Taoist chanting

Chapter 718 The bait has been cast
A fair-skinned, middle-aged Taoist priest with a short beard under his chin held a Dharma plate in his left hand, made formulas with his right hand, and murmured words. He kept walking back and forth over the three-mile-sized reef island. Derived on a whim.

The middle-aged Taoist suddenly stood still, his eyes flickering, and he pointed to the southwest in the twilight.

"There are hidden underwater reefs three miles away from the outlying island, Mr. Lu, you should be careful to explore them!"

A young scholar named Lu Changkong showed a smile on his face, cupped his hands and said: "Master He calculated the hard work!" He said to a young monk Kong Wuli: "Master Yuanzi, please take care of Master He and wait for me on the water. .”

Monk Yuanju nodded in agreement, and didn't rush to get into the water.

The scholar and the other two men formed a formation with the magic weapon in their hands, and slowly walked into the water. The undulating sea water was illuminated by the precious light, showing a vast and transparent whiteness. As the three of them dived deeper, the light gradually dimmed to nothing.

Monk Yuanzu walked slowly in the air, paying attention to the movement around him.

The last ray of sunlight in the sky disappeared, darkness shrouded, and the sea breeze blew.

About a quarter of an hour later, the monk suddenly stepped in front of Master He who was sitting cross-legged in the air, adjusting his breath, and without saying a word, his fists rushed like meteors towards the moon to an empty space hundreds of feet away. A black shadow appeared in embarrassment and received a punch It rolled and fell into the sea and disappeared without a trace.

The middle-aged Taoist opened his eyes, staring at the sea where the shadow escaped, and said: "Don't chase the poor, it's a fourth-order ghost, be careful of its plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain."

Monk Yuanzu wondered: "How come there are still fourth-order ghosts here? Didn't it mean that the fourth-order evil spirits in the Duxian Islands were killed by the monks of the Eastern Continent?"

He was even more afraid to leave the middle-aged Taoist five feet away.

Ghosts are hard to guard against in the dark, and he was entrusted by Mr. Lu to take care of He Qiyuan, a hexagram master who has no combat power.

"Or the fish who slipped through the net back then, or the ghost cultivator who came from other places."

The middle-aged Taoist priest put a protective spell on himself, and continued: "Mu Yunjian and Bao Qinghua, two fellow Taoists, should have been plotted by ghosts. There is likely to be a nest of fourth-level ghosts here. Master Yuanzi, please search for them underwater. Mr. Lu and the others sent a message to remind them, be careful to guard against sneak attacks by ghosts."

Monk Yuanxu took out the flying sword, read a few words silently, and then wrapped the flying sword with magic power and threw it into the water.

After waiting for a while, there was a splash of water, and four figures rushed out of the water and flew into the air. Among them, the extra woman was Bao Qinghua, who had been missing for a long time. Look a little dazed.

One of the young Taoist priests had a close relationship with the fallen Mu Yun, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Senior Sister Bao, what strange things happened to you that day? Who killed my brother? Please tell me in detail."

Bao Qinghua looked around, and found that it was near the reef and deserted island where the ghost was ambushing that day. She heard another fourth-rank senior brother of the same family quickly tell what happened through sound transmission, and then she knew that she was trapped in the water by the ghost. It's been more than a year, and Mu Yunjian's life lamp has only been extinguished for less than half a month.

That day when the ghosts used ghost techniques to control her restless mind, she sneaked up on Mu Yunjian. It was a moment of trance. She was also hit by Mu Yunjian's backhand and almost lost half of her life. I can't say such a secret, and I dare not say it. Come out, or there will be endless disasters.

The woman cleared her mind for a while and arrived at Wandering Island that day. She and Mu Yunjian competed with the fourth-rank monks of the Eastern Continent defending the island respectively, and won two games in a row. The arrogant Mu Yunjian was delighted to see Liexin, and Zhou Zhi took him to Piaoling Island to compete with Zhang Guanzhu. After only two moves, Mu Yunjian was seriously injured and lost.

