Prince Qiao smiled casually, unfolded his robe sleeves, and walked towards the mountain temple with Zhi Shou Zhen.
Zhikarizhen flipped his wrist lightly, retracted the dagger into his sleeve, and Wang Ziqiao's finger quietly scratched his palm, writing the words "Yunhuang, Funiu Mountain, Yitian Village."
Zhi Kaizhen's heart sank slightly, knowing what Wang Ziqiao meant.
"This brother must come from the Wuliang Pure Land, one of the ten gates of the Great Jin Dynasty." Wang Ziqiao cupped his hands as he passed by a rock. "It is extraordinary to be able to practice the Shanzi Jue of Wuliang Pure Land to the state of transforming into a mountain."
Elders, please do not. Your breath is pure and pure, your energy is mature, and your energy and blood are full but not boiling. Could it be that you are the elder Jiu Ren who flew to the peak from the boundless pure land?"
The rock shook violently, moss and rain rolled down, and the man stood up and transformed into a burly old man. He was bald on the top of his head and his face was purple. He cupped his hands to Prince Qiao, with a flash of surprise in his bright eyes.
: "I've heard about Mr. Mister's name for a long time, and his reputation is indeed well-deserved."
"That person is probably one of the ten great sects of the Jin Dynasty, the guardian of the Gushen Sect, the Divine Archer Fengzi." Wang Ziqiao raised his head, looked at a towering ancient cypress in front of him, and said happily.
After a while, a cold and stern voice came from the dense branches and leaves: "How did you know it was my Bing Fengzi?"
Prince Qiao smiled and said: "Although the awl is in the bag, you can see its end immediately. The Taoist master is both skilled in martial arts and has an invincible seven-light arrow in his hand. How can he hide it?"
The leaves rustled, and a tall and thin figure appeared on the cypress branches. He was dressed in black Taoist robes and carried a jade-embellished bow on his back. He nodded slightly to Prince Qiao, but he could not hide the proud look on his brows.
It was Bing Fengzi who shocked the northern part of the Jin Dynasty with his Seven Light Divine Archery.
Wang Ziqiao walked a few steps forward and stopped in the weeds at the entrance of the mountain temple. He chanted in a manly voice: "The five elements rotate, and all the appearances are wonderfully transformed. There are thousands of strange things, but the only truth is true. If Wang is not wrong, Taoist Master
Should he be one of the ten great gates of the Jin Dynasty, Master Mu of Dongzhen Five-fingered Heaven?"
The grass swayed with the wind, and there was a burst of "hey hehehe": "The only true, how easy it is to talk about?" Mr. Zi Qiao is overwhelming. "
Yellow withered, ashes disappeared, and countless grass seeds scattered at the entrance of the mountain temple.
Only then did Wang Ziqiao cross the threshold.
A red candle dimly lit up, like a splash of blood, splashing on the surrounding dark mud walls. There were spider webs in the corners, and raindrops dripped down from the remaining eaves of the carved beast like strings of raindrops, splashing on Zhikarizhen's forehead. He
I was shocked to realize that in addition to the short Taoist priest sitting on the mountain statue, there were three other people in the temple.
A woman stands holding a candle, her pink cheeks are rosy in the light of the candle, and her beautiful eyes are looking forward to it. A woman has a jade hairpin in her hair, a brocade belt around her waist, and a black robe with gold piping and cloud patterns. She stands behind a dilapidated beam with her hands behind her hands. She has narrow eyebrows and a look on her face.
There is a sinister figure, with deep nasolabial lines on both sides of his high nose like knife carvings. There is also a man who is as fat as a pig, wrapped in a dirty and wrinkled sack, curled up under the dusty incense table, as if he is sleeping soundly with his eyes closed. His belly sometimes
It bulges high like a ball, and sometimes sinks like a pit. Between the mouth and nose, not a single breath leaks out.
Wang Ziqiao glanced at him and said leisurely: "Wang has seen Fairy Yaoxia from the Lingxi Village in Feijing Lake, Elder Zhang Wujiu from the Jade Palace in the Sea of Clouds, and the fat old Taoist brother from the Cave of Reversing the Right and Wrong in the Mountain."
