Journey to the West: The criminal police handle the case, and the immortal Buddha retreats

Wang Shi relied on the holy-level nine-breathing convincing qi of Patriarch Subhuti to maximize the most basic convincing technique, and the cultivation effect surpassed most of the immortal kung fu scriptures in the Three Realms that specialize in qi refining. Yuanshen grows naturally with the condensed golden core.

"I see!"

Instead, Wang Shi understood the function of the Octagonal Guangfa altar without asking, probably to use the formation of heaven and earth to expand the perception distance of the primordial spirit. It is simply an artifact to assist monks in casting spells.

The communication between monks, no matter how much explanation is given, is not as thorough as having someone demonstrate it in person. Wang Shi, who lacks common sense, understood the mystery of the primordial spirit coming out of his body, and finally gained some benefits.

The mist pervading Wushan was circulated lightly under Jiang Yaoyuan's skillful hand, and then collected the clean water of the Daning River and used it for brewing. In an instant, thick cumulonimbus clouds formed, and then waved again and again. Transfer the cumulus clouds to various parts of Wushan Godland.

At first sight of the great magic technique that can change the natural climate of the world, Wang Shizhi was elated, and his shock was hard to describe. He could only stare at Jiang Yao in the mist like smoke, for fear of missing any details of casting the spell.

Giggle...

Yaoji looked back and smiled coquettishly, with the hairpin on her head like a complaint.

huh~~~
Suddenly, Jiang Yao exhaled like blue, and mischievously sprayed a small mouthful of immortal energy on Wang Shi's face, which instantly woke Wang Shi up.

"Prince! You can't learn this spell like this."

"Er... how about, girl, you should call me Brother Shitou!"

Shi Shi is his internal title in the Blue Star Tianchao criminal police detachment. Speaking of it, his dream of police uniform is quite tortuous. Even if his brother who died heroically in the line of duty recited the letter in advance, it mainly depends on his own efforts.He is not a proud man from the police academy. From a police trainee to a trainee police officer, and then to a full-fledged police officer with a police number and rank, it can be said that his journey has been smooth.Wang Shi started as a small police officer, and then became an auxiliary police officer under the training of his brother Wang Lei.In a serial murder case, Wang Shiyong won first-class personal merit, and was finally promoted to a criminal policeman.

A scar the size of a thumb was added to the back of his head during the investigation of that dangerous case.

"Brother...Brother!"

Jiang Yao spoke crisply and tried to scream, but she seemed to have thought of something else, her beautiful eyes looked at a yellow-brown cliff on the east bank of Bawu Gorge, and she became a little absent-minded.

"Good girl! What's the matter with you?"

The clouds were slightly scattered, just like Wang Shi's mood at the moment.

The snow elf wrapped in silver makeup is close at hand, her every move, every frown and smile, whether she is happy or sad, or joyful or sad, has actually touched Wang Shi's heart, he asked anxiously.

"I'm fine, little rock!"

Jiang Yao, who turned around, replied in a low voice.

Wang Shi hastily corrected: "Pfft... call me brother!"

"Little stone, don't move."

"Oh!"

Under Wang Shi's unclear gaze, Jiang Yao raised his left hand high, and gently pressed his cream-like jade index finger on the Yintang acupoint of his Yuanshen body, and countless images were layered and multiplied in his mind.

moment……

"This is... this is the Chaoyun Duskyu technique!"

It turned out that Yao Ji wanted to pass on a spell to him.

Zhaoyunmuyu is a profound hybrid spell that Yaoji self-understands from her supernatural powers, and this spell is also the first spell that Wang Shi learned in this world.

The real calling of wind and rain is not a common thing, but one of the 36 transformations of Tiangang, which is famous in the Three Realms. There are not many masters of cultivation who can exert its great power.Although Zhaoyunmuyu is not as good as the original version of Calling the Wind and Rain, Jiang Yao has also incorporated some other mysterious changes. It seems that a lot of purification and healing spells have been intentionally added to it.

Generally speaking, this is an auxiliary spell of self-dedication, and it is also a large-scale collective spell, which can be described as hematemesis dedication.The effect of its single-body healing is not too outstanding, probably better than nothing, there must be gains and losses!
"Good spell! Good spell! Good spell!"

Wang Shi praised with some incomprehension.

In a world where demons and ghosts are rampant, the ability to attack and protect oneself is king, otherwise even the qualification to live in peace will be deprived.

Jiang Yao did not continue to chat with him, but concentrated on weaving clouds and collecting rain. She was like the best teacher, demonstrating every key point from twisting formulas to controlling things in person under his eyes.

The evening wind blows, cumulus clouds leak, and countless raindrops hang down the sky.The ancient town at the foot of the mountain, the old city in the outer suburbs, the streets and alleys, the people rushed home one after another.

