Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live when I preached to animals

Can we still have this little padded jacket that leaks the wind?

"Tell me, Master, why don't you let me trade?"

"The dead are the big ones, no matter how moist you are..."

Zixu was a little puzzled, "The dead are the greatest? What does this have to do with the dead..."

Saying that, Zi Xu lowered his head and took a closer look by the moonlight.

It was a human skull!

The piece that Zixu has been panning is its sky spirit cover!

"what--!"

The screams instantly resounded through the forest.

After a while, the old Taoist let go of his fingers covering his ears, his head buzzing.

Just as he was about to comfort Zixu, a sound of breaking the air came from his ear.

The old man raised his hand slightly, and a paper doll fell into the old man's palm.

This paper doll is not a real doll, but a kind of magic in Laoshan, which is often used to send messages and lead the way.

The paper doll yelled: "Uncle Lin! Daddy is in big trouble! If you don't go, Daddy will burp!"

Lin Laodao focused his eyes and asked, "Did you meet a zombie?"

The paper doll nodded, then immediately shook her head, her papery little face was full of confusion.

"It looks like it is, but Dad says no. I don't know!"

Lin Laodao was at a loss when he heard what the paper doll said.

It looks like a zombie, but the junior says it's not?

Shaking his head, he couldn't care less.

"Zixu, let's go help you uncle."

With a flick of the fingers, a burst of mana was transmitted into the paper doll's body.

"lead the way!"

"Quack! Daddy is saved!"

The uncle was in trouble, Zixu didn't dare to play anymore.

Throwing away the bones, followed behind the paper doll, and left with Lin Laodao.

……

At the same time, Cheng Fan and his party fled here, standing among the clouds.

The four of them looked into the distance, each using their magical powers to observe the environment.

Cheng Fan and Nian Suixi unfolded their spiritual consciousness and explored into the mountains.

The old dragon was babbling about what he was reciting, and he could faintly hear words like "Xunlong" and "Feng Shui".

The Stove Lord tried to find a stove in the mountains, but it was a pity that there were few people in this place, let alone a stove, no one would buy a house in such a place.

After a long time, Sui Suixi said: "There are many miasmas in the mountains, and the yin is very heavy. Some of the miasmas can damage the consciousness. Little friend, have you found anything?"

Cheng Fan shook his head slightly, "Same as my predecessors, my spiritual consciousness is also severely restricted. But it is also because of this that Li Xiuyang dares to hide blood corpses in this kind of place, not afraid of being discovered by other monks."

"And he didn't place the blood corpses in a fixed place, but let them hunt freely, and he couldn't determine the exact location. I'm afraid I have to check it myself this time."

Nian Suixi nodded, "Even if you are looking for a needle in a haystack, you have to go through this journey."

The Stove Lord smiled wryly and spread his hands, "This damn place doesn't even have a stove, so I won't make a fool of myself."

Everyone turned their eyes to the old dragon, only he remained silent.

The old dragon said slowly: "This dragon's spiritual sense is not as good as yours, and no blood corpses have been found. But there is one thing that makes this dragon feel very strange."

"What's weird?"

"The feng shui of this place is very good. According to those feng shui masters in the past, this place is an excellent place for burials."

The corner of Nian Suixi's mouth twitched, and his eyes were dangerous.

It's so cloudy here, why do you need to say it?

"Nobles, generals, dignitaries, all wish to be buried here to protect their descendants."

"And then there's the night wind, Benlong always feels something is wrong, it makes his scalp numb."

"What's wrong with Night Breeze? Isn't it just a bit more cloudy?" Stove Lord asked puzzled.

Cheng Fan shook his head and said, "Three seniors, there is indeed something wrong with Night Breeze. I have observed carefully that the Yin Qi in Yangxiu's Viewing Night Breeze has the same source as the Yin Qi here, but the Yin Qi is more intense."

"The night wind here is full of Yin Qi, and it can blow to Yangxiu Temple twenty miles away. Is it possible?"

"This……"

"Twenty miles is a bit exaggerated."

The three shook their heads in unison.

The old dragon suggested: "Why don't you go and see where the source of this dark wind is now?"

Cheng Fan shook his head and said, "Senior Long, put the matter of Night Breeze aside for now, the most urgent thing is to get rid of those evils first."

"Li Xiuyang has dozens of senior brothers and dozens of disciples, all of whom have been refined into blood corpses by him. This is not a small number. Moreover, each blood corpse has the strength close to the Taoist level."

"After everything is over, it won't be too late for us to find the source of the Yin wind."

"That's right, let's get down to business first."

Nian Suixi nodded emphatically, and said with a final word.

The four of them had no objection, and each chose a direction to escape into the mountain.

Cheng Fan Yujian flew hundreds of meters, and suddenly his ears moved, and he caught a trace of strangeness.

So he sped up his speed and turned into a streak of light, piercing through the air.

Chapter 266 Patriarch, give me strength

Not long after, Cheng Fan arrived at the destination.

