In the sky above Tingfeng Rock, a donkey carried a sick mountain badger, and from time to time, it poked its head to look at the cold and cold canyon below.
It became more and more restless. Not long after the viewer went down, Bian Zhengfeng, who was lying curled up on the rocks and restrained, suddenly rolled and fell into the canyon, so fast that the donkey could not react.
All it saw was that Bian Zhengfeng's final expression was terrifying. His eyes turned white and almost protruded from his sockets, and his face turned blue and purple. It was as if invisible fingers were pinching his neck and he couldn't call for help. It was a sign of despair that he was constantly dying and unable to struggle.
He watched helplessly as Bian Zhengfeng hit the rock on the side like a stone, making a dull sound before hitting the other side of the rock wall.
The flesh and blood bodies collided all the way, and soon became broken pieces.
The donkey chased down ten feet at a high speed, and a mist suddenly rolled up from the bottom up. It used the thunderbolt technique and struck several lightning bolts, unable to shake it. It sniffed the ghostly black mist, and saw that it was about to be surrounded from both sides.
In the mist, it had to carry the mountain badger back into the air.
The temple owner is good at catching ghosts and saving them. He has witnessed the scene where the temple owner rescued ghosts as numerous as migratory locusts in Guizailing. Previously, it was not too worried, thinking that the temple owner happened to find a nest of hidden ghosts and was trying to save the ghosts.
With the master's ability, it won't be long before he gets better.
As time slowly passed, the sun shifted to the point where it was now setting in the west, and the viewer still could not be seen coming out of the deep valley below.
It wandered around anxiously. It wanted to return to the state city several times to find Yun Qiuhe to move reinforcements, but it restrained itself again and again, fearing that it would ruin the Guanzhu's affairs. After all, two large sect monks died under their noses, although it was not by their own hands.
Killing, not only cannot the temple owner explain clearly, but it may bring big trouble to the temple owner and the Fairy Spirit Temple.
When yellow mud falls into your crotch, it is either feces or feces.
It cautiously flew down the canyon several times, but was driven away by the ghost energy halfway through. It was almost trapped by the insidious ghost energy twice.
At this point, the donkey couldn't bear it any longer, raised its voice and brayed a few times, and flew away to the north.
In the dusk, the autumn wind is bleak and the yellow leaves are falling.
The donkey was so frightened that he had nowhere to say anything desolate.
The mountain badger gently combed the hair on the donkey's back with its paws to calm the donkey's father's uneasiness.
The donkey suddenly remembered that there was still a pack of evidence in its basket, so it turned back and threw the tattered basket into the increasingly gloomy canyon. Even if it was killed, it would not admit that it had anything to do with those two damn thieves.
It believes that the viewer will be fine and is just trapped by a group of ghosts.
Fly to the north again.
"Lv Zijin, come back!"
A black shadow floated down from the crack in the canyon to the top of the rock and gave a soft drink.
"Guanzhu... you are here, I am really worried..."
Hearing the familiar voice, the donkey felt excited. It was so happy that it suddenly swung its hips in the air and turned around, almost throwing the mountain badger on its back. Fortunately, the mountain badger held on to two tufts of fur tightly, causing its tail and body to float in the air.
Wandering.
"Hey, that's not right, you are not the master of the temple!... You dare to pretend to be the master of the temple!"
Donkey, who was overjoyed and frightened, looked at a figure surrounded by mist standing on the rock seven or eight feet below, and was hit by more than ten lightning bolts.
It smelled a strong ghost aura and cold aura, with not much of the aura of the temple master in it.
No, the master of the temple is possessed by a ghost, and the thunder technique can drive away the ghosts.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and scolded: "Lv Zijin, you have an itchy skin, you need to clean it up, right? Even the temple master is beaten."
Dark blue and green light ripples appeared on his body, easily deflecting the lightning struck by the donkey.
Rays of lightning twisted and leaked into the ground beneath their feet.
The mountain badger stood firm on the donkey's back, kicked off its limbs, and pounced straight down.
Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to catch the cheerful mountain badger that was making "uh squeak" noises. He put the badger on the ground and turned it over to scratch it. He glanced at the donkey that was landing and said, "You also said that you have a great nose. Let me see, your nose is
His abilities are not as good as those of Lu Huan."
"Uh... I'm just being cautious and afraid that you will suffer a loss, Master, so I'm here to help you."
When the donkey saw the guardian emitting a protective light pattern, he knew that he had made a mistake. It was a treasure driven by vitality and wood energy. Even if it was possessed by a sneaky person, it would not be able to avoid it. It was impossible to use it. He quickly turned it away and let it go.
On the topic of Donkey Face, he asked: "Master, the aura on your body...are you in trouble?"
Even if familiar people saw it, they would not dare to recognize the viewer.
The ghost spirit of the viewer is so pure that no extra makeup is needed to dress up as a ghost, and everyone is guaranteed to scream when he goes out.
He stepped forward and lightly tapped the rock with his hoof, which frightened the mountain badger into getting up and sneaking away.
Zhang Wenfeng clapped his hands, stood up, and said with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "You take Lu Huan back. I have to stay here for a while. Some things have not been resolved from beginning to end. There are some troubles, but the problem is not big."
