Master Qingxuan narrowed his eyes, and the vast ocean of mana acted on the bulge, trying to figure out what was buried underground.
But as soon as his magic power came into contact with the bulge, it disappeared inexplicably.
The disciples of Sanqing Temple were silent, staring at Master Qingxuan.
Master Qingxuan, Taoist Bone Immortal Wind, holds a three-foot fly whisk in his hand, and the awe-inspiring Dharma Buddha continuously bursts out from his body, forming a mist all over his body.
Only by reaching the realm of terrestrial gods can one master the mastery of mana.
Although Master Qingxuan is the headmaster of Sanqing Temple, he usually remains quiet. Unexpectedly, his realm has reached its peak.
It seems that the evil demon cannot be the opponent of Master Qingxuan at all.
"Disciples, listen to the order." Lan
"Use the magic circle to contact the Taoist temples in all directions to discuss how to deal with the evil spirits entering the world."
The disciples of Sanqing Temple were slightly surprised. At this time, the bulge at the bottom of Suoxie Tower suddenly opened a large number of gaps, and blood slowly seeped out.
The smell of blood permeated the air. Not only did it not smell rancid, it was actually very fragrant.
No matter how they look at it, the evil demon that is about to be born has already been severely damaged, so why waste spiritual stones to contact other Taoist temples.
"Disciple understands."
Wu Qingfeng, the senior disciple of Sanqingguan, was the first to react. He quickly saluted and then quickly walked towards the mountain guarding formation.
The Taoist priests around him were stunned for a few seconds, and then followed Wu Qingfeng.
As a direct disciple of Master Qingxuan, Wu Qingfeng knew his master's style very well. The latter would only contact the leaders of various Taoist sects when he was sure that there was a problem that he could not handle.
After all, Sanqing Temple is the leader of the Taoist sect, and showing weakness can easily lead to criticism.
As for the several ancestors in the temple, they had closed the gate of death one after another hundreds of years ago, seeking opportunities to become immortals and achieve enlightenment.
It's not even necessarily within the scope of the mountain gate.
Master Qingxuan sat cross-legged in the air, not daring to restrain his magic power at all.
No one noticed that his back was soaked with sweat, his breathing became heavier, and his hands shook uncontrollably.
"Could it be that the ancestors of the earth were really buried under the mass graves back then?" Lan
Master Qingxuan couldn't help but swallowed. Even though the bulge was dripping with blood, only he knew that even with all his strength, he didn't dare to break the demon's outer shell.
He was even confused about the appearance of the demon.
There seems to be a huge egg buried in the bulge, which is pregnant with unspeakable monsters.
Master Qingxuan had no confidence that he could stop the hatching demon, but he still had to pretend to be able to do so with ease.
If he were defeated, all the Sanqingguan disciples would be terrified.
At least half of the Taoist temple's thousands-year-old foundation would be destroyed in his hands. Master Qingxuan could only bite the bullet and suppress the demons.
Fortunately, with the prestige of Sanqing Guan, it is not difficult to call upon Taoist sects all over the world.
Within a few months at most, the land gods of the Taoist sect will all be concentrated in Sanqing Temple, and no matter how terrifying the demons are, they will be completely suppressed.
Master Qingxuan secretly hoped that the demon would not break through the ground too quickly.
He was extremely confused in his heart, so he read out the Taoist Sutra: "Heaven and earth are not perfect, saints are not omnipotent, and all things are not fully useful."
"Therefore, the vocation of heaven is born, the position of earth is shaped, the priesthood is enlightened, and the material position is suitable..."
Master Qingxuan calmed down, and then several brothers with less advanced cultivation in the temple came to work with him to suppress the demon eggs.
"Senior brother, you..."
Master Ziyang stepped into the magic power released by Master Qingxuan, and his expression became incredible. Why did he feel like he was at the end of a crossbow?
Master Qingxuan glanced at the Taoist priests with warning eyes and murmured: "See no wrongdoing, hear no wrongdoing..."
Seeing this, they did not dare to say anything. They silently helped Master Qingxuan stabilize the evil-locking tower and helped his disciples deal with the evil cultivators in the tower.
Immediately, the Sanqing Temple was crowded with people, and thousands of disciples rushed to Suoxie Pagoda.
The Evil Locking Tower originally held many vicious Wuzhuangguan Taoist priests, and they needed to temporarily transfer the evil cultivators to the side hall.
Because the detention time was too long, the Taoist priests of Wuzhuangguan had lost their intelligence, and they were still in a state of numbness.
One after another, skinny men in black robes walked out of the pagoda, connected by long and narrow chains.
The cultivation of the Wuzhuangguan Taoist priests has been abolished, and his appearance is no longer as "terribly deformed" as it was originally, but he still wears robes.
Sanqingguan disciples felt chills running down their spines and led Wuzhuangguan Taoist priests. They found that no matter where they went, the evil cultivators looked at the bulge.
The half-exposed eyes in the black robes made their scalps tingle.