At this moment, he was standing on the flying sword, restraining his breath and hiding.

Below him, four unidentified people were fighting a group of blood corpses.

One of them was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, with seven stars on his feet, eight trigrams in his hand, and his face was majestic, extremely majestic, and his cultivation was in the early stage of foundation establishment.

It's just that the pair of round-rimmed glasses on his face is a little out of character.

Beside him was a young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi, whose cultivation base was not high, probably at the seventh or eighth level of Qi training.

Holding a mahogany sword in his hand, he kept moving around under the siege of blood corpses, very agile.

On the other side are two monks, one old and one young.

The old monk is holding a Zen stick and pinching the Buddha seal, chanting words in his mouth.

The Buddha's light constantly appeared around him, several blood corpses could not get close to him, and his breath was not far from the Taoist with glasses.

The young monk at his feet shivered while hugging the old monk's thigh. He seemed to be about the same age as the little girl, and her cultivation was only at the second level of Qi training, which could be regarded as a first glimpse.

Cheng Fan was stunned when he saw it.

Started training with the old monk at such a young age?

Could it be that I have protected my little girl too much?

But seeing the young monk's terrified appearance, Cheng Fan felt that it was very right not to bring his little daughter along on this trip.

……

"Master, think of a way, I can't run anymore!" Qingpao Xiaodao said with a wry smile.

"Jia Le, hold on a little longer, I've already sent a paper doll to ask your uncle for help."

The Taoist with glasses swung his sword to force a blood corpse back, and replied loudly.

"How long will it last?"

"An hour!"

"Ah? Then I'm done playing!"

Jia Le moved left and right, dragging the two blood corpses abruptly.

The Taoist with glasses alone endured the siege of several blood corpses. On the surface, he was majestic, but in fact he was almost unable to hold on.

His apprentice was also chased away by the blood corpse.

But the old monk over there was alone and had no intention of helping.

The Taoist with glasses couldn't hold back at all, he swung his sword to cut away the bloody corpse, and cursed: "You old bald donkey, don't you just stand by and watch? You won't be able to run away after I die!"

The old monk sighed, "Namo Amitabha. This Taoist brother, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's because I have no power."

"Jia Le, lead the zombies to the old monk, isn't he boundless in Buddhism? Let him save these guys!"

Hearing this, Jia Le staggered and was almost thrown down by the blood corpse.

Fortunately, he was nimble and did a somersault with his hands on the ground to escape the slaughter of the blood corpse.

"Master, is this not good? There are children over there." Jia Le shook his head.

The Taoist with glasses consciously made a slip of the tongue and didn't say much.

The old monk squeezed the Buddha's seal, and asked with a bitter face, "Dare to ask brother glasses, why are there so many zombies in this place?"

The Taoist with glasses suddenly became unhappy, and scolded: "Okay you old bald donkey, did I offend you by wearing glasses?"

"Master, it's already this time, so don't pick things up. There are really too many zombies here."

The Taoist with glasses twitched his lips and said, "I don't know where this thing came from. It's not very strong, but it's better because of the large number. It's not the same as a real zombie."

"According to my experience as a veteran, the zombies formed in this kind of yin, they absorb the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the moon, and their power should be far greater than that of these miscellaneous fish."

"These miscellaneous fish are just too many, so I don't have time to open the altar. If you give me time, let me ask the ancestor master to take the upper body, and guarantee one sword!"

Jia Le rolled her eyes when she heard the words, "Ah, that's right! What Master said is right."

"Hey! Don't believe me, kid, I'll show you a trick right now as a teacher!"

The Taoist with glasses couldn't see others perfunctory him, so he immediately threw out the gossip plate and stopped the blood corpses in front of him.

Then he stood still, shaking his head and began to practice.

"Master Patriarch, give me strength!"

The Taoist with glasses was only focused on doing what he did, he didn't notice that Jia Le had let go of his hatred, and a few blood corpses came to him in an instant.

Seeing this, Jia Le's expression changed drastically.

"Master, be careful behind you!"

A cold light flashed across, and the several bloody corpses around the Taoist priest with glasses were cut in half.

Jiale and the two monks, one old and one young, were all stunned.

Even the Buddha's light on his body dimmed a bit.

The cold light flashed again, and there was a crisp sword cry. All the blood corpses on the scene fell to the ground, and none of them could get up again.

"Please go to the grandfather!"

The Taoist with glasses finally finished his practice, his body suddenly swelled up, his breath soared, and he was approaching the late stage of Taoism.

The Taoist with glasses waved the peach wood sword casually twice, proudly said: "Jia Le, now look at me with a sword, a child!"

"Huh? I haven't used my strength yet, why did they all fall down?"

After the Taoist with glasses looked around, he was stunned on the spot.

"Hey, is this the power of the Patriarch? Thank you, Patriarch, for saving your life!"

The Taoist with glasses bowed his head and bowed as he said that.