"Senior brother, you said that the master knew the river well and the so-called calculation may be false. Why did he insist on killing Xuanchengzi?"
Huiming asked doubtfully.
"Is it important whether what Jiang He said is true or false?"
Huikong looked over and sneered: "Don't you know that the master actually decided to kill Xuanchengzi before he left Sansheng Chanyuan?"
"Why?"
"Because the master believes that Master Sun doesn't practice Happy Zen with him because of this Xuanchengzi. To put it bluntly, it is Xuanchengzi who blocks the master's way."
"But……"
Huiming pursed her lips: "But what if this matter is leaked? I heard that Master Changkong is very fond of Xuan Chengzi."
"If the Ziwei Dao Sect knows that it was our master who killed Xuanchengzi, how can we not pursue the case?"
"This is a crime that undermines the unity of the five major sects. Now is a critical moment in the fight against the Demon Sect. In order to give an explanation to the Ziwei Taoist Sect, the elders of our Zen Academy may not be able to punish the master even if they don't want to, right?"
"Hey, don't you understand this? It doesn't matter what the punishment is, the master doesn't care at all."
Huikong smiled and said: "I heard from the master that if he can practice Huanxi Zen with Master Sun, he can break through two major realms in a row within ten years, directly breaking through from the soul refining realm to the day travel realm."
"Tsk tsk, that's the Sun Traveling Realm. If you practice normally, why can't you enter it after two or three thousand years?"
"Of course it's impossible for Master to let go of such a great opportunity, let alone let anyone block his opportunity."
"Actually, if it weren't for the elders of our Zen monastery who all think highly of Uncle Sun, I'm afraid the master would have come here by force, so why would it be so troublesome?"
"Can you really enter the realm of day travel?"
Huiming was shocked.
That was a realm that he never dared to imagine in his dreams.
"No wonder Master insists on killing Xuan Chengzi. If I have the chance to cross two great realms in ten years, I will never let anyone ruin my opportunity."
"Hehe, it seems that Xuan Chengzi is unlucky."
Huiming said with a gloating smile.
Suddenly, the two of them looked outside the valley.
They could feel that something was rapidly entering the valley in the strata there.
"Coming."
The two stood up quickly and stared at the ground.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a stream of light shot out from the ground and fell into Huikong's hand.
It was a small porcelain bottle, about the size of a little finger, and it looked very delicate.
"Okay, master has obtained Xuan Chengzi's aura, now it's up to us."
Huikong placed the small porcelain bottle on the ground, then took out a palm-sized black wooden box from his arms and opened it.
Inside the box, I saw a small table as long as my thumb. There were also various sacrifices, incense candles, peach wood swords and other things on the table.
This is clearly an altar table used for rituals, and there is a small wooden figure standing in front of the altar table.
The little wooden man looks exactly like a real monk. If it weren't for its small size, one would almost think it was a real person.
This is an incarnation of a puppet, made from precious materials. It contains a ray of spiritual thought from Monk Shangzhen, which can exert powerful curse-killing power.
Monk Huikong took out the altar table and the wooden figures, placed them on a stone, and then sat cross-legged with Huiming on both sides.
"Let's start. Curse that Xuan Chengzi to death as soon as possible, so that we can go back and deal with the master."
"Okay, bad luck for that kid."
The two took a deep breath, and at the same time, they used their magic power to slowly inject it into the wooden man.
Buzz!
A strange force rippled, and the little wooden man actually moved on its own as if it were a living person.
It picked up the mahogany sword on the altar table, danced it gracefully, presented various sacrifices one by one, and lit the talismans with candlelight.
Gradually, a strange power began to emerge around the altar table and the wooden figure.
This strange power is the power of the curse.
There's just something about it that makes people laugh or cry.
Monk Shangzhen can be regarded as a Buddhist and Taoist monk, and the little wooden man is also dressed as a monk. As a result, the puppet curse-killing technique and every move he makes are actually Taoist methods, which is really funny.
The magic power gathered around him became stronger and stronger.
At this time, the little wooden man put down his mahogany sword and picked up a smaller scarecrow from the altar table.
Then it opened the small porcelain bottle on the ground and guided the breath belonging to Zhao Mu into the scarecrow's body.
Finally, it made a seal with its hands and muttered something in its mouth, then took out a sharp needle and inserted it hard into the scarecrow's Dantian.
The next moment, a strange curse-killing force shot up into the sky, bursting through the void and disappearing.
…
After Zhao Mu left the capital, he shrunk to the west and headed west.
His speed was extremely fast, and before long, he had left the capital thousands of miles away.
This is a dilapidated village with bones scattered everywhere. It is obvious that the entire village has been killed and devoured by demons.
Zhao Mu was walking in the village and could faintly sense the ghosts hiding in every corner. If ordinary people entered the village, they would have been possessed by these things.
He shook his head and prepared to leave.
But suddenly his expression changed, and he felt a stinging pain in his Dantian, as if something had penetrated into his lower abdomen, followed by a strange and cold force.
"No, it's a curse-killing technique."
Zhao Mu endured the severe pain and waved his hand to take out the Xuanguang Mirror.
He pressed the seal with his hand, and the Xuanguang Mirror suddenly grew in size, reflecting his entire body in it.
"Xuanguang created the world to reverse the yin and yang, turn it around for me."
Zhao Mu shouted softly, and a mysterious force shot out from the mirror, covering his whole person.
The next moment, the real Zhao Mu and the Zhao Mu in the mirror began to flicker and rotate.
The conversion speed between the two is getting faster and faster, and it is gradually impossible to distinguish the true from the false.
Suddenly the rotation stopped, and the two Zhao Mu once again returned to the state of facing each other inside and outside.
Zhao Mu in the mirror was unscathed.
But for Zhao Mu outside the mirror, blood flowed from his Dantian, followed by bright red blood from his arms, legs, and even the seven orifices on his head.
Moreover, Zhao Mu's face quickly aged, his face was covered with wrinkles, his black hair quickly turned gray, and his body gradually became rickety and shrunken.
After just a few breaths, Zhao Mu was already exhausted on the ground, gradually losing his breath.
Bang!
Suddenly, Zhao Mu's body shook and turned into ashes all over the ground.
A gust of wind blew by, and the ashes immediately flew up with the wind and disappeared.
But the next moment, the surface of the Xuanguang Mirror rippled like water, and then another Zhao Mu walked out of it.
Zhao Mu waved his hand gently, the Xuanguang Mirror rippled again, and a valley suddenly appeared on the mirror.
I saw Huikong and Huiming sitting cross-legged on both sides of a stone in the valley.
There are small altars and wooden figures placed on the rocks.
At this time, the scarecrow in the little wooden man's hand was already filled with sharp needles.