"The wind drives the rain down on the high city, and the clouds press lightly with the sound of thunder... I don't know where the dragon is after the rain, and there is a pond full of green grass and thousands of frogs croaking."
Under the moonlight, Liu Qiao was alone in the pond, his body seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of silver. He chuckled and threw the talisman in his hand into the pond.
The yellow talisman entered the water silently, causing several waves. It was completely soaked and turned into pulp, with only the cinnabar still remaining.
"Quack, quack..." There were several frightened frogs croaking in the pond, as if they were afraid of something.
"Gugu..." Where the talisman fell, the water rippled, as if boiling.
Liu Qiao twirled his fingers lightly, and a white light flashed in the pool, and there was a faint sound like thunder.
The small pool, which was seven or eight feet wide and one or two feet deep, and the bottom could be seen through the moonlight, was stirred up by Liu Qiao's talisman, causing the mud and sand to surge up, making it suddenly turbid.
There were several sounds of water, the grass stirred, insects and ants moved overnight, and frogs swam and burrowed into the bottom of the pond.
After a few breaths, everything in the courtyard was completely silent.
The cicadas chirped and the frogs croaked, then disappeared for a moment. Except for a little wind blowing the corners of clothes and the sound of "rustling" strokes of writing, there was no sound.
On the stone table, there was a yellowed book. Liu Qiao dipped cinnabar into it with a talisman pen and wrote in deep thought.
It is not a celestial book of divine karma, but a talisman book.
It is about a foot wide and two or three inches thick, like a "dictionary".
There is no book cover, and there is currently no table of contents, because Liu Qiao is currently writing wherever he thinks.
Although there is no directory, the writing is very clear. Anyone who can read can understand it if they pay a little attention.
Book "Thunder Strikes Ghosts" Talisman:
When you enter an abandoned house or live in the mountains and fields, there are often strange noises, and there are often lonely souls of strange foxes that confuse people...
A sand and vermilion calligraphy talisman was thrown under the book, and there was a faint sound of thunder, and the fox ghosts were frightened and fled.
Or throw it into a pond, and the frogs will stop croaking and all evil spirits will be gone...
The curse says:
Tianyuan Dihuang, Liujia Nine Chapters...The divine power of Yangmingjing takes over Yinkui...There is no trace of his house...If you dare to disobey, the heavenly soldiers will ascend.
Please sincerely ask: Jiuxiao Lei Mansion, command the thunder chariots in all directions, fly the Gang to kill the Chou Tianjun, be the envoy of the Nine Heavens Thunder Sect, and Dong Gong's taboo, be as urgent as the law and order!
After finishing writing, looking at the dozens of recorded spells, Liu Qiao sighed with satisfaction and put down his pen.
"Others say it scares ghosts, but this kind of talisman is meant to scare ghosts!" Liu Qiao chuckled.
This newly discovered talisman method is definitely not powerful enough to exorcise evil spirits and slay demons.
That is to say, if you let it out, there will be some faint thunder, which can stop the frogs from croaking and the cicadas from chirping, and it can also scare some little devils from invading.
After waiting for a while, carefully waiting for the ink on the book to dry, Liu Qiao put the talisman book back into his bag.
Now Liu Qiao, in addition to writing about "The Map of Immortal Industry", also takes time to record this talisman book.
There are dozens of talismans available, but they are all similar to the "thunder-strike-scare-ghosts" talismans and have little power.
"Perhaps now we can recruit a few apprentices and try to pass down the talismans..."
Once a person acquires the Dharma, even if it is an inconspicuous talisman that is now regarded as a minor Taoist magic, it is like "having a sharp weapon and having a murderous intention."
I can't help but want to try this new idea, not just to show off.
It's just to see the feasibility of this idea to reassure yourself or feel confident.
Shaking his head, suppressing his thoughts, he counted with his fingers, and just before midnight, Liu Qiao sat down with his eyes closed and began to practice Qi.
Although the "Tongtian Avenue" has been researched, Liu Qiao is still not sure about it at present, and it has not been implemented yet.
Even if you have begun to implement the "Tao of Talisman" and can refine infinite essence, you will still have to practice hard.
The "Tao of Talisman" to quickly achieve immeasurable mana is just a means to get through the sea of suffering, and it is just a chance to escape.
