The Taoist tied his horse in the doorway, carried the package, and carried the sword box on his back, walking towards the main hall with a dragon's pace.
He looked around, suddenly snorted coldly, and said calmly:
"No matter how many times I come here, I can see that this place is not clean! A bunch of dirty people!"
Behind the wooden door, Zhou Zheng looked up at the Taoist priest behind the door and gave an ugly smile.
If this guy didn't come, I should be able to find a famous mountain and river by now.
but……
A bit weak. This Taoist priest is equivalent to the peak level of Shenying?
However, the sword box on his back is pretty good, and if you include this treasure, his overall strength is quite good.
"Why is there anyone else?"
The bearded uncle pushed open the door and walked in. He patted the flying dust on his robe, frowned and looked at Zhou Zheng sitting there, nodded slightly to Zhou Zheng, and then walked to the simple bed beside him.
Obviously, the uncle appreciated Zhou Zheng's behavior of not occupying this simple bed.
As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was slightly rough:
"You dare to come here alone? Haven't you heard of ghosts here in that town?"
Zhou Zheng smiled: "Scholars don't believe this."
"Why don't scholars believe this?"
The bearded uncle frowned and said: "If you don't believe this, how can you say that there is a golden house in the book and a face like jade in the book?"
He chuckled: "Oh, you haven't read Mozheng yet, so you're not very good at it, kid."
Zhou Zheng didn't talk to him, but deep down he was analyzing how he should take the next step.
The bearded uncle stretched out and placed the sword box in the corner of the wooden board. Then he took out a stack of yellow paper charms from his sleeve, raised the sword fingers with his right hand, and gently slid it to the side.
These paper charms flew out and stuck in the gaps between the doors and windows, and a burst of golden light flashed everywhere.
The talisman array suppresses evil spirits.
The bearded uncle looked towards Zhou Zheng, with a somewhat proud smile on his lips, and raised his eyebrows at Zhou Zheng.
Zhou Zheng showed a somewhat shocked expression in a cooperative manner, stood up and raised his hands to the Taoist Priest:
"I never thought you were a real master. I thought the Taoist priest was just a liar, and I have offended you a lot."
"You are also interesting."
The bearded uncle smiled, stretched out, used the package as a pillow, turned over and slept with his clothes on.
"Go to sleep, I'll keep you until early morning, and then we'll walk half way toward the sky."
Zhou Zheng smiled and nodded, without saying anything more, and sat down against the wooden pillar.
He did not dare to release more of his spiritual consciousness. He just followed the method given by Li Zhiyong back then, spread his spiritual consciousness on the ground, and quietly waited for the subsequent development of the story.
He had a vague feeling that tonight would not end easily.
In the dead of night, people are quiet and ghosts are peaceful.
There was the sound of crickets chirping outside the window, and there was also the faint sound of tree branches breaking.
What does Laojun mean?
This is Laojun's trial, so it is naturally extraordinary. If he simply completes a task and then gets the reward, then why doesn't Laojun directly give the reward to himself?
Zhou Zheng kept thinking in his heart.
He couldn't believe that the trial arranged by Lao Jun was simply to go through the plot that he already knew.
A Chinese Ghost Story is taken from "Nie Xiaoqian" in "Liao Zhai".
Of course Zhou Zheng had seen this work when he was watching the movies before Catastrophe, but at that time he was shocked by the beauty of the female characters, and didn’t...
Gee, why do you feel that this Xiaoqian you met is somewhat similar to your own fish?
Zhou Zheng laughed dumbly.
Probably this is what women look like when they are more delicate and naive.
He leaned on the wooden stake and waited for something strange to happen in the latter half of the night. After a while, he suddenly frowned slightly and stared at the yellow paper charm taped to the crack of the window.
Zhou Zheng had only been practicing Taoism for a short period of time and did not know much about Fu Tao.
I have only dabbled in the Talisman Formation and haven’t had time to study it in depth.
But how come this yellow paper talisman looks exactly like one of the talismans Brother Xiao gave me?
In front of the bearded uncle next to him, Zhou Zheng did not dare to take out the yellow paper talisman in his arms and look at it, so he could only recall it carefully.
Are the talismans of this world and the Three Realms at home similar?
Zhou Zheng had some doubts in his heart, and he was a little confused for a moment.
at the same time.
