Juefa smiled and said: "It seems that we are going to be used as a weapon by a ghost."
"It depends on what he will pay." The red-haired Taoist said indifferently.
Then he urged: "Juefa, throw yourself in and admit defeat, your big dragon has been killed by me."
Juefa sighed and said he didn't know how to play chess. The senior insisted on forcing him to play. As soon as the chess game started, he would lose nine out of ten games, and there was no chance of winning.
Just when he was about to cast his son.
"Dongdong."
A heavy knocking came from the door.
After four blasts, there was no more sound, only a long silence.
Different from the tranquility of ordinary nights, the cold air of death has enveloped the small courtyard.
The red-haired Taoist couldn't help but move his eyes, and even Juefa, who had a low eyebrow on the other side of the stone table, raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the door.
Until the knock on the door came again.
This time it was not as gentle as before, but it seemed like something was banging on the door.
The sound is urgent and heavy.
Each blow was like a hammer falling.
So much so that the gate let out an overwhelmed cry.
The red-haired Taoist suddenly felt a stinging pain on his forehead. He looked down and saw drops of black blood dripping from small wounds onto the stone chessboard in front of him, blooming into black-red blood flowers.
The evil spirit rolled around and the wound on his forehead healed quickly.
"An evil guest is coming to your door."
Tushanjun's expression didn't change much.
With dark eyes, he looked towards the door.
This incarnation is just a place to host his spiritual thoughts, and its actual cultivation level is not very high.
However, even if the cultivation level is not high, it is still a solid foundation-building cultivation level. If the opponent wants to use the victory-defying technique to directly kill him with a curse, it is really overestimating his ability.
"Amitabha" awakened the Dharma and stood up.
Boom.
The door suddenly exploded in front of me.
A tall figure reflected in the moonlight appeared in front of the monk.
The man was at least seven feet tall, tall and tall, and his exposed skin actually had a dull sheen.
The color mixed with copper and gold is evenly applied on the skin. If it weren't for the dark eyes of the person in front of me, I would have thought it was a golden clay statue in a Taoist temple.
Of course, clay sculptures do not have such a strong aura.
"Refining corpse?"
Juefa raised his lowered eyes, and there was a bit of regret in his eyes that was different from compassion.
The man in front of me was definitely a master in life.
However, even if the body dies and the spirit disappears, the body has to be refined into a zombie for people to drive, which is really sad.
The corpse refining did not stop because of the monk's sigh. Instead, he took one step and the earth and stone suddenly cracked.
The earthen floor tiles under the feet no longer seemed solid, but instead resembled waves in a pool, rolling under the influence of huge force.
Juefa felt a strong wind blowing against his face, and a fist as big as a casserole was already touching his facial features.
He could even see the patterns on the zombies' fists clearly.
Now was obviously not the time to observe this. Juefa threw the white bone Buddha beads in his hand into the sky. The beads scattered in all directions, isolating the people of the small village.
The rising mana sets up a weak defensive shield.
"Bang."
Although he missed the opportunity, Jue Fa did not passively defend himself. Instead, he struck first and struck first.
Divide at the first touch.
The energy generated by the confrontation between fists turned into ripples and shook in all directions.
The battle of the foundation-building monks could not be limited to this small square courtyard. However, in order to protect the people of the village, Juefa took the lead in dispersing his Buddhist beads into a formation, suppressing all the fluctuations.
What's even more rare is that the powerful magic power used as a support makes the magic circle formed by the prayer beads not move at all.
The body-protecting veil of Jue Dharma shines brightly.
"White bone seal, subdue demons."
Make fists and palms and then form seals.
Every blow left a mark in the air.
A series of six seals gathered from top to bottom to form a talisman. When the magic power was activated, white light flashed and connected into a piece.
In a matter of seconds, the corpse refiners were retreating steadily.
Until the talisman was pressed against the forehead of the corpse, the tall body suddenly froze in place.
Whether it is a naturally born zombie or a zombie refined by evil methods, it cannot be separated from the roots of zombies.
That is the resentment accumulated in my chest.
The monk just used the Mana Condensation Talisman to calm down the spirit of the zombie, thus stopping the zombie's actions.
Being able to go head-to-head with zombies shows the physical strength of Juefa.
"I didn't expect that the monk has some foundation in body training."
Unless they are monks who specialize in body training, the physical bodies of ordinary monks are weaker than those of demons and monsters of the same level.
This is also because the physical body strengthened by increased mana is enough, and with the support of mana, there is no need to delve into the direction of body training.
Unless one has a special physique, the improvement in physical strength cannot be compared to that of spirits.
The red-haired Taoist did not take any action. He sat quietly on the stone bench and watched the Fa take action.
It's just a refined corpse. After all, Juefa came from the White Bone Temple, so how could he not be able to deal with it.
The eyes of Lian Zhi, who was stiff for a moment, moved, and his body moved again.
The zombie moved its body and removed the white light talisman on its forehead.
"Huh?" Tu Shanjun, who was watching the show, had a surprised look on his face.
He thought that those who were following him were the men of the Black Mountain Ghost King, but judging from the traces of the attack just now, the opponent's heel should not be a weak leftist monk.
The zombie was immobilized by the talisman and still moved like the wind without being greatly affected.
If he acted instinctively based on his thoughts just now, now he has the spiritual thoughts of the monks to use his unique method to activate this refining corpse.
Juefa must have noticed it, so he pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
"The only major sect in the Xiaohuang Region that is famous for corpse refining is the Corpse Demon Sect. Although other demonic sects also use corpse refining, they are not as sophisticated as the Corpse Demon Sect."
Then he asked loudly: "Since the Taoist friends from the Corpse Demon Sect have arrived, why bother to keep secrets?"
"Ha!" Lian Shi laughed dryly.
The laughter was like a rusty machine without oil, and the hoarseness was harsh and sharp: "A monk from the White Bone Temple?"
The distorted moonlight enveloped a figure.
The man was wearing a moonlight-colored robe and was carrying a small coffin slung over his shoulder.
The coffin is about three feet long and looks like a box.
The person who appeared at the door had a long face.
Although the facial features are grand, they look sinister due to being contaminated with corpse aura. The fair skin does not have the moist texture of ordinary people, and is more of a grayish color.
The other party walked out openly, as if he had no intention of hiding the characteristics of practicing the corpse path.
"Corpse Demon Sect?" Tu Shanjun turned the black chess piece on his fingertips and rolled it on the back of his fingers.
He remembered that when he was in Dongyuan, he saw a Jindan monk who was refining corpses.
The opponent was seriously injured, so he captured the demon cultivator and turned him into a walking corpse to help him collect his blood and create a blood pool.
In the end, the blood pool was completely absorbed by the Zunhun Banner, giving him an advantage in vain.
That person seemed to be from the Corpse Demon Sect. I didn't see him in the end. I heard that he was killed by Master Chiyun.
"A certain person did not cover his whereabouts."
The monk of the Corpse Demon Sect looked at Juefa, and with a spiritual thought, he moved the zombies on the side to his side.
Juefazheng found it strange that he had never committed any crime against the people of the Corpse Demon Sect, and he had never interacted with them. Why would they come to his door and look unkind?
"Amitabha Buddha, Little Monk Baigu Temple, Enlightenment."
The monk from the Corpse Demon Sect hugged his shoulders and said, "Zheng Yuguang, Corpse Demon Sect."
He glanced at Tushanjun and couldn't help but clicked his tongue.
Juefa looked directly at the monks of the Corpse Demon Sect and said in a flat voice: "I wonder what you can teach me if you come here late at night?"
Zheng Yuguang said with a smile: "Did you tell me, some people working in Huaifeng City died, I should have to ask about it."
"So, you are looking for me."
The red-haired Taoist stood up and stared at Zheng Yuguang with sharp eyes: "I didn't expect that the Corpse Demon Sect would also arrange monks to work in the secular world."
"But I heard that Wanfa Sect hates monks interfering in the mortal world the most."
Only then did Zheng Yuguang look past Juefa, move over, and chuckle: "Who said we interfered with the common world? Not only did we not interfere, but we also collected the evil spirits to prevent the evil spirits from breeding and invading the mortals. This is a great merit and a good thing.
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"What do you know about an evil ghost?"
Tushanjun couldn't help but want to applaud this man.
Look at his level, I don’t know how many streets he has left behind the Yuanling Sect. No wonder he is a major demon sect but has not been attacked by the Wanfa Sect.
Zheng Yuguang sneered, and his face immediately darkened.
It doesn't matter if a few qi-training monks die, there will be a large group of low-level monks who can be cultivated casually.
But those people lost a ghost army led by a foundation-building ghost in Huaifeng, so his idea of creating soldiers and horses to protect the road was stillborn.
Because of this, Zheng Yuguang rushed over after learning the news again, and followed the traces along the way to find Juefa.
Moreover, there was no shortage of people in Huaifeng to witness the power of the Soul Reverend Banner, which meant that it was a valuable treasure, or at least a top-quality magic weapon. Of course, he wanted to catch up and take a look.
It's just that the combination we see now is a bit strange.
The monks in the White Bone Temple and the ghost cultivators in red-haired robes are all weird no matter how you look at them.
Zheng Yuguang pointed at the red-haired Taoist and said: "Monk, give me this evil ghost as compensation, and I won't cause any trouble to you."
From the test just now, he could tell that the monks at the White Bone Temple were not good people, and the treasure that appeared in Huaifeng would probably not go away.
But he felt very sorry for the lost army.
It just so happened that there was a ghost cultivator here. His cultivation level was not high, but he also built a foundation to make up for his losses.
Tu Shanjun's eyes were awe-inspiring, slightly surprised, and then he laughed loudly.
Juefa was stunned for a long time and said quickly: "Friend Zheng, please come back, otherwise I will not be polite."
The monks of the Corpse Demon Sect did not realize the seriousness of the matter. The red-haired Taoist in front of them seemed to be in the early stages of foundation building, but in fact he was just an incarnation.
If a fight really breaks out, and his magic power is drawn away, it will be enough to make the golden elixir master in the soul banner take action.
"The monk wants to save the ghost?"
Zheng Yuguang looked serious, he always wanted to recover some losses.
Moreover, he left in a state of disgrace after being yelled at twice, which also ruined the reputation of the Corpse Demon Sect and caused him to lose face.
In a real fight, Zheng Yuguang is not afraid of monks or evil spirits.
As he spoke, the coffin fell from his back.
Boom!
The three-foot coffin instantly expanded to reach a height of ten feet.
Standing beside Zheng Yuguang.
He said sternly: "Monk, don't be ignorant, I am giving face to the White Bone Temple."
"I just want to take it away today, so what can you do to me?"
Juefa stopped trying to deal with it, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said calmly: "Then let's see the true chapter under your hands."