Liu Qiao was always clear in his heart about the reason why he was lazy instead of taking advantage of the odds and taking shortcuts.
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I heard that Zhong came up to Mo Qilin, hung a golden whip and left the camp, stepped on the clouds and mist with four hooves, and traveled a thousand miles in a moment.
After walking for a long time without realizing it, when the sky was dim and the fog was hazy, we saw a steep and high mountain in front of us.
As high as a thousand feet high, it is a dangerous moon. It is quiet and quiet, with cranes and deers swarming around, pine branches twisting, and clouds and mist.
When Mo Qilin arrived here, he stopped leaving and paused like a spiritual being.
"You lazy bastard, you still remember the place!" Wen Zhong smiled and patted Qilin on the head.
While looking at the mountain scenery, deep in the mountains and valleys, there was a faint singing voice:
"There is mist on all sides and moss along the path, and the cave door is open among the green peach blossoms.
Luofu Taoist priest told me that sometimes someone comes riding a crane..."
Hearing that the Grand Master was surprised, he quickly got off the Qilin and shouted loudly into the forest: "But Mr. Jiu? Do you still recognize the old man from back then?"
A man with a bamboo hat on his head and a bead hanging from his neck, whose age was unclear and looked like a woodcutter, came out of the forest.
But it was Chen Jiugong of Luofu Cave. When he saw Wen Zhong, he greeted him with a smile and said, "How dare you not recognize it? The grand master is coming to the barren mountain, and the peppermints are shining brightly!"
Wen Zhong held Mo Qilin in his hand and returned the greeting: "You're welcome, you're welcome!"
"I have heard for a long time that the world is not at peace, rebels and thieves are rising, and the country is busy with affairs. How come the Grand Master has time to come here today?" Jiugong asked puzzledly.
"It's harmful...it's a long story..." Wen Zhong paused and sighed. He looked at Jiu Gong carrying a flower basket and asked, "Is Jiu Gong collecting herbs in the mountains? I wonder if your master is in retreat?"
Chen Jiugong made an invitation gesture and said with a smile: "I'm just picking medicine by the way. I'm here to greet Grand Master Ying as ordered by my master!"
"As expected of Gong Ming, what a wonderful plan!" Grand Master Wen praised.
Immediately he said happily: "Then where is your master? I came here to see you!"
"Master, please..."
Wen Zhong followed Chen Jiugong in the mountains, jumping over streams, crossing ravines, passing through pine forests, walking along cliffs, making seven turns and eight turns, and walked for three to five miles.
When we came out of the forest, our eyes suddenly opened up. We had reached the highest peak of Emei. In front of us were clouds and clouds, a high platform, and blue clouds surging below.
Facing a large white cliff, the height and width are hundreds of feet. It is not the result of heaven's creation, but the magic of immortals to condemn mountains and seas.
Under the white cliff, there are many cranes and deers, the winding paths are quiet, vines hang in front of the cave, and apes and monkeys come and go.
A man with a leopard head and round eyes, a beard like a steel needle under his chin, wearing linen clothes and straw shoes, is leading two children, and a young man greets them in front of the cave.
When the bearded Taoist saw Grand Master Wen, he came up to him with a smile and said with a loud laugh: "Brother Wen Dao, did that gust of wind bring you here?"
He stepped forward to take the Grand Master's hand, and saw that the Grand Master was dressed in splendid clothes, with white hair and a golden crown.
The Taoist priest with the beard seems to be reproaching: "You enjoy the wealth and honor of the world and the splendor of the golden house. You don't care about the status of my Taoist family at all, and your family style is simple!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Gong Ming is joking, the country is difficult, even if you are rich, how can you enjoy a moment of leisure?" Master Wen smiled bitterly and shook his head.
The two of them entered the cave hand in hand. The Grand Master pointed to his gray hair and said with a wry smile: "My fellow Taoist is now youthful, but my poor Taoist has his temples stained with frost..."
"Haha..." Zhao Gongming smiled.
He also saw that Wen Zhong was restless, sighing, and asked, "Brother Taoist, why are you sighing so much?"
"Sigh... I heard that Zhong Feng, the emperor of the world, issued an edict to conquer the rebels in the west. Unexpectedly, the Kunlun disciples were good at planning, aided the evil, and committed crimes..."
