In the boundless sea more than 2,600 miles away from the mainland, there are three islands of different sizes not far apart, called "Sporadic Islands". The largest island is a hundred miles in radius, with lush vegetation, mountains and rocks, and the occasional sound of wild animals at night.
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There are many stone houses and stone towers on the island, and ordinary people are farming during the day.
Old Monster Xue was wrapped in a black linen robe, covering his head, face and eyes, and was performing the ritual in a stone tower.
The feet were walking with weird steps, three steps and one slow stop, circling around the image of Zhang Wenfeng suspended in the air wearing a navy blue monk's robe, chanting in a humming voice, the air passing through subtle fluctuations, and a thick stick of dark incense was inserted in the corner of the room.
In the black incense burner, the strange smoke was affected by the vibration, turning into various animal shapes with fangs and claws, and seemed to rush towards the image.
The practice has been going on for two days, and the image is covered with a thin layer of black air.
This is the first time that Old Monster Xue is interested in a junior boy. He has lived for more than seven hundred years and considers himself to be unparalleled in his skills. He can overwhelm the younger generations such as fortune tellers, divination masters, and warlocks that are emerging today. The last time he set up an ambush, he was sure of success.
, was unexpectedly defeated by the boy in front of him. He was not afraid that the escaped dog would cause trouble for him, it was just curiosity.
What did he miss?
There’s nothing to be afraid of if you fail. It’s someone else’s life you’ve lost anyway, so it’s not heartbreaking.
He has to know where the mistakes are and avoid getting himself into them. Seeking good luck and avoiding disasters is a skill that a magician must have. His improvement in calculations has also failed time and time again, and was made with the lives of others, and everyone who wants to find trouble for him
The companions who took revenge were all killed without exception.
There was only one large oil lamp on in the dim room, and the blood-red light swayed with the sound of chants, making the shadows look dim and longing.
Monster Xue, who was doing this in a leisurely manner, suddenly felt something and stopped in surprise. Just as he was on guard, the image of the Taoist priest in the air suddenly burst out with a pale golden light, and Monster Xue, who was caught off guard, was hit.
Thick black mist emerged from his body, and there was a "chichi" sound like hot oil meeting cold water.
The oil lamp went out silently, and the room fell into darkness.
The fragrant mist swirled and poured into Old Monster Xue, who was screaming "ho ho" in pain.
"Li Daitao is stiff...sick!"
Old Monster Xue clasped his hands together and shouted out a spell with great difficulty. A figure wrapped in black robes sitting cross-legged in the underground secret room of the stone tower exploded with a splash of blood and flesh. Old Monster Xue seized the opportunity to stamp his feet and disappeared in an instant.
When he reappeared, he was at the beach under the night sky.
"The protection of merit...it's strange. The practice was fine for two days. How come there is merit suddenly coming to counterattack from such a long distance? How strong is the merit before it can be released? Impossible, impossible..."
Old Monster Xue's linen robe is still on his body, but his breath is very unstable. He seems to have suffered a lot of damage, and is covered by black mist.
"The Ronin Begins with Douluo"
He had been "looking" at the stone tower more than ten miles away for a long time, and he was puzzled. He had never heard of an example of someone who was thousands of miles away and could use merit to fight back.
He didn't believe that anyone in the lower world could do it, and even in the upper world there weren't many.
Could it be that he caused too much evil to cause harm to the world and caused a backlash from heaven?
It's impossible. He has long stopped cultivating the so-called "right path" and chose to be a "destroyer" that is contrary to the right path. This is in line with the requirements of the other side of the way of heaven and is a way to survive in the cracks.
There shouldn't be any backlash, otherwise his life would have been lost hundreds of years ago.
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Zhang Wenfeng, who was studying the light and shadow of the canopy in the room, suddenly noticed that the supernatural power shrouding his head was quickly disappearing. He had no idea what was happening.
This magical power without a name is strange and strange. He doesn't seem to have touched anything?
