Most of the trees on the four small islands are dead and the green leaves are sparse. Only a few waterbirds that used to circle and sing in groups are left listlessly hiding in the shade of the trees to survive.
The entire blessed land was as hot as fire, and the scenery a little further away was distorted by the steam.
Xuanxiu was sitting in the green shade under the forest. His breath had stabilized. The alms bowl in his hand had been put away. His body exuded moist and cool water, dispelling the heat nearby. He had been out of seclusion for three days, and he often came from
I flew underwater to the island and sat down with Taoist Zhang to drink tea, chat, and discuss and perfect the follow-up plan.
"Five of the water essences bred in the blue water pond opened up and turned into water spirits. Four of them were defeated and devoured by the water demon who took advantage of it. I searched for the mysterious induction left in my previous life and found the water spirit arranged under the water.
He made a landscape bowl, escaped from danger, battled wits and courage with the water demon and hid for these years."
When the young monk talked about the past, he looked a little emotional and said: "You killed that water demon, and I collected and swallowed the essence of the demon power left by its dispersion. That 'Rain Master Hydrolysis' money was also arranged by me back then.
To open the portal to the blessed land this time, I need to use the Rain Master's water solution money. You can lend me the money for the time being, and I will return it to you after the outside world is over."
Zhang Wenfeng took out the green and black coins from his arms, handed them to the young monk opposite, and said with a smile: "The completed jade is returned to Zhao, and it is returned to you."
The young monk took the coin in his right hand and shook his head slightly: "Young monk, borrow it once and return it after use."
Seeing that the young monk did not agree to ask for the coins, Zhang Wenfeng had no choice but to follow him and said after careful consideration: "Zhang has a secret method that can open a temporary ghost gate. Perhaps he can cooperate with your formation, master, to remove all the ghosts of the world spirits introduced into the trap."
Enter the realm of the underworld and prevent any fish from slipping through the net."
He was not trying to steal merit, but he was worried that so many world spirits would pour into the formation and jump over the wall to fight for their lives. He would not be able to suppress them for a while. If the formation broke through, he would not care. Xuanxiu, who needed to repay the karma, would be in trouble.
He also considered this proposal again and again.
Xuanxiu was very interested and asked about it. While the two were talking, a soundproof barrier was set up nearby so that they would not worry about being overheard by world spirits outside.
After roughly understanding the role of the Ghost Gate, Xuanxiu readily agreed and discussed some details of cooperation. The two of them sat cross-legged in the forest and meditated to recuperate their spirits.
In the dead of night, Xuanxiu stood up, took out his alms bowl and the ancient coin from his sleeve, and walked to the cliff on the edge of the island.
He muttered something in his mouth and walked slowly with his feet. The alms bowl he held in his hand emitted a hazy sapphire blue brilliance, which was very conspicuous in the dark night. There seemed to be tide in the bowl, making a slight gurgling sound, waves, and mist.
The spiritual energy in the air is pulled and slowly forms a rotating airflow.
The water surface more than twenty feet below suddenly reacted, and water mist suddenly rose with the ripples on the water surface, forming a strange scene of white air hanging upside down like a dragon sucking water.
The movement here quickly attracted the attention of the world spirits that were active at night outside the water area, and they all focused their attention on the island.
They don't know what kind of mystery that smelly Taoist priest and little monk are playing?
With that abominable Taoist priest around, they didn't dare approach from the air and could only stare.
The white mist filled the air, and a white light formed in the night sky lingered around the door. Seeing the little monk saluting with one hand in all directions, smiling and disappearing into the door together with the Taoist priest, they suddenly reacted.
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
That's the way out!
The little monk opened the door to the outside world!
All the world spirits were so excited that they howled and screamed. Wrapped in the mist of yellow sand, they flew down from the air to the light gate on the edge of the island. They hesitated, wandered back and roared in the air on the cliff of the island, and the evil yellow sand was instantly destroyed.
The trees on the island couldn't make up their minds for a while.
To enter or not to enter?
Will the two guys who left be kind enough to leave a doorway for them?
The two sides had no friendship at all. They had fought many life-and-death fights in the past. Without even thinking, they knew that the door led to the outside world, where Taoist priests and young monks were waiting to plot against them.
"No matter what, I'll fight it. I'm going to have a break. If I stay in this miserable place, I'm waiting for death."
"Idiot, if we join together, our chances will be much higher."
"Wait a minute, let the younger ones charge first. We can blend in and take advantage of the chaos. Whether we can escape or not depends on our destiny."
"That's right, that's right. Brother Ming's idea is right. Let's do it like this. We have to hurry up. Time waits for no one. If you don't miss the opportunity, it won't come again!"
The eleven world spirits only took a short moment to discuss and make a decision.
Yelling loudly and ordering the ghosts who had followed them to rush into the door, they called for their subordinates in the distance to gather here.
They emit evil and cold breath, creating an environment suitable for the ghosts to wait. They loudly urge groups of ghosts to rush into the door, and the cries of ghosts and wolves are extremely noisy.
On the other side of the portal passage is a snow-capped mountain range.
Heavy snowflakes floated in the night sky, and the cold wind howled.
