Hearing what the young monk said, Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly said: "Master Xuanxiu, if you have any difficulties or troubles, please just let us know and Zhang will do his best."
"There is indeed a problem. The young monk is weak and needs the help of Taoist Zhang."
The young monk has not yet re-entered the temple to take the ordination. The light on his head is shining without leaving any scars. He said: "The young monk was sheltered in the blessed place so that he could survive the five hundred years of ebb and flow of spiritual energy and be able to live again in this life. As he leaves now, the young monk We cannot just watch the many world spirits and ghosts remaining in the blessed land fall into the void as the blessed land collapses. The young monk wants to cross them."
Zhang Wenfeng understood that Buddhist monks talk about cause and effect. The young monk got the blessed land due to the cause, and he must repay the appropriate result. He was greatly impressed by the other party's ability to propose such an unexpected condition, and asked: "Master, how can Zhang help me?" ?”
Even if the little monk needed the Rain Master's Hydrolysis Money in his hand, he gave it to him without hesitation.
"When the young monk opens the portal to go out, he will keep the portal running for a period of time, so that the world spirits trapped here can enter the outside world along the portal. The young monk needs to arrange the 'drawing the ground as a prison' Buddhist array in advance outside the portal to trap all the world spirits entering the outside world. The ghost spirits are trapped in the formation, and they are not allowed to escape and harm the outside world. Then chant sutras to save them, or invite experts to think of ways to send them to the underworld, so that they can be liberated and have the opportunity to walk on the path of reincarnation."
The young monk informed him of his plan through a message with pure eyes and an indifferent smile.
Zhang Wenfeng cupped his hands and said: "Master has a kind heart. Please tell me what you need Zhang to do. Blessings are immeasurable, the Heavenly Lord!"
The young monk returned the gift with one hand and said bluntly: "The young monk needs to temporarily borrow 3,000 spiritual energy stones from the Taoist priest to set up the formation. At that time, he will also ask the Taoist priest to protect the law and help suppress the ghosts of the world spirits in the formation. Otherwise, it will be a disaster." A world spirit leads countless ghosts to attack the temporarily arranged Buddhist formation, and the monk cannot hold on for long, let alone transcend them."
"The First Clan"
The world spirits that were looking around outside the water area were so obedient and did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.
Of course he could tell that it was the Taoist Priest who took the credit, and he wanted to use the Taoist Priest's majesty to intimidate those who would cause trouble.
His plan requires extremely strong backing to be implemented smoothly. If many third-level world spirits break through the Buddhist formation and flee in all directions, there will be no merit and his sin will be greater.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and agreed: "Good!"
Use your spiritual consciousness to count out a pile of spiritual energy stones in the storage space, put them into a cloth bag, hold the cloth bag with magic power, and slowly fly towards the little monk Xuanxiu on the water column. He did not say "no need to return it" or any other polite words. The words are related to the cause and effect of the young monk. He cannot take the credit and let the young monk take the lead.
The young monk took the bag, checked it for a moment, and then put the bag into a plain white jade sign hanging on his waist.
He held the dark blue alms bowl in his left hand, and said his thanks, with a trace of curiosity in his eyes, and asked: "I wonder how Daozhang Zhang came into the Bishuitan Blessed Land? As far as the young monk knows, the secret of this blessed place is not The Taoist sect knows that if it is not convenient for the Taoist priest to say it, it does not matter. After so many years, there may be some secret rumors."
In their time, Bishuitan Blessed Land was one of the training places for Buddhist monks.
Zhang Wenfeng had a good impression of the little monk in front of him, so he didn't hide it. He took out the brown wooden bead token given to him by Monk Fayuan from the storage space. It was originally for going out. He held it in the palm of his hand and said with a smile: "It's a monk friend of mine. He taught me how to enter the temple and said that he would give me good fortune, but he himself had to return to the temple because of important matters."
The young monk certainly recognized the rosary that had the aura of a Buddhist monk. He could also tell that it was left by a monk who had perfected the third-level Buddha nature. He smiled and said, "That's it."
After clearing up his doubts, he did not continue to ask about the monk's background and said: "The young monk has been promoted to the third level and needs to practice in the Bishuitang for three months. I'd like to trouble Taoist Zhang to wait a little longer."
