Taoist chanting

"Forgive me, you and I are fellow immortals..."

"die!"

Zhang Wenfeng's eyes were indifferent, his sword pierced into the black mist, Yuan Qi broke out and twisted violently.

The old ghost was hit hard, how could he be able to resist it, completely lost his soul, and even lost the opportunity to enter the Nether Realm.

The black mist disintegrated, turned into streaks of Yin Qi floating and sank to the ground, born here and returned here.

"Bang", the black zombie that lost control fell on the gravel slope, rolled down a few times, was blocked by the remaining bushes, and the faint fire in the eye socket went out.

On Zhang Wenfeng's face, there was no joy in destroying ghosts.

Without merit, the merit gained from killing ghosts is certainly much less than catching ghosts alive and throwing them into the underworld.

He is cleaning the door for the Xuanmu Master of Xianlingguan, and he is not worthy of joy, and his heart is a little heavy.

As the old ghost begged for mercy and called out the word "Fairy Spirit Temple", he was fully aware of the old ghost's heel, that is, the third generation master of the Fairy Spirit Temple who once took away the spiritual energy stone of the secret room and some classic books, and perhaps also took Some magic tools were taken.

The old ghost had already recognized his identity through his swordsmanship and the green bamboo sword in his hand.

At a critical juncture, the old ghost deliberately called himself a "Xianlingguan Taoist priest", making him stunned and relaxed, taking advantage of the opportunity, using ghost magic to plot and escape, trying to make the less flexible corpse puppet spray corpse poison Turn things around.

I just didn't expect that he also has a donkey companion, not ordinary as it looks on the surface, who can release Leifa to help.

Of course, he never expected that he would have a way to wake up from the illusion so quickly.

The agency was too smart to calculate, and it wasted Qingqing's life.

He sighed silently in his heart, in order to survive the period of spiritual decline and seek longevity, he turned himself into a ghost, and did everything possible to create a corpse-raising puppet in a gathering yin, trap the ghost for nourishment, and kill people.

It is very likely that some floating corpses in the water are the work of old ghosts.

In the end it ended up like this, which is sad, but not pitiful!

This secret, let's just let it pass in disgrace.

The donkey saw that Guanzhu's face was not good-looking, so he leaned forward and glanced at the foot of the mountain that was not moving, and reminded: "Watcher, quickly light the candle, and be careful not to be poisoned by the fragrance of flowers!"

Zhang Wenfeng shook his head and said: "It's okay, the ecstasy flower has withered, the yin qi has subsided, the fragrance of the flower won't last long, and it won't affect us anymore."

For him, it is not affected by the fragrance of flowers, and he can break the Taoism by reciting the scriptures silently.

He lit the candle with the special wick, thinking more about the donkey, lest there should be an accident.

Of course, he also wanted to confuse the old ghost on the top of the mountain, so he deliberately protected the candlelight carefully.

The old ghost deliberately put out the candle in his hand, but it didn't work.

The donkey spit out the drug residue in its mouth. Not to mention, the more chewed this thing, the more aftertaste it has, and the mouth is full of freshness.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled, "Look at it."

He didn't search for the black zombie that fell to the ground. That guy had black hair and no strands, and there was no way he could hide fruit on his body.

I didn't cut off the shriveled head of the black zombie with the sword in my hand. It's no use, the old ghost died, and the remaining corpse became an ownerless thing, which can be used for credit.

He wouldn't learn magic manipulation for the sake of a corpse puppet.

There is an inheritance of the Immortal Spirit View, which is enough for him to practice.

Sometimes because of greed, one step is wrong, and in the end, the greed can't go back.

Furthermore, corpse puppets need to be nourished by gathering yin, and not everyone can control them.

There is a donkey, a companion who can ride, call, and obedient, enough for him to walk the rivers and lakes.

He walks the right path, and stability is fast.

Take out a folded oilcloth thin bag from the donkey's back, put the black zombie on the donkey's back.

One person and one donkey descended to the foot of the mountain, and the battle below was wild and tragic, beyond their expectations.

There were scratches and potholes left everywhere, rocks shattered and splashed, and trees fell down countless times. On a rock on the hillside, I saw a strange-looking, thin monkey with round eyes and a hole in the chest and abdomen.

There was a mess all over the place, and there were two kinds of animal hairs mixed in the blood on the ground.

"Water Monkey!"

Zhang Wenfeng recognized at a glance the origin of the monkey whose coat was blue and black with water-stained luster and claws as sharp as rakes.

