The Monk

Chapter 40 Thunder Test

Zhang was very confused and didn't know what to prepare. At this moment, Taoist Zhentian drew out the sword from his back and said loudly: "My sword is called the Heavenly Thunder Sword. The sword is as powerful as thunder and can trigger thunder. Be careful." After saying this, he pointed the sword diagonally high into the sky and urged him with his thoughts. , the bright white sword began to flash with electric light, and more and more blue silk-like electric lights appeared, spinning and jumping around the sword, gradually merging and converging, forming several lightning bolts as thick as an index finger. Suddenly, these lightnings surged towards the tip of the sword, and then pierced high into the sky. The lightning as thick as a finger broke away from the sword and spread in the air. The spread range became wider and wider, reaching a limit and began to reflect back, but the lightning remained and did not dissipate. .

By this time, Zhang Wen already knew what Master Zhentian was going to do. He silently recited the Jingxin Jue, observing his nose with his eyes, his nose with his mouth, and his mouth with his heart. He kept the soul of the Lingtai as one, and strived to be quiet and calm.

There are more and more lightnings in the sky, but they are confined in one area. They begin to intersect with each other, and the roaring sound is endless. After several back and forth, it finally triggers the thunder. There is only a rumble, and a bolt of lightning falls, accompanied by a loud roar of thunder. Falling next to Zhang Afraid. Taoist Zhentian triggered the thunder completely by himself, and completely controlled the landing point, so one can imagine his profound skill.

Zhang Ai had already begun to tremble, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. Fortunately, he had improved a lot in cultivation, so he didn't run away like a mouse and wailed loudly like before. At this time, a bolt of lightning fell, not far from him, blasting a huge crater about three meters wide and five meters deep in the ground. At the same time, thunder roared in his ears. At this moment, there was no difference between heaven and earth. Nothing but huge rumbling thunder filled my mind. Zhang Fei screamed and fell down, his body shook wildly like a swing, and he couldn't stop for a long time.

There were many thunders in the Heavenly Thunder Mountain. Taoist Zhentian caused drought thunder, which actually caused the clouds to rain. Then the clouds rubbed against each other, rain and thunder sounded, and the thunder rolled. One after another, it lasted for a quarter of an hour before slowly fading away.

For a quarter of an hour, Zhang Wen kept crawling on the ground and trembling, his face turned pale, foaming at the mouth, and he couldn't help himself. Taoist Zhentian was always floating in the air and staring at Zhang Wei, his eyes were cold, but also a little pitiful and regretful.

The twelve monks in the hall were also looking at Zhang Fei. Some of them sighed in their hearts, some were pitiful. Their various thoughts were all caused by Zhang Fei. Vacuum suddenly spoke: "Senior brother, do you want to send him back?"

Taoist Zhentian in mid-air shook his head slightly and said nothing. The thunder disappeared, but the rain did not disappear. It took half an hour longer before the clouds gathered and the rain settled. At this time, Zhang Ping was like a drowned dog, or a drowned rat. In short, he was as embarrassed as he was, as miserable as he was pitiful, and his whole body was trembling. After a while, the trembling began to decrease.

Taoist Zhentian's cold words sounded: "Can you stand up?"

Zhang, who was in the muddy water, was afraid of hearing these words and began to work hard to control his muscles and nerves so that he would no longer tremble. He tried to control his mind so that he would no longer be afraid. He tried to control his hands and feet to support his body.

Taoist Zhentian's voice sounded again: "Without desires, you are strong, without worries, you are strong. Tell me, what are you worried about or afraid of? Are you afraid that your father will be bitten to death by a wild beast again? Are you afraid that your mother will be struck to death by lightning again? Are you afraid of you? Being bullied again? Tell me, tell me loudly what are you afraid of? You can only die once, and your parents will not be hurt again. If you are afraid of being bullied, then you must work hard to prevent others from bullying you. You, but afraid of you! What else is there to be afraid of except yourself? Why should you be afraid when the people who bullied you before can’t beat you now? What are you afraid of? "

Taoist Zhentian's words were as cold as arrows, piercing into Zhang Ping's heart and lungs one after another. Zhang was afraid that there was a strange thought in his mind, which appeared again and again, and he told himself that it was saying, saying... that his parents are not dead? Are they not dead? Zhang Ai finally knew what he was afraid of. Subconsciously, he never thought that he was an orphan. He thought that his parents were still here, but just living in a place he didn't know. Tears welled up and dripped directly into the muddy water. It was hard to tell which was tears and which was rain.

"Can you stand up?" Taoist Zhentian's words remained cold and cold.

