Crossing the Book and Meeting the Reborn Villain

The Jishi branch has been declining for thousands of years, and now there are only a hundred Buddhist practitioners in this generation, so their temples are also shrinking year by year. Ning Qingyang walked out of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion and arrived at the abbot's meditation room after a short walk.The door of the meditation room was half-closed and half-opened, Ning Qingyang pushed the door and walked in, the old wooden door was covered with a layer of dust.

The meditation room is covered with dust everywhere, but it can still be seen that it was clean and tidy when it was not deserted.There is a futon on the east side of the meditation room, and a stooped old man sits on the futon with his head bowed and his back facing the door.

Ning Qingyang frowned slightly, and walked to the side of the old man, only to find that the old man was dry and had been sitting for many years. He carefully looked at the old man's clothes, which looked like a host.

Ning Qingyang muttered to himself, "There are no spiders in this meditation room, let alone other maggots. Is it because the Buddha's cultivation merits are too high, or is it because of his evil spirit?"

In front of the old man stood a seven-story exquisite pagoda, on which the word "Futu" could be vaguely seen.It seems that the old man was still a dead soul in the supernatural tower before his death.

Ning Qingyang leaned over to pick up the Linglong Pagoda, but he couldn't move it. He was a little surprised, so he managed to hug the Linglong Pagoda with both hands.When the pagoda was off the ground, the seven gems on the top of the pagoda suddenly flashed.Ning Qingyang was flickered by the light, then his face changed, and he turned to look at the old man who turned into a mummy beside him.

The old man's head suddenly moved, and he grinned at Ning Qingyang, but because his skin had already dried up, a piece of dead skin fell off with this movement.

Ning Qingyang was not frightened by the sudden movement of the old man, he quickly put the Linglong Pagoda back in place.

Although the old man had been sitting for many years, his speed was so fast that he left the spot in a flash and stood behind Ning Qingyang.

Ning Qingyang took out a sword, the blade was wrapped in a trace of black air, and he stabbed back with his backhand without looking back.

The old man dodged the sword and stretched out his withered hand to grab Ning Qingyang.

Ning Qingyang dodged left and right, and suddenly realized that he couldn't dodge the grab at all. No matter what angle he hid, those hands would immediately grab him. Although his current cultivation base is not enough to drive the sword, the six-point effect is still possible. Excitedly, he swung his sword and slashed at the hand that the old man stretched out.

Although the old man dodged the sword, he was burned by the black air on the sword. He grinned and seemed very angry when he opened his mouth.Suddenly a gust of wind blew, the wooden door of the meditation room was slammed shut, and the whole room suddenly became dark in an instant.

"Jie Jie Jie..." The old man suddenly laughed, "The body of the most yang, it is most suitable for taking away the body, the boy hides it very deeply..."

Ye Junzhu, who was learning the exercise, suddenly felt a palpitation. He put down the book in his hand and called out loudly, "Qingyang."

After a while, Ye Junzhu didn't hear the answer, so he quickly threw the half-learned book into the storage ring, and went out to look for Ning Qingyang's trace.This place is very evil, he doesn't want anything to happen to the little apprentice.

Listening to the old man's tone, Ning Qingyang felt bad. This body has already been seized by him once. If someone else seizes it again, I'm afraid this body will be useless, but this old thing's cultivation base is higher than his current self. , I can't beat it hard...... Thinking of this, he hurriedly fled outside.

How could the old man let him go.A red Nascent Soul flew out of the old man's body and flew towards Ning Qingyang at a high speed.Yuanying is Yuanshen, that is, the condensed human soul. Yuanying never leaves the body easily. Once it leaves the body, it is either for the dual cultivation of Yuanshen, or for rebirth!

Judging by the appearance of the old man, he doesn't look like he wants to double cultivate with Ning Qingyang. Naturally, he is rushing to win the house!

Ning Qingyang looked at the shining red Nascent Soul, and his heart sank. He was not afraid of this dead old man's Nascent Soul. After all, Lord Mozun's soul was much stronger than this dead old man. Tossing and tossing in the battle of souls, you must know that a body suitable for seizing the sun is rare, and Ning Qingyang can't guarantee that he can find another suitable body in the limited time.

The old man's Nascent Soul was already glowing green at this time, he laughed and said, "I have waited for so many years, finally it was not in vain!"

Ning Qingyang turned around and ran to the Linglong Pagoda, but unfortunately he didn't know how to move the pagoda, so he could only hide beside the pagoda, hoping that the pagoda would scare the old man a little bit.

The old man had already lost his mind at this time, even though he was stung by the light from the pagoda, he rushed towards Ning Qingyang with all his might.

Seeing the old man getting closer, Ning Qingyang was also angry, and cursed, "Those who are looking for death, this deity will fulfill you!"

The old man's Nascent Soul flew into Ning Qingyang's eyebrows, and he ran excitedly into Ning Qingyang's Sea of ​​Consciousness, intending to destroy Ning Qingyang's soul, but when he arrived in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, she didn't see Ning Qingyang's body. Instead, he saw a stern man in red and black robe looking at him with his hands behind his back.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and said in shock, "It turns out that you also seized the house...Who are you?"

The stern man said with a sneer, "The Taoist name is Wushi."

"You..." The old man was stunned again and said, ".....never heard of it."

"..."