"Yes, please, Master!"
Zhang Wenfeng naturally agreed and extended his hand to invite.
After some exchanges with the young monk, he let go of his burden. Three months was nothing to him.
Watching the young monk return to the water with the water column, Zhang Wenfeng slowly flew up into the sky.
As the water level below dropped, he noticed that the Yang evil spirit in the air was falling at a slow speed. He estimated that the Yang evil spirit would fall close to the highest treetops above the island, and most of the plants on the four islands would die.
In the days that followed, he meditated, practiced swordsmanship, learned talismans, and painted every day.
No more practicing swordsmanship underwater, just in the air or on an island, so as not to disturb the monk Xuanxiu's silent cultivation.
He studied several classics in the Yu Hua Pavilion and prepared to practice drawing the "Guardian Talisman" to enhance his own protection. He found that he could not draw other Paper Talisman Talisman, Soul Armor Talisman Talisman, and Death Armor Talisman Talisman.
, lacks the core soul-splitting technique, which is an undisclosed secret of Yu Hua Pavilion, so just practice a few, don't be greedy for too many.
There are some captured third-level blank jade talismans in his storage space that can be used to refine protective talismans.
Among the spoils he received, he collected all the classics, books and talismans, including blank talismans, jade talismans, etc.
Most of the talismans refined by Bian Wuguo had been refined and imprinted, and he had to wash them away little by little, otherwise they would not be able to be used.
Within ten days, the big trees on the island showed signs of dying.
Zhang Wenfeng took out a water jade bottle, extracted the vitality and wood energy from the big trees on the four islands, and stored it in the jade bottle in case it was not needed. It is always good to make more preparations. Master Xuanxiu asked him to do it with all his strength.
Go, don't let a world spirit escape.
If it is no longer needed in the outside world, he can return the essence of wood energy contained in the bottle to the world.
On this day, Zhang Wenfeng, who was practicing drawing talismans on the island, heard a strange cry in the distance:
"Little monk, come out and speak!"
"come out faster!"
He glanced at it with his spiritual consciousness and found that there was a large piece of yellow sand and mist on the east side of the water. He frowned slightly, put down his talisman pen, flew out of the island, and shouted: "Master Xuanxiu is in retreat under the water, what's the matter with you?"
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The yellow sand rolled back and retreated from Li Xu, and a voice said: "Taoist Master, that monk is causing trouble. The water level is declining 20% faster every day than before. Please ask the Taoist Master to stop the young monk from messing around."
Zhang Wenfeng snorted coldly and said, "I know, let's get down."
There is no fake color, but no words to stop the little monk.
Now that he has a third-level young monk to help him, he is no longer worried about the world spirits provoking a fight.
"No... if he does this, it will kill all of us, Taoist Priest, don't you care?"
The world spirit who spoke was so angry that he almost jumped out of anger, and he spoke with restraint.
Zhang Wenfeng said expressionlessly: "Master Xuanxiu has his own sense of proportion. After he has stabilized his cultivation in the past two or three months, he will return to normal."
The plan discussed between him and Xuanxiu will not be leaked to the world spirits because they do not want to cause trouble for themselves.
The world spirit was still waiting for an explanation. Seeing the Taoist priest's unkind eyes and impatience on his face, he quickly stopped and retreated with the other world spirits. Even though he was feeling aggrieved, he had to endure it and ran a long way before starting to fight in the yellow sand.
Vent in anger.
I can’t live this shitty life!
The stinking Taoist priest is becoming more and more arrogant and domineering, so unreasonable and so useless!
Zhang Wenfeng didn't care what the world spirits thought. When he found an opportunity, he would beat those guys without being polite. He continued to return and practice drawing runes on blank rice paper.
Feeling relaxed and time passing easily.
In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the agreed three-month period. Zhang Wenfeng successfully drew two "Guardian Talisman Armor" jade talismans. He wasted a lot of materials for this. The talismans he refined by himself, whether it was to stimulate speed or power, must be
A bit bigger.
It's a pity that he only had three blank pieces of running water talisman paper left on hand, and he couldn't successfully draw a landscape moving talisman.
A little bit regretful.
Nothing is perfect, he is ready, all he needs is the east wind.
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