She escorted Mu Yunjian to return overnight, and rested on this deserted island, but was ambushed by ghosts and plotted against her. She described everything in detail, and only concealed the fact that she was controlled by ghosts to attack Mu Yunjian.

Lu Changkong and the others had already been to Wandering City, and what Zhou Zhi said about the discussion that day was similar to what Bao Qinghua said.

"Two strokes hit Friends Daoist Mu hard, so powerful!"

Monk Yuanju didn't hide the fighting spirit in his eyes, and murmured.

The young Taoist priest was still waiting to ask, when a deep and gloomy voice came from a distance: "When is the turn of the Duxian Islands and the monks from the vast continent to come and play wild? Hehe, you all deserve to die!"

Two figures flew towards them, Monk Yuanju and Bao Qinghua's senior brother, suddenly a wave several feet high appeared out of nowhere in the darkness and hit them head-on and face-to-face.

Monk Yuanju swung his fist, the shadows of his fists overlapped like a mountain, and the icy spray was crushed with a few "bang bang".

The sea is vast, but where are the ghosts?

Hearing a woman's scream from behind, the two hurriedly flew back, only to see Bao Qinghua covering her forehead, her face was pale, and the black energy was flowing from her body, apparently caused by some kind of severe restraint by ghosts, she was in danger.

"offend!"

Lu Changkong shot like lightning, quickly restrained the weak woman, and said to the middle-aged Confucian monk who flew back: "Senior Brother Zhuang, please check for Junior Sister Bao. If there is any hidden danger, we will find a way to eradicate it as soon as possible."

The middle-aged Confucian cultivator put his palm on the woman's shoulder with a dignified expression, and silently recited the sage's classics, and a strong aura enveloped the woman's whole body.

He Qiyuan, the hexagram master, flicked the Dharma plate in his hand, stared at the woman ten feet away, and made calculations with his right hand. He had already figured out some clues, but one more thing is worse than one less thing, and he didn't want to offend anyone.

After a while, the black energy on Bao Qinghua's body dissipated, the middle-aged Confucian cultivator let go of his palms, and shook his head slightly at Lu Changkong, indicating that there was no problem.

Bao Qinghua's complexion returned to normal, and he saluted several people.

She vaguely felt that something was wrong, the ghost was too powerful, and there seemed to be a big problem with her own state of mind.

At present, she just wants to return to the sect, and she doesn't want to stay in the Duxian Islands to avoid further accidents.

"Let's go, go back to Duxian City first, and discuss with Master Fayuan. I don't know how many ghosts are entrenched here? We can't say that we have to make some efforts to help Dong Dalu catch it. Master He, please!"

There was no joy or anger on Lu Changkong's face, but it was obviously impossible to go back like this.

That ghost provoked him face-to-face again and again. I don't know what to rely on?
The suspicion of the Eastern Continent monks has been cleared away, they can rest assured to deal with the ghosts in the dark, and they don't have to be on guard against the Eastern Continent's plotting.

"Mr. Lu please, everyone please!"

The hexagram master He Qiyuan smiled and stretched out his hand politely, and flew ahead with Lu Changkong, heading towards Duxian Island.

The young Taoist brother of Mu Yunjian's clan still had many doubts in his heart, but it was inconvenient to ask at this time, why did the ghost just let Bao Qinghua go without any injuries, but it killed the clan brother?There must be a reason for this.

When he finds the right time, he will ask He Qiyuan alone.

He realized that Bao Qinghua was concealing something, and what he said was incomplete and untrue.

Above the reef and deserted island, the figure of You Mengchang appeared. He stared at the group of people who disappeared into the night, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, and said to himself: "The bait has been cast, and the second fish is about to take the bait!"

Behind him, there are two thin ghost figures floating, looming.

The more fourth-order ghosts at hand, the more effective he can be. This trip to the Duxian Islands has been fruitful.

He also selected the best and found an excellent host body, which is currently being cultivated on Duxian Island, and it will be available in a few years. When Taoist Zhang completes the refining of jade bone puppets and goes to the vast continent, his strength will be able to rise to the next level. new level.

He is looking forward to the trip to the vast continent.

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(End of this chapter)