Chapter 242 The demon fog is back again, a new journey
Chapter 242 The demonic fog returns again, a new journey
"What? Are you eating people?" Qinghong was shocked and angry.
His appearance is much more normal than before.
He used to have a hairy face and square pupils, and he didn't look like a human being because he practiced the ghost-faced monkey bloodline.
I used to like to eat human flesh, but after taking refuge with Song Lin, I turned to the laurel tree. I took the essence leaves of the laurel tree all day long, and became more and more like a human being.
Although it seems that he has degraded a lot, his cultivation is actually stronger than before.
Therefore, Qinghong has always banned cannibalism among his disciples, and has killed many people for this reason.
Some people think that he abandoned tradition for the sake of the sect.
Qinghong thought that most people understood, but she didn't expect that her two sons would take the lead in breaking the rules.
Opposite Qinghong stood two middle-aged men, who looked even older than Qinghong.
These two people are Qinghong's sons.
Both of them are Qi refiners and hold important positions in Taoist temples.
"Dad, it's just a few people to eat, it's not a big deal."
The taller eldest son Zhao Jie was not convinced by Qi Dao.
"Besides, why do you want to listen to Song Lin? Is this person very strong? He can't beat the Taoist Master!"
"Taoist? What do you mean?"
Qinghong smelled something wrong.
Taoist?
Could it be that they were bewitched by the Taoist Master?
"Dad, to tell you the truth, we are not alone. There are many people in the Taoist temple who are with us, and there are also relatives of the temple owners of seven other Taoist temples who are on the same front as us."
Song Lin's Three Refuges, Three Rules and Nine Precepts separated monks from mortals and eliminated many institutions that interfered with the mortal world.
Let Taoist priests become true monks instead of bureaucrats who know magic.
The people most harmed by this iron rule are the family members of these high-level patrons.
Originally, they had a lot of land and wealth due to their privileges.
He lived a luxurious life, being a groom every night was no problem, and even killing a few people casually, no one dared to say anything.
Now that everything has been institutionalized, they can no longer benefit from blood ties.
There is no difference from ordinary Qi refining Taoist priests.
Zhao Jie couldn't understand why his father obeyed Song Lin and even refused the Taoist master's solicitation.
"Seven Taoist temples?" Qinghong's pupils shrank, feeling that things were getting serious.
Do you want to tell Guanzhu Song?
But he is his son after all.
You can kill others, but you won't be able to let go when it's your turn.
Moreover, Qinghong was not a new Taoist priest trained from scratch. He came to join him halfway and did not have deep faith.
When Zhao Jie saw his father's move, he hit the railroad while it was hot:
"The Taoist master said that there will be a conference next month. At that time, Song Lin will lead the Taoist elites out, and he will also kill Song Lin there. As internal agents, together with the leadership of Sandu, we will definitely disintegrate Song Lin's rule."
Seeing Qinghong still hesitating, Zhao Jie became anxious.
"Father! Mr. You said that laurel trees and moon bricks are far better than eating people. After all, they are other people's things. Why don't they give them to us in the future? Wouldn't it be better to take them away? Besides, it's not like eating people can't absorb laurels and do it at the same time.
It must be more effective!"
"But Song Lin has a backstage!"
Qinghong was afraid of Song Lin. After all, he was only in the stage of concentration and had no chance of winning against a master of pill formation.
But he was even more afraid of Song Lin's Zhixin behind his back.
After all, no matter how strong Song Lin is, he can't be stronger than the Taoist Master.
However, Zhixin is obviously much stronger than Taoist master.
"Haha, father, don't worry, we also have a backstage."
Zhao Jie whispered something into Qinghong's ear.
Qinghong was shocked.
"really?"
"real!"
Zhao Jie's confidence came from the Taoist master's promise and the Zhengsi behind the Taoist master.
"Can you trust those people with you?" Qinghong's eyes flickered slightly.
"Of course, we'll find out in ten days."
Undercurrents are surging, and murderous intentions are everywhere.
…
Xuanke Temple, Xiaojintan Cave Heaven.
Song Lin closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, refining flying gold crystals to make an elixir. The golden elixir changed from the size of a rice grain to the size of a melon seed.
After a long time, slowly finish the work.
"Phew, I finally finished sorting it out."
Name: Song Lin
Realm: middle stage of elixir formation
Daoxing: one hundred and twenty years.
Supernatural powers: Golden Liquid Jade Liquid Returning Alchemy Sutra, True Dragon and Tiger Nine Immortals Sutra, Yunzhuan Xuanzi Jade Sutra, Xing He Pu Ying Yang Script, Heavenly Escape Sword Technique, Innate Five Thunders and Heavenly Heart General Photography Secrets, Tai Chi Xuanzhen Heavenly Seal
Sutra, Heaven-Mending Demonic Seed Technique, Innate Bagua Formation, Six-Yang Platinum Divine Thunder, Tai Chi Thunder Escape True Technique... The Swordsman Returns the Alchemy Sutra, the Secret Technique of Raising Dragons, the Invisibility Technique of Assassins' Biographies, "The Method of Changing the Origin of the Thirteen Palaces, Three Disadvantages and Five Deficiencies".
