Lao Yuan and Tu Kun stayed at Biyifeng until dawn, but they couldn't find anything interesting, so they both gave up.
The two demons paid no attention to the surviving natives who were hiding in various caves. They were not that boring and would do things like killing people for no reason. They were not despised because their structure was too small.
After arguing and discussing and dividing the spoils, the sun had already risen.
The two demons were very satisfied with the rich spoils. The old ape also chatted with Zhang Guanzhu for a few words without any intention of blaming him. He politely said goodbye with fists clasped in his hands, packed up the almost unrecognizable body of the demon ape, and flew towards the southeast at a low altitude.
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Zhang Wenfeng sent a message and asked: "Didn't he plant spies in Biyifeng? Why didn't he take them back?"
He couldn't understand the old ape's behavior, it was too unfathomable.
Can I still stay here and use it next time?
Tu Kun was no longer surprised and said with a smile: "The gold-swallowing monster monkey tribe and the white monkey tribe are still allies and distant relatives. He doesn't even care about the life of the monkey who worked for him, so he still cares about the lives of a few low-level monsters and mortals?
They are just his little minions who use sorcery to control souls, throw them away after use and let them fend for themselves."
Zhang Wenfeng didn't ask any more questions. Everyone had their own way of doing things, and he had no right to comment. He looked at Tu Kun up and down a few times, and said in a deep voice: "After you return to the mountain, I will chant sutras and do the rituals for you to wash away the sins of killing on your body."
Compared to when he came out, Tu Kun had an invisible aura that made him feel uncomfortable.
Compared with the Barbarian God and Xianyuan before their death, they pale into insignificance.
He didn't know whether the aura would gradually fade away as time passed. He regarded Tukun as a companion and a friend, so he made this suggestion.
Tu Kun put away the smile on his face, his expression became cautious, and asked via voice transmission: "Can you see the sin of killing and karma?"
Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly and said with certainty: "You can't see it, but you can feel it."
When he transformed into a tree, he could actually see the evil obstacles and invisible ghosts lingering on the body of the barbarian god.
Tu Kun stared at the other person for a long time, clasped his fists and saluted solemnly: "Then please."
Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly returned the greeting and said: "It's just a matter of raising your hand, so why bother to be polite to others?"
Tu Kun took out a straw futon, put it on the rock and sat down, a trace of memory appeared on his face, and said: "Back then, he said that I had done too much killing and could not reach the sixth level. The consequence of forcibly breaking through was that my body would disappear...
...I regard him as my elder brother, but he tricked me into the underground palace and suppressed me underground for more than five hundred years...that bastard!"
This was the first time that Zhang Wenfeng heard Tu Kun mention the past events, and he realized that the relationship between the two was not trivial.
It was impossible for him to go along with calling Patriarch Xuanmu a bastard, so he remained silent.
"I heard him say that if you Taoist monks have strong mind power and deep merits, they will have supernatural powers and can perceive the invisible karma of others. When he killed and killed, he accumulated merits for the court, and he committed countless crimes.
Under the responsibility of the imperial court, he used the elixirs rewarded by the imperial court to advance to the realm of transcendence and saw that I was riddled with bad karma...
No wonder he wanted to establish a sect and another branch. Haha, the Taoist temple believers on the mountain have been chanting sutras for more than five hundred years to eliminate the sins of death from my body. It turned out to be this... He had good intentions, but that bastard didn't explain it clearly to me."
Tu Kun sat cross-legged on the futon, cooing, smiling, and cursing.
Many things that I had been depressed about and couldn't figure out suddenly became clear to me.
The sleeping mountain badger next to him was woken up by the noise. He half-opened his eyes, subconsciously moved towards the viewer, and continued to sleep soundly.
Zhang Wenfeng used his fingers to comb the hair on the mountain badger's back and asked in a low voice: "Which sect does Master Xuanmu come from?"
He has always been curious about the origin of Master Xuanmu.
Tu Kun exhaled a long breath, and seemed to feel relaxed all over, and said: "He is not a local Taoist cultivator of Da'an Dynasty. Taoism is very powerful in the world of Qingming. He came from Dayi Dynasty in the northeast to help the then weak Da'an Dynasty fight the war."
, since he didn’t clearly explain which sect in the book, you can ask him in person later.”
He took out a black whip with a metallic luster and a bottle carved with spiritual jade.
"This 'mountain-reversing whip' is very powerful. I don't have the divinity with me, and I'm too lazy to spend decades refining the divinity to expel the whip. You can take it and slowly warm it up if you have the patience. If you don't mind it, wait for it later."
Find a suitable seller and sell it before it's too late. Don't sell it at a low price. The 'Drinking Mountain Token' in Yuan Xiao's hand was originally a treasure of the gods. It should have been passed down from generation to generation, and it was just enough to be used in his hands."
Tu Kun pointed at the jade bottle and said: "I will give you five drops of Shen Yin Accumulating Good Liquid. This thing is very simple to use. Just find a quiet place without being disturbed and swallow one drop. How much enlightenment you can gain depends on your cultivation level and
Due to your own qualifications and luck, I don’t recommend you take it now. It’s too wasteful. At least you have to wait until the later stage of the Free Realm. A person can only take it three times at most, and the effect is worse each time.”