There was extreme fanaticism in his eyes, as if he were facing the statue of Earth Ancestor.
When the Wuzhuangguan Taoist priests stopped where they were, they would kneel down and keep knocking their heads until the blue bricks were dyed red with blood.
The core disciples of Sanqing Temple know the origin of the Evil Locking Tower. It is said that the bones of the twelve ancestors who brought trouble to the world were excavated from here. The identity of the demon may not be simple.
Before they had time to investigate further, a large number of pilgrims flocked to Sanqing Temple.
The story of the land gods at Sanqing Temple overcoming demons has unknowingly spread to villages and towns hundreds of miles away.
Naturally, there are pilgrims who want to see the immortality, and maybe they can get a bit of immortality through it.
They don't care about demons. After all, Sanqing Temple is a Taoist holy land. How could demons break through the seal of the Evil Locking Tower?
In the inexplicable atmosphere, Sanqingguan reached a deadlock.
The strong incense made the surrounding mountains and forests filled with smoke, and red silk used by pilgrims to pray for blessings was hung everywhere on the tree branches.
When Master Qingxuan saw the crowded Sanqing Temple, not only was he not happy, but he became even more frightened, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
He waited in fear for two days, almost without sleep.
Master Qingxuan's eyes were bloodshot, and he felt that his days were like years. After receiving the response from Bafang Daomen, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
The land gods from all Taoist sects will soon set off to Sanqing Temple.
Master Qingxuan is now afraid that his colleagues will be smart and think that Sanqing meditation is to expand his reputation, so he did not leave immediately.
Click, click, click...
Master Qingxuan's ears twitched slightly, and then he looked nervously at the bulge.
Master Ziyang pretended to be relaxed and said: "Brother Qingxuan, it's okay. Since the ban has lasted for several days and it has not been damaged, it means that demons are not born so easily."
The other Taoist priests agreed, but at the same time their eyes never left the drum.
"Something's wrong, I heard..." Lan
Before Master Qingxuan finished speaking, gravel rolled down from the corner of the bulge, as if the demon eggs buried deep in the ground were breathing.
He stared at the bulge with a solemn expression, and saw more and more falling gravel, finally revealing a hole of about half a meter.
The hole was pitch black, and the blood flowing out of it became even more turbulent.
As the blood evaporates, a delicate fragrance envelopes the Sanqing Temple.
Master Qingxuan glanced at Master Huangshi, who had the lowest level of cultivation, from the corner of his eye, and noticed that the latter's expression became intoxicated, and he took a deep breath of air intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was enjoying the fragrance.
Even Master Huangshi is like this, let alone the disciples with ordinary cultivation.
All Sanqingguan disciples within a kilometer of the bulge stood there, breathing hard, their faces turning red from holding back.
Master Qingxuan felt a chill run down his spine because he discovered that the bodies of the outer disciples had undergone indescribable alienation and distortion.
Although the alienation is very slight, it will definitely lead to disaster in the long run.
"Evil demons and heretics dare to cholera the Taoist mind."
Master Qingxuan gritted his teeth and took out a blue and white porcelain bowl and placed it upside down on the bulge, forming a barrier to block the smell.
A gust of wind blew from the cuffs, and the fragrance suddenly disappeared.
The disciples of Sanqingguan came to their senses and then noticed the alienation in their bodies. They quickly crossed their legs to suppress it, fearing that they would go crazy.
They did not dare to approach the pagoda unscrupulously, and panic had begun to spread.
Master Qingxuan was stunned. He didn't expect that the demon's methods could be blocked so easily.
Then he realized that if the smell of a demon could cause large-scale alienation, then how terrifying would it really be? Could it really involve the Earth Ancestor?
Click, click, click...
The cracks are still spreading, and the hole is already two meters in size.
The deep and boundless darkness inside the hole seemed to hide a secret. Master Qingxuan concentrated his attention unconsciously, and his throat couldn't help but swallow saliva.
In his eyes, the hole was like a monster's bloody mouth.
Master Qingxuan trembled all over, as if he saw countless eyes in the depths of the cave, or a mountain of corpses.
In his daze, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in his ears.
"Qingxuan, where is the boy guarding the medicine furnace?"
Master Qingxuan was sitting on pins and needles, covering his head with his hands. The memories from hundreds of years ago stimulated his soul, forcing him to recall the scene.
"Master, the boy fell into the medicine furnace, please save him quickly..."
"There's no need to save it. It's not a bad thing to add some fresh blood food. It can increase the potency of the medicine, don't you think so, Qingxuan?"
"Senior brother, senior brother Qingxuan!!!"
Master Qingxuan was awakened by Master Ziyang, and his memory receded like a tide. His eyes looking at the hole were filled with incomparable fear.
"You haven't seen it, that...that..."
"Senior Brother Qingxuan, why don't you go and rest for half a day? That bulge is covered by your celadon bowl. How can we see it clearly?"
