Of course, surrendering to a sect is far from simple. A little respect is only a prerequisite, and the specific conditions must be discussed with Ling Feng and Taoist Qingyun.
Therefore, the two just chatted for a few words. Lu Zihao then attracted a middle-aged man wearing a blue Taoist robe and possessing the spirit of an immortal. Lu Zihao followed him with a respectful expression. It was obvious that this man was his master, Taoist Qingyun.
Ling Feng glanced at Taoist Qingyun and secretly sensed with his spiritual power that this person's Qi and blood were a little weak. It seemed that his injuries had not healed yet, but there was a very pure and thick Pure Yang Qi in his body.
It's not far away. No wonder the Iron Sword Sect is eager to take action. If he can break through the realm of refining the orifice, and then exchange the sect's heritage for spiritual pills and transform them into cultivation, his strength will definitely increase by leaps and bounds.
Taoist Qingyun was also sizing up Ling Feng, and at the same time using his spiritual power to perceive, he suddenly felt a majestic and vast power of blood, like a wild giant elephant in human form, which could crush him with just one kick. Qingyun
The Taoist's expression changed, and he quickly withdrew his mind, thinking secretly in his heart, this man's energy and blood are overwhelming, and his martial arts skills are truly terrifying, and he is indeed worthy of his reputation!
At this time, Ling Feng smiled faintly, pulled out the Cold Dragon Sword, and said, "Brother Qingyun, do you think the sword in my hand is sharp?"
The body of the Cold Dragon Sword is as crystal clear as snow and exudes an astonishing cold air. It is obviously not an ordinary high-grade weapon.
Taoist Qingyun's spiritual power penetrated the sword, and he immediately saw a dragon that was more than thirty meters long and covered with white crystal dragon scales. The dragon breathed out a mouthful of white cold air, and his mental vision suddenly became dark, but it was
That ray of spiritual power was frozen. He looked shocked and said: "Jiaolong Essence, this is a magic weapon!"
With such a terrifying body, coupled with an extremely sharp magic weapon, no wonder it was able to kill Bai Zhenwei and Liu Hanfeng! Taoist Qingyun began to make up his own mind, and the image of Ling Feng in his mind was much taller again, and he was in awe.
Ling Feng said calmly: "Brother Qingyun, do you have any other conditions to negotiate now?"
Taoist Qingyun's heart trembled and he hurriedly said: "No more!"
The purpose of his sword is, firstly, to show his strength and show that it can protect him; secondly, it is to warn you, don't be careful, otherwise my sword can protect you, but it can also kill you!
Taoist Qingyun understood the second point and did not dare to raise any more conditions. Moreover, his goal had been achieved. Tie Zhengyang, the leader of the Iron Sword Sect, was only ranked 167th on the list of people. But he was ranked seventh.
Seventeenth-ranking Bai Zhenwei died at the hands of Ling Feng, so Tie Zhengyang would definitely not dare to trouble him again.
After a while, Ling Feng invited the old monk Yuantong, and with him as a witness, Ling Feng and Taoist Qingyun signed a contract. This surrender is similar to forming an alliance. There must be a formal document to determine the interests of both parties. The contract is a copy.
Two copies, signed by Ling Feng, Yuantong and Qingyun.
The contract between Ling Feng and Taoist Qingyun was only for twenty years. Twenty years later, the Qingyang Sect regained its freedom. At that time, Taoist Qingyun must have been able to cultivate his skills and be independent enough to stand on his own.
This deed does not guarantee that Taoist Qingyun will not betray, but if Taoist Qingyun betrays, Ling Feng holds the deed and destroys the Qingyang Sect, which is justified and the court cannot stop him. This is the rightful name and cannot be ignored.
After signing the contract, Taoist Qingyun led a group of disciples to come to see him.
There were about twenty or thirty people, including Lu Zihao and Qiu Yunxi.
A group of people clasped their fists at the same time and said: "See you, Lord!"
From this moment on, they are Ling Feng's subordinates and work for him.
Ling Feng took a glance and found that there were only twenty-six people. He looked a little disappointed and said: "Master Qingyun, the noble sect was once the leader of the sects in Qingyang County. How come it has withered so much?"