Zhang Wenfeng put away the mountain whip, opened the cork, and used his spiritual consciousness to examine the rare treasures of heaven and earth.
Shen Yin Ji Shan Ye is in the shape of a silver bead, slightly larger than a broad bean, and is round and emitting the light of a treasure.
"I divided the storage ring left by the Barbarian God, which has about three feet of space. Another three 500-year-old spiritual medicinal materials, and a bunch of materials. When I return to the mountain, I will put all the medicinal materials and materials in the warehouse. I am too lazy to share them.
If you want to share it, you can take it yourself."
Tu Kun took the badger over and used it as a pillow, lying down casually with his legs crossed.
After untying the knot in his heart, he felt that the sky was high and the sky was high, and his whole being was enlightened.
"Master Guan, if you recite sutras and practice the evil deeds of killing for me, you will do so at the expense of your own merits, do you know that?"
"Know something."
"Since you know that I won't talk too much. When I return to the mountain, I won't treat you as such a troublesome guest. Please help me appoint a protector elder, who sounds majestic and grand."
"Would you like to hold a ceremony and invite all your relatives and friends to the ceremony?"
"Forget it, you don't mind it, but I do."
Tu Kun suddenly remembered and reminded: "Except for your own people, it's best not to spread your ability to sense the karma of others at this stage. If the Daolu Academy finds out, it will annoy you to death. No matter how much merit you have, you can't withstand the consumption.
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Zhang Wenfeng nodded thoughtfully. He didn't think it was any great magical power, and he didn't expect this level.
It's just that he won't reveal all his abilities easily.
The two chatted for a while, then Tu Kun stood up and said, "Someone is here, three of them."
He arranged some detection methods on several mountain tops seven or eight miles away. This is the wild area of Luobao Ridge. There are no rules, so as to avoid being made dumplings without even knowing it.
The two flew into the air and saw three black spots slowly approaching from the northwest.
"It's a witch cultivator, from Daliang."
Zhang Wenfeng stared at it for a long time and then sent a message saying that there were two men and one woman. Among them, the woman in white robe was Chu Qing'er who had escaped from Baihu Ridge, the white witch woman whom the land lord wanted to protect even if he died.
Tu Kun was the first to ask: "Fellow Taoist came all the way, but to compete with the Yifeng Mountain God?"
The three people who stopped three miles away, the old man in black robes holding a bone staff in the middle, squinted his eyes and looked at them, and sneered: "The Taoist friend's ruthless methods have slaughtered thousands of lives in Biyifeng, and he is not afraid of taking any chances.
retribution."
"Haha, you, a witch cultivator who has committed countless crimes, have the nerve to talk to me about retribution? It's a big joke in the world, don't laugh it off. What are you going to do? Why don't our men see the truth and be more decisive and fight early?
Finish work early."
Tu Kun looked very arrogant, a golden light surrounded him, and he was eager to try.
In fact, third-level monks can defeat each other one-on-one. Even if they arrange methods, it is extremely difficult to kill them. Unless there are special means, like Yuan Xiao, who knows that the barbarian god is injured, he still has to form an alliance with the earth spirit.
It’s about seeking stability.
The old man in black robe opposite saw the young man Chu Qing'er said he knew, took out a black whip and struck it lightly on his hand. He recognized that it was the Mountain God's Mountain Whip, and turned around without hesitation, putting it down.
One sentence: "I don't have the same experience as you. If you run into my hands in the future, you will know how powerful I am."
The mountain god who refused to surrender has died, what's the point of staying any longer?
Tu Kun took a rough sip and yelled, "You coward, don't leave. Let's make signs."
The master of the temple is quick-witted and does not need any sound transmission, so he uses actions to coordinate seamlessly with him.
If it's imaginary, make it real, if it's real, make it imaginary. Let the other party guess.
The old man in black robe turned a deaf ear and became increasingly certain that other masters were ambushing him nearby, just waiting for him to impulsively fall into the trap and be unable to climb out. Would he fall for such a childish trick?
The three of them came and left even faster, and disappeared in a moment.
Tu Kun smiled and said: "If you fight Baal hard, what will happen even if you win? It will be you who will be injured and suffer. The elixir in your hand is precious and cannot be taken as a sugar pill. Just scare that old man away in a friendly manner."
What a good guy, we have no loss. Let’s go, let’s leave this land of trouble, lest the old guy summons a group of companions.”
Having been trapped under the mountain for more than five hundred years, his aggressive temperament has been tempered and tempered.
Being able to form an alliance with the old ape, being able to scare away the shaman cultivators with words, he also considers problems more carefully.
Zhang Wenfeng went to the hillside to put away the futon, hugged the sleeping badger and followed Tukun to the south at low altitude. He could detect the changes in Tukun by observing his words and actions.
Only such earth spirits can become fellow practitioners on the path of spiritual practice.