…
In the vast desert.
Xiao Sheng was covered in blood, sitting on the hill-like monster corpse, breathing heavily.
Three days and nights!
The battle lasted for three days and three nights!
Xiao Sheng looked at the big gold chain that he had broken again and felt like crying. Although he had killed this giant beast, his losses were really heavy.
"Oh, I have to give Li Zhiyong a kiss when I get back. His poison elixir saved our lives."
After resting for a while, Xiao Sheng did not dare to stay too long on the giant beast's body. He flew into the air and looked at the broken body of the big lizard for a few times, and then flew towards the area where the big lizard originally stayed.
Brother Xiao is certainly not stupid.
To be precise, if it is common sense related to slaying demons, his knowledge reserve is actually quite rich.
A monster like this that dominates the land must be territorial. As long as I find its lair, I should be able to dig out some treasures and hide nearby to practice. I don’t have to worry about being stared at by other monsters in a short period of time.
superior.
The task Laojun gave himself was to ‘survive’, which was actually quite simple.
After a while, Xiao Sheng hid in the clouds and took out his mobile phone and communication talisman.
The phone has run out of battery.
On the communication jade talisman, two green dots are still flickering gently on the edge, one in the east and one in the southwest. It is still more than a thousand miles away from direct communication. The communication jade talisman gives a simple direction.
Faintly, Xiao Sheng saw the green dot pointing east, and sometimes the outline would change slightly, indicating that there were two people there, and they should be separated occasionally.
How about four of them in twos and twos?
Xiao Sheng was suddenly a little depressed, feeling like he was a 'bad student' and was not welcome. Then he turned his depression into strength and continued to practice.
If not, just ascend directly!
"Brother, I want to be the first immortal in the team! Hahahaha!"
…
Within the endless mountains.
In an inconspicuous tree hole, Li Zhiyong transformed into a man who was more than three inches tall. Looking at the words that had been lit in gold deep in the heart of the Tao, he clicked his tongue with some unfinished meaning.
That's it, it was done in less than half a month.
Eleven-petaled lotuses floated around him.
Li Zhiyong hesitated for a moment, then formed a blue sword out of thin air.
It's still not good, Daoji still has flaws, and it won't be perfect after all.
Wait for Xiao Sheng and the squad leader. The squad leader's cultivation time is too short. It's best to accumulate more. Xiao Sheng is far from having the chance to become an immortal now, and he will have to wait at least half a year.
The green sword fell straight to his forehead.
The secret method to stabilize the education and build the foundation: Kill the Dao Realm!
…
Among the thousands of miles of blue waves.
On a peaceful fairy island, under the sky full of stars, a group of beautiful girls dressed in simple clothes were singing joyfully, hand in hand.
The plague has subsided, and thousands of people are alive.
Ao Ying and Yue Wushuang were laughing and joking here. They planned to stay here for a few days, leave some medical skills and teach the locals how to cultivate medicinal herbs, and then set off to find the three male team members to join them.
These past few months have been exhausting for them.
…
Is the night too long?
Zhou Zheng opened his eyes and looked at the faintly glowing talisman on the crack of the window, feeling a little strange in his heart.
He rummaged through the bookcase for a while, took out a replacement pair of straw sandals, and began to change them rustlingly.
The call of the bearded uncle came from the side, and it was still a quiet night outside the door.
Zhou Zheng stood up, lightly stamped his feet, and then started walking around the dilapidated Buddhist hall with his hands behind his hands.
More and more doubts filled my mind.
He vaguely sensed that something was not right here.
Lan Ruosi, Nie Xiaoqian, Ning Caichen...
Obviously, this is just a love story.
If Zhou Zheng remembers it correctly, this story is about a married man Ning Caichen, who said that I will only love my wife forever, and then he was shocked when he met Xiaoqian in Lanruo Temple.
With his guidance and the help of Yan Chixia, he killed the old bustard here and took Xiaoqian home to raise her as a 'ghost wife'.
Liaozhai, most of them are filled with these ridiculous things.
The words spoken by Xiao Jin and Xiao Yin in the main hall inside the Laojun Tai Chi Tu seemed to contain some key information.
Yes, these two boys said that Laojun selected seven places for them to practice.
In other words, this place was personally selected by Laojun, and he even visited it before.
Laojun's actions must have profound meaning.