Yao Xia smiled back, Zhang Wu Jiu dismissed it, and the fat old man yawned loudly, stretched, and made a face at Wang Zi Qiao.
Then Wang Ziqiao straightened his clothes and bowed solemnly to the mottled and peeling mountain god statue, but turned a blind eye to the Taoist above: "I often heard Brother Xuanming mention Senior Qingfeng's attainments in talismans, saying that he was a superb scholar and a scholar of heaven. He originally had some skills.
I was not convinced, but when I saw him today, I realized that Xuan Ming was still being humble."
"It's a small skill, nothing worth mentioning. The poor Taoist Qingfeng is just a Taoist boy who serves the real master." The mountain god statue broke open silently, and a short Taoist walked out. His appearance and figure were exactly the same as the Taoist sitting cross-legged on the mountain god statue. After that.
The person immediately turned into a purple talisman of lightning and rushed into the center of the Taoist's head. Behind him, the fragments of clay sculptures suspended in the air gathered together and re-formed into a statue of the mountain god. No cracks were visible, and not even the wrinkled vermilion patent leather fell off.<
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Only then did Zhikarizhen realize that the Taoist he had seen before was just a talisman.
Prince Qiao put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "Senior Qingfeng's words are pretentious. There are so many monks in the world who want to be a Taoist boy like you." He patted Zhi Karizhen and said, "This is my Taoist boy.
People are so irritating."
When Zhikari caught a glimpse, Qingfeng's solemn and iron-like face softened.
Wang Ziqiao suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and then sighed three times, causing everyone's curious eyes to focus on him.
Zhikarizhen was moved in his heart and immediately cooperated: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Prince Qiao said with enthusiasm: "Today I have the fate to meet six masters of the ten great sects of the Jin Dynasty who have refined the gods and returned to the void, as well as the leader of the sect, Taishang Shenxiao, senior Qingfeng, who has been able to refine the void and return to the void. The group of immortals
When everyone is together, there will be a grand event together. Wang is lucky enough to participate in this event that can be recorded in history. Isn't it a joy? Isn't it a joy?"
"Join?" Zhang Wujiu's eyes flashed with a sharp sarcasm.
Wang Ziqiao glanced at him indifferently and continued: "If you plan to set up an ambush to kill the enemy, although I am not talented, I can still lend a helping hand. If you have discovered some peerless treasure in the Immortal Mansion..."
Yao Xiayan smiled at Yan Yan: "You also want to be more generous?"
Wang Ziqiao shrugged and sighed bitterly: "I had no choice but to wipe my neck on the spot and kill myself, so as not to be blamed and silenced by you."
What he said was interesting. Yao Xia covered her mouth and chuckled. The fat old man shook his head and said "wonderful man!", and Qingfeng couldn't help but smile.
"Exactly!" Zhang Wujiu glanced sideways at Wang Ziqiao and sneered, "I've heard a long time ago that there is an alchemist Wang Ziqiao from the Wild Fox Zen. He is famous for his bluffing and cheating, and he only knows how to use words. Do you think you are qualified to be with us?"
When I talked about it later, my voice and look were fierce and murderous.
Yaoxia, the fat old man was pulled by his Qi, and he released an astonishing breath in unison. Three strands of cold, clear, or jumping Qi rose up, stirring up smoke and dust all around, shaking the roof beams, and Zhi Shangzhen's body sank.
, as if being pressed against the head by a huge force, with stars in front of my eyes, and the turbulent energy and blood seeming to rush out of the body.
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Wang Ziqiao casually pulled Zhi Kaizhen behind him and smiled: "Most of the time, I still like to talk nonsense and am happy and carefree. But sometimes -" He raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Wujiu wildly,
"It takes five steps to be blood-spattered, and life and death can be determined instantly!"
Zhang Wujiu was furious and took a step forward. The powerful Jade Emperor Xuanqiong Qi was like a real thing, with murderous intent as its core, and rushed towards Wang Ziqiao.
Qingfeng looked at his nose with his eyes, and his nose with his heart, as calm as a clay mountain god, indifferent to everything in front of him. Suddenly, his eyelids raised slightly, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes towards Wang Ziqiao.
