In the Blade

On Taiyin Mountain, inside the Taiyin Emperor Temple.

Under the cover of night, in front of the majestic statue of the emperor, a middle-aged monk with a white face and no beard was facing the statue, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was sitting cross-legged.

In the dim candlelight, a brass sword lay across his knees, looking murderous.

The young monks who had kind faces during the day came in one after another, but at this moment, the faces of these young monks carrying magic swords were a little less gentle - they were also smiling, but at this moment they were smiling. There was a bit of disdain in the smile.

Of course, after seeing the middle-aged monk in front of the statue, they all calmed down and bowed to the middle-aged monk's back.

"Master!"

"No need to be polite."

The middle-aged monk raised his eyes slightly, but didn't even look back.

"How's it going? Have all the new scriptures been distributed?"

"Send it all, Master."

The leading young monk cupped his fists and raised his hands.

"Those refugees like to watch it very much, and they are more serious about watching Emperor Baogao than before."

"You really have no wisdom."

Hearing the feedback from the disciple in front of him, the middle-aged monk couldn't help but shake his head.

The so-called Emperor Baogao refers to the previous scriptures praising "the mysterious emperor who subdues demons in Taiyin". In this Taiyin Mountain, it is a first-class sacred thing - but the refugees do not understand the mystery and treat this Waiting for the treasure to be discarded like worn-out shoes, he concentrated on the scriptures that recorded the evil ghosts that suppressed the mountain, and couldn't let go of the scrolls.

This is simply, this is simply...

"call……"

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, the middle-aged monk raised his head slightly and looked up at the statue of Emperor Taiyin in front of him.

I saw the statue of the emperor in front of me making secrets with her left hand, holding a sword in her right hand, with auspicious clouds at her feet, wearing a brocade robe, but there was indescribable majesty between her brows.

If given the chance, who wouldn't want to be like the Taiyin Emperor, slaying demons and living freely between heaven and earth?

But the middle-aged monk knows that such things are not something ordinary people can do.

The middle-aged monk’s real surname is Zhang, and his name has the same character. For several generations, he has lived in Taiyin Mountain and maintained the mountain temple as his profession. However, Zhang’s surname is not a native of Yiyang, but a descendant from Yiyang. My great-grandfathers moved here.

At that time, Zhang Qi's great-grandfather passed through Taiyin Mountain and accidentally discovered the mountain temple that was still dilapidated at that time, and was lucky enough to get a brass magic sword. With a sword in hand, Zhang Qi's great-grandfather felt something in his heart, so he moved his family here and lived in seclusion in Taiyin Mountain.

As for the purpose of seclusion...

Of course it is for the purpose of cultivating immortality.

Externally, the Zhang family only said that they had obtained the magic sword to prove that they deserved to practice in this mountain temple, but internally, the Zhang family knew that the two scrolls were more important than the magic sword. Bao Jing - one volume is the "Emperor's Bao Gao of Taiyin's Mysterious Conquering Demons", and the other volume is "Illustrated Records of the Disguised Transformations of Evil in Taiyin Mountain".

The latter is all about ghosts and monsters in the Taiyin Mountains. There are many murders and cruelties in the article. The ancestor of the Zhang family was quite unhappy and felt that it was not the right way, so he usually kept it sealed and regarded it as a biography of monsters. Take it out occasionally to gain insights and broaden your horizons. As for the former, the ancestor of the Zhang family recited it day and night, practiced diligently, and required himself according to the records in the emperor's imperial edict, hoping that one day he would succeed in practicing and master that incredible power.

To the outside world, the ancestor of the Zhang family only said that he was serving the mountain god and chanting sutras day and night just to keep the peace around Taiyin.

But only the ancestor of the Zhang family knew that he had actually succeeded in cultivation.

However, it is successful, but it is rather embarrassing. Strictly speaking, it should only be half completed. After practicing day and night, the ancestor of the Zhang family did condense the golden armored god to protect himself, and he was nearly nine years old. Ten, is still strong and healthy, but this is still far, far away from the living immortal he wants to truly achieve.

"What is missing?"

On the day of his 100th birthday, the ancestor of the Zhang family died with hatred.

Since then, every generation of the Zhang clan has studied the Emperor's Baogao and tried to find the real method of cultivating immortals. However, no matter how they read the words and sentences in the Baogao, they could not get a glimpse of the truth in this Baogao. .

Until it was passed down to Zhang Qi's generation.