When Laojun appeared in the villa, he once said to himself that in almost twenty years, the law of heaven would be completely revived in Yang Jian's body.
The Great Heavenly Lord is dead, and all the immortal and Buddha masters in the sky are dead and injured.
Laojun also said that the Three Friends, the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty, could no longer interfere with the affairs of the Three Realms, so he made a painstaking arrangement and sent them here.
What is the hidden meaning here?
So far, there are only seven training places in total. Do you really want to use one training place to let yourself experience the sweet love between humans and ghosts?
Yan Chixia's snoring kept ringing, and the night in Lanruo Temple seemed to be quieter.
Zhou Zheng, who was walking around, suddenly stopped and looked down at the corner next to the Buddha statue.
The chopped-off head of the Buddha statue was lying at his feet, with its back to him at the moment. The corners were also somewhat damaged, so there was nothing wrong with it.
Zhou Zheng shook his head slightly, turned and walked aside, but after taking two steps, he suddenly turned back, stepped on the Buddha statue with his left foot, and slid hard to his side, so that the head of the Buddha statue faced him.
Sudden!
Zhou Zheng's whole body was covered with chills. He seemed to hear a noise of "humai" in his ears, and bursts of chanting seemed to appear from all around.
That Buddha statue!
The delicate face of the Buddha statue!
It's him!
It’s his original appearance!
Zhou Zheng felt chills all over his body, and suddenly felt that there were an extra pair of eyes in the dim environment around him, and an inexplicable fear surged into his heart.
What's going on?
Didn’t you come to Lanruo Temple?
Several pictures flashed through my mind quickly, which were the scenes after I was sent out of the Tai Chi diagram.
I opened my eyes and stood in front of the ancient temple. In front of me was a bookcase and a stone tablet covered with vines. I swept away the vines and saw the big characters of Lanruo Temple.
"What are you doing if you don't sleep?"
From the side came an uncle with a beard complaining: "Go to bed quickly. With my Taoist priest's talisman here, those dirty things won't dare to come over."
"Hero?"
Zhou Zheng turned around and looked at the bearded uncle.
"I haven't asked for advice yet..."
"Xiao Chixia, a Taoist."
The uncle muttered, turned over, and soon began to snore again.
Zhou Zheng couldn't help but fall silent.
There was no moonlight outside the window, and there were only a few candles in the temple.
He sat cross-legged and meditated, thinking carefully for a while, then quickly turned around and walked towards the side door behind the temple, pushed the door open and walked out, startling the rough man who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
Zhou Zheng quickly stepped into the backyard, his eyes imprinted with a faint golden light, and he kept scanning around.
All have impressions.
I have an impression of the layout and scenery of this place.
Kicking open the door of a backyard dining room where the yin monastery lives, the scenery inside made Zhou Zheng's pupils shrink slightly.
"What are you doing?" The bearded uncle ran over, holding a shining long sword in his hand.
Zhou Zheng avoided him subconsciously, with a bit of vigilance in his eyes, and then, under the dumbfounded expression of the uncle, he jumped into the air.
This frail scholar crashed into the mass grave at the back of the mountain!
"Being of countless gods! Who are you!"
The bearded uncle's Adam's apple trembled, and he grabbed his back, and the sword box flew up on its own and stuck to his back.
The sword box opened, and a flying sword flew out from it. The bearded uncle staggered into the air on the flying sword, and hurriedly chased after him up the mountain. He could only vaguely see the scholar falling under a big banyan tree.
"That's...be careful! There's a demon hiding there..."
Before the uncle finished shouting, he saw the scholar's right hand raised his sword fingers, and a little sword light was coming out of his fingertips.
The big banyan tree seemed to come to life, and the branches and vines on it turned into dark ghost hands, grabbing directly at the scholar.
The scholar's figure was suspended in mid-air, with his left hand behind his back and his right hand moving forward quickly. Just a few sword lights passed by, and he tore apart the numerous ghosts and chopped them directly on the big banyan tree!
There was no gap in the trunk, but drops of dark blood flowed out from under the bark.
At this moment, there was a rumbling sound in the back mountain, and a powerful demonic aura rose into the sky, making the bearded uncle suddenly change his color.
Such a change happened too quickly.
But the scholar turned a deaf ear to the billowing evil spirit that appeared in the back mountain, and just lowered his head and rummaged under the tree.
