Taoist chanting

Zhang Wenfeng stepped backwards, not walking in a straight line, dodging left and right at an extremely fast speed, and taking the evil ghost around in an arc.

Even if he has the Qi Transformation Realm cultivation base and is promoted to the ranks of immortals, he is still cautious and does not dare to let the evil ghost get on his body.

He quickly finished reciting the incantation in his mouth, and once again took a look at it with the bronze mirror, this time he used a little more Yuan Qi than last time.

There is not much mana, so you have to plan carefully and use it sparingly.

He also had to keep some mana in case Lu Jinzhong's accomplices had hidden sneak attacks.

The red light on the mirror surface shot away, turning into a thin human-shaped shadow. The evil ghost with low intelligence and claws and teeth and claws could not escape, and let out a faint mourning, disappearing into the night sky, and the piercing cold air in the vicinity quickly dissipated.

Zhang Wenfeng rushed to the vicinity of the tumbling Lu Jinzhong in a few steps. He was a step late, and saw that he was pinching his neck with both hands, and he took his last breath until his pupils were blurred and his face was blue. perished with him and ceased to exist.

Shaking his head slightly, he can't live by committing sins.

It's a pity he couldn't get all the information about the hidden thief.

Picking up the unexcited yellow paper talisman in the mud, and looking at it, it is a ghost-repelling talisman drawn by the Xianlingguan technique.

This guy is obviously prepared to prevent the failure of the spell from being attacked by the ghost, but he just didn't have time.

Putting the yellow paper talisman into his sleeve, Zhang Wenfeng saw that the dog barking in the town was still lively, and the people who woke up in the town were yelling at the dog, so he squeezed his throat and screamed: "Murder, help!"

He was worried that after he left, the thieves who were hiding somewhere would take away the body and destroy it.

It is impossible for him to stay here, and he does not want to take the corpse to the Taoist temple, in order to prevent misunderstandings caused by thieves in the dark, and causing trouble is too much to lose, so it makes things bigger.

Alarmed the town's police officer, and asked them to take the corpse and report the murder to the city.

The dogs in the town heard the provocative screams from the wild, and another burst of intense barking.

After a while, someone finally came to the dark field here with a torch and led a hunting dog. Zhang Wenfeng took a closer look. The five people who came were armed with swords and torches, and they were wearing swimsuit uniforms, cursing and cursing. give yourself courage.

There were also a few waking up idlers and pranksters, who helped to join in the fun with short sticks.

Zhang Wenfeng waited for those people to get closer, and he deliberately made some noise, which caused the hound to bark wildly while pulling the rope.

He fled away to the south, ignoring the shouting of a few Youxi, the dark outside was not a moony day, Youxi didn't dare to chase him, and he couldn't catch up.

For the time being, let Youxu take care of the corpse so that it does not fall into the hands of the thieves, and soon it will be five watch, not far from dawn.

He had to make a trip to the city after inviting people to come to Taoism in the morning.

Of course, this matter will not be left alone. Whether it is him or the hidden thief, he has already forged a life-and-death feud.

He wants to use external force to catch the thief.

Chapter 11 Mountain Night Lonely Kills Zombies

Zhang Wenfeng crossed a small river to the south by stepping on thrown branches with lightness skills.

Going back and forth twice, no matter how sensitive the hound's nose was, it couldn't smell him, and couldn't find his trace. It walked around in a big circle in the night to prevent thieves from following and attacking.

From the direction of the town came the sound of Wugeng Bangzi. He crossed the official road from the south and returned to the foot of the short mountain belonging to Xianlingguan.

Autumn is cold and dew heavy, and I walk alone in the mountain night.

The wind blows the withered thatch on both sides of the path, making a rustling sound.

Zhang Wenfeng stood abruptly at his feet and turned around, drew his sword out of its sheath with a "clang", and the shadow of the sword was swung with a pale green and cold light.

"Hey," Bizhu Sword, at an incredible speed, stabbed a cloud of black mist from the left side of the thatched grass.

The vague ghost howls were mournful and suppressed, as if they were coming from the ground.

Zhang Wenfeng moved with the sword, and with just one blow, the ghost who attacked him almost split in two, killing the ghost so much that he lost most of his life, and he was slow on the spot.

With his left hand, he took out the most precious "Golden Light Amulet" left by his master from his sleeve.

Quickly recite the mantra in your mouth:

"Xuanzong of heaven and earth, the root of all qi. Extensive cultivation of ten thousand kalpas, to prove my supernatural powers. Inside and outside the three realms, only the Tao is the only one. The body has golden light, which reflects my body. I can't see it, I can't hear it. Hold it once, and you will have light."

Taoist priests who don’t have Yuan Qi can’t enter the ranks of cultivating immortals. The talismans drawn by immortals rely on the power of immortal incense and fire. Much worse.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't have time to study a brand new spell technique.

Since the thief dared to arrange a sneak attack here, he dared not be careless. No matter how rare the amulet was, he had to use it first, and put himself in an invincible position first.

Instead of retreating, he rushed forward, as light as a civet cat, turning and twisting, dodging the sneak attack of the figure rushing out from the right.