Zhang Ain told himself, I can! Put your hands on the ground, raise your upper body, try to move your legs, let your feet touch the ground, then lift your upper body, and finally stand up with your waist hunched over, your body shaking slightly.

"Stand up straight and listen to me!" Taoist Zhentian was like an evil god, constantly torturing Zhang Awei.

Zhang Ai recited the Jingxin Jue silently, two times, three times, and finally stabilized his mind and stood upright. Although he still looked weak, his eyes were full of determination.

Taoist Zhentian put away the Heavenly Thunder Sword, fell to the ground, walked up to Zhang Ain and spoke: "I want to ask for your opinion now. This is the main purpose of calling you here today."

Zhang Wen did not say anything, and Taoist Zhentian took it as he heard it and continued: "There is a skill in Tianlei Mountain called Tianlei Que. It requires twelve people to cast the spell together. Its main function is to identify the soul and control the soul by controlling it. Then control the opponent to achieve the purpose of annihilation. Tianlei Que is so powerful that it requires twelve masters of the Dan Formation stage to work together. It can control the soul, distinguish truth from lies, and search for information. It also has a function, You can separate the soul, peel off the memories inside at will, and strip away all the worries, worries and fears in your memory, so that you will no longer be afraid; however, anyone who has gone through Tianlei Quesou Shen **, the soul will be The damage may be slight or serious. No one can guarantee it, but no matter how serious the damage is, it will affect your future cultivation. This is what I want to ask for your opinion on."

Zhang Pa understood. If he was always timid and afraid of things, what would be the use of cultivating to the Nascent Soul stage? It would be of no help to the sect. Tianlei Taoist Temple is a sect of immortal cultivation. It has experienced countless battles for thousands of years and has been able to stand up to this day. What it needs is a fighting elite who can contribute at any time and is not afraid of death, not a coward who is afraid of everything.

In comparison, a disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage who is damaged but not afraid of death is much more useful than a master of the Nascent Soul Stage who is afraid of everything. He is at the top of the Foundation Establishment Stage and can become a disciple and enter the mountain gate. However, Tianlei Taoist Temple is very strict in accepting disciples and does not need waste! That's why the uncles came to ask for his opinion, asking whether he wants to enter the mountain gate or continue to be a coward.

Zhen Tiandao said again: "It's easy to erase a person's memory, but it's extremely difficult to split and peel it off. Zhenru, the head of the sect, has a heaven-defying treasure mirror that can be used by one person, allowing you to easily get rid of all your troubles and start a new life; the reason why we made a big fuss and gathered twelve people to cast a spell for you is because you are a talent that can be cultivated."

Am I a talent that can be cultivated? A talent with damaged soul? Zhang Pa smiled bitterly. If he accepted Tian Leique's spell, he would no longer be afraid and become a normal person. However, his soul would have problems again, and it would be difficult to improve his cultivation! In the past, he never cared about his own cultivation. At this moment, he was faced with a choice and was reluctant to give up!

Zhenkong said softly: "Hongwu, don't be afraid. We cast spells quickly and it won't hurt. You just need to sleep and you will become a real man who is not afraid of anything."

A real man? Not afraid of anything? Just thinking about it makes my heart surge and think about it leisurely. What a courage!

Zhen Tiandao asked: "Have you thought about it?"

Zhang Pa bowed his head and said: "Disciple has thought about it." Thirteen people in the hall looked at Zhang Pa with twenty-six eyes. Zhang Pa took a long breath and answered firmly: "Disciple intends to concentrate on cultivation. The matter of becoming a disciple will be postponed for a while. After the disciple has mastered the divine song and corrected his timidity, I will ask the uncle to accept the disciple into the mountain wall. I wonder if the uncle will agree?" The voice was soft, but full of determination.

Zhentian looked calm as he stared at Zhang Pa, as if thinking about something. The twelve monks in the hall shook their heads and sighed when they heard that Zhang Pa was actually practicing the Divine Refining Song, which no one had been able to practice for more than a thousand years. If nothing unexpected happened, this would be the end of his life. Unless he was a natural talent, he could make progress in his cultivation. The last person who practiced the Divine Refining Song was the legendary disciple Feng Daoren two hundred years ago. He practiced hard for thirty years, and finally went crazy and fell into the cliff valley in the back mountain. His whereabouts and life and death are still unknown. According to the disciples, they had seen him in the back mountain and hoped that he was still alive.

However, they also admired Zhang Pa's persistence and determination, and had some expectations. What if he really succeeded? Zhenkong Daoren asked Zhentian softly: "Brother, what do you think?"