When the bearded uncle approached, the scholar had already dug out a pile of bones and a pile of pottery altars.
"This is the urn!"
Xiao Chixia hurriedly said:
"There is red paper on it, and if you write down your birth date and last name, you can control the soul left behind by that person! It's really an evil method!"
"Well," Zhou Zheng nodded, signaling the Taoist priest not to come near, and then he pondered for a while about the urn in his hand.
Xiao Chixia looked at it from a distance and said in confusion:
"Ao Xiaoqian? Is this Taoist friend's old friend?"
Zhou Zheng smiled and said nothing.
Xiao Chixia pointed to the huge black shadow that appeared on the mountain behind: "Um, fellow Taoist, should we deal with this guy first, or run away first and summon fellow Taoists from all walks of life to come here to eliminate the demon together?"
"No need."
Zhou Zheng looked at Xiao Chixia with very sincere eyes and a bit of encouragement.
"I believe, Taoist Priest, you alone are enough to deal with this monster!"
"What?"
After Zhou Zheng finished speaking, he rose into the air and when he landed, he was back in front of the Lanruo Temple. He ignored the muddy ground and sat cross-legged in meditation.
This is the starting point of his trip.
The back mountain lit up with sword lights.
Zhou Zheng didn't look at these, he closed his eyes, concentrated, and adjusted his breathing.
Suddenly, the figure of Tang Sanzang's sister appeared in Zhou Zheng's heart, and a piece of scripture accompanied by her soft voice slowly spread in Zhou Zheng's heart.
Ah, it was those Buddhist scriptures that Sister Tang Sanzang asked me to learn in those days, but I never thought that they would come into play here.
Whether it is a Buddhist scripture or a Taoist scripture, it is a good scripture if you can find the original truth.
After a while, a shallow treasure wheel appeared behind him. This treasure wheel burst out with Buddha light like moonlight, spreading on the road in front of the ancient temple.
A fierce fight is going on in the back mountain.
Zhou Zheng's voice when reciting scriptures became faster and faster, and the Buddha's light behind him became brighter and brighter!
Words of 'swastika' floated out from his mouth, flying into the world between heaven and earth, forming shallow Buddha shadows in the air, and reciting them in all directions.
Once, twice, three times...
"Master?"
Xiaoqian in white appeared in front of Zhou Zheng and asked with confusion: "Master, what are you doing?"
Zhou Zheng didn't open his eyes, Xiaoqian walked forward slowly, suddenly a stern expression appeared on her face, and a sharp claw touched Zhou Zheng's forehead, but just as she was about to approach Zhou Zheng, her figure suddenly collapsed and turned into ashes.
Four times, five times, six times...
The Buddha's shadow above Zhou Zheng's head is almost solid.
The battle in the back mountain seemed to have come to an end. Xiao Chixia rushed over with blood all over her body. She raised her hand to grab Zhou Zheng's shoulder and shouted:
"Quickly leave! I can't deal with this old demon who has thousands of years of experience!"
But just as the bearded uncle was about to approach Zhou Zheng's shoulder, his figure collapsed silently, turning into dust and dissipating in front of Zhou Zheng's eyes.
Seven times, eight times, nine times...
Zhou Zheng opened his eyes and felt something vaguely in his heart. The ancient temple in front of him, the Buddha's shadow above his head, and the world were like folded scrolls. They were folded and stored at the same time, turning into a jewel, suspended in front of him.
It was pitch black all around, the sky above was full of stars, and the dry earth was beneath him.
Zhou Zheng did not move, his eyes looked neither sad nor happy, and he said:
"The other shore described in the Buddhist Heart Sutra is not in the Buddha's land or in bliss, but in one's own heart.
“What I have seen before is nothing but the projection of the heart, and what I have heard before is nothing but the direction of the heart.
"If you think about it, several of my teammates are also trapped in this orb."
Behind the orb, a vague figure of a woman with colorful rays of light slowly appeared, with a clam shell under her feet, she lowered her head and sighed softly:
"After all, the image of the heart is nothing but illusion. I have passed away. I just want to see a dream. Are you not willing to give it to me?"
Just as Zhou Zheng was about to speak, some realization came to his heart.
She is the female ghost that Laojun wants to find for himself.
A dead mythical beast.
Mirage.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.