Chapter 246 Chasing three thousand miles in one night
Zhou Yi was the first to scream.
But I soon realized that Master Damming had been reincarnated long ago and was now just a little baby whose whereabouts were unknown.
What made the sound was not the original copper bell of Master Danming, but another bell stored in the cloth bag.
Zhou Yi turned his palm, the ripples dispersed, and a broken soul bell emerged.
"This is...the soul bell that Grandma Kongshan lent to Mr. Ma?"
Zhou Yi suddenly remembered.
More than two months ago, he met Ma Lao, a pocket monster who was seeking death in Wenhe County.
Ma Lao is also a monster in the Luan Dao Alliance, and he is very powerful.
However, the only thing that caused Zhou Yi trouble was the soul bell borrowed by Ma Lao from Kongshan's grandmother, which had power comparable to a Jiedushi attack.
But it also made Zhou Yi realize two points of the Buddhist sword on the spot.
But after Zhou Yi killed Ma Lao, a strange thing happened.
The ghost clone of Kongshan Laomu, a female ghost in a red dress, appeared on the long street of the county town.
Zhou Yi still remembers that the female ghost said, "You and I are not enemies," and was then swatted away by him.
You are Grandma Kongshan who controls the female ghosts in the Mist Palace and one of the big bosses of the Chaos Alliance.
I am a monk who walks alone in the world, how can I not be an enemy?
Zhou Yi was too lazy to think too much and put the soul bell into the bag and never took it out again.
until today……
"What tricks does Grandma Kongshan want to play?"
Zhou Yi had long eyebrows and a stern look on his face, just about to crush the soul bell.
A figure the size of a thumb emerged from the bell.
A twenty-eight-year-old girl with a delicate face and a red dress like a bride, but there is a hint of sadness lingering between her eyebrows.
She bowed to Zhou Yiyingying:
'Holy monk, please listen to what I have to say before you take action.
My body is Xiaoqian, and I am one body with Grandma Kongshan.
In the early years of the previous dynasty, on the day I got married, I was robbed by bandits and my whole family was killed.
Because I was unwilling to obey the bandits, I hanged myself. My thoughts of sadness turned into the ghost of the bride in red dress, and my thoughts of resentment turned into the ghost of the hanging man in white, who later became Grandma Kongshan.
Kongshan's grandmother obtained the Golden-winged Dapeng to preach, and created the Mist Palace in Youdang Mountain, hoping to establish the Taiyuan Dynasty as the king of all ghosts and become the enemy of the holy monks.
For Xiaoqian, I just want relief.
Now that the Golden-winged Dapeng has been born, he wants to support Grandma Kongshan and control the world's ghosts. If you and I join forces, there is still a chance of winning...'
"Your name is Xiaoqian?"
Zhou Yi looked strange: "The person holding you hostage is not grandma, but the golden-winged roc? Where is Ning Caichen and Yan Chixia?"
The girl in the red dress was slightly startled: "Grandma? Ning Caichen? I don't understand what the holy monk means...Grandma and Xiaoqian are one body, and they live and die together, but Xiaoqian doesn't want to be king, she only wants reincarnation.
Liberation. If her grandmother had not died, Xiaoqian would not have been able to escape. She would have to continue like this, a lonely ghost, and suffer all kinds of torture."
Zhou Yi smiled: "Amitabha, I'm just kidding you. But I don't think you can help me with your thoughts."
The figure emerging from the copper bell is vague and uncertain, like a candle left in the wind.
Although she cannot disappear because of her grandmother, she is very weak.
The girl in the red dress smiled bitterly: "The Holy Monk is really direct. No matter how weak Xiaoqian is, she still wants to coexist with Grandma Kongshan. If she tries her best, she may not be able to seize control when she is not prepared and maintain a few breaths. Holy Monk
Don’t underestimate the golden-winged roc. It is known as the Heaven-turning Lord, also known as the Reng Demon King. It has learned from the ancient demons. Now the southern demon world has just learned about its birth. Dozens of great demons with the title of Taishou have already asked to surrender. There are even two
Titled Jiedu Envoy..."
Her figure started to sway and disappeared before she finished speaking.
"It's really weak."
Zhou Yi murmured in a low voice.
Xiaoqian, the clone of Grandma Kongshan, was not concealed by the secret, indicating that she had no ill intentions towards him.
As for whether she can be put to use, it's hard to say.
"Amitabha."
Zhou Yi thought for a while, wrote the word "du" out of thin air, and punched it into the soul bell.
…
In the Tang Dynasty in China, every county had a city.
Fang is a residential area and city is a trading area.
It's like enclosing a large square grid on the ground.
There are gates and walls, regular transactions, and unified management by the government.
In a market, there are rows of "rows", and shops of the same trade are often concentrated in one row or several rows.
Such as the line of cloth, the line of rice, the line of teeth, the line of carriage, the line of porters... Over time, there were three hundred and sixty lines.
Compared with most counties, Tai'an County is definitely an outlier.
On the surface, it is the government that controls everything.
But most people in Tai'an County know that the surname of Tai'an County at night is not "Guan", but "Wu", the Wu of the Wu'an Clan.