As soon as the huge Jade Emperor Xuanqiong's pure energy touches Wang Ziqiao, it is like falling into a bottomless hole, making no sound. The sharp murderous intention in it disappears into the sea, and cannot stir up any ripples of energy.
Yaoxia, the fat old man couldn't help but shrink his smile, and his eyes were filled with strange colors. The monks who have refining their spirits and returned to the void often attack with their essence, energy and spirit united, using the mental power of penance as the core of the attack. Zhang Wujiu's Jade Emperor Xuan Qiong condenses the pure energy
With the spiritual power at the peak of refining the spirit and returning to the void, he is extremely domineering and destroys the mind. However, Wang Ziqiao has been able to do it with ease and without showing any signs of using his skills.
Is it possible that he is a great master of refining the void and combining the Tao, and has reached the state of returning to nature? The two of them looked at each other, thinking of all the rumors about Wang Ziqiao, and were secretly frightened. They took half a step back without leaving a trace, avoiding the qi battle circle between the two sides. Zhang Wujiu was frightened and frightened, and shouted sternly: "What a rampant barbarian, how dare you be an enemy of our Jade Palace!" He bit the bullet and forced the pure Qi of the Jade Emperor's Xuan Qiong all over his body, and the clear Qi was full of colors.
Numerous beautiful buildings and jade buildings emerge, and the splendid Tianmen Fairy Palace emerges.
"Zhang Daoyou, please calm down, Mr. Wang has no ill intentions." A thin hand casually grabbed it, and the building and palace gate disappeared. The pure air of the Jade Emperor's mysterious sky was broken down into wisps of pure air, and returned to the world. Qingfeng lowered his palm and looked at it calmly.
Looking at Zhang Wujiu, the latter snorted and glared at Wang Ziqiao, but he didn't dare to do anything more.
Wang Ziqiao didn't care either. He smoothed his beard and looked at the strange clay sculpture standing next to the mountain god statue. His appearance was elegant and leisurely, not stained by fireworks.
Zhikarizhen stared at his handsome face and admired him deeply. From the moment he climbed over the hillside and saw the mountain temple, he and Wang Ziqiao fell into a desperate situation. On a rainy night in the middle of the night, the seventh of the Jin Dynasty
The secret meeting of the Daodao Sect in the wild wilderness is a shameful act.
If they had turned around and ran away at that time, they would have died, and their silence would have been a certainty.
And Wang Ziqiao first took the initiative to invite him, and then he revealed the other party's sect, skills, and identity one by one. It could be said that he got the upper hand. It seemed friendly and polite, but it was actually an invisible deterrent. Then he showed his goodwill to the most powerful Qingfeng, expressed his attitude, and then said to him
The provocative Zhang Wujiu did not give in, and once again shocked everyone with his unpredictable skills. From the beginning to the end, Wang Ziqiao skillfully controlled the situation. The most powerful thing was that he saw the former Taoist leader Jade Palace and the current one.
The subtle relationship between the Taishang Shenxiao Sect, the head of the Taoist sect, is exploited. Their poisonous vision and ability to manipulate people's hearts are truly shocking and terrifying.
Qingfeng took a deep look at Wang Ziqiao: "Sir, are you sure you want to join us?"
Wang Ziqiao smiled slightly: "Who wants to be the enemy of Taishang Shenxiao Sect?"
"Okay! It's rare that Mr. Tao is so warm-hearted, so I won't refuse. Fellow Taoists, with Mr. helping me in this matter, I feel more confident." Qingfeng's eyes turned to Yaoxia, Fat Old Man and Zhang Wujiu.
Turn. Yao Xia and the two nodded slightly. Although Zhang Wujiu was unwilling, Qingfeng's status was very important. On the surface, he was the head Taoist boy of Taishang Shenxiao Sect. In fact, he was a senior brother and the person in charge of this operation.
, he had no choice but to remain silent.
There was silence outside the mountain temple, and there was no objection. The breeze blew out the candles and stared at Wang Ziqiao.
"I'm waiting here to kill the heretics!"
"In an hour, one hundred and eight Buddhist disciples will pass by and go to the Jin Dynasty to meet King Ming!"
"This is a battle of orthodoxy. We must kill them all and leave no one behind!"