or
Written in more complex text.
There are also some pictures that are simple. They just make a jade tablet and turn a spiritual thought into runes and pour it into it as a inheritance.
The jade tablet in front of me should be a similar inheritance magic weapon.
Zhang Jian waved his hand and motioned to Zhang Lu and others next to him to continue advancing towards the mountain and clean the mountain thoroughly to ensure that no fish that fell out of the net would escape.
On the mountainside, in the Huolingguan Hall, looking at a huge golden body that had been pulled up in front of him, Zhang Jian scanned the surroundings, his eyes fluctuating slightly.
These six Taoists spent a lot of hard work.
Such a huge golden body, even if it is only made of copper, is still valuable.
It is a huge Taoist Dharmakaya, called Xuanyang Dharmakaya.
This is an ancestor worshiped by the Dongshen Temple lineage, called Xuanyang Dazhenjun.
"Mr. Lang, should we move this golden body away and smelt it..."
Next to Zhang Lu, looking at the huge golden body that was more than ten feet tall, his eyes were wet with tears all over the floor, and he was so greedy.
Now the Zhang family is going all out to expand and is short of money.
Once this golden body is melted, it will be a great wealth.
Zhang Jian looked thoughtful, waved his hands slightly and said with a smile: "That's not necessary, maybe he can be of use!"
The ghost-raising technique he had just learned came to his mind.
"The art of sending souls!"
This soul-transmitting technique is very magical, and it is also a relatively orthodox method of raising ghosts. Although it is still gloomy and bloody, it is still much less expensive than the corpse-refining technique he obtained before.
It advocates raising a spirit ghost, whose natal life is intertwined, and the two lives complement each other and achieve each other's success.
You can even use this to build a foundation. If you are successful in building the foundation, you can choose one of the magical weapons, the Soul Reverend Banner or the Blood Soul Banner, as your destiny weapon and continue to practice. At that time, the power of the soul-inheriting technique is already very terrifying.
When the soul flag is waved, Yin soldiers form a formation and attack at every turn, which is very terrifying.
He said that in the later stage of cultivation, one can also cultivate the eighteen-sided Soul Banner or the eighteen-sided Blood Soul Banner, forming a world-shattering killing array.
As soon as the killing formation comes out, the gods and demons will be transformed!
Zhang Jian doesn't know if the lack of skills in the latter part is true, but the bullshit has been blown out, so there should be some useful information after all.
If Zhang Jian said that he was not tempted by such techniques, he would be lying.
If it doesn't work, you can also leave it to Zhang Yi for practice.
Zhang Yi is currently making very slow progress on "Nine Chapters of Purity in Tongshan". He is afraid that he will not be able to reach his two-hundred-year life expectancy in the future. He may be able to make some achievements in the art of raising ghosts.
At the same time, he glanced at the main hall on the mountain.
As for the huge Xuanyang Golden Body, it has another use.
This group of Taoists built these Taoist temples in order to use the power of believers to generate incense, so as to reconcile the ghostly charm in themselves, so as to avoid being back-bitten by ghosts.
After cleaning up the group of Taoists in Yuping Mountain, Zhang Jian returned with the few belongings left in the temple.
He was right in his judgment. This group of evil sorcerers raising ghosts was indeed the target of Zhang Yun's IQ tax.
However, after a period of squandering, Zhang Yun only had part of the property defrauded, excluding the money given to the soldiers, which was only about half.
Fortunately, apart from the money, the batch of wild ginseng was still there, so Zhang Yun was considered a blessing in disguise.
…
After returning from suppressing the bandits, Zhang Jian was ready to return to the Zhang family.
What he saw and heard outside Yuping Mountain made him wary.
But as long as he is in the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall, he will definitely be safe.
When returning to the city.
Zhang Jian saw a lot of strange things.
Wild beasts fled in all directions, and hundreds of birds flew into the sky.
Countless rats can also be seen on the ground, and snakes and insects are scurrying out of the city from all directions, as if some catastrophe is coming.
"Run away, I'll leave this place quickly!
"
"The King of Ghosts is coming soon!"
At this time, Zhang Jian also heard a noisy voice shouting in fear deep underground.
As far as I could see, I saw swarms of rats underground.
Many people at the city gate also saw this scene. They didn't know what was going on but felt the ominous situation, and rushed towards their homes.
Zhang Jian frowned when he saw this scene. This change made him very alert. At this moment, he suddenly glanced deep into the long street. Just now, he was vaguely aware that someone was observing him secretly.
, but upon closer inspection, there was no movement.
He didn't think it was an illusion.
His mind has always been extremely sharp.
After thinking about it, he still asked many soldiers to speed up and return to the county government office to resume their duties.
Zhang Jian did not perceive a mistake. At this time, in the corner of the long street, there were two grandfathers and grandsons in white robes looking at the people entering the city.
"Grandpa, he seems to have discovered us?"
At this moment, the little boy who was being led couldn't help but raise his head, his eyes filled with curiosity.
Their family's ability to conceal their breath is world-famous, yet people have still noticed traces of it.
The old man in white robe stroked his beard slightly and nodded slightly.
"It's really strange!"
…
Night falls.
The bustle of the day began to quiet down after nightfall.
At this time, outside the Zhang family's residence, in the darkness, more and more birds were gathering outside the Zhang family's residence.
Among them was the fleeting white bird in front of the Sheriff's Mansion.
This strange white bird is peeping into the depths of the Zhang family's mansion. At the same time, its eyes are darting around, looking here and there from time to time.
"The taste of the master should be here!"
"Half of the master's remaining soul is here!"
The bird cooed, and in an instant its expression changed and suddenly became quiet, with a look of fear in its eyes.
"The master is here!"
As he finished speaking, he saw a strong Yin Qi sweeping towards him in the dark night. This strong Yin Qi was rushing as if it could cover the clouds and avoid the moon.
On the long street, countless birds suddenly fell silent, and then they saw a figure dressed in black in the distance, as if flying out of the beautiful white moon, and suddenly arrived in front of the Zhang family's mansion.
She was dressed in black, with a stern face, and her eyes were fixed on the entire Zhang Mansion. There was a darkness that swallowed all things in her eyes, and there was also overwhelming resentment, as if the boundless resentment of heaven and earth had been condensed.
"Give me back my soul!"
Whispers floated down the long dark street.
She shook her clothes slightly, and immeasurable air-conditioning energy bloomed from her body in an instant.
In the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall, Zhang Jian was currently meditating on the strange soul-inheriting technique. When he sensed the whisper that was like a magical voice, his face suddenly changed slightly. He touched the orb in his hand and shook his head secretly.
Unfortunately, he was exaggerating. The so-called 'god' of the bird family was really coming towards him.
However, what surprised him was that the other party made a lot of noise, but his moral character was not that strong.
His eyes fluctuated, and after thinking for a moment, he opened the door of the clan temple and slowly appeared outside.
But when he stepped out of the door, he still had one foot inside the door.
At this time, he also saw a black-robed figure wearing Mingfeng robe on the long street.
Under the moonlight, this slender figure is particularly moving.