I have a book of ghosts and gods

Less than a hundred miles away from the Fire Spirit Valley, there is a golden millet mountain.

Houqiu Village is not far below this mountain.

Not far from Houqiu Village, there is a big river.

There is a big stone mound beside the river.

At this time and here, it is a wonderful scene of ice and fire.

Tens of miles of rivers are completely frozen, and the big waves freeze into ice, maintaining the shape of the turbulence, apparently frozen in an instant
With this section of the river as the center, within tens of miles is like being in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

The vegetation, mud and rocks are all covered with thick frost.

However, the frost stopped at that big rock hill.

The river flow on one side of the stone hill is a frozen world.

On the other side, it is the hottest season of the year.

The vegetation is withered and yellow, and the ground is cracked.

The scorching caused the void to become distorted and blurred, as if even the line of sight was blocked.

And the root of all this is the two monks sitting on a wave of the big river and a big rocky hill respectively.

Some distance away from Shangdaqiu, there gathered a group of people in different clothes, monks, Taoists and laymen.

Looking at them, they are not like ordinary couples and women in the village.

These people are bustling around, not discussing and pointing out.

The focus of the pointing and discussion is not the two monks.

Instead, on the river bank between the cold and heat, there is a long sword slanted into the ground.

"Old Mrs. Huang's good reputation spread far and wide. I heard that even the county magistrate of Xinfeng heard about it and wrote to the court. The court also knew of Mrs. Huang's good reputation. A few days ago, His Majesty the King of Tang sent an imperial physician to his side. I came here, but unfortunately I have to make a decision that is not long in life."

"This old grandpa is also a bit too stubborn. The imperial court not only sent an imperial doctor, but also invited the real person from Tonghua of Yufu to come to renew his son's life, but he scolded him away. As a last resort, he left a sentence to explain The bell still needs the person who tied the bell, and to save his son, only two masters, Huifa and Huilong, can do this."

"That's not right. Although these two masters have profound magical powers and great supernatural powers, they can't be compared with Tonghua Daoist, right? They can't even connect with Tonghua Daoist, can they save them?"

"What do you know? That Huang Yang didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, so he dared to plunge headlong into the fighting skills of these two people and was injured by their Buddhism. I heard that he is half cold and half hot now. Popsicle, if you want to save him, only these two masters can resolve it with the same source of mana, or how can you say that to untie the bell, you need the person who tied it?"

"It's a pity that these two masters are also riding a tiger at this time, and they can't protect themselves. They have fought to such an extent that they can't stop if they want to. The two of them have mana like mountains and seas. There is no way for those arrogances in the mansion to separate them, "

"Those real people in Beijing do have this magical power, but now that the battle between Buddhism and Taoism is raging, and it involves a good man like the old man Huang, those real people are used to being quiet, how could they possibly contaminate the big ones for the sake of two monks?" cause and effect?"

"However, I heard that the old Mrs. Huang was instructed by an expert a few days ago, so Huang Yang hit the right way, and struck the pass where the two masters' magic powers were stalemate. That's why he received such heavy punishment Backlash,"

"But in the same way, as long as someone can pull out this sword, they can undo these two sticking magic powers, and get the two masters out of the predicament. Naturally, that Huang Yang can also be saved."

"If you can save the two high-ranking monks in the alchemy realm, plus the great karma of good people like Mrs. Huang, whoever can do it will definitely get great merit,"

"It's a pity that in these days, I don't know how many people have tried, but no one can succeed."

"What kind of rare sword is this sword? What's so mysterious about it that no one can pull it out?"

"It's not a rare sword, it's just that this sword is inserted right into the place where the two masters' mana is stalemate. If you want to pull it out, it's equivalent to competing with the two masters at the same time,"

"Even if it is the Tianjiao of those great disciples on the dragon and tiger list, it is not easy to beat one of them, let alone the two together?"

"What's more, the mystery of these two Buddhist teachings is not only the strength of the magic power. If you can't understand the mystery, I am afraid that even if you can win the combined force of the two, it is impossible not to hurt the two masters if you pull this sword."

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and many people were eager to try, but they were deterred by the continuous failures in the past few days.

If it's just that you can't pull out the sword, it's all right, it's okay to try, maybe you are the chosen one?

But those who couldn't draw their swords in front were all counterattacked by the second monk's mana and suffered heavy injuries.

Although he is better than Huang Yang, the son of Mrs. Huang, he may not be able to die, but it is because of the foundation.

So far, few people have the courage to try it.

"All senior cultivators, give way, give way!"

Suddenly there was a cry, and the crowd separated to both sides.

A group of people approached an old man.

This old man has a bright head and a long beard, he is very old, but his face is ruddy, he is leaning on a dove stick in his hand, but his steps are healthy and powerful when he walks, he does not look old.

"Old Mrs. Huang!"

"I met Mrs. Huang."

It turned out that the old man was Mrs. Huang.

He came here, even though most of the people present were cultivators, who looked down on the common people, they all saluted when they saw this old man.

Either respect him and respect his virtue, or know that his body is of great cause and effect.

This old man Huang is really kind, especially to the monks, but if he has a view, he will definitely bow down with his chest upright.

It's just that if you see the person in Taoist robes, you will be cold-faced, not even a good face.

"This old Mrs. Huang has an enmity with the Daoist sect?"

Among the crowd, Jiang Zhou was a little puzzled.

He had already arrived here, but he just wandered among the crowd, listened to the discussion of the crowd, and finally sorted out the whole thing.

Behind him, Zhao Taizhen, Li Zhenxian and Su Nisheng were also there.

Gao Ji, Lin Shushu, Xie family brothers, Luo Mo scholar and others, these days are all out to kill demons.

Either they have practiced to the key point, or they know that their performance is too low, and they all want to take advantage of the opportunity of the dragon and tiger rankings to win more opportunities to help their practice.

Several Fangcunguan disciples knew that Jiang Zhou was coming here, so they all followed.

Firstly, they want to join in the fun, and secondly, they also know about Houqiu Village, and want to see if their abbot can solve this problem.

"Abbot, you don't know something,"

A disciple who knew the inside story said: "I heard that Mrs. Huang used to worship Taoist ancestors, but was deceived by some charlatans, and there were quite a few times."

"It's nothing to lose money, it's said that people were killed, and that Huang Yang is his most beloved son, who went with a foreigner when he was young, and that foreigner is also a Taoist priest, I heard."

"Old Grandpa Huang deeply hates him for abducting Huang Yang. From now on, he will not worship the Taoist ancestors, he will not worship Taoists, and he will not pretend to be good looking when he sees people wearing Taoist robes."

Jiang Zhou nodded: "I see..."

No wonder.

"Master Fearless, this way please."

While talking, I saw Mrs. Huang leading a monk with deep eyes, high nose and bearded face to the people.

The disciple behind Jiang Zhou suddenly gasped in surprise: "Huh? Isn't that Junior Brother Luo?"

Jiang Zhou followed their eyes and saw a young man in his twenties with a somewhat ordinary appearance.

He looked familiar, he should have seen it in Fire Spirit Valley.

It's just that he and most of the disciples who worshiped in Fangcun only met briefly during the introduction and lectures, and they didn't communicate much on weekdays. Many of them only had impressions, but they didn't know their names.

Everyone knew what he was doing, and a disciple said to him: "Abbot, that's Luo Siyuan, Junior Brother Luo, one of the last few juniors to enter the gate, but I don't know how he came here with Mrs. Huang."

At this time, the bearded monk said: "Fellow Daoist Luo, you have thought about it, you and I are betting, if we lose, I am afraid that our lives will be lost..."