Taoist Qingyun looked a little embarrassed, and then smiled bitterly and said: "Originally, my sect was protected by the county governor, and there were more than a hundred people in the sect. But a few days ago, the county governor's term was up, and he transferred to another county. Guo Jinxiong, the elder of the Iron Sword sect, came to bully me.
, there was a big commotion, people's hearts were scattered, and everyone went their separate ways. Now there are only about twenty people left, but they are all elites of the sect and they will definitely be able to serve the Lord!"
Ling Feng suddenly realized, no wonder the Qingyang Sect has been able to sustain itself until now despite its decline.
Immediately, Taoist Qingyun introduced everyone briefly. In addition to Taoist Qingyun, there were also three elders among the twenty-six people, namely Taoist Qingyun's wife Wang Lanfeng and his two junior brothers Zhao Qingfeng, Liu Qingxu. Wang Lanfeng and Zhao Qingfeng.
They were all in the early stages of innate cultivation, but Liu Qingxu only had the ultimate acquired cultivation level. Most of the other disciples were warriors in the internal force realm, and only five of them were warriors in the true energy realm. They were really useless!
Fortunately, Ling Feng didn't care about their fighting prowess. He just smiled lightly and said, "Since you have joined my army, I will naturally make the decision for you. You guys have a good rest today and recharge your batteries. You can follow me to find the Iron Man tomorrow."
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"Thank you, Lord!"
Taoist Qingyun and others clasped their fists and said goodbye, then left together.
At this time, Ling Feng already had a specific plan in mind. However, Taoist Qingyun and his team could only build up their momentum. He alone would inevitably be a bit lonely. Fortunately, there was a ready candidate.
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A moment later, inside a Zen room.
Kujie sat cross-legged on a futon, and old monk Yuantong also sat cross-legged on the futon opposite him, holding a white relic in one hand and touching Kujie's eyebrows with the other.
Next to him, Ling Feng was holding a cold dragon sword to protect the law.
At this time, in the sea of consciousness between Kujie's brows, his soul condensed into a golden body of Dharma. But strangely, the golden body was entangled with gray-black aura, constantly flowing, eroding his golden body. Buddhist View
Thinking exercises can often borrow the pure power of the Bodhisattvas and Arhats they visualize, so they are the best way to restrain inner demons.
However, the golden body of the Dharma image visualized by Kujia is not any Bodhisattva Arhat, but Vajra Venerable, the founder of the sect of Mahavajra Temple. However, Vajra Venerable himself has not ascended through the sky and entered reincarnation, so naturally he cannot borrow it.
Half strength.
Fortunately, Monk Yuantong's mental power has turned into golden Buddha's light and fallen on his golden body, constantly purifying the inner demons and evil thoughts on his golden body. It made a sizzling sound, and a little bit of black smoke rose up, turning into a human face, on the golden body.
Dissolving in the light of Buddha.
But for some reason, every time the purification is completed, there will still be a gray-black aura growing from the golden body, endlessly.
This is also the reason why Monk Yuantong's three years of hard work has not been completely purified. Fortunately, at this time, the holy monk's relics were in his hand. He used the Buddhist heart method to activate them. The relics in his hands suddenly bloomed with golden light, and the golden Buddha power was attracted by him and merged into it.
Kujie’s eyebrows.
The relic power of the Wuzong-level holy monk is so vast that it quickly purifies the black energy of the golden body of the sea of suffering and precepts.
However, when the Buddha's power in the holy monk's relics was exhausted and the golden light dissipated, there was still a faint black energy flowing around Ku Jie Jin's body.
Monk Yuantong's face changed drastically, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but his heart was trembling, he had a sure answer in front of that murderous man.
At this moment, Ling Feng also pointed a finger, and a golden light burst out from his fingertips, rushing into Monk Kujie's sea of consciousness, turning into a five-clawed golden dragon, rushing into Monk Kujie's golden body, and quickly purifying the remaining demonic thoughts.
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After a moment, Ling Feng let go of his hand.
Kujie and Yuantong also opened their eyes and stood up to thank each other.
Ling Feng glanced at Yuantong coldly, looked at Kujie, and said, "How?"
Monk Kujie smiled and said: "I feel more relaxed than ever before. It should be completely eliminated."
After hearing this, Ling Feng took out a Holy Lotus Pill and handed it over. After he took it, he took another bottle of Jingyuan Pill and said, "Recover well and come work with me tomorrow!"