Chapter 192: The state of mind is shattered, and the cultivation base is completely gone
"Good."
After a long while, Zhou Yi stopped laughing.
He glanced at the raccoon slave in the cage and nodded slightly: "I have done well in my Taoist practice. I can go with the young monk."
The raccoon slave seemed to understand and nodded. He stretched out his paws and pushed open the bamboo bolts located in three different places in the cage. Then he kicked open the cage door and walked out.
There was silence in the market place.
The people were stunned.
The Pegasus gang looked at each other in shock.
The female disciple of the Imperial Soldier Sect on the second floor suddenly stood up, clapped her hands gently, and said with great interest: "What a lazy little raccoon slave. It turns out that he was picked up on purpose to tease others."
Wei Sheng's eyes flickered: "Senior sister, that civet slave is very spiritual. He is basically a civet cat that has not yet become a spirit."
Behind the two of them, senior brother Qi Wuhua didn't seem too surprised.
He ignored the civet, and his eyes wandered over the monk, silently thinking about something.
Seeing the monk in white clothes and the dirty little raccoon slave, he turned around and left.
He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief and slowly released his sweaty palms.
However, at this time, Song Ya and Wei Sheng, who were still hesitant at first, finally couldn't hold themselves back.
They looked at each other.
No movement was seen, and the weapon hanging on the back unsheathed itself with a "clang" sound and was two fingers wide!
Qi Wuhua's face changed slightly and he shouted quickly: "Wait a minute! Don't go! That's not an ordinary monk!"
Wei Sheng smiled lightly: "Junior brother knows that he is a fake monk."
Song Ya even ignored it.
A cold light flashed, as if there was a snow-white war light, covering the Song and Wei Dynasties.
Qiao Lin, the leader of the Pegasus Gang, felt pain piercing his eyes, as if they were being burned by the scorching sun, and it was difficult to open them.
When he tried to open his eyes with tears in his eyes, he saw that the two of them had fallen onto the long street, and there was a faint stream of light floating under their shoes, which quickly converged.
"The gap between martial arts and martial arts is so huge...'
Qiao Lin murmured, feeling shocked in his heart.
He also had dealings with Kaifu warriors.
But there has never been such a terrifying feeling like when the Song and Wei Dynasties took their weapons out of their sheaths just now, they couldn't even breathe.
This kind of martial art opening a mansion may be comparable to the soul-watching of martial arts warriors, right?
Qiao Lin lowered his head to think, but out of the corner of his eye he couldn't help but glance at Qi Yunhua beside him, sighing secretly in his heart.
They are both Shu Dao disciples, so the gap is too big.
The former is happy and carefree, while the latter is afraid of hands and feet.
No wonder neither Song Ya nor Wei Sheng took such a senior brother seriously.
Qi Wuhua's voice sounded in his ears.
"That monk is very extraordinary."
Qiao Lin hesitated for a moment, but still laughed in a low voice: "I remember that more than 20 years ago, the government announced that the world was restricted to Buddhism, and each state and county could only keep one Buddhist temple at most. In the past 20 years, those who survived
Buddhist temples have also been abandoned. There are probably no real monks left in the world today."
Qi Wuhua looked out the window: "It's not that I'm afraid, it's absolutely not possible. The world only knows about Buddhas, but they don't know that there are monsters killing monks and destroying Buddhas in other places."
Qiao Lin was suddenly startled and asked involuntarily: "Then why did your Excellency say..."
"That's why it seems even more complicated."
Qi Wuhua looked at the young monk who had been stopped by Song and Wei on the street, frowned, and then let go.
Then he said as if talking to himself:
"They themselves are highly talented, and they are favored by the elders in the sect. Even with their earthly experience, you people who are destined to the world are trying their best to fawn over them.
The hard work in the world of mortals has turned into a world of games. There are no setbacks, and the path of cultivation is so smooth... Anyway, today I will use the hands of this master to give them a warning.
A monk is a compassionate person, so he won't be too harsh if he thinks about it."
Qiao Lin finally couldn't help it and secretly glanced at the senior brother of the Military Guard Sect.
It's still the same as when I came here, looking plain and ordinary.
It's just that there is a hint of sophistication and stability in his eyebrows that he cannot possess at this age.
When he was in front of Song and Wei, he looked like two different people.
At this time, Song Ya and Wei Sheng were blocking Zhou Yi on the street, one on the left and the other on the right.
They didn't directly reveal their identity, or use their power to suppress others.
Song Ya looked at Zhou Yi, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Her focus just now was all on the psychic raccoon slave.
At this time, he discovered that the young monk who was called a "fake monk" by his junior brother was actually such a handsome young monk with a good temperament.
Not to mention the Imperial Soldier Sect, even in the other middle and lower sects of the Seventy-two Shu Dao sects, she had not seen many people with such temperament... and appearance.
She cleared her throat, imitated a martial artist, and slightly cupped her hands towards Zhou Yi.
