With a scream, Lu Taoist saw that Chang Long had not moved, and since he had not used any powerful spells in the previous fight, he did not defend himself, and was hit in the back by the red bead in a moment.
When Liu Qiao saw that Taoist Lu had only come in time to shout, he fell straight into the clouds. Fearing that he would fall to death, Liu Qiao quickly sheathed his sword and stepped forward to catch him.
When he took it in his hand, he saw that the Lu Taoist's eyes were tightly closed and there was blood at the corners of his mouth. When he looked with his Dharma Eyes, he saw that his spirit and energy were all gone, but he was hit by a jewel, which caused his back to collapse and his internal organs to shatter. He died on the spot.
In fact, Lu Taoist can run away. Although his escape skills are self-enlightened, if he turns into wind and smoke and is invulnerable to swords and guns, he can just find a crack in the rock to hide.
However, Taoist Mao was poisoned by Liu Qiao's Taoism and his seven orifices were shut down. As a last resort, he transformed into a crane and flew away with him.
How could such an obvious target be escaped?
Lu Taoist finally went crazy and came to fight, because he had expected it and knew that he could not escape.
He simply sought death, but his skills were inferior and he lost his life, dying under the orb.
Chang Long took back the treasure and laughed and said: "Haha, this thief is boasting so much that he calls himself an ancestor or a saint. If he gets hit by me, he won't settle his account on the spot."
"Why did you beat him to death..." Liu Qiao said a little speechlessly, but he was still thinking about his transformation technique.
Chang Long curled his lips and said: "This Taoist priest is good at changing things. It will be difficult to find him if he leaves again. My orb has not yet been completed. It can be released or not taken back. Master, please don't blame me. Besides, why should I keep his life? Is it possible that I should accept him as a disciple?"
What?"
"You naughty guy, I shouldn't have accepted you in the first place..." Liu Qiao laughed and cursed.
He was just thinking about magic, so how could he really blame Chang Long for being such a demon? If he was beaten to death, he would be beaten to death, and he was allowed to die easily.
"The main reason is that I don't like such an unfilial junior brother... Hey! Master, what are you doing?"
"Um... I'll touch the corpse to see if there are any treasure secrets or anything."
Chang Long: "..."
Who is a serious person who writes secrets? Oh no, it is a serious god or a Qigong practitioner. Who would take the secrets with him?
They are all taught by mouth or ears, and they are memorized in the heart, or after they become proficient in practice, the Taoist books are destroyed.
In addition to Liu Qiao, he also carried a Jade Tablet Heavenly Book with him, which was handed down from Yuanshi Tianzun and was not dared to be damaged. It also had the Taoist charm of Tianzun and was regarded as a protective treasure, so he carried it with him.
So after searching for it, naturally I couldn't find anything.
The demon corpse could not be wasted, and was used directly by Liu Qiao to sacrifice the ghost bone flag.
Even if it is not the body of a foreigner, it is still a body that has become a nine-turn dragon and tiger, and has been refined by Dao Qi for hundreds of years. Although it cannot practice the Ghost Vajra, it still adds a bit of foundation to the Ghost Flag.
………
Taoist Mao felt that he had had a long dream. He was vaguely aware of the external situation, but he was in a coma, unable to move or speak. It was like a ghost pressing down on the bed, which was very uncomfortable.
Suddenly, my heart felt sour, as if a string had been broken.
The brothers who have been practicing Taoism together for hundreds of years have been poisoned and their bodies are gone!
He gave up the struggle in a daze. He couldn't say it was hatred or any other feeling. It was just as if a part of his body was suddenly missing, empty and exhausted, confused and hesitant.
A few pictures in a trance flashed before my eyes, the confusion of leaving home together when I was young, the joy of obtaining the Dharma, and the joy of practicing Buddhism quietly, abstaining from sex, eating vegetarian food, wanting the Dharma to be fulfilled and saving the world, without any worries or worries, so good
So happy.
It was not until middle age that I realized the fate of the accident and realized that I was born in a Taiyi family and had low magical power and Taoism. I encountered obstacles when I visited Gao Zhen everywhere and was ridiculed as a heretic.
At that time, the two of them were called Maoshan Two Idiots, two idiots with ambitions as high as the sky and lives as thin as paper.
Until he was ruthless and relied on the great elixir of human beings to cultivate half a thousand years of magic power over decades, and his magical powers were endlessly changing. He was the envy of the spiritual masters in the three mountains and seas, and was called the vanity of the senior saints.
Half asleep and half awake, an immortal with a lotus flower in his head and a baguette robe with big sleeves flying in the air, with a green and tender face and a kind face, bowed to me and said goodbye, vaguely resembling the appearance of Lu Taoist when he was young.
"Brother Taoist, why are you cruel enough to abandon me?" Outside, Taoist Mao, with his eyes closed tightly and his whole body trembling, his eyes wet, a drop of pearl flowing out unconsciously.
He regretted it, not because he regretted practicing cannibalism and attaining enlightenment through shortcuts.
Being able to rely on the magic of divine passages and enjoy a comfortable life for half his life, even if he had to do it again, he would still make this choice. There is no way to become an immortal, and he is just lingering.
But I regret that I was too cautious. If I had known this, I should have joined forces to kill an entire city and sacrificed hundreds of thousands of mortals to gods and demons in exchange for unlimited fighting power.
Why is it so bad now? It only brings trouble to fellow Taoists and makes them heartbroken. It's too late to regret and everything is over.
I don't know how long it had passed since I was half asleep and half awake, but suddenly my body felt relaxed.
The long-lost but familiar feeling returns, the seven orifices are opened, the trace of black evil energy that anchors the soul is suppressed, and the soul returns to the body.
