Taoist chanting

Chapter 412 Unsettled Night
The dark green mist spreads thinly, and the flowing water spreads to the barren hills without stopping. In the small world on the hillside below, a three-foot-tall ancient elm tree exudes bright green light, and its vitality is continuously lost with the dense mist.

Cuibi leaves turn yellow and shrink from top to bottom at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tu Kunwei sighed, "Yu Daoyou, let's go!"

He shook his sleeves and bowed his hands in a salute.

Take out two yellow talismans, read some words silently, and send them out separately.

Since he knew that Meng Mei and that person's clone were the chief culprits of this disaster, there was absolutely no reason to let it go.

The fragment of Meng Mei's soul core in his hand is an important clue to deduce the other two clones of Meng Mei. In addition to notifying Protector Xie, the other notification is the head of the mountain.

After about a quarter of an hour, all the leaves of the elm tree withered and fell off, and the jade-like dark green trunk gradually lost its luster.

The Cunmu Xiaotiandi collapsed long ago, and in the night wind, accompanied by the sound of scriptures with strange rhymes, like the ebb and flow of the tide.

A phantom figure of a five-foot-tall old man with an ancient and clumsy face came out from the root of the tree. He took off his clothes and wore a high crown. deliver.

I have lived for more than a thousand years and have listened to at least hundreds of years of chanting Buddhist rituals.

For the first time, he felt that the sound of the scriptures made him feel refreshed, as if he was listening to the sound of a fairy.

The resentment and hostility suppressed in the depths of his soul were released, and he truly let go of the past, achieving an open-mindedness without any worries and illusory.

Zhang Wenfeng held the incense stick in his left hand, clasped the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and made a one-handed salute with the other three fingers together.

The phantom old man saluted Tu Kun again, his figure turned into mist and drifted away with the wind.

Tu Kun solemnly returned the gift, watching the remnant spirit of the elm tree get freed and disappeared into the world, his heart, which had been honed to the ancient well, felt a little uncomfortable.

Depression breeds, and killing intent surges.

Zhang Wenfeng tossed a few stacks of paper money, burning and falling in all directions. He walked step by step from the air to the lifeless elm tree.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the old elm tree that had lost its vitality collapsed down the hillside like a pile of loose sand.

Yu Wanwan didn't even want to leave his body behind, and used up all his energy.

The collected treasures followed him from ashes to ashes, dust to dust, all dissipated in the world.

With a soft "ding dong", a string of three green elm coins fell from the debris and rolled onto Zhang Wenfeng's toes.

Zhang Wenfeng bent down and picked up Ruyu's exquisite elm money into his hands, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this was a good fortune, and the elm money holder had "surplus money", and he was going to be lucky.

Tu Kun smiled enviously and said, "Old wood is too old-fashioned, and you won't even give it as a gift. Why don't you give each person a string of elm money generously? What's the point of giving one or not?"

He doesn't care about the value of things, but covets the luck that is transformed by the aura.

Zhang Wenfeng put the elm money, which represented good luck, into his bosom, and pressed it lightly, feeling very at ease.

He could feel that the ancient elm trees flowed through the land for several miles, and there was a different kind of vitality. When the next spring, the area will grow green grass and trees, and the birds and beasts will return again, and they will come back to life from the dead.

It took Tu Kun some time to put the boulder back into his cuffs, and the two of them landed on the top of the main mountain of Baihuling. Sorry for the spirit.

The scourge Mengmei was still alive, but Old Yushu chose to return to the underworld.

Why do they think it shouldn't have ended like this?
A touch of sadness and sadness.

The first one to arrive was the black donkey, relying on his speed, he left the second senior brother behind.

"Lu Zijin, you can't help, why come here to join in the fun?"

Tu Kun's mood swings were just a thing at the time, and he had calmed down a long time ago. He drank spirit tea and teased the donkey, looking for something to do when he had nothing to do.

The donkey and Tu Kun got to know each other well, grinning, baring its teeth, snorting shamelessly. It just ran out to join in the fun when it was bored. Does it need a reason?

After the second senior brother arrived, the first sentence he said was: "Take me to their hiding place quickly?"

He needs to use empirical evidence to reverse the mysterious and mysterious technique of divination and derivation.

The improvement of any skill, in addition to talent and understanding, the accumulation of experience is very important.

Zhang Wenfeng got up and took the second senior brother to fly to the hillside seven or eight miles away, pointed out the place where Meng Mei was hiding, and then stayed with the donkey in the air to watch the second senior brother busy, Tu Kun was too lazy to run around, and was still on the top of the mountain The old god is drinking tea.

Repeatedly deriving and calculating with the three hexagrams, and after about a quarter of an hour, the second senior brother had a plan in his mind.

When they returned to the top of the mountain, they found two more guests, Gao Yi and Feng Qiyue, beside the coffee table. They greeted them a few times, and heard from them that almost all the monks in the free environment in the nearby states were dispatched. They received a summons from Guardian Xie. Come from other places.

The two of them didn't sit still, took a fragment of the imprisoned dream charm soul core from Tu Kun, and hurried westward.

They have their own way to detect the escaped Meng Mei's whereabouts through the fragments. As for whether it is accurate, it depends on luck and skill.

The second senior brother took a piece of debris, set up restraints nearby, and spread plain cloth and utensils to perform hexagram calculations.

As usual, Tu Kun would definitely keep such important clues, and would not easily take advantage of others, but this time is different, he hates the dream charm that makes trouble and the clone that has absorbed the blood of the dead and the living, and must Want to get rid of it and then quickly.

Not for anything else, but for Yu Wanwan's sobriety that he sacrificed his life to pay for his crimes and refused to join forces with others.

Because of Yu Wanwan being cheated to death by that bullshit big brother's doppelganger.

He felt the same feeling in his heart, holding back a breath of depression and bad breath.

He wants to speak out for Yu Wanwan in this tone!

After that, three waves of masters from the Freedom Realm came, some familiar and some unfamiliar monks, and they divided up all the fragments of the Dream Charm Soul Core from his hands.

I would like to express my gratitude and admiration to the two Xianlingguan's high integrity and open-mindedness.

This cold winter night is full of undercurrents, and it is not peaceful.

The second senior brother walked over with his hair loose, handed the viewer a delineated geomancy map, and said: "We can go to the 'Tiefengling' area of ​​the Qianluo Mountains to look for them. There is a high possibility that they are hiding there."

He said "we", including him and Lu Zijin, who rubbed his shoulder hard to please him.

He also heard about Yu Wanwan's story and wanted to contribute.

Tu Kun put away the tea table, tea set and other items, waved his hand, and said, "Let's go, let's catch thieves while it's dark."

Zhang Wenfeng told the excited donkey, saying: "You protect the second senior brother, don't rush to the front by yourself, our opponent this time is very cunning, and the strength of that clone has at least three levels of cultivation, so don't be careless gone."

The donkey agreed with a loud voice.

"Don't worry, the Lord, I will protect the second senior brother and prevent him from getting hurt."

It copied the scriptures every day, tempered its body, and practiced lightning techniques. It did not fail its homework in the morning and evening, but it was stuck at the bottleneck of the second-level perfection, and its progress in cultivation was as slow as a tortoise, and it was not in a hurry.

Now that there is such a good opportunity to hunt down and kill the third-tier thieves with the temple master and the soil protector, of course it should cherish it and use it.

It's not afraid of getting hurt, and it's not like it hasn't fought head-on with masters in the autonomous realm.

Its current physique is not the same as when it encountered Bian Wuguo in May last year.

Come on, come on more violently!Donkey is not afraid!
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(End of this chapter)