Wang Zhe doesn't need to go down the mountain to confirm whether the evil spirit is alive or dead, because "The Impermanence of Yin and Yang" has already given feedback.
The man-eating monster is dead.
In the mountains a hundred miles away, there is a Taoist temple. There are two Taoist priests in the Taoist temple. One is over seventy years old, as thin as firewood, and his skin is as dry as old tree bark.
A man in his twenties, his face was a little pale, and he looked very tired.
"It's already this hour, why hasn't he come yet?" The old man's voice was a little hoarse, like a leaky window.
"Master, should I go and take a look?"
"He is at least five hundred miles away from here. There are wolves, tigers, leopards, mountain spirits and ghosts in the mountains, and so on."
They waited for one day, two days, three days, but the person they were waiting for had not come yet.
"He's not here yet. If you stay here, I'll go take a look."
"Yes, Master."
The Taoist walked out of the Taoist temple and looked up at the sky.
The sun is very bright, a little too bright. It’s a good day.
Walk,
The Taoist pinched his fingers and recited the incantation, and a fierce wind blew up. He jumped on the spot, and then he jumped into the air. He soared up and reached the mid-air. The wind lifted him and flew towards the west.
After flying in the middle for a while, hey, he suddenly let out an exclamation.
He felt a rich and extraordinary spiritual energy.
"How come there is such a strong spiritual energy here? Could it be that there is some kind of treasure?" He was surprised. He fell from the sky and stood on a big tree, staring at the mountain in front of him.
Recalling the news about this mountain. Although he has not gone down the mountain for a long time, this place is still somewhat familiar. He has been there more than once before, and he never remembers that there were any treasures here.
"I remember that no one should be practicing on this mountain."
After a little hesitation, he decided to go up the mountain to have a look.
He cast the spell again and floated into the air. Not long after, he arrived at the cave where Wang Zhe practiced.
The first thing that catches the eye is a peach tree. The top of the tree is covered with peaches. The green-purple peaches don't look fully ripe yet, but they are already very tempting.
"Here, spiritual fruit?" The Taoist looked surprised and stared at the peach tree, his eyes full of greed.
He took one step to the peach tree and before he could get close, a sudden roar shook his soul.
A dog stopped in front of him.
"Is this a spiritual beast?" the Taoist priest stared at the native dog.
Wang Zhe, who heard the sound, came out of the cave with a scripture in his hand. It looked ordinary.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, I have met my Taoist friend Jingheng."
"Hello." Wang Zhe smiled.
"Has this fellow Taoist only come to this mountain recently?" Taoist Jingheng asked tentatively.
"Well, I came here not long ago." Wang Zhe nodded.
"No wonder, I never noticed you when I passed by here before." The Taoist priest said with a smile, looking very kind.
"What do you call fellow Taoist?"
"Wang Zhe."
"Pindao is practicing at Qingfeng Temple, a hundred miles away. Fellow Taoists are welcome to visit."
"Okay." Wang Zhe smiled after hearing this.
The Taoist priest Jingheng had a few words with Wang Zhe and then said goodbye and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute." Wang Zhe called out to him.
"I happen to be free now."
"Oh?!" The Taoist priest was stunned after hearing this, and then a smile appeared on his face.
"That's a coincidence. It's better to choose a day than to hit the sun. Today is not as good as this time. How about we go to Qingfeng Temple now to talk about it?"
"Very good." Wang Zhe smiled and nodded.
"please."
After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he recited the magic formula, and then the wind blew up. He jumped into the air, and he flew up. When he was in mid-air, he did not forget to look back at Wang Zhe.
I saw Wang Zhe just like him, reciting mantras and walking in the wind, nodding secretly.
"It doesn't look like your cultivation is very advanced."
He took Wang Zhe to fly a hundred miles, over mountains and ridges, and arrived at a Taoist temple.
Wang Zhe once took a look at this Taoist temple from a distance. The mountain peak it is located on is considered to be extraordinary and a treasure.
If it hadn't been for this Taoist temple, maybe he would have chosen this place.
"This is the Taoist temple where poor Taoists practice."
The Taoist temple is not big, but it is very clean.
There is a cypress tree in the yard, with lush branches and leaves.
After they entered the Taoist temple, a young Taoist priest soon came forward.
"Master."
"This is my disciple, Yun Mu, and this is a fellow Taoist practicing on the mountain a hundred miles away."
"Senior." Yunmu saluted Wang Zhe.
"Go and prepare spiritual tea. I want to entertain this fellow Taoist."
