The fat man in front of me who calls himself Cui Jue is not an ordinary ghost. Maybe he is not a ghost?
He didn't feel a hint of coldness from the fat man, and his mind was racing to think of a way to escape. Zhang Wenfeng pretended to be surprised and said: "My cultivation level is not worth mentioning, so how can He De be in charge of the Zhenhun Hall to succeed the judge?"
Please ask Judge Cui to recruit Gao Ming, so as not to delay the important matter due to heavy entrustment."
Judge Cui put down the white jade tea cup and said: "Time waits for us not. Mr. Zhang has doubts in his heart. I can answer them one by one. The position of judge of Zhenhun Hall must be yours. Otherwise, it will cause great disasters that will endanger the world and cause devastation to all living beings."
Even if I leave, I will feel uneasy."
Zhang Wenfeng heard how upright and awe-inspiring the other party was, and it was difficult to associate the fat man who had always yelled and wanted to "eat you" with compassion and compassion. Since the other party could solve his doubts, he was not polite to ask for some clarification.
So far, he could not see any hostility or malice from Judge Cui towards him.
He sees people and things with his own "Taoist heart" and rarely makes mistakes.
"I would like to ask Judge Cui how to determine at a glance that Zhang is qualified for the position of judge?"
Judge Cui raised an index finger and said with a smile: "It's very simple. You have the 'Yin Soldier Talisman' on you. Before those old guys left, they made an agreement with me that when the guard period expires, there will be people holding the 'Yin Soldier Talisman' token."
If a Taoist priest comes to take over, then I will have to wait."
Zhang Wenfeng put his right hand on the black cloth bag, and the small stone figurine in the bottle stood silently and silently. The color was much darker than before. He really didn't know that this stone figurine could not only be used as a substitute for death, but also be used as a token?
It is recorded in the classics that some monks with great supernatural powers were proficient in the art of deduction and divination. It was later discovered that five hundred years would not be difficult.
But the price of spying on the secrets of heaven is not small, and there are gains and losses.
There is no good thing about taking advantage.
He didn't fully believe Judge Cui's words. When his supernatural power reached a certain level, it was not impossible to detect the contents of his unsealed bottles. He was half-convinced and continued to ask: "Those two human monks have evil thoughts in their hearts. What if
Judge Cui is behind the plot to frame me, right?"
"Haha, you can see that I am not good at deceiving people. I just amplified their greed and evil thoughts a little bit. 'The righteousness is within, and the evil from outside cannot invade'. In the final analysis, their mental state is not cultivated enough.
If they fail to pass the test, they will die early and be reincarnated. No, if they fall into the hands of me, their chances of reincarnation are slim."
"them?"
Zhang Wenfeng repeated the two words and instantly understood that the man on top of Yijian Gorge had also suffered.
Judge Cui was making an invisible demonstration against him.
"Since they don't cherish the opportunity to be human, then they can become ghosts."
Judge Cui smiled kindly. Looking at this Taoist priest who refused to eat or drink, he was deeply impressed. If a third-order or fourth-order monk had faced him in this situation, he would probably not be able to maintain this dignity.
No matter how sweaty it is.
He could tell that the other party was calm and truly not afraid of him.
I can’t guess where the little Taoist priest got his confidence?
Zhang Wenfeng pretended not to understand the other person's verbal hints. He still had questions to ask, and said: "At around three o'clock last night, the one who communicated with me was you?"
The existence of the judge who did not remember "who I am" was no different from the living person in front of him. Why didn't he feel that he was the same? The voice was too vague and erratic at the time, and he couldn't distinguish it through the sound. It was purely intuition.
The smile on Judge Cui's face slowly solidified, and his whole person faded and became transparent before disappearing from his eyes.
Can't this question be asked?
Or violated some taboo?
Zhang Wenfeng stood up vigilantly, and the soft light in the hall suddenly went out. He couldn't see his fingers, his feet were no longer on the ground, the sound of fighting suddenly came, and there were shadowy figures fighting everywhere.
The feeling of Xinji followed, and he used Jiugong Step to dodge to the side without even thinking about it.
"Boom", a ball of crimson magical flames fell on the place where he had just stood, and the flying sparks "bang bang" hit Zhang Wenfeng who ran a few feet away. The dark green light patterns rotated rapidly, resolving the inevitable disaster.
The huge impact force knocked Zhang Wenfeng more than ten feet away.
If he hadn't been protected by the magic weapon of the Condensing Disc, he would have been hit so hard that he had to use the Death Ghost Talisman.
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly drew his sword, what the hell was going on? He was confused.
He recited the scripture silently, and the scene in front of him became clearer.
