Chapter 57: There are also horses who worship the Great Sage! (End of volume)
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Zhou Yi sat cross-legged on the back of a horse.
Rely on strong waist and abdominal strength to control balance.
Flying between light and dark light and shadow that are difficult to capture with the naked eye.
In the air in front of you, a large paragraph of small black characters about Ye Ma Fugu appeared:
'As the saying goes, old things become strange, but ancient trees become fine.'
'However, the spirits and monsters of heaven and earth are all limited to their origins. Even if a tree is rooted in the earth, it becomes a spirit and cannot leave its native land.'
'But there is an old locust tree in the world. After becoming a spirit, it was not willing to be limited to one village or one county, so it signed a blood contract with the souls of thousands of horses in the underground river, summoned the souls of thousands of horses, and condensed them into night horses.
bone.'
'Therefore, there are rumors in ancient times that the sap of a tall tree is as red as blood; the spiritual energy of a three-hundred-year-old tree can turn into pigs and sheep; the spiritual energy of a thousand-year-old tree is a white horse, which can roam the world.'
'In fact, the so-called white horse transformed by spiritual energy is a night horse formed by refining the bones of a night horse from an old tree and integrating them into one body.'
"This night horse is extremely rare. It can fly up to heaven, and can go straight into the underworld. It can reach all three realms. Once it falls into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, it will definitely cause harm to the world, causing suffering to the people and ruining all lives."
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This night of Ma Fu Gu was not born without reason.
It is a treasure condensed from the old locust tree at the entrance of Wangcai Village. By chance, it summoned the souls of tens of thousands of dead horses underground.
The creatures in heaven and earth each have their own abilities.
The old tree became a spirit and gave birth to spirituality, so it wanted to leave its homeland and see the world outside.
Once it is refined into the Night Horse Fu Gu.
When its spirit merges with the bones of the Night Horse, it can transform into a white horse, leave its body and travel around the world.
However, all of this has long been under the secret observation of Lord Pingjiang.
When the old locust tree at the entrance of Wangcai Village was about to condense the bones of the night horse, a young man possessed by a ghost chariot acted as a puppet, killing people to steal money, buying horses to get their souls, and helping the old tree spirit to speed up the refining process.
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This is certainly not about making friends and doing good deeds.
But it was to snatch the Night Horse Fu Bones from the old locust tree and make it his own.
From a certain perspective, Night Horse Fugu is the life-long effort of the old Sophora japonica tree spirit.
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"Amitabha……"
At the entrance of Wangcai Village, where there is still a faint smell of blood in the air, a monk and a night horse emerge from under a tree.
Zhou Yi stared at the old locust tree.
The lush, round and curved large locust tree branches and leaves swayed and made a rustling sound, as if they wanted to tell something.
"You have been an old tree spirit for nearly a thousand years, and you can still only 'talk' in this way?"
Zhou Yi took out the locust tree leaf from his arms and smiled:
"Take the leaf as a letter and float it from outside the county to the south of the county to convey your feelings... The donor is quite elegant."
While speaking, Zhou Yi dismounted from his horse, shook his slightly heated areas imperceptibly, and walked slowly to the tree.
The big locust tree swayed in the absence of wind and trembled even more violently.
I don't know if it's excitement or fear.
"Little monk Yichen, I have met the Sophora japonica benefactor."
"Donor, don't be nervous. This is not the first time we have dealt with each other. That day in Wangcai Village, we had a little tacit understanding. The young monk came here tonight and just wanted to talk to the Sophora japonica benefactor."
"Speaking of which, the Sophora Alba Donor is the real 'hidden master' in Wenhe County."
"In order to be free from restraints and leave your true body, you spent hundreds of years secretly collecting the souls of ten thousand horses and condensing them into the bones of the night horse. For this reason, you even gave up on the transformation, and all your cultivation practices were used to restrain and lead.
Enter the horse soul."
"Perhaps you also know the reason why holding a jade is a crime. There are countless strong people in this world, and demons and ghosts are rampant. Only those who are cowardly can finally harvest the treasure."
"It's a pity that some things cannot be hidden."
"The talented giant demon Pingjiang Jun was injured and fled north to Jiannan Road. He accidentally discovered the existence of Ye Ma Fu Gu. So Gui Che and Bai Yu traveled outside Wenhe County and killed three people who wanted to go to Xu.
A visitor from the capital of the Mansion was wasted and skinned, Li Daitao was frozen into the Xu Mansion, and then the ghost chariot possessed a man in the village and became a teenager, stealing the dead man's property and buying a horse, which attracted bad people... this series of events."
"I have to admit that the Sophora japonica donor is really a unique tree spirit."
"As the saying goes, 'Knowing that all dharma has no self is achieved through patience'."
"After much thought, the little monk realized that he really shouldn't take away the thousand-year fortune of the Sophora japonica benefactor."
"If I return the dead horse's bones to you, can you promise me, this young monk, that from now on you will never do evil in the world?"
The wind blows under the moon.
The big locust tree became quiet.
"Amitabha, you are so verbose, just like a certain senior monk. The young monk has stopped making noises, so I'll take it as your answer."
Zhou Yi didn't really want to get its answer.
He smiled and took out the jade-white horse bone from his sleeve.
Tie a hairband with fragrant beads on a branch.
Under the moonlight, the bones of the night horse seemed to be frozen into hot water, quickly melting into the branches.
But the night horse summoned by Zhou Yi still stopped at the entrance of the village, snorting and spitting out streams of burning breath.
It didn't disappear just because he returned the Night Horse Fu Gu.
"Sure enough, the real ability of the small black letters is not to seize, but more like... creation and rebirth."
Zhou Yi murmured in a low voice.
Just as he had guessed, after returning Ye Ma Fu's bones to the old locust tree, Ye Ma did not disappear.
Just like the Earthly Immortal Relic Sword, the small black characters did not really bring it to Zhou Yi, but turned it into sword pills and sword energy.
In a sense, the small black letters only capture their abilities.
But it allowed them to break away from the shackles of their original bodies, turn decay into magic, and sublimate into another more powerful and wonderful magic.
An extraordinary spell that only a young monk can possess and control...
"Good."
Zhou Yi nodded with great satisfaction, and then in the unique sitting posture of Buddhism, he sat on the huge night horse and disappeared under the moonlight at the entrance of the village.
The moonlight is like water, spreading over the earth.
I don’t know how long it took, but the big locust tree began to sway again, but more intensely than before, with branches swaying and leaves flying, as if dancing under the moon.
In an instant, a transparent figure jumped out of the tree.
It did not transform into the legendary night horse as described in the ancient secret book.
Perhaps, there can only be one night horse in the world.
Or maybe it's for other reasons.
All in all, the Sophora japonica spirit that left its true body has a humanoid figure with an ancient wood color, but has the face of a horse.
It was stunned for a moment, looking down at its slender human figure, seemingly disappointed.
But soon, it realized something, and its eyes showed a little joy.
Then it raised its legs and took a few steps forward unsteadily.
Like a baby walking, stumbling.
Finally, it stood firm in front of the stream.
He closed his eyes, raised his head and took a deep breath.
He immediately opened his eyes, his face full of joy, fell to the ground, and bowed deeply in the direction where the monk was going.
After a long time, it trembled with its tongue and spoke unskilled human words.