Master Qingxuan threw away Master Ziyang's arm, closed his eyes and said, "I'm fine, and there's no chance that anything will happen to me. As long as I wait a few more days, Xie Yi will have no chance to escape."
"Ziyang, prepare to close the mountain."
Master Ziyang looked worried and wanted to say something, but Master Huangshi stopped him.
Master Qingxuan is the only terrestrial immortal in Sanqing Temple who has not been in seclusion. If he does not guard the evil-locking tower, something will happen sooner or later.
Master Ziyang had no choice but to give up and pay attention to Master Qingxuan from time to time.
He found that since Master Qingxuan was frightened, he had lost all of his previous stability and his mental state had become weird.
Occasionally he would laugh or cry, but more often he would be silent.
Master Ziyang was a bit at a loss. If Master Qingxuan accidentally went crazy, Sanqing Temple would definitely be devastated.
What caught him off guard was that the madness was not limited to Master Qingxuan, and soon the Taoist priests in charge of the ban began to act abnormally.
They were talking to themselves and screaming in terror.
It only lasted ten days, and they suddenly returned to their normal calmness, and there were no more ghosts and ghosts roaring from the Evil Locking Tower.
On the contrary, Master Ziyang was busy dealing with the closure of the mountain. He did not appear mentally abnormal, but he became more and more afraid of demons.
No pilgrims were seen at the mountain gate, and the Sanqing Temple fell into silence again.
The supplies stored in the door were enough to support half a year's consumption, but everyone in Sanqingguan noticed something unusual and strange.
Every few days, Master Ziyang would hear noises coming from the celadon bowl. It seemed that the hole that Master Qingxuan occasionally talked about was constantly expanding.
At the same time, the barrier formed by the celadon bowl is gradually becoming transparent.
Master Ziyang had no choice but to use a formation to emit thick fog to cover the Evil Locking Tower, and set the area within several thousand meters as a forbidden area that could not be entered or exited.
He also gave up the idea of checking the bulge and waited for support from other sects.
Master Ziyang stayed in the outer gate for food and accommodation, and the only way to communicate with Master Qingxuan and other monks was through sound transmission talismans.
Seeing that support was about to arrive, he became increasingly uneasy.
Master Ziyang has been sleepless for a long time. He always feels that there are thoughts in his bulge that affect him. He often walks towards the Suoxie Pagoda in a daze.
In his depression, he did not realize that the barrier was already visible to the naked eye, and that most of the soil on the surface of the bulge had fallen away.
Until this day, the mist formation wrapping the Evil Locking Tower inexplicably failed.
Master Ziyang didn't react in time at all, so he exposed the Suoxie Pagoda to the Sanqing Temple.
All the disciples of Sanqing Guan looked at the drum, whether consciously or unconsciously.
Their expressions changed several times. Even Master Ziyang's eyes were filled with disbelief, and their worldview was completely subverted.
Most of the existence at the bottom of the Suoxie Tower has been revealed.
But it was not a demon, nor did it involve the Earth Ancestor. It was a sacred, solemn immortal god that emerged from the earth.
The immortal god has a halo around the back of his head. He wears a purple Taoist robe. He whisks dust with his left hand and Ruyi with his right hand. The white air exhaled from his mouth and nose turns into a crane and flies among the mountains.
Master Ziyang carefully recalled the characteristics of the three ancestors, and it seemed that they could all be found in the immortals.
The fear in his heart disappeared, and he shouted out of nowhere: "Welcome the Tao Ancestor to come, we welcome the Tao Ancestor to come..."
Thousands of disciples paid homage to the Taoist ancestor one after another, and the doubts in their hearts dissipated, leaving only the enthusiasm of "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening."
"Alas..." Lan
Ren Qing couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Looking at the appearance of Sanqingguan Taoist priest, he knew that his current image was very intimidating.
His current body and soul are a bit awkward, and the three pure auras still remain, hiding in his flesh and bones like gangrene attached to his bones.
Tiandaosheng has just been promoted to the Yincha Realm and still needs a long period of practice.
The information flow threw all the alienations to him, making it difficult for Ren Qing to completely eliminate them in a short time. Also, because of his natural Tao body, alienations could not harm the foundation of his body and soul.
Ren Qing's body became horribly deformed under the influence of alienation. In the distorted perception of the outside world, he was naturally comparable to the Three Dao Ancestors.
He does not need to use magic, but relies on his external image to convince him of Sanqing Guan.
As long as he maintains this appearance, Ren Qing will be the way of heaven to the outside world.
"Forget it, let's eliminate the alienation as soon as possible."
Ren Qing raised his head and looked at the sky. In the black and white clouds, there seemed to be a dark shadow moving vaguely, which might be the limbs of the three ancestors.
He spit out a spiritual vein containing Youyuan from his mouth, and directly parasitized it at the bottom of Sanqing Guan.
There was no need for Ren Qing to teach the techniques. The Taoist priests of Sanqingguan took the initiative to absorb Youyuan, especially the high-level monks led by Master Qingxuan.