"Everything has a first come, a first served. This raccoon slave was captured by these people in the world and presented to us. Please keep it."
The monk is good-looking.
But as the most talented martial arts nun disciple of the generation of the Military Guards Sect, she can still distinguish between the important and the important.
"Amitabha."
Zhou Yi whispered the Buddha's name, gave a salute, and then pointed at the cat following behind him, standing upright like a person walking, following each step, with his palms clasped together.
"The female donor should also be able to see that this raccoon slave is destined to my Buddha and wants to practice with the young monk.
Besides, it is a free slave and has never recognized its master, so how can there be any first-come, first-served principle?"
Song Ya was about to say something else, but was stopped by Wei Sheng on the side.
"Senior sister, it's okay. The sect only stipulates that you are not allowed to reveal your true seal in front of mortals until you are slaying demons. It didn't say you should be so polite to a fake monk."
While speaking, Wei Sheng had already stretched out his hand.
He didn't want to delay any longer, so he quietly released his true energy, transformed into an invisible big hand, and grabbed the raccoon slave behind Zhou Yi.
Song Ya sighed softly, looked at Zhou Yi apologetically, and then looked expectantly at the raccoon slave who seemed to be stunned and motionless.
Suddenly, a roar like the roar of thunder sounded in his ears.
But the dirty little raccoon slave suddenly grew in size and turned into a dark monster like an iron tower.
In the blink of an eye, the monster transformed by the raccoon slave has grown as big as a hill, and is still rising.
It was crawling in the city, its hideous face covered with scales already higher than the city wall.
With its roar, the earth fell flat, the streets were shattered, and the shops made of wood and stone with banners on them were like bubbles, breaking one after another, turning into powder and dissipating in the wind and snow.
The entire Guangyuan County is shaking, collapsing, and toppling.
"Sister, be careful!"
"Junior brother, run quickly!"
Wei Sheng and Song Ya were also calm in the face of danger. They drew their weapons and flew upward.
One of them repairs the sword and the other repairs the sword.
At this time, they were wielding swords and soaring over Guangyuan County, overlooking the city where people were in panic and fleeing for their lives. Although they were anxious in their hearts, they were helpless.
"Senior sister, let's go back to the mountain gate first."
"But Senior Brother Qi..."
"That guy has to be a burden every time, so annoying! I'm going to find my senior brother, and my senior sister will go back to the mountain gate first!"
The two of them had reached a consensus and were about to go their separate ways.
Suddenly, a gust of wind filled with the smell of blood came, entangled the two of them, and swept them backwards.
The two of them struggled desperately, trying to break free, but the more they struggled, the tighter the wind entangled them.
When the two tried their best to turn their heads, they were shocked to find that the giant monster that Li Nu had transformed into was opening its mouth as deep and black as a mountain ravine, and was about to swallow them up.
"Ah! No!" "I don't want to die!"
The two could no longer suppress their inner fear and cried and screamed.
…
It's nearly noon.
The sunlight shines on the unmelted ice and snow, making it look blurry and slightly dazzling.
On Laoquan Street in Lepingfang, in front of the three-story mahogany and vermilion-painted restaurant, the shopkeepers, customers and shopkeepers were all stunned.
I saw the two young men and women standing in front of the monk, their appearance was outstanding, they were like a beautiful couple. One moment they were talking calmly, and the next moment they were crying, screaming, and rolling on the ground.
They were crying and losing their image, and from time to time they kowtowed to the raccoon slave who tried to jump into the monk's arms, but was picked up by the monk with his fingers with a look of disgust on his face.
There were words muttered in his mouth, vaguely, as if he was praying some kind of prayer.
The raccoon slave was held under the monk's finger, but he was also dumbfounded. He didn't know why the two people wanted to worship him.
"These two people...couldn't they be fools?"
A Pegasus gang member murmured in a low voice.
The other members of the Pegasus Gang looked at the one-eyed man who led them with strange expressions.
The one-eyed man also looked embarrassed, and then looked up at the middle-aged man in brocade robes by the window on the second floor of the restaurant.
"this……"
On the second floor of the restaurant, Qiao Lin, the leader of the Pegasus Gang, opened his mouth slightly and looked at the scene in front of him in shock and uncertainty.
Qi Wuhua on the side stared at Song and Wei, who were rolling on the ground and begging for mercy, with a hint of solemnity gradually appearing on their faces.
"Illusion? No, it's not a simple illusion, it's an illusion.
The art of illusion is comparable to the secret method of Tianshi Dao... What a heavy lesson!
Once you cannot get out, your state of mind will be shattered and your cultivation will be completely lost.”
Qi Wuhua hesitated for about three or four breaths.
In the end, he stood up slowly, then floated down the long street behind the snow, and bowed his head towards Zhou Yi to the end.
"Qi Wuhua, the great disciple of Yubing Sect, meets the eminent monk.
I wonder how the eminent monk can take back the spell and let my junior brother and sister live?"