Blessing: [Emperor's Seal] (not activated) [Qi Control Six Void Things] [Emperor's Qi Watching Technique]
Items: Longfu Jade Gourd, Five Thunder Heavenly Master Order, Tai Chi Thunder Seal, Tan Temple Emperor Seal...
The Taoist practice increased to one hundred and twenty years.
At around thirty years old, a life span of one hundred and twenty years is not bad.
Song Lin briefly organized the exercises.
It is mainly divided into three types: thunder method, swordsman method and Taoist method.
Thunder spells belong to the category of conventional spells; the swordsman's level of magic is that of the wind warrior, who has a wind sword that moves when the wind blows, and coupled with the sky escape sword technique, it is suitable for more intense confrontations.
The little giant spirit general of the Taoist army, combined with the three heads and six arms of Fa Tian Xiang Di, is the ultimate trick.
Zifu could be pulled down by him even if he didn't notice.
In terms of magical artifacts, there is a low-grade Taoist artifact called Longfu Jade Gourd.
"It's time to try the knife."
Everything is ready, but you can’t leave it alone.
Song Lin thought to himself.
Whether a great demon or a treasure was born, Song Lin vaguely felt that there might be a chance.
This feeling is generally unmistakable.
Ever since I started practicing divination, I have never failed to respond to this kind of 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 that it was a sign of great misfortune.
Wow!
The black mist condensed into Tao soldiers.
"Meet the Altar Master!"
The Taoist soldier half-knelt.
"Get up and call Wang Ziye and Xi Yinhua over."
The Tao soldiers disappeared, and soon, Shi Yinhua and Wang Ziye opened the door.
"I will go on a mission next month, and I will take some people with me then."
"Are we going too?" Wang Ziye asked.
"No, you stay in the Taoist temple."
Shiyinhua is the leader of the entire covenant, and the Taoist temple cannot do without him.
Wang Ziye’s Little Giant Spirit God is still under research, and Lei Fu Yin Bing and Yin Cha have also entered mass production.
"When I leave this time, the Taoist temple may be in crisis. You must be careful."
"Where is the crisis? Could it be Taoist Master Huoyun?"
"It's him, but more likely it's the inner ghosts in the Taoist temple. They don't obey the commandments, and because of our strength, these people will definitely show up after I leave."
Although Song Lin didn't figure out who it was, he could think of the source of the Taoist temple's crisis with his buttocks.
There is definitely an internal crisis within Taoist temples.
And it is easy to guess, after all, most of the allies are not cultivated later, many of them are not interested in the precepts, and even violate them.
"The mole?"
Shi Yinhua's thoughts changed, and he probably understood the reason, so he sneered: "Well, let's just treat it as a detoxification blood, and he will never come back."
The viewer often says that crises are also opportunities.
Real gold is not afraid of fire. It is useless to shout slogans on ordinary days. Only through the tempering of blood and fire can we have unwavering faith.
"Well, as long as you understand." Song Lin nodded slightly.
These two people have almost been trained to handle affairs well even when they are not around.
Ten days later.
Dark clouds cover the Yinshan Mountains, and countless ghost soldiers are heavily guarded.
"Where is Song Lin?"
The rich voice spread in all directions.
Song Lin broke through the barrier and came out.
Behind him were Gu Yuchan, Yan Jiuge and twenty-four Qi-training Taoist priests.
The group of people rode the wind through the heavy clouds and came to a one-horned Taoist priest.
"Greetings to the Lord of the Palace!"
"Haha, I'm the boss now." Gong Cao Yangji reminded, his one eye twitching.
"It's a sin, it's a crime. Let's meet the boss."
The Taoist priest leading the team in front of me is Tianjie. He was still the master of the palace last time in Yinshan Ghost Mansion. Unexpectedly, he was directly promoted.
It seems that no one is static.
"Okay, everyone is here, let's go!"
Tianjie waved his hand gently, and the ink-like clouds closed up, enveloping everyone to leave.
Song Lin looked around and found that there were many familiar people.
The Taoist masters include Huo Yun, Lu Mingyang, one and a stranger.
Most of the remaining visitors are unknown. Some are sinister, some are righteous, and some are half-human and half-demon.
There are also hundreds of Dingshen and Qi-training Taoist priests.
The scale this time is much larger than that of the Yinshan Ghost Mansion.
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly met Huo Yun's eyes.
Song Lin looked at him without any sign of weakness.