In the distance, there were countless figures dressed as Taoist priests flying in the air, joining forces with monks in high crowns and Confucian robes, and fighting with various guys wearing animal heads and facial patterns. The fight was fierce. He saw something towering in the clouds further away...
The gods, armed with huge weapons, engage in a life-and-death battle with the Taoist monks who release the Dharma.
This is a reappearance of the battlefield from more than five hundred years ago!
It should be the last battle between Taoist cultivators and Confucian cultivators against witch cultivators, which took place in the Qianluo Mountains.
Zhang Wenfeng could not stand firmly in the invisible evil spirit and bloody aura, and was often staggered by the turbulent aftermath. He roughly understood that it was Judge Cui who could create a small world, or someone who asked him to take over as judge.
kind of test.
He really couldn't laugh or cry. When did he agree?
Isn’t this just trying to catch a duck?
Seeing each figure being shattered into pieces under the devastating spell or sword light, he was frightened and looked around, trying to find a safe place to hide.
With his low level of cultivation, the aftermath alone was enough for him to endure. If he was hit head-on, the newly repaired magic weapon condensing disk might not be able to protect his life. It is very possible that he fell and the magic weapon was intact, and he couldn't bear it.
Attack with great force.
This fatal test cannot be taken lightly.
That fat man with a smile, is he afraid that what he wants is the stone figurine in his bottle, and his life and death are irrelevant?
Another ball of spell aftermath hit him so fast that Zhang Wenfeng, who was drifting deep in the evil aura, couldn't avoid it at all. He could only pour wood energy into the condensing disc like crazy, and his body glowed brightly, "booming", and dots of blue light splashed.
The dark green light pattern resisted the attack of ice fragments, and Zhang Wenfeng was knocked down more than ten feet.
The skin and clothes were covered with extremely cold ice crystals that spread all over the body.
He desperately stirred up the wood fire in his body to resolve the siege of the residual cold from the attack and resist the invasion of ice crystals.
It was so cold that it penetrated his heart, and he was so cold that he couldn't bear to call out "Mo Ye".
Last night he wanted to talk to Mo Ye about the ghost noises at the bottom of the canyon, but Mo Ye deliberately distracted him with words. Looking back now, Mo Ye was giving him some kind of hint that he could only understand.
He must persevere and not seek help when encountering a fatal difficulty.
Now that Mo Ye is gone, who can he turn to for help?
You have to solve everything by yourself!
Although he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or entering some kind of reality, he took it as real for the time being. The wood fire melted and dissolved the ice crystals little by little. He silently recited the first chapter of the Tao Sutra in his heart, and there was an invisible golden light on his body over and over again.
wash away.
It felt like the influence of the invisible evil energy nearby was a little weaker on him.
The skin on my body still feels numb and painful.
After finally melting the remaining cold ice crystals, a cloud of water droplets exploded in the distance. Thousands of dust-like water droplets flew towards him like a roaring mist.
It was really a fight between gods and mortals that suffered. Four thorn-hook wire vine seeds appeared in Zhang Wenfeng's hand. He recited scriptures and cast the Tangled Roots spell. The four copper-coin-thick vines swung several times, entangling his whole body almost airtightly.
"Green Gourd Sword Fairy"
This is the last resort. Use wood-elevation magical attacks to resist this wave of water-elements attacks and slow down his protective magic weapon.
The huge vine was instantly riddled with holes, and the two-color light pattern blooming from the protective magic weapon bounced away all the remaining water droplets. He could hold on for as long as he could.
Thinking of ways to break the situation, the fat man put him on the battlefield. What purpose did he have besides a test?
The itching and pins and needles sensation on my skin became more and more severe.
He couldn't delay for long, his body was too weak to withstand the all-pervasive evil aura of the battlefield, and a loud roar pierced the air in the distance.
Breaking free from the withered vines, Zhang Wenfeng felt numb all over and looked at a bright sword light on the horizon, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, heading in his direction.
At this moment, he was so shocked that he didn't even have the thought to move, his mind was almost blank, and he stood upright without even listening to his brain.
The world seemed to have fallen into deathly silence because of this powerful sword.
A huge divine figure bore the brunt of the attack and was unable to dodge, and was blown to pieces under the sword light.
The sword light seemed to pierce the void, and countless twisted ripples appeared in the darkness.
"Who are you? You are not Judge Cui!"
Zhang Wenfeng shouted with all his strength.
He suddenly understood that it was another existence that "didn't remember who he was" that was causing trouble!
Judge Cui is not the only one in the Zhenhun Hall, there is another person in charge.
The sword's light was extremely brilliant, and he watched as it passed through his body. The short moment seemed like ten thousand years, leaving behind a huge wave that stirred up the sea of consciousness, but his whole body was completely unscathed.
In the cracked darkness, there is a stretching mountain peak below, cracked in half.