"My God! It's the Goddess who is bestowing the spiritual liquid. Wife, hurry up, come out and accept the gift of spiritual liquid!"

The leisurely old man leaned on a nine-jointed quinoa stick in his left hand, and stood hunched on the bright platform under the eaves pillars. He stretched out a trembling right hand to catch a handful of water drops that fell from the two drops of water, and then He put it in his mouth and tasted a little, then shouted into the room excitedly.

Not only the old man in the ancient town, but also the middle-aged fisherman who was still drenched in the rain at the bridgehead licked the Mu Yu that flowed from the corner of his mouth, and said with joy, "Huh? That's right, this is the spiritual liquid!"

"It's just...it's just why it's so early this year?"

The young man leading the old cow back to the shed on the side of the road held a green reed stalk in his mouth, and said to himself with a puzzled face.

The boy in civilian clothes galloped past with a pottery basin, and turned back after a few steps. He patted the ecstatic young man and urged him repeatedly: "Fourth brother Li, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, everyone is here!" Waiting for you!"

"Oh!"

Li Si, who couldn't figure it out, could only lead the cow back to the shed quickly.

The dolls are carrying their own pots, the teenagers are dragging the pottery, and the adults are learning from each other. There are good homes everywhere, and there are also song-carrying boys who hold the pottery and knock on the pottery. Song.

Liulan transformed into the daughter of Wushan, gifted spiritual liquid seven hundred miles away.

Chaoyunmuyuxi, the mother of the gods, washes away the dust and overcomes the suffering of people.

The morning sun shines on the 12 peaks at night, and Cuiping is the same from generation to generation.

Immortals come to the mortal world, the kings look up together, and there is no dream on the balcony to find a marriage.

……

In the center of the stone hall, on the altar, the two souls returned to their seats.

"Cough cough cough..."

It was the first time to experience the primordial spirit coming out of the body. Even with the Guangfa altar to suppress the soul, the instantaneous switch between the two perspectives still caused Wang Shi some physical discomfort.

"Good girl! Can you tell my brother, what is the relationship between you and King Chuxiang?" Wang Shi asked as soon as he recovered from the long song that was vaguely echoing in his mind.

"Hehehe... You should ask Sister Mountain Ghost about this."

Jiang Yao covered her small mouth, and the flowers and branches trembled in an instant.

"Po Shitou, what are you asking!" Wen Ru came up, both angry and worried, pouted, "His Royal Highness the Third Princess! You just recovered, why did you use magic to rain. If... just in case..."

"My sister knows, I just hope that brother Xingtian can wake up soon, he is the hope of our human race!"

"Who is Brother Xingtian?"

Is it Xingtian or Xingtian?
How is it the hope of the human race?
Are you sure you're not kidding me?

Jiang Yao walked out directly, and the mountain ghost followed silently.

Wang Shi stood beside them on the Qianzhang cliff on the east bank of Bawu Gorge, and looked up. He saw many rectangular caves at a height of [-] zhang, and there were pitch-black coffins hanging in the open caves.

Wang Shi, who was full of doubts, was still guessing, but the mountain ghost turned into a cloud of ink-like black mist and enveloped the two of them, leading Wang Shi and Jiang Yao into the yellow-brown cliff.

When the three of them appeared again, they had come to an underground palace. In the center of the underground palace, there was a huge stone platform floating in the air. Under the stone platform, the depth was bottomless. The darkness made people feel frightened. Seven huge luminous pearls inlaid on the wall.

Yeming orbs are arranged according to the formation of seven stars, there are chiefs and there are ladles.

Countless circular stone pillars stood out from the darkness, and they were at the top of one of the outermost stone pillars, seven or eight miles away from the floating stone platform in the center.

"Where is this place?"

Such a vast underground palace is definitely not inside the yellow-brown cliff. Wang Shi guessed that it should be somewhere in the bottom of Wushan.

The mountain ghost stopped Wang Shi casually: "Don't ask!"

Then the elder sister Shangui led the two of them to fly over the stone pillars against the wind. Every time they flew over a stone pillar, they had to pause for a few breaths, and then Yaoji made a special spiritual seal.Wait until the seal is submerged in the stone pillar before flying to the next stone pillar. During this time, the direction has changed seven times, passing 49 stone pillars along the way.

A stone tablet was erected on the edge of the huge floating stone platform.

The stele body is stained and mottled, and the inscriptions are deeply sunken.

Two columns of cloud seal characters:

Xing Tianwu is a dry soul, and his fierce ambition is always there.

"Damn it! It's really... Brother Xingtian!"

Wang Shi's eyes widened in disbelief.