From the watchman at night, to the servants who open and close the gates, to the captain responsible for night patrol, they are all apprentices, gang members, and hall leaders of the Wu'an Clan.
Therefore, there is no actual curfew in Tai'an County.
Especially Wuwei Street, where the gang leader is located, is full of bright lights and fancy cars and BMWs at night.
Even though New Year's Eve is still a few days away, various restaurants, gambling houses, and incense shops are still bustling with people. Young gentlemen, rich people, and ladies gather here, and people come and go.
In a restaurant not far from Wu'an Gang, a young man with coquettish golden eyes looked at the dark shadow in the night sky in the distance and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Aren't Buddhist monks completely extinct? Before we fell asleep, we established the Chaos Dao Alliance and asked you to carry out the orders of killing monks and kill all the monks in the world. It would be better for you to stand on your own mountain and fight among yourself endlessly, subverting my decree.
where?"
Behind him, five great monsters from the Chaos Alliance prostrated themselves in fear.
They may have transformed into young men from famous families, or they may have transformed into wealthy merchants, dressed in rich attire and jade robes, with extraordinary bearing. However, at this time, they were worshiping a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old. This scene seemed very absurd.
No one in the restaurant paid any attention.
From the shopkeeper to the waiters to the guests, everyone was immobilized by the magic, as if they were petrified and motionless.
At this time, footsteps like wind chimes came from the stairs.
The girl in a beautiful white dress walked up step by step carrying a roll of linen.
Bang!
The linen was thrown to the ground by her.
The body of a young man could be vaguely seen in the half-open linen cloth.
It was only a part of the corpse, and the blood at the cut parts had coagulated. It was obvious that it had been more than a day or two since it was dismembered, but the corpse did not rot and smell. Not only were the spots on the corpse invisible, but it also exuded a crystal luster, like bright jade.
The girl glanced at the demons who were kneeling on the ground and shook her head slightly: "They all think that the Lord is sleeping, so they can do whatever they want."
The eyes of the five prostrate demons all showed hatred, but they did not dare to show it at all.
Like Chizhu Junzi, they are titled governors, comparable to real people in the world. They usually occupy the top of the mountain, and are also regarded as kings by monsters from all walks of life.
But they know very well that the "young man" in front of them can make them disappear with just a little carelessness.
And the ghost that looks like a human girl is the famous Lord of the Mist Palace in Youdang Mountain, the Venerable Ghost Mother on Jiannan Road, and the Grandmother of Kongshan who established the Taoist Taiyin.
Not only is his cultivation level higher than theirs, but he is only one step away from the title of Jiedushi, he is also the right-hand man and confidant of Fan Tianjun.
While Fan Tianjun was sleeping, it was Kongshan's grandmother who took charge of the Seal of the Seven Lords of the Luan Dao League on his behalf - although the Luan Dao League was said to be co-founded by the thirty-six demon kings who destroyed Buddhism.
But in fact, it was only created by seven of the demon kings, their descendants and their subordinates before they fell asleep.
This time, human arbitration was used as a bait to seduce and kill the elders of the Shu Dao sect one by one. Although it was planned by Fan Tianjun, Grandma Kongshan was indispensable from the side.
Grandma Kongshan ignored the demons’ hateful gazes.
She faced the coquettish young man in front of the window and said softly: "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. Although I failed to trap and kill the real people of the martial arts sect this time, I have also played with them. From now on, the martial arts sect in the world will
Hearing the name of your Majesty, you will definitely retreat in fear. The subordinates felt that the appearance of that monk was an unexpected gain. Who would have thought that more than twenty years later, there would be such a fish slipping through the net in Buddhism?
And it’s a big fish.”
The young man in front of the window withdrew his gaze: "Having said that, I still feel unhappy. You, a monk, appeared in Jiannan Road, your territory. Do you really have no explanation at all?"
The five-headed eunuch demon was either sneering or gloating about his misfortune.
Grandma Kongshan looked calm as she bent down and said: "I do have a responsibility. To be honest, there was a Budai monster in our Taoist Alliance, and it was the one who lent me my soul bell. But after that, Budai
The monster disappeared, and the whereabouts of the soul bell are unknown. My subordinates once had a feeling that the soul bell encountered the aura of Buddhism, and thought it was an illusion. Now I think it is this monk... I hope you will kill this monk and take it back for your subordinates.
The natal soul bell.”
Fan Tianjun looked deeply at Grandma Kongshan: "After more than 20 years of peace, you have become so careless. Does that thought still appear from time to time and cause trouble to you?"
There was a hint of complexity in Grandma Kongshan's cold eyes: "Over the years, it has become fainter and fainter, but it still appears occasionally."
Fan Tianjun said calmly: "After the battle in Nanjiang, I will take the soul of the true dragon, refine the demon dragon flag, completely refine that idea, and clear the last obstacle for you to break through the title of Jiedu Envoy. You will dominate the underworld and the ghost world.
, and I will proclaim myself the emperor of the demon world."
Grandma Kongshan's face showed ecstasy: "Thank you so much, Your Majesty. My subordinates will definitely be very loyal to Your Majesty."