Feeling it quietly, watching the light and shadow of the canopy disappear, he vaguely guessed that the umbrella of merit he had obtained by saving tens of thousands of souls had saved him from some kind of trouble or disaster. Perhaps it had something to do with overseas thieves?
The lines of the Sutra of Neide De in the Sea of Consciousness are almost invisible in the dim golden light.
I don’t know how long it will take to resume use?
Depending on the situation, it will definitely not work in two days.
He is now very interested in this magical power. At dawn, he went to the library of the Daogong branch to check out books on this subject.
In the Daogong branch, Bai Lichun and another divination master were on duty in a room filled with sand piles of "mountains and rivers thousands of miles away". There were many large and small objects scattered around. A wooden rosary floating in the air suddenly fell, "pop"
A sound startled the two of them.
"Quick, please invite Master Yuanfa. Something has arisen."
Baili Chun was horrified. It was a trick arranged by Master Fa Yuan. It was said that the beads had fallen. At any time, he must be called over to check.
Soon, Monk Fayuan walked into the brightly lit room, picked up the wooden beads on the ground, put his hands together and closed his eyes to feel.
After a long while, a thin layer of mist surged over the monk's body, and he opened his eyes only after sweating on his forehead.
"The poor monk saw a glimmer of light, a sign of good luck!"
A copper bowl appeared in Fayuan's hand, and he sprinkled a few white jade grains into it and said: "You have worked hard for several days, but time has not waited for us, and the losses will never come back. We may be able to seize this opportunity and calculate the odds of winning."
Baili Chun and the divination master repeatedly said "it's not hard work" and quickly called other magicians and divination masters to conduct various complex calculations and repeated verifications according to Master Fayuan's requirements overnight, trying to find out what the master "saw".
A glimmer of light.
Compared with the busyness of Fa Yuan and others, Zhang Wenfeng returned to his leisure time after completing the rites of salvation.
The next day he spent most of the day rummaging in the library, reading many ancient books, and found information similar to his magical power.
Five thousand years ago, there were monks who were highly skilled in the art of Taoism and Dharma. They did good deeds and accumulated virtues. They walked around the world with "a canopy of merit and virtue above their head, which can ward off evil spirits, cover up disasters, cover up the secrets of the sky, and turn misfortune into good fortune." It also has many wonderful functions. However,
It varies from person to person.
When I returned to the guest house in the afternoon, I was surprised to find Chu Qing'er and Xiao Ni'er chatting animatedly in the pavilion of the courtyard.
As a visitor came to the door, Zhang Wenfeng greeted Chu Qing'er who stood up and smiled, served tea in the main room, and after a brief greeting, asked Chu Qing'er why she came, but he didn't believe that Chu Qing'er came to visit Xiao Ni'er.
The donkey poked his head outside the door to take a look, then turned to the backyard to continue working.
Chu Qing'er glanced at Xiao Ni'er who was playing with the little treasure she gave her, and said with a smile: "Elder Zhou asked me to send him a transformation magic spell, saying it is suitable for Lu Zijin who can't transform temporarily. Now we are in the same boat.
A little camaraderie is also necessary."
Zhang Wenfeng looked at the leather scroll placed on the table. He did not pick it up immediately and asked: "Fellow Daoist Chu, just say it clearly. As the saying goes, no reward will be given without merit..."
Xiao Ni'er interjected: "What Sister Chu means is that she hopes that the witch clan of the Great Liang Dynasty can reconcile with Da'an and live in peace in the future. Don't fight life and death. They can't beat you and have to admit defeat. It's really hard to listen to you talking.
, can’t you just be happy?”
He immersed himself in playing with the treasure, gave her a gift, and said a few words to her that this was a good deal.
A look of embarrassment appeared on Chu Qing'er's face, and she almost couldn't help but snatch the treasure back from the little guy's hand.
It's too ugly to say, can't it be expressed tactfully?