"As a last resort, I invited ten of Jin Ao's friends to go out and set up a ten-level formation, hoping to capture Jiang Shang. Unexpectedly, six of them were defeated, and six of my fellow Taoists were defeated..." Wen Zhong told the whole story in summary.
After hearing this, Zhao Gongming nodded and pondered, but before he could say anything, Wen Zhong stood up and bowed down: "Now there is no other way to go. I feel ashamed to be here. I bothered my brother. I don't know what my brother wants?"
Originally, I saw that Zhao Gongming was a hermit in the mountains and did not mess with the mortal world. Hearing that ten of his friends were dead and injured, but showing no sign of emotion, Wen Zhong had given up hope.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Gongming stood up, helped Wen Zhong and said, "Why didn't you come earlier?"
"Those ten friends have only been practicing Taoism for a few years. As you said, they are preaching and teaching to help evil people. Today's worship is self-inflicted!" Zhao Gongming said two words of reproach.
Seeing that Zhong looked ashamed, he couldn't bear to say more.
He just stroked his beard and said proudly: "In that case, you go back overnight and take charge of the overall situation. I'll pack my bags, take care of things in the mountain, and come right away!"
Wen Zhong was pleasantly surprised. Zhao Gongming had practiced cultivation for many years and had attained Taoism very early. He was one of the most respected masters in Jie Jiao and was also good at fighting. If he wanted to defeat Xiqi, he had to be the one to defeat him.
He hurriedly agreed, rode the unicorn again, and quietly hurried back to the camp when the sky was bright.
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Xiqi, outside Lupeng.
Liu Qiao, Nezha, Yang Jian, Jin Zha and others were all playing in a group.
Although he did not live in Lupeng, during the day military and aircraft meetings were held in Lupeng, so he could not avoid running in both directions inside and outside the city.
The twelfth master uncle discussed Taoism with Master Ran Deng in Lupeng, and the three generations of disciples waited outside and discussed some superficial Taoism and martial arts.
Except for a few Chanjiao who had a premonition about hearing that Grand Master was moving reinforcements, most of them still didn't know.
Just like the three generations of disciples, now their morale is high and they are happy and excited, just like breaking through the teachings and hearing Zhong, they have already grasped it with their hands, and it is easy.
"Yeah!!!" In the field, Nezha shouted softly and moved lightly, like a ghost, with the gun in his hand making a sound of wind and white light moving.
"Okay!" Everyone gathered outside. Seeing such martial arts, they all applauded loudly.
Liu Qiao also clapped his hands and applauded him. Although Nezha was naughty, his martial arts skills were beyond praise.
The spear is like a swimming dragon. It can block, grab, stab, pick, and stab with skillful and clean moves.
A spear shakes, sometimes like thousands of icy rays, sometimes like a gust of evil wind, with a force like a mountain pressing down on you. The severity depends on the heart, and the action is ruthless.
"What a great skill. With such skill, you can behead a general among thousands of troops!" Outside, Nangong Shi, Huang Feihu and other generals were also looking at him intently and sighed in admiration.
Nezha saw the crowd cheering and was intoxicated. He walked around with a gun in one hand and changed it into a stick technique: whip, smash, slap and shake.
"Ha!" Nezha shouted softly, changed his hands again, and walked around, with the gun like a stick, three feet around the body, and there were gusts of bad wind.
It is also like a flying dragon, which can transform into a hundred or hundreds of thousands of spears, soaring all over the sky and circling hundreds of feet.
"So loud and powerful...ahem..."
Suddenly dust and sand swirled in the field, sowing dust, spears thrust out, and the wind was like thunder, making everyone cover their faces with their sleeves and retreat.
Hundreds of feet in radius, there are white light and lightning, like a ball of hydrangea, and a little cold light rises, like ten thousand rays of light.
After a while, Nezha stopped the robbery and stood up, and everyone gathered around him and made friends one after another.
Liu Qiao was also a little bit nervous about it, and he smiled at Yang Jian and said: "Brother Yang, we haven't competed in the last time, why don't we have a competition?"
"Isn't this good... Uncle Master is here... It's not good to scare them..." Yang Jian waved his hand.
But there is emotion on his face. Everyone is good at martial arts and fighting gods. Who doesn't have the desire to win and be strong?
Liu Qiao thought about it, suppressed his thoughts, and said: "That's true. All the teachers are practicing. If I make a fuss and make them unhappy, isn't it a big crime? It's my lack of consideration."