Jealousy appeared on the faces of the five prefects and demons.
It was clear that Grandma Kongshan had made a big mistake, but the Demon Emperor of the South who soon came to be revealed it in an understatement.
This is the difference between closeness and distance, so you can't accept it.
"Amitabha."
The quiet sound of Buddha's trumpet sounded.
From under the shroud, a series of elm leaves flew out.
The leaves turned into little golden monks, forming a rotating ring in mid-air, with golden light shining.
A monk in white robes walked out of the golden light, fell to the ground, and reached forward to grab it.
One-third of Fang Ziqi's body was put into a cloth bag by Zhou Yi.
Fan Tianjun looked at this scene calmly, with amusement on his face, half-smile but not a smile, and did not stop him or take any action.
And the five big demons had already risen and were attacking Zhou Yi.
The evil spirits of the five titled governors gathered together, rushing like a mighty sea.
Everything in the restaurant was intact and not disturbed by the evil spirits at all.
However, six rapidly rotating cyclones appeared on both sides of Zhou Yi's body.
It was like six round doors opening in the air.
The demon spirit and the big demon passed through the door and disappeared into the restaurant.
In the mountains and forests outside the county government, Zhulong raised his huge dragon head and looked at the five-headed monster flying from the air with confusion.
"One against five? The Bodhisattva really thinks highly of the little dragon. This Jinghe little dragon has only just been named the county lord...that's why it's interesting."
Zhulong's eyes burst with excitement, and he muttered silently.
Six long arms covered with scales protrude from both sides of the dragon's body. They look like humans but not humans, and look like beasts but not beasts. They are obviously another magical power.
The six arms were waved, and the claws and tails came out, turning into phantoms that filled the sky, covering the five-headed prefect demon.
In the county restaurant, Zhou Yi and Fan Tianjun looked away at the same time.
A strange look appeared in Fan Tianjun's eyes: "Ancient supernatural power? No wonder this little Jing River dragon is willing to follow you."
Zhou Yi knew that the other party had misunderstood, but was too lazy to explain.
He used the art of expulsion and transportation and opened six gates. Not only did he lead away the five demons who were titled as prefects, but he also moved all the people in the restaurant and the entire long street to the other side of the county mansion.
In the cold street under the moonlight, only Zhou Yi, Fan Tianjun, and Grandma Kongshan were left.
Buzz!
Zhou Yi put his fingers together.
The sword energy surged, and it was instantly gathered into one force, and without saying a word, it slashed towards Fan Tianjun.
This sword is fast and fierce, it can be called the fastest sword Zhou Yi has unleashed since his debut.
Even though he has never dealt with this golden-winged roc, he also knows that the golden-winged roc is extremely fast. It is said to fly throughout the three realms with one breath. No matter how powerful the Buddhist sword is, if it cannot kill it, it will be in vain.
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A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the young man in a gorgeous robe. The previous indifference and aloofness disappeared and he became extremely cautious.
And his shooting speed was faster than Zhou Yi expected.
A golden feather came first and appeared above his palm.
Lord Fantian exhaled a breath of black energy into the feathers. The energy was as powerful as the wind and as blazing as the sun, but it was the purest natal soul energy connected to the demonic nature.
The golden feathers quickly grew in size, and in one hundredth of a second, they turned into a feather world.
In the Feather Realm, the spiritual birds flying all over the sky are actually the incarnations of golden-winged rocs.
Thousands of golden-winged rocs with unfathomable auras flew out of the scorching sun.
Traveling through the clouds and sky, sucking in the sea, swooping over the underworld... Every time they fly over, their aura will increase exponentially.
In the blink of an eye, their auras had climbed to the peak, and then they gathered together and turned into a giant roc that covered the sky, the sun, and the mountains, rivers, and land.
Black smoke emitted from the giant roc's body, transforming into transparent arms.
A strange mouth sprouted from the palm of the hand, the mouth was full of fangs and sharp teeth, and it laughed like a demon.
For a moment, Zhou Yi felt as if he had entered a real world of feathers.
The mountains and rivers split, the earth sank, and the entire world was sinking under the impact of the giant roc's violent demonic aura.
And Zhou Yi himself is also falling.
He knew in his heart that this was an illusion of witchcraft.
Just like Master Yunhua of the Imperial Soldier Sect fell into his illusion, he knew it was an illusion and saw through it, but he couldn't figure it out.
Just because the person opposite him was the most powerful demon in the south today, the golden-winged roc demon king who possessed demonic powers at the level of a titled Jiedushi.
Fortunately, Zhou Yi is not the real person Yunhua.
Although he was trapped in the magic mirror, his peaceful Zen heart always followed the sword energy.
In the endless sinking world, Zhou Yi looked calm and closed his eyes.
But it seems that there is a third eye, slowly squeezing out from between the eyebrows.
Suddenly, Zhou Yi opened his "eye", his gaze penetrated the world of Yu Realm and fell to the golden feather that had not yet fallen in the restaurant outside the illusion.
"Namo is my Buddha."
The monk whispered the Buddha's name, shattered the feather world with one sword, penetrated the illusion of demons, and struck the golden spiritual feather.