The corner of Ning Qingyang's mouth curled up, and he flew towards the old man, fighting with him.Ning Qingyang couldn't beat the old man outside, but in the contest between souls in this sea of ​​knowledge, the old man was far inferior to Ning Qingyang.Not long after, Ning Qingyang scattered the old man's soul, and there was no chance of reincarnation ever since.

Ning Qingyang wiped his hands that were not dirty habitually, and said three words lightly, "bump." He had never even heard of the deity's name.

After wiping his hands, Ning Qingyang began to feel worried. This body was already very weak. If his soul returned to its original position and woke up, then this body would also return to the west immediately.

Ye Junzhu, who was outside, heard the movement from the side of the Zen room, and ran over in a hurry, and found that the door was blocked. He waved his sleeve to break the restriction, and saw a mummy lying at the door, and there were obvious signs of fighting in the room.He kicked the mummy away and rushed into the house, but saw the little apprentice lying beside a small tower with a dead face.

Ye Junzhu felt cold all over his body. He froze in place for a long while before walking numbly to Ning Qingyang, half kneeling and half hugging Ning Qingyang, wiping the blood from the corner of Ning Qingyang's mouth with trembling fingertips, but the more Wipe gets dirtier.

"Qingyang..." Ye Junzhu knelt on the ground like that, his heart was cold and hopeless, he didn't know if he was crying.

"Qingyang, don't you want to go to the secret realm with Teacher Wei?"

"The teacher said that he would always be with you, but do you despise being a teacher now?"

"It's all because it's useless to be a teacher..."

After a long time, blood suddenly flashed in Ye Junzhu's dead eyes. He gently put Ning Qingyang on the ground, took out the ice jade beads, sprinkled them around Ning Qingyang, and cast a formation, then got up and whispered, "Qingyang, don't run around here, I will be back soon as a teacher."

Ye Junzhu walked to the mummy, saw the wound on the mummy's hand, and said calmly, "Did you hurt my apprentice?"

Naturally, the mummy would not answer.

Ye Junzhu casually picked up a sword on the ground, chopped up the mummy bit by bit, then walked out the door and walked to the room where the young Buddhist cultivator was.

The young Buddhist cultivator who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at the black man next to him and said, "I suddenly remembered that in the early years, Master once said that the Jishi branch had a magic weapon called the Buddha Pagoda. This pagoda can suppress and purify evil spirits." Evil ghosts, place and imprison the souls of the dead."

The black man looked at the young man quietly, with a serious expression indicating that he was listening intently, but he just didn't answer.

The young Buddhist cultivator waited for a long time, and finally said helplessly, "But we don't know where this tower is. If we can find it, maybe we can deal with those evil spirits."

The black man nodded, but remained silent.

The young Buddhist cultivator said a little depressed, "Did you hear what I said?"

"Ah."

"..." The young Buddhist cultivator was a little speechless, and continued after a while, "Then what do you think?"

The black man shook his head honestly, and after a while he suddenly realized, "Are you asking me to find that tower?"

"Amitabha." The young Buddha closed his eyes and said, "The Ten Commandments of the Buddhist School are not to be stolen. Whatever fellow Taoists want to do, I just pretend I didn't see it."

"Oh." The black man is also an honest child, he didn't understand the meaning of the young Buddhist cultivator at all, and continued to stand where he was thinking.

Young Buddhist cultivator: "..."

After a while, the black man suddenly let out a muffled snort, and a lot of black smoke came out of him, and the black smoke fell to the ground and turned into those flesh and blood ghosts.

The young Buddhist cultivator pursed his lips, took out the dark golden lotus and began to fight.

It just so happened that Ye Junzhu had just come back. He looked at the evil spirit in front of him, stabbed at the evil spirit with the sword in the corner of his mouth, completely ignoring the attack of the evil spirit, just blindly playing desperately, injuring the enemy a thousand times and hurting himself. Hundred.Speaking of which, the sword in his hand was Ning Qingyang's magic sword, and it also had some effect on this evil spirit.

Ye Junzhu also killed seven or eight evil spirits, but he was covered in blood, whether it was his own or the evil spirits.

The young Buddhist cultivator felt that something was wrong with Ye Junzhu's state. Before he had time to think about it, he shouted loudly, "Did you ever see an exquisite pagoda when you were looking for books?"

"En." Ye Junzhu continued to kill the evil spirits without looking back.

The young Buddhist monk shouted happily, "The pagoda can restrain these evil spirits, fellow Taoists, take us to get that pagoda."

Ye Junzhu's hand paused, his arm was scratched by the evil spirit, he swung his sword forcefully, turned and left.

The young Buddha cultivator froze for a moment, then hurriedly shook off the evil spirit and followed Ye Junzhu.

Ye Junzhu brought the young Buddhist cultivator to the meditation room. He quietly looked at Ning Qingyang lying on the ground, and kept silent.

The young Buddhist cultivator saw the pagoda at a glance, and he ran to the side of the pagoda.

"Don't touch Qingyang." Ye Junzhu said expressionlessly.

The young Buddhist cultivator was slightly startled, picked up the pagoda, and bowed to the air, "Passing by your temple, borrow it, and return it later."

The young Buddhist cultivator hugged the small pagoda, looked at Ye Junzhu, then at Ning Qingyang who was lying on the ground, and said clearly, "Don't be sad, fellow Taoist, your disciple is not dead yet, if you just care about it, it will cause chaos."

The author has something to say: Heh heh, don't provoke the master, this emotional line still stays in the master-student relationship.....