"Yes, Master."
"Fellow Taoist, please."
Taoist Master Jingheng invited Wang Zhe to sit down at the stone table in the courtyard.
Yunmu retreated, and after a while he came to the yard with a pot of tea.
"I wonder where my fellow Taoist practiced before?"
"Traveling around the world, I have no fixed place to live." Wang Zhe said, "I passed by that mountain peak and saw the extraordinary aura there, so I settled there."
"It is indeed extraordinary, and it even has a rare spiritual root." Taoist Jingheng sighed.
Spiritual roots?
Taoist priest Yunmu on the side moved his ears after hearing this.
He once heard his master mention that spiritual roots are rare spiritual objects between heaven and earth. They can attract the spiritual energy around them and produce spiritual fruits, which have unexpected benefits for practitioners.
Master and disciple have been practicing in this mountain for many years, but they have only found one tree.
And that spiritual root already had an owner, so he heard his master sigh more than once.
The first time Master met this fellow Taoist, he invited him over for tea. This was not in line with Master’s cautious habit, so the spiritual tea I got must be right...
"Which magical power does my fellow Taoist cultivate?"
"Practice as you like." Wang Zhe said with a smile.
"Please have some tea."
"Thank you." Wang Zhe picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The tea was fragrant and mellow in the mouth.
“Good tea.”
"If fellow Taoist likes it, I will give some to you later." Taoist Master Na Jingheng said.
"Thank you."
"There, we are practicing together in this thousand-mile Qinchuan River. It is fate that we meet."
At this time, a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a faint fragrance. It smelled very good, like the fragrance of flowers or meat.
"What does this smell like?"
"Oh, there is an osmanthus plant in the Taoist temple, right in the backyard."
"Osmanthus, it has a unique taste." Wang Zhe said with a smile.
"Is there any special hidden disease in the body of fellow Taoist?" Wang Zhe stared at Jing Heng in front of him. Hearing these words, Jing Heng's arms shook.
"My Taoist friends noticed that something went wrong in my practice in the early years." Jing Heng sighed. "The path of practice is too difficult. If you are not careful, decades of cultivation will be wasted."
From the tone of voice and the expression on his face, he seemed to have experienced a very painful past.
"So you took the wrong path?"
Wang Zhe's light words sounded like a thunder to Jing Heng, and he was stunned instantly.
"You, you, what are you talking nonsense about? We, the master and the disciple, have been meditating in this mountain for many years and reciting Huang Ting every day. Why are you talking about this evil way?!"
"I invited you to Qingfeng Temple with good intentions, why are you so ignorant?" Taoist priest Jing Heng suddenly changed his face.
"Are you angry? Are you talking about your pain points?" Wang Zhe looked at him calmly.
From the first time he saw Jingheng, Wang Zhe felt that something was wrong with his aura. His face was full of kindness, but there was a faint cold air about him.
There was something wrong with his eyes. When he looked at the peach tree in front of the cave, greed flashed across his eyes.
A monk has a pure heart and few desires. If he really recited Huang Ting's words quietly every day, sincerely practiced Taoism, and followed the right path, he shouldn't have that kind of look in his eyes.
"Is there something wrong with this tea?" Wang Zhe pointed to the tea cup.
He could tell at a glance that the tea was poisonous, so he didn't drink it at all just now. He just pretended that the tea in it was moved to other places by his magical powers.
"This is the spiritual tea in the mountains. What's the problem? You are not welcome here. Please leave immediately!" Taoist Master Jingheng stood up directly.
"The tea is poisonous, are you ready to take action?" Wang Zhe's expression remained calm.
Jing Heng's old face twitched a few times, and she stared at Wang Zhe. Her eyes were dark and scary.
"Why, you haven't done anything yet?"
The more he said this, the darker Jingheng's face became, just staring at Wang Zhe. His disciple didn't know when he had come around behind Wang Zhe.
The two masters and disciples surrounded Wang Zhe.
"Do it!"
Taoist priest Jingheng suddenly shouted loudly, raised his hand and a green light went straight to Wang Zhe's forehead.
The disciple behind him, Yun Mu, held an ancient sword with pine patterns in his hand and cut off Wang Zhe's head.
Buzz, the master and the disciple only saw a flash of light, and all the magic weapons they used were gone.
When I looked carefully, I saw that it had fallen to the ground.
What Taoist Master Jingheng used just now was a jade Ruyi.
"You, who exactly are you?!"
Taoist Master Jing Heng and his disciples were both stunned, and each took a few steps back at the same time.
