Zhang Wenfeng did not originally intend to kill the old ghost. He planned to throw the captured old ghost into the underworld in exchange for invisible and intangible merits.
He previously opened the ghost collection channel and collected about one or two hundred ghosts with residual souls, which resulted in considerable benefits.
Although there is no trace of merit, he earned too much at once.
He could still notice that there was something different about himself. His mind was clear and his whole body was clear. Even the handwriting on the illusory ancient book in the sea of consciousness was a little clearer. He could actually feel it.
The old ghost caught in the hand has done countless evil things during his life and death. Can he get a lot of merit by being thrown into the underworld?
He was secretly surprised when he heard that the other party turned out to be a Taoist priest from Xianlingguan.
It can't be such a coincidence, right?
By checking the thin records left by the previous temple owners of Xianling Temple, he found that the third temple owner disappeared for no reason, and the fourth temple owner mentioned a few things in the transcript, but the words were unclear.
The mysteriously missing classics, books, and spirit stones in the secret room should be related to it. Fortunately, the inheritance of Xianlingguan has not been cut off.
He had already moved the medicinal candle to his right hand, and relaxed his left index finger slightly, waiting for further questioning.
Suddenly his eyes flashed, as if he was in a fire cave, with bright red fires coming from all directions.
"Illusion!"
Zhang Wenfeng knew that he had fallen into the trap of the old ghost who had distracted him, so he shouted: "Thunder, strike!"
He grabbed hard with his fingers and pinched something cold and hard.
He had a way to break through the real illusions that caused his skin to burn and his hair to smell bad. He kept his mind clear and silently recited the Qingxin Jue, and regained consciousness in the blink of an eye.
The fire came suddenly and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.
He seemed to have grasped some insights into illusion. The time was too short to spend time thinking about it carefully. There was still the business of killing the old ghost.
I caught a glimpse of a bolt of lightning hitting a thin black shadow about ten feet away, causing the shadow to scream and fall to the ground.
He didn't know when he was holding a rock in his left hand, and it was broken into pieces by his grasp. However, he saw that donkey released his lightning skills, quickly turned his big butt, and kicked his chest with two back hooves.
Zhang Wenfeng tapped his foot lightly and dodged the diagonal stab first, shouting hurriedly: "Get out of the way!"
The black zombie arrived belatedly and spat out, apparently receiving orders from the old ghost to use corpse poison to attack him who was trapped in the illusion.
The donkey's two hind hooves missed, and it jumped forward with the force of the bounce. It was quite embarrassed to avoid a much thinner corpse poison attack, and its buttocks almost suffered a disaster.
It had just seen that the viewer had been tricked by the old ghost. After hitting the escaping old ghost with thunder, it realized that Heizheng was about to attack the viewer who was in a trance. In desperation, it could only use its hooves to kick away the viewer to save him.
Fortunately, the owner of the temple came to his senses in a moment and shouted: "Don't let the old ghost go!"
In a hurry, it couldn't release the second thunderbolt.
The lightning spell is very lethal, but the casting speed is relatively slow, and it cannot be released at will.
The few remaining candles held by Zhang Wenfeng's right hand were extinguished at some point.
He threw the candle and the gravel he was holding in his left hand, and drew his sword with a "clop" sound. Like a spiritual ape, he jumped forward and stabbed at a lightning spell. What was left struggling on the ground to escape was a ball as big as a bowl of sea.
Black fog.
"Spare my life, you and I are both fellow Immortals..."
"die!"
Zhang Wenfeng's eyes were cold, and he pierced the black mist with his sword, causing Yuan Qi to twist violently.
The old ghost suffered heavy blows, but he could not withstand it. He was completely shaken and lost the chance to enter the underworld.
The black mist dissipated, turning into yin energy that drifted and sank into the ground. Where it was born, it will return here.
"Bang", the out-of-control black zombie fell onto the gravel slope, rolled down a few times, and was blocked by the remaining bushes. The ghost fire in its eye sockets was extinguished.
Zhang Wenfeng's face showed no trace of the joy of killing the ghost.
Without merit, the merit gained from killing ghosts is certainly much less than capturing ghosts alive and throwing them into the underworld.
He was cleaning up the family for Master Xianlingguan Xuanmu, so he didn't deserve to be happy, and his heart felt a little heavy.
As the old ghost begged for mercy and called out the three words "Xianling Temple", he already knew exactly who the old ghost was. He was the third-generation temple owner of the Xianling Temple who had taken away the spiritual energy stone from the secret room and some classic books. Perhaps he also took the
I took away some magic weapons.