He took out a letter and a brochure from his sleeves, put some banknotes and items in the bag, and tied it to the donkey's back.
"I wrote a letter to Second Senior Brother and Senior Sister Yue. Please go back and ask them about the specific matter. You can practice this book "The Five Thunder Techniques of Jiuxiao Mountain Photography". Remember, cultivation is the foundation, and you should sharpen your mind."
Zhang Wenfeng patted the donkey's back and said with some worry: "I will definitely not be able to go back at the end of this month. Senior sister wants to break through. There are flaws in her character. I am worried that she will not be able to pass the test in her heart..."
He stopped and said that it was inappropriate to say more. If he could go back, he might have some tricks up his sleeve.
The donkey asked: "Is there any way I can help her?"
"Heart problems need to be treated with heart medicine. Forget it, don't tell her this, lest you become timid before fighting. Let her break through on her own. Even if she fails to break through the situation the first time, there will be opportunities in the future to let her know the flaws.
It's not a bad thing, it will be solved sooner or later, sooner rather than later."
Zhang Wenfeng also figured out that he couldn't help his fellow students solve everything.
He waved his hand and told the donkey and mountain badger to go back quickly.
He can't stay outside for much longer.
The donkey saw that the ghost energy was surging in the body of the temple master and his breath was unstable, so he shouted hurriedly: "Master temple, can I come here to see you often?"
"Choose night time, come once a month at most, and don't let anyone see you."
Zhang Wenfeng left a few words, flew down into the canyon, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The donkey felt lost. It seemed that the trouble the viewer had encountered was not small, which made him worried. Could it be that he was responding to the old lame man's famous saying: "If you often walk by the river, how can your shoes not get wet?"
Ah bah bah, good luck and good fortune... Guanzhu has auspicious signs, people and heaven, everything will be fine.
Carrying the mountain badger on its back, it quickly flew into the western night.
No one mentioned the two thieves who fell into the canyon and were shattered to pieces. They were no longer worth mentioning.
Zhang Wenfeng returned to the bottom of the back valley again and looked around at the small world of the Soul-Calling Hall, which was empty with only a few bones and scattered equipment. With a wave of his hand, the ghostly mist that filled the canyon disappeared. He needed to hide here for some time.
Mo Ye walked out of the gate of Zhenhun Hall, with a crystal-clear and exquisite white flower on his head.
After sending all the ghosts to the underworld, Mo Ye appeared here. The two chatted for a few words. It was Mo Ye who reminded the donkey to leave, so Zhang Wenfeng hurried up to explain some things.
Zhang Wenfeng's inner vision sea, his magical power has not increased, and the newly appeared ancient scrolls are still blurry.
Send so many large and small ghosts that have not been solved by previous generations to the underworld in a rough manner, so as not to cause harm to the world.
Doesn't it count as a meritorious deed if he is busy in front of others?
It's so unscrupulous, isn't it just sending a bunch of troubles that were complicated and entangled with karma and consequences more than five hundred years ago? Isn't the underworld specifically responsible for this? Stingy!
"Mo Ye, is there really no other faster way to get rid of the ghost energy in my body and solve the problem that I can't get out of this mountain?"
"Yes, there are many. For example, I can take away the bronze lamp and take away the weak ghost energy from you."
"Forget it, I don't dare to bother you."
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and shook his head. He was now more like a visitor from the underworld than Mo Ye. Being a laborious judge of the Soul-Suppressing Hall did not bring any benefits, and he caused a shady ghost aura.
In this small world isolated from the outside world, Mo Ye had already told him that many things that she could see in advance and could easily do could not be said or done. She was a spectator and could not easily interfere in the affairs of the world, otherwise
It will lead things in a complicated and dangerous direction.
There is an old saying that the more you help, the more trouble you have.
Mo Ye enjoyed this created environment similar to the underworld very much. There was a smile on her face and she said: "Actually, for you, being a ghost cultivator has unique conditions. Your realm and cultivation level will be improved compared to what you are in the human world."
Struggle, I don’t know how much faster it is, with this underworld weapon, you can become a real judge in the underworld, and you will be super powerful in a short period of time, don’t you seriously consider it?”
If it were another person, why would she have to say so much.
Zhang Wenfeng quickly shook his head and expressed his gratitude for such a good thing, saying: "It's better to die than to live." For me, the wonderful things in the world have just begun. Mo Ye, please show me how to refine the ghost energy in my body.
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His Taoist heart is firm and will not be deceived by any external things.
If Mo Ye's few words could make him change course and give up the road, he wouldn't be able to get to this point.
He became the judge of Zhenhun Hall and completed the entrustment of his predecessors. This bronze lamp was his reward. In Mo Ye's words, a small world and a heavy weapon, this deal is a good deal no matter what.
The trouble now is that he and the bronze lamp are connected through the soul.
He refused to accept the cold energy infusion from the Soul Soul Palace to improve his cultivation. He could not move such a large treasure. If he was trapped here and could not get out, he would be able to get out whenever he could get rid of the ghost energy on his body.