"It's true that master and disciple are in perfect harmony!" Wang Zhe said with a smile.
"You shouldn't have murderous intentions towards me because of that peach tree, right?" Sitting on the stone bench, he stared at Taoist Master Jingheng.
"It's true that Taoist Taoist was obsessed for a moment. I hope fellow Taoist friends can forgive me!" Taoist Master Jingheng's face suddenly changed, revealing an expression of regret.
"Ha, this face changed so quickly!" Wang Zhe couldn't help but admired when he saw this.
He has met some monks over the years. Their cultivation is not very advanced, but their acting skills are really top-notch, which makes him ashamed.
The Jing Heng in front of me can be regarded as a rare shameless person among them.
Wang Zhe suddenly raised his hand and saw the Buddha's light light up.
Buddha pointed his finger,
Jingheng had a spiritual protective body on his body, which then collapsed.
A jade pendant on his body broke into pieces and fell to the ground, while a talisman turned into ashes.
The protective magic weapon was broken, and the hidden aura on his body was released.
Evil and cold, his aura was hidden by the magic weapon on his body, but some imperfections leaked out, and Wang Zhe noticed it.
"With such a strong evil spirit, what kind of magic did you practice, and how many people did you harm?"
"Now that you have discovered it, we can only fight to the death!"
Taoist Priest Jingheng's body suddenly made a series of noises, like fried beans, and then his skinny body suddenly rose up, eight feet, ten feet,
At the same time, his body became extremely strong, and the Taoist robe he wore outside his body was broken to pieces.
But in an instant, he turned into a green-faced and fanged monster, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body.
When his disciple saw this scene, his face showed horror, and he quickly took a few steps back.
"Don't run!" When Jing Heng saw his disciple trying to run away, he roared, his voice sounding like a broken gong.
"Master, you, you..." Yunmu's expression became very frightened.
The last time the master was like this, he devoured his junior brother directly.
"Monster, it's true that you are hiding in the deep mountains to practice cultivation. Are you planning to become a demon here?"
"You talk too much!" The Taoist priest stretched out his tongue more than two feet long and licked the teeth that were densely packed like knives.
The demonic aura emanating from his body was undisguised, and the temperature in the entire Taoist temple immediately dropped sharply, as if it had entered the twelfth lunar month in the middle of winter.
puff,
Just when the demon was about to take action, his head suddenly exploded.
The terrifying demonic aura dissipated from his body in a very short time.
The sun shines into the yard.
Jingheng fell on his back.
Dead, dead?!
Yun Mu, who was trembling with fear, was stunned.
It was so simple, Yun Danfengqing, he didn't even see clearly, his most revered master died.
"Come on, let's talk."
Wang Zhe turned around and looked at him. Yunmu knelt down on the ground with a thud and told everything he knew.
They came to this deep part of Qinchuan forty-five years ago. Their intentions were very good and they hoped to find a secluded place to practice Taoism.
His master, Taoist Master Jing Heng, indeed had a special skill, and he found such a treasured place suitable for practice in the mountains.
There was no problem at first. The five masters and disciples built a Taoist temple in the mountain and practiced there.
Thirty-five years ago, they accidentally discovered a sealed cave behind a Taoist temple.
There was another withered skeleton in the cave, and you could tell it was a monk who once practiced here.
There is a vaguely special magic weapon beside the withered bones, and a very special practice method is carved on the wall.
It is not a righteous mental method, but a method of cultivating demons using ginseng.
At the beginning, his master wanted to destroy the evil technique, but when he saw that those who practiced it could live for a thousand years, or even longer, his master hesitated.
After thinking about it for a long time, I finally decided not to destroy it.
But I didn't expect that Yunmu's senior brother actually practiced that skill secretly.
Discovered by Taoist Master Jing Heng, the two masters and disciples fought each other. Although it was Jing Heng who won in the end, he killed his eldest disciple, but he was also seriously injured and his foundation was damaged.
Twenty years ago, Taoist Master Jingheng felt that he could not progress further in his cultivation and that his life was approaching.
Under the threat of death, he finally decided to practice the evil technique.
So he became possessed by a demon and got in touch with a demon practicing farther away in Qinchuan. He would invite that demon to come every year at this time.
Because the demon is not an ordinary demon, but comes from Mount Buhan and is proficient in the method of alchemy. Every time he comes, he will bring three elixirs to his master in exchange for the spiritual tea here.
The tea that Wang Zhe drank just now was indeed poisoned.