After saying that, he shook his head and pulled away to find a place to study Taoism.
Yang Jian held Liu Qiao's arm and said with a smile: "It's not easy to see Kungfu here, how about we find a better place?"
Liu Qiao was feeling numb. He pretended to be frightened and pulled out his hand, teasing: "Brother Yang, what do you want to do?"
"Haha..." Huang Tianhua, Jin Zha and others all laughed.
Yang Jian didn't care, and said with a smile: "Brother Liu, don't worry, my Jade Cauldron lineage does not have the art of harmony, and I am not good at collecting tonic..."
"Hahaha..." Liu Qiao smiled heartily, patted Yang Jian on the shoulder and said: "Brother Yang, dozens of miles away from here is Qishan Mountain, which is quiet and quiet with few people. It's just the right time for a competition. How about it?"
Seeing Yang Jian nod, Liu Qiao also wanted to see Yang Jian's methods, so he laughed loudly and turned into a rainbow light.
It's nothing to do. It would be a good idea to compare the Dou Shen Channel Technique and study Yang Jian's transformation technique.
Yang Jian scattered the sand and followed with Tudun.
"If the master summons us, he will come to Qishan to look for us, and I will go too!" Huang Tianhua also used his escape skills and followed him to see.
"Wait for me!" Nezha quickly took the Hot Wheels, and Feng Feng Huohuo followed.
Jin Zha and others shook their heads. Compared with Liu Qiao, they looked like "literary gods". They were not good at fighting and did not like martial arts competitions.
………
Among the reeds, all the immortals raised their heads and opened their eyes. Jade Cauldron chuckled and said: "Young people can't sit still and play with their classmates, which makes everyone laugh..."
Afraid of leaving Sun Ni Liuzhu behind, he said calmly: "Yang Jian's Taoist and martial arts skills should make him the leader of the third generation!"
"Yes, the Nine Transformations Mysterious Technique is so exquisite that even we sometimes find it difficult to distinguish it..." Chi Jingjing agreed.
Seeing that all the immortals supported Yang Jian, Ran Deng twisted his beard and said: "Magic and magical powers are only means of protection after all, not the result of immortality. Whoever can become an immortal will be the leader!"
It seems like he said it, but it seems like he didn't say anything at all.
However, among the immortals sitting here, there are many mysterious people who vaguely understand the meaning.
Guangchengzi also twirled his beard and said: "Why does Teacher Randeng think so highly of Yushu?"
When Ran Deng heard this, he shook his head uncertainly and did not answer.
But the meaning is very clear, Mr. Ran Deng likes Liu Qiao very much.
"Looking at it from the perspective of a poor Taoist, his magical power is mixed and his innate true energy is dirty. It seems that he is still eager to increase his power and took the magic pill and strange fruit..." Taiyi sighed.
True Lord Daode also sighed: "Ziya is young in education and doesn't know these things. It's a pity..."
Ran Deng shook his head again, as if he was reproaching: "You attach too much importance to these things and put the cart before the horse. Even if it's impossible, it's hard to say there's no chance."
When all the immortals heard this, they all fell silent, and Ran Deng forced the topic to end with one sentence.
I also saw that Daoxing Tianzun kept sighing and saying nothing.
Ran Deng comforted him and said: "Don't worry, I will arrange a disciple for you later. He is very talented and intelligent. I guarantee that you will like him when you meet him!"
Daoxing Tianzun nodded slightly as a thank you, but still bowed his head and remained silent.
"Wen Zhong avoided fighting. It seems he went to move reinforcements!" Master Huang Long said.
All the immortals had expected it and nodded in agreement. Ran Deng was not surprised and waved his hands and said: "Don't worry about him, the soldiers will just stop him."
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In Qishan Mountain, the quiet canyon where Liu Qiao wrote the Book of Heaven was unusually lively today.
This place is only a few miles away from the Conferring God Platform. It is a hundred feet wide, with two or three feet of weeds and few trees to cover it. It is a perfect place for martial arts competitions.
Liu Qiao and Yang Jian arrived a moment first, and then Huang Tianhua and Nezha also came flying in.
They thought it was a fierce fight, but it was a surprise to both Nezha and Nezha.
When the two arrived, Liu Qiao and Yang Jian didn't take action. They were talking under the shade of a tree. It didn't look like a martial arts contest.