Many experiences in the rivers and lakes are rainy days, or winter rest days, and the lame uncle bragged to teach him by the way.

This type of "raccoon walking" is one of Uncle Cripple's life-saving tricks.

He has learned it, and it is appropriate to use it on the narrow mountain path at this time, with the strong wind behind him, pressing every step of the way, his green bamboo sword draws a half arc, and the dense light green illuminates the surrounding area.

From front to back, Jian Guang attacked like a spirit snake.

At the same time, he finished reciting the mantra quickly with one heart and two minds. The yellow talisman held in his left hand touched his chest, and the yellow light flickered and disappeared.

"Clang", the tip of the sword pierced the palm of a Ji Zhang's claw behind him.

There was a sound of metal colliding, but Zhang Wenfeng was surprised that he didn't pierce the grasped palm.

With the help of the spiritual eye technique, he finally turned around and saw what was attacking him.

The person in front of him had dry skin and pale skin. The half of his face exposed under the burqa was like a skeleton, the deep-set eyes had green light like a ghost fire, his fingernails were sharp, and his body was covered with fluffy white hair that seemed to be moldy.

It's a lifeless white zombie!

Zhang Wenfeng didn't respond slowly, his wrist twisted slightly, and the tip of the sword slipped out of the zombie's grasping fingers.

He couldn't let the painless zombies take away his magic weapon. He jumped and retreated in small steps on the five-foot mountain road under his feet, moving left and right, dodging the zombies' mad grabs.

In his previous life, he grew up listening to stories about monsters, demons, and zombies.

There is no fear of the ugly monster in front of him.

It's a pity that he has just entered the state of transforming qi, and the methods of cultivating immortals are very unfamiliar. Even the green bamboo sword in his hand can't exert [-]% of its power, and can only be used as an ordinary sword.

Of course, it is much more powerful than ordinary swords. That sword slashed the flesh of the zombie's palm, but no blood flowed.

Zhang Wenfeng had two yellow talismans on his body, which were used to deal with ghosts, and he couldn't get rid of the zombie attack for a while.

He reserved a third of his energy to guard against the sneak attack of the thieves who hid in the dark and manipulated the zombies. At the same time, he was thinking of ways to deal with the zombies. Escaping to the mountains was not an option, but it might bring disaster to the Taoist temple.

"啾啾", several hidden weapons attacked his back in a half-fan shape.

Zhang Wenfeng was attacked by the enemy on his belly and back, and there was no way to hide. He secretly shouted, "Protect your body!"

The sword in his hand draws a semi-circle, the angle is cunning as his body moves to the side, and the stab at the right knee of the zombie who is fiercely pounced and wants to strike back and forth, killing him, spit and slaps vigorously, and makes a "squeak" sound. Severed dry muscle ligaments and removed the zombie's right leg.

A layer of pale golden light emerged from his body, and two hidden weapons were bounced off.

The rest of the hidden weapons brushed past the body, and even a sharp needle with a faint blue luster stabbed the chest of the zombie who was leaning to the right.

Zhang Wenfeng was like a whirlwind, and he swung his sword to kill behind the big tree on the right side. Brainless zombies were no longer a problem. He saw a black figure rushing towards the hillside, and with a sword, he killed the victim. He was hit hard and only recovered from the ghost who came to him.

A sword stabbed almost silently from the back of the big tree, attacking Zhang Wenfeng's left flank from bottom to top.

But the black shadow jumping up the slope suddenly turned around and raised his hand, several hidden weapons were shot through the air. Thanks to Zhang Wenfeng's spiritual eye technique in the dark night, he could see the origin of the small hidden weapons.

He leaned sideways and slammed his sword down to block, and the remaining bit of Yuan Qi turned into an explosion of strength.

Regardless of the sneak attack with hidden weapons, the green bamboo sword shone with azure light.

"Kacha", cut off the narrow black sword that was sneaking up, and the sword light turned into a bright blue afterimage, piercing the chest of a half-squatting bush behind the bushes like lightning, and pierced through the chest of the startled masked figure who couldn't dodge.

"Bang Bang", two more hidden weapons were bounced off by the dim golden light on Zhang Wenfeng's body, and the other three hidden weapons were let go by him.

"Cultivator of Qi transformation, damn..."

The black shadow on the hillside a few feet away screamed, the voice of a young woman.

She saw that the other party's "Golden Light Amulet" could not last long, and wanted to use up the other party's protective means, and then work together to clean it up, so that the guy who ruined their good deeds could not survive, but she did not expect that the other party had already cultivated Yuan Qi.

How does this make her fight?

What's more, the other party is not like Lu Jinzhong, who has died and lied about the military situation, has no experience in fighting people.

On the contrary, no matter whether it is a change of machine or a means, it is comparable to the ruthlessness and courage of a veteran in the rivers and lakes.

It also explained why yesterday's spellcasting was unsuccessful.

The other party may have been caught off guard last night, using means to hide the ghosts on the press bed, and did not immediately kill the ghosts. Today, they deliberately set up a trap to lure them.