The first time Xuanxiu walked out of the door, his demonic consciousness glanced at the surrounding area for several miles. This place was remote and uninhabited.
He quickly scattered the spiritual energy stones with runes drawn on them one by one. His technique was extremely fast. The spiritual energy stones flying in the air fell into the snow in an orderly manner, and silently fell to the ground for several feet. As he kneaded with his left hand, water mist came from the ground.
Give birth and close up in the air.
He sprinkled spiritual energy stones around the perimeter layer by layer, expanding the "drawing the ground as a prison" formation outwards, and wanted to arrange the place as solidly as an iron barrel.
Zhang Wenfeng held the sword in his right hand and was alert, staring closely at the sky above the slope.
The two of them discussed that even if the world spirit notices that the portal leads to the outside world, it should remain suspicious for a while, fearing that they are plotting to attack from outside, and no one will be the first to break through. This way, they can buy some time to set up the formation.
Zhang Wenfeng was responsible for intercepting the world spirits that broke in in advance. After the little monk's magic circle was completed, he would draw a temporary ghost gate at the location designated by Xuan Xiu.
The young monk quickly arranged the third level of the formation, and suddenly groups of dark ghosts emerged from the air, and the surrounding area was filled with cold air.
The long sword in Zhang Wenfeng's hand was flowing with cyan light, and the momentum was fierce. He did not make a move. These little minions were not worthy of his intervention. The little monk waved his sleeves, and the three layers of mist that filled the air flowed rapidly.
How could the ghosts dare to collide with the ferocious Taoist priests? They dispersed in several directions.
The cold wind encouraged the mist to rotate, and the heavy snow danced wildly. All the escaping ghosts fell into the formation and bumped around like headless flies. The ghosts behind rushed out of the door one after another, and were immediately submerged in the vast formation.
"Coming!"
Zhang Wenfeng said suddenly, watching several clouds of yellow sand and mist squeeze out of the portal.
"Back to the left!"
Xuanxiu said hello. After completing the layout of his formation, he threw the blue-black ancient coin into the formation and hung it in the air to serve as a temporary formation eye for the Buddha formation. A trace of relief appeared on his face.
Zhang Wenfeng ducked and disappeared into the formation mist. He realized that the formation that Xuan Xiu had arranged in a hurry was quite powerful. He was worthy of being a figure from more than five hundred years ago, methodical and calm.
"Daozhang Zhang, here!"
The mist parted to both sides, giving way to the passage slightly.
Zhang Wenfeng followed Xuan Xiu's guidance and quickly came to Xuan Xiu's side, praising: "Master, what a skill!"
He has already seen that as long as Xuanxiu is arranged into a formation, it will be difficult for the intruding world spirits to form a combined force to attack the formation.
Until he took action to suppress it.
The young monk asked him for help, just as a precaution.
"You're welcome, Taoist priest!"
Xuanxiu smiled and said, "Please draw the ghost gate here, and we will guide them one by one and send them to the underworld to fulfill their wishes."
Zhang Wenfeng stretched out the index finger of his left hand, revealing the ring of ghost energy, and with one wave of his hand, the square deep mold lake ghost gate was suspended in the mist, making it inconspicuous.
Xuanxiu looked at the ghost gate, with a strange look in his eyes. He used his magic power to hold a spiritual energy stone in front of Zhang Guanzhu, and said: "Taoist Master, please carry this array with you. Please come over here. Wait for it."
There may be world spirits that you need to intercept."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
Zhang Wenfeng followed Xuan Xiu to a certain place in the mist. He heard ghosts crying and howling intermittently near and far away. Occasionally, there were also roars and curses from world spirits. Then he was drowned by the tide. The formation shook violently. He held the sword.
Be on guard and be able to take action at any time.
As time went by, the sounds within the formation gradually subsided.
The fog is vast, but the cold wind and heavy snow remain.
In his heart, he greatly admired Monk Xuanxiu's ability. He also had a rare compassionate heart. He was a virtuous monk and a role model for our generation.
For about two-quarters of an hour, he couldn't hear the ghost screams and noises coming from the formation at all. He realized that the ghost gate he had drawn collapsed, and called out: "Master Xuanxiu, what's the matter?"
"The temporary ghost gate you opened, Daozhang Zhang, is very useful. The young monk has already sent most of them to the underworld."
Xuanxiu's clear and crisp children's voice came from the mist, revealing joy.
It's just that there is something in the words, isn't there a small part left?
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Wenfeng noticed that the spiritual energy stone he was carrying in his sleeve suddenly exploded, and traces of water vapor spattered and contaminated his body, forming a strange spell that imprisoned half of his body, and his clothes were quickly covered.
A thin layer of dark blue ice crystals.
His heart sank. He knew people but not their hearts. After taking care of all the world spirits and ghosts, Xuanxiu, who behaved like a high monk, actually wanted to do harm to him.
He didn't panic, and his trump card could be figured out by a young monk who had only had few interactions with him?
"Master Xuanxiu, what do you mean?"
"Taoist Priest, it's just that you know too much, don't blame Xuanxiu for being cruel!"
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