"Don't pretend to be dead, get up and answer the question!" A dull and thick voice rang in his ears, and then his stomach hurt, and he was indeed kicked.
Slowly opening his eyes, he saw the familiar wooden beam roof, rows of chairs, and a square table with uneaten leftovers left over from a banquet held by senior officials before leaving the village.
But the buildings were empty everywhere, and the Juyi Hall, which used to be cheering and noisy, was cold and desolate.
There were only two of them, one sitting on the tiger skin couch he once had.
A green-faced man with fangs lowered his head and looked at him coldly.
But it was Liu Qiao and Chang Long who, after sacrificing Lu Taoist's body to a banner, took the unconscious Mao Taoist back to the village.
Liu Qiao only temporarily suppressed the spell and awakened his consciousness, but he did not absorb the black evil energy, fearing that he would use his magic power to escape.
"How are you doing?" Taoist Mao straightened his robes expressionlessly, sat cross-legged on the ground with great reluctance, and his voice was extremely hollow and hoarse.
In his current state, his body is limp and his soul is gone. It is difficult to get up, but he is unable to stand up, unable to escape at all, and has no power to resist at all.
Liu Qiao didn't answer but asked: "Do you know the crime?"
"Crime? Inadequate martial arts and lack of mastery in Taoism are sins. Stop making noises. It's just a matter of death." Taoist Mao spoke calmly.
"It seems that you haven't repented yet. The devil has lost your true nature..." Liu Qiao shook his head helplessly.
But deep down in my heart, I admired Taoist Mao's heroic spirit, which was neither joyful nor joyful in death.
But this is just admiration. Even if such a vicious person dies, it will be difficult for him to atone for his sins.
Moreover, when death is imminent, he still falls into the lower realms, lost in love and samadhi, without any repentance.
Hearing this, Taoist Mao smiled sadly and said: "Do you want me to teach you how to dig out the heart and belly, slice the flesh and shave the bones, extract the soul and refine the soul, cook it with fire and oil, light the sky lantern, peel the skin with mercury, whatever you want..."
These methods were all used by Mao Lu Erdao to deal with others, but now they propose them one by one without any care.
Although Chang Long used to eat people, it was just to fill his stomach. He is a different kind of enlightenment, just like people eat pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep. He not only eats people, but also eats weak monsters.
Since his return to justice, he has killed demons and bandits along the way, wiped out bandits and bandits, and saved countless people. Even so, he often reflects in his heart that he may not be able to atone for his previous sins.
Deeply regret your past deeds, be careful with your mind, abstain from fishing and eat vegetarian food, and completely eliminate the impurities caused by cannibalism in Tao Qi. Although the power of Taoism is not as powerful as before, just practicing a pure Qi, but it is broad and bright.
But Liu Qiao was in trouble for a while. This kind of Taoist technique is extremely rare. Once you refine it, you will have a great magical power.
Although he belongs to the Chan sect, he is an outsider of the Taoist sect. The more precious thing he has learned is the Yuxu Qi refining technique, which can directly point to the true immortal Taoist fruit.
As for the magic of magical passages, the leader rarely taught it to even the Twelve Immortals. He was so cautious that it was basically impossible for him to pass it on to another generation.
Jiang Shang's lineage has no powerful Taoist skills at all, so when he fights, he can only fight or escape, which is extremely embarrassing.
If you want Taoist treasures, there are only two ways, one is to snatch them, and the other is to achieve self-enlightenment.
How to make Taoist Mao hand over the transformation technique before he dies.
Ask for it directly?
Seeing Taoist Mao look like this, he is humiliating himself and weakening his own momentum.
Torture?
People are not even afraid of death. They seek punishment by themselves and only seek a quick death, which is useless.
After thinking about it for a long time, Liu Qiao didn't think there was any way to deal with this kind of hob meat, so asking for Taoism was just humiliating himself.
He had no choice but to ask in a deep voice: "Master Mao, do you have anything else to say now?"
The implication is, if you have any last words, please say them quickly.
"My skills are inferior to those of others. My Taoist brother is gone. I have no power to take revenge and have nothing to say. I just want to die quickly so that I can keep my Taoist brother company on his way to death so that he will not be lonely." Taoist Mao finally changed his expression a little.
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After saying that, he said again: "You have been pondering for a long time and are not sure. You want my brother's Taoist transformation skills. Hahaha... The orthodox three religions are trying to be heretical. Ridiculous! Ridiculous!"
Liu Qiao did not refute. He did want Taoism, practice and seek Taoism. It is his normal intention to desire magical powers. If he wants it, he just wants it. There is nothing wrong with admitting it.
"Bah...my master has his own wonderful skills and countless Taoist methods. Who can see your mere magic door? It's really an empty coffin (there is no one in the tomb), and a lump of mud is used as gold and jade..." Chang Long endured it.
He kept cursing.
"Haha...hahaha..." Taoist Mao suddenly laughed wantonly.
This plot was originally expected to be completed in two chapters, but due to the limitation of writing power, I actually wrote seven or eight chapters intermittently, but there are still many things that have not been described. It feels too delayed, and the pace must be accelerated. So,
You can only sacrifice some core and plot.
The main reason for such procrastination is that there are some details to write, including the psychological description of Zuo Dao, but they are still too few and still do not meet the expectations in my heart. I am extremely dissatisfied with this.
However, the more I write, the less I can describe what I want in my heart, and my condition becomes worse and worse.
I have stopped writing for a year, and my writing skills have dropped too much. Please forgive me and give me some time to adjust and get familiar with it, and gradually find the feeling. I believe it will get better and better. Let’s stop this story and return to the main line. Let’s start.