Unlike his devout and religious ancestors, Zhang Qi is a quick-thinking person. Like his ancestors, after practicing the Emperor Baogao, he was also stuck at the point where his ancestors could not make progress in his life - but at this time, Zhang Qi did not continue to practice like his ancestors, but thought of his great-grandfather The rumors left behind.

"If practicing immortal magic only requires one volume of Bao Jing, then why were there two volumes of Bao Jing obtained by our ancestors?"

With this thought in mind, Zhang Qi took out the sealed book and read it carefully.

Then, he realized the significance of the existence of this second volume of Bao Sutra.

"Without earth, where is the sky? Without demons? Where is the god?"

At that moment, Zhang Qi felt that he had understood everything.

If there were not these one hundred thousand evil ghosts, how could there be an immortal who could conquer one hundred thousand evil ghosts with this sword?

"So, they have made their choice."

In front of the statue, a middle-aged monk named Zhang Qi had an expressionless face.

"If they can develop the root of wisdom, they can join us and seek the path to immortality together, but now they have chosen the second book of treasure... then we can't blame them!"

Saying this, Zhang Qi stood up suddenly, and with a wave of the brass magic sword in his hand, a shadow of an emperor that was identical to the statue appeared behind him!

And those young monks could no longer hold back and released the golden-armored god behind them.

Yes, it’s not that they haven’t given these refugees a chance, but it’s obvious that these refugees are ignorant of the treasures in the mountains, but they can’t let go of the scriptures that record evil ghosts. This also means that these refugees are destined to ghosts. , after rounding it off, it is almost the same as an evil ghost!

What's more, with more than 10,000 mouths for eating, they are indeed no different from hungry ghosts.

In the past, the Taiyin Emperor could kill a hundred thousand evil ghosts with one sword. Naturally, they were not as good as the Emperor, but it was more than enough to kill these ten thousand hungry ghosts!

What's more, it's not like they haven't done this kind of thing before.

"Suppress the demons and ghosts today!"

Raising his magic sword to clear the way, Zhang Qi took the lead in walking out of the mountain temple.

"Disciples, listen! Follow me!"

All of a sudden, a group of young monks filed out one after another, and under the leadership of Zhang Qi, they headed straight to Zhuangzi down the mountain.

Even though it was already dark, the refugees in Zhuangzi were still concentrating on reading the second volume of the Book of Treasures. While they were watching the ghosts and monsters killing people in the book, they were imagining what it would be like if they had this power. At that moment, a dark ghost gradually appeared behind them.

It was obvious that this time, the refugees had really accomplished something.

But that makes no sense.

When they saw these ferocious sword-wielding monks, these refugees, including the ghosts behind them, wanted to resist desperately - but these ghosts that had just condensed and these refugees who had never really made a move, how could they resist? Can he beat the real golden armored god? How could he defeat those sharp magic swords stained with evil spirits?

In just a few strokes, all the refugees in this wing were killed. The movements were so clean and so fast that these refugees did not even have time to make a sound.

It is obvious that the monks in these mountain temples are quite skilled at doing this kind of thing.

"Let's go! Go to the next room!"

Carrying the blood-stained brass magic sword, Zhang Qi strode like lightning.

In just a moment, Zhang Qi led his men to kill five rooms in a row, and nearly a hundred Yanzhou refugees fell to death under these magic swords.

These refugees who fled all the way from Yanzhou never dreamed that these immortals who were so amiable before would suddenly kill them, and the lives they finally escaped were due to their greed for these gods and wonders. The technique was directly destroyed in the Taiyin Mountain.

But at this time, Zhang Qi had already led his men to the door of the sixth wing.

"Master, be careful. The person living in this wing is indeed a leader of this group of refugees. He leads more than 300 brave veterans. He seems to be quite brave, so he may not be easy to deal with."

Just when Zhang Qi was about to break in, a young monk warned him.

But Zhang Qi, who had already killed several people, didn't take it seriously.

"It's just a fight to kill a man. Today I want to let him know what it means to be as high as the devil and as high as the Tao!"

As he spoke, the shadow of the emperor behind Zhang Qi grew in the wind, and in an instant it was already ten feet tall!

That heroic figure hanging in mid-air is really like a god coming to the world!

"amazing!"

All the disciples praised him one after another. They had never seen such a majestic scene before.

"amazing!"

The body passed through the roof of the wing, and the dark ghost image, which was several feet high, saw something interesting and silently clapped its hands in admiration.

In the first update in the afternoon, I was a little tired and couldn’t reach 4,000 words. I went to have another dinner and then wrote the second update, and my schedule became normal.

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