The black shadow on the hillside died when she saw her companion's action. She didn't dare to stay. She smashed a bead down, and a dark green smoke burst out with a "bang". The woman used the smoke as cover to escape into the distance.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't chase after him, the vitality in his body was almost exhausted, and the effectiveness of the body amulet was over.

I don't know how many thieves there are in the dark?

He was no longer able to use the spiritual eye technique, so to be cautious, he chased him blindly, so as not to be plotted against by the other party at night.

He pierced the black shadow's neck with a sword, and pulled out the blue sword.

He retreated from the tree to the mountain path, not daring to approach the green mist that was almost written "I am poisonous", and with a few swords, he dismembered the white zombie that was still crawling on the ground and instinctively wanted to shoot at him.

His sword is sharp, and since he has found a way to deal with the white zombie, he will not be polite to it.

Finally, it pierced into the eye sockets of the zombie to destroy the two glooms of light, and the zombie did not move at all.

Zhang Wenfeng walked to the windy place on the mountain road, waited for the cold wind to blow away the green mist and dissipated it, and waited another half a quarter of an hour, when the sky was slightly dim, and then he walked behind the big tree, and used the tip of his sword to pick off the face of the man who had fallen behind the bushes Masked black scarf.

Under the light of the light blue sword, it was a young and beautiful woman, her eyes were wide open, and she had already died of anger.

He glanced at his particularly bulging chest under his night clothes.

He shook his head, the Taoist also had a temper, and he was too lazy to recite the scriptures for the female thief who wanted to assassinate him.

He was used to seeing dead people since he was a child, and he went to the underworld again, so he didn't feel uncomfortable.

Chapter 12 Please help

Zhang Wenfeng turned around and went to the hillside, cut off a few thick finger rattans with good toughness, wiped the green bamboo sword clean with the side of the hem of the old robe, and put the sword back into its sheath.

Kneading the rattan, he simply tied the woman's body and the corpse-smelling zombie separately, and jumped up the mountain with one hand in one hand.

After a while, he returned with a hoe, shovel, and dustpan.

The sky was bright, and Zhang Wenfeng carefully cleaned up the battle scene.

Carefully pick up a few hidden weapons and put them in a thin wooden box, bury all the blood-stained soil and grass, and clean up the blood droplets along the way, so that people who go up the mountain will not see it badly.

The hem of the robe and the cloth shoes were stained with some morning dew. Zhang Wenfeng put away his tools calmly, washed his face and hands, and returned to the thatched hut to change into a new set of blue Taoist robes that he only wore when traveling, and brought all his belongings with him.

He took off the thin cloth quilt and straw, picked up the harmful paper talisman from the bed, and put it in his sleeve.

Go up the steps to the Taoist temple, open the wooden door of the main hall, and step into the Sanqing Hall, with a solemn face on his face, offering incense candles, adding oil, and wiping utensils. After the simple morning class, Zhang Wenfeng fed the black donkey and changed water.

Still no time to take care of the stinky donkey stables, and will have another sloppy day.

He carefully locked the two gates of the courtyard wall and the door of the main hall, put on a hat, lowered the eaves of the hat to cover his face, went down the mountain in the northwest, and disappeared into the morning mist forest in a short time.

Zhangjiazhuang is located five miles south of Xianling Temple.

The yard of the thatched hut of the scattered Taoist Zhang Wenxing was alone at the west end of Zhangjiazhuang, and his neighbors were also [-] feet away from his home.

As usual, he offered incense to the patriarch. After the morning class in the east wing, he walked out of the room and stretched out comfortably to the westward kitchen. Suddenly he heard a light knock on the door, and he was slightly taken aback.

This morning, who will disturb you?

Everyone in the village knew that he believed in cultivating Taoism, so he would not come to visit him in the morning or evening to chat easily.

Walking a few steps to the gate of the courtyard, Zhang Wenxing heard the knock on the door again. Zhang Wenxing opened the chaimen, but saw a long standing figure in a blue Taoist robe, with a dark blue sword on his waist, his face covered Covered by a bamboo hat, only a little chin is exposed.

Zhang Wenfeng took a step back and pushed the bamboo hat up with his left hand.

There is a smile on his face, his hands are crossed, his left hand is holding his right hand, and he is pinching the Ziwu tactic. It is like a yin and yang diagram.

"The Taoist ancestor is merciful. Second senior brother is well!"

Zhang Wenxing hurriedly returned the salute, and said, "The ancestor of Dao is merciful. Wen Xing has seen Guanzhu, his humble house is simple, Guanzhu is a rare visitor, please come in quickly, Rong Wenxing serves tea."

The age difference between the two was huge, Zhang Wenxing had a surprised look on his face when facing the younger junior brother who suddenly came to the door.

Except for the two days of the first day (Spring Festival) every year, the disciples who come down the mountain can return to the Taoist temple to burn incense. On other days, they are not allowed to go up the mountain to disturb the cleanliness without being called by the current temple master.

This is the rule of Xianlingguan, which is very inhumane and has been passed down for more than 500 years.

Therefore, most of the time on Xianling Mountain is deserted.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't enter the door. He had to burn incense when he entered the door. He couldn't waste too much time, and said: