Yin and Yang Taoist Code

After a meal, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky.

There was a flash of light, and the black smoke summoned by the Taoist priest just now poured out from the roof. The billowing thick smoke was mixed with the Taoist priest's mutilated figure, and kept flying around him.

The Taoist priest opened his eyes in the black smoke, frowned and looked around, then clasped his hands together and made a seal.

"receive!"

After a low drink, the black smoke moved in response, dispersed slightly outward, turned into several strands and rolled towards the Taoist priest, as if it was going to follow the Taoist priest's black wound and return to the Taoist priest's body. Just when the black smoke flew close to the Taoist priest and was about to sink into the Taoist priest's wound, I saw two of them change direction slightly, bypassing the Taoist priest's wound, and one after another attached to the intact parts of the Taoist priest's body. The other few strands also staggered away from the Taoist priest's body and flew around, as if trying to escape.

The Taoist priest seemed to have known this for a long time and did not panic. The magic techniques in his hands continued to change, and his hands turned into a mass of phantoms, as if countless hands suddenly appeared at that moment. In just a split second, with barely a chance to blink, the Taoist priest changed countless seals. According to Li Chuyi's mental calculation and his understanding of the Taoist's usual spells, he estimated that there were at least several hundred seals.

After the final decision was made, the Taoist priest snorted with a calm expression.

"seal up!"

The Taoist priest's voice sounded, but the sound that was not loud at first gradually turned into billowing sound waves in the air, lingering around. Countless cipher text symbols of various colors burst out from it, and after gathering together, they turned into various forms. The strange golden symbols then flew to the outer edge of the black smoke and the intact body of the Taoist priest, restraining the black smoke from doing whatever he wanted.

The black smoke rushed forward, trying to get rid of the interception of those golden symbols. How can those symbols make them do what they want? With more flexible movements than the black smoke, the black smoke was tightly trapped around the Taoist priest, and the two thickest strands of black smoke that wanted to attach to the Taoist priest were squeezed away by countless symbols. There should be a gap of about two finger widths from the Taoist priest's body.

As there were more and more golden symbols, Black Smoke was restrained and even his struggling movements gradually disappeared.

Suddenly, the struggling strands of increasingly faint black smoke paused for a moment, rolled back at an extremely fast speed, and turned into a ball not far in front of the Taoist priest. As the black smoke gathered, the appearance of the black smoke gradually changed, and the texture of water appeared, as if a large ball of ink was floating and surging in mid-air.

As the last trace of black smoke disappeared, the thick ink stopped flowing and gradually turned into a human face in the sky. Only the faint eye sockets appear on the human face, and no other organs such as eyes, ears, mouth, and nose are left.

Looking at this almost blank face, Li Chuyi's heart skipped a beat. He remembered something that the Taoist priest once mentioned inadvertently, which seemed to be called faceless. The Taoist priest didn't elaborate on its origin, but Li Chuyi learned from a Taoist priest. From his words, I can feel that this thing is not a good thing, it is definitely not easy to deal with, and it even seems that it is not something that should appear in the human world.

The face made of black polish was floating quietly opposite the Taoist priest, facing the Taoist priest from a distance, as if they were in confrontation. The Taoist priest also had a serious face, looking at it expressionlessly, staring at its eye sockets, as if he could see its eyes in the eye sockets.

Just like that, the fourth floor became quiet for a while.

Although they became quiet, it was extremely lively outside. The Wuyang Tomb was opened, and as the first batch of monks entered, more and more monks followed. Some of these monks arrived late because of delays, but more of them were attracted by the sudden visions they saw nearby due to their spiritual practice. It’s no longer a secret that if you want to enter the Wuyang Tomb, you have to go through Wuyang City. Who doesn’t have a few friends? As long as there is one person who lets go, it is inevitable that it will be passed on from ten to ten. Besides, this secret is only for novices in this turbulent world. Monks with some experience and experience dare not say that everyone knows it, but it is nine out of ten.

The skills of these later monks varied greatly. Some of them were even slightly higher than Feng Qingshan and Jiang Sheng, while the worst ones only practiced ten or twenty years more than Li Chuyi. I don’t know how they found out about it. The method of digging the tomb, without the protection of a master like a Taoist priest, he was not afraid of death and rushed over on horseback to join in the fun.

More and more people came, and the Wuyang Tomb gradually became lively. Although not many people had set foot in the inner depths like where the Taoist priests came from, there were already a lot of people in the middle and outer layers, especially in the outer layers. , now it is as lively and crowded as a market. Often when someone shouts "treasure has been found", a large wave of people will rush towards the place where the sound comes from, and then they will fight randomly and finally disperse. As for whether the treasure was found, what kind of treasure was found, and who took it, few people care. These people who stay on the outside know that they don't have the strength to go in, and they will die if they go there, and they are not greedy. After a group fight, picking up dead people's money is enough for them to make a small fortune, so why bother? Besides, it may not necessarily be a good thing if you really want to get the treasure. You may even die faster. Whoever wants to take it can take it.

With this kind of thinking, these peripheral monks are extremely diligent and warlike. Whenever they hear that a treasure has appeared somewhere, regardless of whether it is true or not, they all rush over in a swarm, fight randomly, and then die. Good luck and fortune. Even at the outer entrance, monks were gradually gathering, selling items they had no use for or newly "picked up". People were coming and going, and it was very lively.

On the third day after the tomb was opened, another light flashed at the gate of the Wuyang Tomb, and a group of people came. There were about seven or eight people in this group. The leader was an elegant woman wearing a lavender pleated skirt. She had a well-proportioned figure and a delicate and elegant face. Her dark hair was carefully coiled on her head in a Lingxu bun with two strands. Her hair hangs down naturally and sticks to both sides of her pretty fair face, like a fairy descending to earth. It's just that the "fairy" has a cold face, even a little cold, as if she doesn't mean anything to anyone.

There were seven people standing behind her, four men and three women, all young men and women. Seeing the women standing on the ground, they all stood respectfully and silently behind them. Only one of them, a little girl about twelve or thirteen years old, was different from the others. She looked around, her face was full of curiosity, and she saw something strange. The weird things made people scream in surprise again and again.

When the woman heard the voice, her cold and pretty face showed a bit of helplessness. She shook her head slightly, turned to the little girl and whispered: "Xiao Yu, don't be naughty. There are many dragons and snakes here, so be honest and follow me."

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyu immediately turned around and said respectfully: "I understand, Master Xueqing."

Seeing how well-behaved the little girl was, the woman in purple skirt named Xue Qing slightly nodded her head. Just when she was about to turn around and say something to the other young people, she heard Xiao Yu yelling again: "Aunt Qing, Aunt Qing, look here quickly." , That man over there has three eyes! Wow, that tiger over there is so big!”

Several other young people looked at Master Xue Qing's face changing from blue to white, and finally they only had a hint of helplessness. All of them suddenly had strange expressions on their faces. They wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. Seeing Uncle Xue Qing glance over with cold eyes, everyone's heads immediately dropped slightly, their eyes looking at the ground, not daring to show any strange expression.

Xue Qing shook her head helplessly. This little girl's name was Lu Shiyu. She was the daughter of the current leader of her sect. She had been cunning and mischievous since she was a child. She was usually both annoying and lovable. She became her master in the sect. The brothers were helpless and couldn't laugh or cry. This time when the young disciple went out for training, the little girl somehow got the news and insisted on coming out with him. The master didn't agree at first. As a result, he was troubled by the little girl for days and nights, and even a hair of the master's hair was pulled out. A lot. In the end, he had no choice but to temporarily change the team leader, and changed it to the leader's junior sister, who would lead the team to practice. This little girl is usually not afraid of anything. Except when her senior brother gets angry, he, the senior uncle, is the only one who can control her. But looking at the nearby disciples whose necks were turning red, Xue Qing helplessly felt that her junior uncle was gradually unable to control this naughty girl.

Reaching out and flicking Xiaoyu's head, ignoring the little girl who was rubbing her forehead and looking at her pitifully, Xueqing said quietly to a few people: "I came out this time to increase your experience. It should be noted that practicing Taoism is nothing more than practicing behind closed doors. In addition to hard work, cultivation also requires opportunity and insight. In particular, the bottlenecks of practice are often solved by my own chance and insight. This time, I led the team. , can keep you safe, but in the future when you are out on the road, you will have to rely on yourself. This time, the opening of the Wuyang Tomb is a good opportunity for you to increase your experience. It's mixed up. Even Uncle Master can't say that I can escape unscathed. You have to remember, don't seek merit, but seek no fault! When you see a treasure being born, don't rush up like those fools. You need to determine the authenticity first, and then weigh your own strength before making a plan.”

Having said this, Xue Qing glanced at the few people standing silently with their hands down, and said solemnly: "Remember, living is the most important thing! When a person dies, nothing is of use!"

"Yes, uncle, disciple, please remember this!" Several people quickly bowed in response.

Xue Qing nodded slightly, frowned and looked at the bustling square, shook her head slightly, turned around to find a way, and wanted to call on the disciples behind her to follow.

At this moment, a muffled sound of "boom" came, and the ground seemed to shake with the muffled sound. Suddenly, the market, which had been bustling with people just now, suddenly became quiet, and everyone turned their heads. Look at where the loud noise came from.

Before anyone could react, there was another muffled "boom". This time the sound did not come from the depths of the tomb like the first time, but from the sky above everyone's heads. Looking up, the sky that was still full of stars and bright moon just now was covered with dark clouds. Between the thick clouds, streaks of purple-blue light rolled past, making everyone on the ground feel breathless.

"Thunder, thunder, thunder tribulation, thunder tribulation!!!"

A shrill cry rang out, and everyone who was staring at the sky reacted immediately. Isn't this the thunder disaster that everyone talks about? Ordinary thunderstorms would not make practitioners like me feel so dull and deathly.

"What the hell is going on?! Which little monkey is trying to survive this calamity?!"

"That's right, who is going to kill a thousand swordsmen here to survive the tribulation? Is he trying to kill us?"

"Stop saying it's useless, let's run away!"

"Run! Run quickly! If you don't run, you will turn into ashes!"

"Fuck you, this is the Wuyang Tomb, the tomb of the Wuyang Old Monster. Who can survive the tribulation? Do you think the Wuyang Old Monster's formation is fake? Don't say that the Heavenly Tribulation cannot sense the tribulation. Even if you sense it, the restriction in the tomb will kill you first!"

"Then what do you think this is? Don't tell me it's thunder and rain to collect clothes!"

"Take your sister's clothes. This scene is obviously the birth of a strange treasure. Legend has it that when a strange treasure is born, it will be struck by thunder from the sky, and it will survive the thunder and calamity before it can appear in the world. This is obviously a treasure found in a tomb. "

"Really? Don't lie to me?!"

"Believe it or not, whether you go or not, I will definitely go. Even if I die, I have to take a look. This is an opportunity!"

With all kinds of shouts, the square suddenly became chaotic. Some people who were afraid of being struck by thunder rushed outside, and more people believed that this was a sign of the birth of a strange treasure, and followed the crowd towards deep into the tomb.

Xue Qing did not move and stood there with several disciples. Seeing the rolling flow of people passing by her, Xue Qing turned a blind eye and just frowned at the sky, thinking about something.

Xue Qing didn't say anything. Naturally, several disciples didn't dare to take a breath and stood respectfully beside him with their hands down. Only the little girl named Xiao Yu was restless. She looked around, scratched her head and ears, and winked at the senior brothers and sisters beside her for a long time, gesturing for them to open their mouths and ask what was going on. But those senior brothers and sisters were not as strong as her backstage. , all with their heads slightly lowered, pretending not to see, Xiaoyu pouted in anger, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

After a long time, Xiaoyu couldn't hold back her loneliness anymore and had no choice but to turn around and ask: "Aunt Qing, what should we do now? Should we go in or go in or go in?"

Xue Qing asked Xiao Yu to scream and come back to her senses. He turned around and knocked Xiaoyu on the head first, and then said: "How many times have I told you to call me uncle when you are outside?"

After a pause, Xue Qing muttered and said: "This vision is indeed a thunder tribulation, but it shouldn't be someone trying to overcome the tribulation. The formation of the Wuyang Tomb is so powerful that it is close to a realm of its own." Yes, ordinary heavenly tribulations should not be able to sense the breath of the person who deserves the tribulation, but this thunder tribulation does not seem to be a sign of the birth of a strange treasure. When a strange treasure is born, the thunder clouds should be mixed with colorful colors, and it should not be like this. The color is right.”

Speaking of this, Xue Qing glared at Xiao Yu and said: "No matter what the situation is, it is not something you can bear now. Those who still go in will be dead if they go in."

Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue, bowed her head in embarrassment and remained silent.

"Let's go out first, that's it!" Xue Qing made up her mind.

The few disciples who dared to have opinions nodded their heads one after another. Just as they were about to leave, they saw that the people who had just poured out had retreated for some unknown reason. There were even faint sounds of shouting for death outside the door, as if someone was there. Take action.

Xue Qing's face changed, and before she could speak, she heard a cold shout: "In the whole world, is it the land of the king? This is the land of my Dayan Dynasty. I, the general, came here under the king's order. You haven't got my permission, who can Dare you come and go as you please?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of monks were seen vomiting blood and flying back. Some of them fell to the ground and made no sound. They were obviously dead.

At the door, thousands of silver-armored soldiers uniformly dressed in uniforms and weapons filed in, herding the monks in the square into one place, stopping to form an array, facing the crowd. When the silver-armored soldiers stood still, a general wearing golden lion armor and a full-combination golden helmet walked out of the formation and stood in front. The mask covering his face also took the shape of a lion's head. He was not angry. Power.

"Dayan Army, Lion General!" Xue Qing's pretty face was cold, her silver teeth clenched, her clenched hands gradually turned white, and traces of hatred flashed from her eyes.

The golden-armored lion general looked at the people in the square, and his majestic voice sounded again: "According to the order of my king, I will lead my people to capture the important criminal! You must quickly surrender and let me verify your identity. I will wait until I confirm your identity." After you are found not guilty, I will let you go. If you resist, you will be killed without mercy!"

"Why?!" A monk was immediately dissatisfied, "You surrender when you say you want to. We are both cultivators, how can we be insulted by this?"

"That's right! Let me tell you, you are obviously coveting the treasures we got from this trip, so you did this! Why do you ask us to surrender?! Aren't you afraid of making the public angry?!" The other monk was also not slow. shouted.

With two people taking the lead, the monks in the square suddenly became excited and shouted loudly. The crowd gradually moved closer to the phalanx of the silver-armored sergeants, as if they were about to rush over.

When the lion general saw this, he didn't say much. He moved slightly and saw that the two people who shouted first had somehow got into his hands and were choked tightly by him. The silver-armored sergeants also drew their weapons and pointed them at the crowd, shouting in unison, and an invisible coercion swept over them. The crowd stopped and stepped back. Some people at the front were even so excited by the pressure that they clutched their chests and vomited blood.

Seeing that everyone was quiet again, the lion general's voice sounded again: "You ask me why? I will tell you that I am stronger than you! If my king had not been willing to do more killings, I would have Just kill all the people who are scattered in the wild!"

After saying that, the lion general looked down at the monk who was holding him in his hand and his face was purple from holding back, and asked: "Do you understand?"

The two monks didn't dare to say anything, so they nodded desperately to indicate that they understood.

Seeing this, the lion general nodded and said: "As long as you understand, just be a sensible person and you won't complain anymore!"

After saying that, without waiting for the two to resist, the two monks turned into a ball of blood mist and dispersed in the air with a push of their hands. When the blood mist dissipated, only the remaining lion stood on the spot spotlessly, his indifferent eyes looking through the mask, glaring at everyone coldly.

Seeing that the lion was going to attack fiercely, although everyone's faces were full of anger, no one dared to make a sound or move, for fear that they would be the next one to turn into blood mist.

For a time, except for the muffled thunder that came from time to time in the sky, the square suddenly became quiet.

Suddenly a voice sounded in the square, breaking the silence in the square.

"Haha, what a majesty! What a pomp! Poodle, why can't I stand your pretentiousness so much?"

As the sound rang out, a figure flew out from behind the crowd and pounced on the lion general.