It is not much different from the image recorded in the classics. This kind of water monster becomes a monster, which is a scourge of the waters in this area, and it is extremely difficult to capture and destroy.

It seems that he inadvertently picked up a lot of credit.

After carefully testing the breath of the water monkey, he took out an oilcloth bag and put the water monkey on the donkey's back.

There was a line of blood on the rocky ground, and it went to the southeast of the foot of the mountain.

Zhang Wenfeng and the donkey looked at each other and smiled, the two demons really lost both sides of the fight, half a catty.

"Ah uh... hurry up, I have opened my mouth, no matter if it's good or bad, it's all in the light, maybe I can grab a fruit."

The donkey was very proud, rushing ahead with a donkey and chasing it.

Chapter 76 The person who cultivates the Tao, blames and asks for everything

Zhang Wenfeng and the donkey followed the blood trail. Under the moonlight, they searched for about three or four miles and came to a low earth mountain.

Based on the topographic map I had seen in my memory, I guessed that this place was Tuji Ridge.

Originally, I was thinking of waiting until dawn to run, and Xun Yixun made an abnormal noise, which frightened the villagers at the foot of the mountain to move. The Water Monkey fought to the death and let him solve the case in advance without any effort.

Following the intermittent blood trail, I climbed to the top of the mountain, and in front of me was a hole covered by long weeds, which was very inconspicuous.

There are many caves like this, which are many up and down hills, and are the hiding places of some small beasts.

If it weren't for a little blood on the grass, it would be hard to imagine that a monster would be mixed in with ordinary beasts.

He gave the donkey a look, the donkey retreated to the side, preparing for the magic in his mouth, Zhang Wenfeng slowly cut the grass with the sword in his hand, pinched the two fingers of his left hand slightly, and could release the green wood thorn spell at any time to prevent the injured monsters from jumping out. attack.

As the weeds were cleared, I saw a black-brown beast with stripes on its head lying on the dark side of the cave, staring out of the cave, motionless, the ground beneath him was soaked with dark bloodstains, and the breath was full of none.

"Dead ball!"

Donkey looked at it and grinned: "Just say it, it's not worth it to lose your life for a fruit. The pattern is small, small!" Shaking his head criticized the monster in the cave, highlighting its elegant pattern.

Zhang Wenfeng tilted his head and gave this guy a look of contempt.

I don't know who it is, I ate my own share, and I was anxious to go to the foot of the mountain to grab another one.

If he hadn't stopped him, he would have been out of his mind long ago.

Does it hurt to say such cheap words now?

He recognized that inside the cave was a mountain badger who had cultivated into a monster. People died for money and birds for food, and it has been the same since ancient times.

The tip of the sword stabbed the demon badger's dilated pupils and tried it to make sure that the demon badger was dead, not pretending to be dead. He was about to use the sword to pull the demon badger out, without damaging the demon badger's skin, and then check to see if there was any more in the cave. other monsters.

Then I saw a furry little guy with black and brown stripes rolling out from the side, with the black flesh in his mouth, dripping with juice, and his eyes still closed, and fell into the grass at the entrance of the cave. It was a young badger cub the size of a palm.

"My fruit!"

The donkey was in a hurry, threw away the pattern probe and went forward, biting out the young badger and placing it on the slope.

Zhang Wenfeng was silent, this dead demon badger was trying to grab a fruit for the cub. It had just given birth, and its strength was greatly damaged, and the water monkey was not strong enough to go ashore.

Seeing the donkey licking the mouth of the demon badger cub with its tongue, he smiled and ignored this funny donkey.

Using the sword to fiddle with the demon badger, the inside of the cave is not small. After scanning through the spiritual eye technique, some withered grass and bird feathers are scattered and broken. No other cubs and adult mountain badgers are found. If so, pull it out with a sword.

I slapped the unpromising donkey, it was really shameless, and grabbed the pulp left by the mouth of a little bit.

"They left you half a fruit, do you want it?"

"To... oops."

The donkey didn't dislike half the fruit with dirt and grass clippings, and the saliva of the young badger directly sighed and muttered: "Delicious! It's a good run!"

The hair on the young badger's head was wet from licking, and the little guy climbed up a tree while holding the donkey's forelegs and hooves.

The donkey squinted his eyes and enjoyed the sweetness of the fruit, although the little badger was actually looking for Naitou under it.

This half fruit is chewed slowly, full of spiritual energy, long-lasting fragrance, and endless aftertaste.

It absorbs the aura of the fruit while chewing, turning it into its own demon power.

Zhang Wenfeng stuffed the dead demon badger into the water monkey bag, without disturbing the donkey's absorption.