The old ghost had actually recognized his identity through his swordsmanship and the green bamboo sword in his hand.
At the critical moment, the old ghost deliberately called out his identity as "Taoist Priest of Fairy Spirit Temple" to make him stunned and relaxed. He took advantage of this opportunity and used ghost magic to plot and escape, trying to make the corpse puppet, which was no longer flexible, spray corpse poison.
Turn the situation around.
I didn't expect that he also had a donkey companion, who was not as ordinary as he seemed on the surface, and could release thunder to help.
Of course, I didn't expect him to be able to wake up from the illusion so quickly.
The agency's calculations were too clever, and it cost Qing Qing her life.
He sighed silently in his heart. In order to survive the period of spiritual decline and seek immortality, he turned himself into a ghost. He used all means to create corpse-raising puppets in the underworld, trap ghosts for nourishment, and kill people.
It is possible that some floating corpses in the water are the work of old ghosts.
It is sad to end up like this, but not pitiful!
Let this secret pass away in disgrace.
Seeing that the viewer's face was not good, the donkey came closer, glanced at the silent foot of the mountain, and reminded: "Viewer, light the candle quickly, be careful not to be poisoned by the fragrance of flowers!"
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head and said: "It's okay, the Intoxicating Heart Flower has withered and the Yin Qi has fallen. The fragrance of the flowers will not last long and will not have any impact on us."
For him, it is not affected by the fragrance of flowers, he can break it by silently reciting the Tao Sutra.
He lit the candle with a special wick, thinking more about the donkey to prevent it from having any accidents.
Of course, he also wanted to confuse the old ghost on the top of the mountain, so he deliberately protected the candlelight carefully.
The old ghost tried his best to extinguish the candle in his hand, but it didn't work.
The donkey spit out the residue of the medicine in his mouth. Not to mention, the more he chewed the stuff, the more it left an aftertaste, which made his mouth feel refreshing. He suggested: "Let's go down the mountain and have a look. Maybe the two fighting ones will end up together in a fight?"
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, "Let's take a look."
He didn't search for the black zombie who fell to the ground. The guy was covered in black hair without even a strand of hair. There was no way he had any fruit hidden on his body.
There is no use of the shuriken to chop off the shriveled head of the black zombie to permanently eliminate any future troubles. It is no longer needed. The old ghost dies, and the remaining corpse becomes an ownerless thing that can be used as waste in exchange for credit.
He will not secretly learn magic manipulation just to covet a corpse.
He has the inheritance of the Immortal Spirit Concept, which is enough for him to practice.
Sometimes because of greed, one step is wrong and one step is wrong, and in the end the greed is endless and there is no turning back.
Furthermore, corpse puppets need to be nourished by the Yin Gathering Ground, which cannot be controlled by anyone.
Having a donkey, a companion who can be ridden, commanded and obeyed, is enough for him to travel around the world.
He is on the right path, and stability means speed.
Take out a thin folded oilcloth bag from the back of the donkey, put the black zombie in it and put it on the donkey's back.
One person and one donkey went down to the foot of the mountain. The battle below was wild and fierce, which was beyond their expectation.
There were scratches and holes left everywhere, rocks were shattered and splashed, and countless trees were cut down. On a rock on the hillside, I saw a strange and skinny monkey with eyes wide open and a hole in its chest and belly that had died tragically.
The ground was in a mess, and there were two kinds of animal hair mixed with the blood on the ground.
"Water Monkey!"
Zhang Wenfeng immediately recognized the origin of the monkey, whose coat was green and black with a water-stained luster, and its claws were as sharp as rakes.
It is not much different from the image recorded in the classics. This kind of water monster becomes a monster and is a scourge in the waters in this area. It is also extremely difficult to capture and exterminate. Unexpectedly, it was attracted to the shore by the nectar and ended up like this.
After all, he unintentionally made a big contribution.
I carefully tested the smell of the water monkey, then took out an oilcloth bag, put the water monkey in it and put it on the donkey's back.
There was a line of blood on the rocky ground, heading to the southeast of the foot of the mountain.
Zhang Wenfeng and the donkey looked at each other and smiled. The two monsters really fought to the point where both sides were hurt.
"Ah uh... hurry up and chase after me. I have a bright mouth. No matter what I say, good or bad, it will work. Maybe I can even grab a piece of fruit."
The donkey was so proud that he took the lead and chased after the donkey.