He glanced at the demon badger cub who fell down and got up again, perseveringly climbing on the donkey's legs, this gadget must be taken away, he was thinking, maybe the cub could turn into a monster after eating half a succulent fruit?

It is not impossible to keep a monster privately, you must first recognize the owner, and then register at the Daolu Branch.

The owner of the monster is responsible for causing trouble. He doesn't want to register the donkey at the moment. Anyway, the donkey's demonic energy is not obvious, as long as he does not release Leifa in front of outsiders.

In the bottom of my heart, I still have a trump card for myself, which is a lack of security.

When the donkey is exposed, it will not be too late for him to take the donkey to register.

After waiting for about half a quarter of an hour, the donkey absorbed the spirit energy of the drunken fruit accumulated in the body, hiccups before he could, and grinned: "Relax! I feel that if I eat another fruit, I will be able to advance."

"Just dream."

Zhang Wenfeng broke the delusion of the donkey with a word, and the treasure of heaven and earth can be eaten as Chinese cabbage?

"How to deal with this little thing?"

Zhang Wenfeng asked deliberately.

"The ball will die if you put it in the wild. Can I take it back and use it as a small toy?"

The donkey ate the half of the fruit left in the other's mouth with a soft mouth, and also liked the cub of the demon badger who kept climbing its legs. One bite decided the future fate of the cub.

"Come, keep it."

Zhang Wenfeng freed up a cloth bag, squeezed the back of the young badger's neck and put it in, and hung it on the donkey's saddle.

One person and one donkey returned to Xihe Mountain again, and there was still silence everywhere, but there would not be that kind of depressed and gloomy feeling.

Zhang Wenfeng bent down to pick up the fallen petals, and packed them in a cloth bag.

The donkey asked curiously, "This thing seems poisonous, can you eat it?"

"After concocting it, it can be used as a medicinal material. Pick up some by the way, and it will be wasted when the sun comes out."

Zhang Wenfeng adhered to the way of walking and passing by without missing a beat. He was busy for half an hour, roughly sweeping the hillside, packed almost a cloth bag, and hung it on the donkey's back, anyway, he didn't need to carry it.

The petals are placed on the back of the donkey in a cloth bag, and they are heated and dried slowly. It is estimated that by the time of dawn, only half of the bag will be left.

The donkey has a good nose, and following the breath of the black zombie, he found a dark cave on the top of the mountain.

Inside and outside the cave, there are many dilapidated tomb bags. There are assorted skeletons and bones among the thorns and withered grass. Several of the tomb bags reveal decayed coffins, and there are several mottled old black coffins half-opened.

Ordinary people see such a gloomy posture, and they also put out their hearts to visit the secluded and visit the victory.

Where would you look for bad luck?

Zhang Wenfeng and the donkey who got rid of the fear of shadows, they even accepted ghosts, so they wouldn't care about it.

The Guanzhu used his sword to cut through the thorns blocking the way, and went into the cave to search for it.

The donkey sniffed all the way, gestured with his mouth, and said, "This stone coffin is the hiding place of the old ghost."

It smelled a very disgusting black zombie smell, and sometimes its nose was too smart, and it was asking for trouble.

Zhang Wenfeng pushed open the black sarcophagus lid, which was not tightly closed. Except for the smell and some black hair, it was empty.

After a while, the donkey grinned and said, "The fruit is hidden here."

Kicking open a broken porcelain bowl covered with a hoof, revealing a dark fruit wrapped in a white cloth, the old ghost ate the drunken fruit in a hurry before it had time.

Zhang Wenfeng went up to pick up the fruit, threw away the old white cloth, put it in a wooden box, and said with a smile: "You have a good nose, let's look for other treasures? Otherwise, if others go up the mountain tomorrow, we won't have any of them. portion."

If you can find the lost book, it will be an unexpected joy. It is estimated that after so many years, in such a harsh environment, the book that was taken away by the old ghost has little chance of surviving.

He patted the donkey's face with a little sadness in his eyes, and said with a smile, "You are not greedy enough to swallow an elephant, do you know what it means?"

"I know, I know, how can I be greedy? Just smell the fruit."

The donkey smirked and backed away.

The Guanzhu once told it that one must know how to properly control the greed in the heart as a human being and a demon, otherwise, one day it will be harmed by the inflated greed.

He told a bunch of big truths and gave countless small examples, and it made his brain hurt when he heard it.

The cave on the top of the mountain has three entrances and exits, and the entrance of the cave is blocked by stacked tombs, which seems to form some kind of battle.