Taoist chanting

The majestic figure stands like a mountain, overlooking the busy ghosts in the dark world. Judge Zhang's face became more and more cold and rigid. He was wearing a dark red official robe as thick as a rock, and he was motionless. Wisps of black light reflected from the ghostly clouds to the shadow of the robe. Ghost pattern ghost fire.

There are faint sounds of scriptures falling intermittently from the sky above the ghost domain, like hail and frost wind, dots of white light break the surface calm of ghosts and creatures, and the small river of Styx, which winds for more than ten miles, splashes turbid waves, and the ghosts of the remnants can't avoid it, lest stained.

Judge Zhang showed a warm and angry face, and he stretched out his fist to slam the noise that was disturbing his territory out of Huangquan.

This dilapidated little world that he spent so much energy, time and mana repairing is not stable, what ghosts are playing tricks on him and disturbing his tranquility even more?

A few pieces of white light fell from the side of the body, turning into a faint lingering sound and dissipating in the air.

"...Clear water is the heart...Sitting alone in seclusion...Supreme nature and goodness..."

Judge Zhang's outstretched fist was stunned in the air.

The originally ear-piercing and noisy noise gave him a kind of familiarity deep in his soul. He maintained this movement and listened quietly.

The hostility and the red official uniform on his body slowly faded, and the darkness receded.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Wenfeng, who was standing in front of the shimmering bronze lamp, opened his eyes, and in front of him floated a bronze fish-pattern talisman that was also shining.

Circles of invisible thoughts echoed in the empty hall.

"A pure heart is like water, and clear water is the heart. There is no breeze, and the waves are calm... Hard work is as clear as a teacher. You can go down first."

Zhang Wenfeng said hello, he had to take a good look at this miraculous experience.

He didn't know how long it had passed. He seemed to have experienced at least a hundred years in the Hall of Soul Suppression. He watched the prosperity and decline of the Hall of Soul Suppression in the past. It was complicated, chaotic, desolate, and war-torn. One and the same, clearly imprinted in his mind, but strangely seems to be separated by an intangible thing.

He still remembered the time when he sacrificed the bronze lamp. When he was bored, he had a whim, and tried to drive the bronze lamp one by one with the several ghost formulas Cui Judge left in the bronze fish-pattern talisman, but he fell into it unknowingly. , Walked on the "ghost road" once.

Did Cui Yu harm him?
He couldn't help but suspect in this direction when he took refuge in the ghost gate and inexplicably stepped into an extraterritorial battlefield.

Shui Qingru at the entrance of the cave heard the master's order, stood up and saluted, said "yes", glanced at the cold light that disappeared without a trace in the cave, exited the cave, saluted the guardian earth again, turned and left without a trace. The sloppy.

Everyone else heard the voice of the temple master, Shi Nanguan also felt relieved, and after saluting, he led the crowd to retreat, leaving the earth guardian floating in the mist with his whisk in his arms, wondering what he was thinking.

"Hey, little girl, wait for me."

Shi Nanguan grinned and shouted.

Shui Qingru stopped and turned her head to look, "What did you call me?"

"What else can I call it? I've been calling it since I was a child, and it's easy to say. Little girl, how long have you stayed in the sect this time... Oh, don't do it, women who fight are not beautiful..."

Shi Nanguan dodged a sliver of sword energy, and the entire sect, he was the only one who always called the female martial artist by nickname.

The water is as clear as a thunder beast whose eyes are restrained from exploding, and the little guy swallows the thunder ball in his mouth. A smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth: "Let's stay for a year or two. Do you know when Qing Yun and Qian Jing will leave the customs?" ?”

When she was an apprentice, she often beat pumpkins in the name of sparring.

After so many years, she seldom joked with men, except for pumpkin, her hands were itchy if she didn't flatten him.

"I don't know yet. Ask Lao Wei, and he can't tell for sure. These years, Wei Xiuwei has hardly improved, and he is bored in his heart and refuses to say anything. Find a time, and I will make an appointment with Jingjing, Zhongzi and Lao Wei. Wei, let's get together."

"I won't go out this year. Whenever I have free time, you can use their time."

The two walked east side by side, Shui Qingru suddenly remembered that he had forgotten someone, and asked, "Is Junior Brother Zhuang free?"

"He has been in the vast continent for many years. He said that he has a mission, and he is mysterious and does not know what bad things he has done. I will send him an interrogation. The others are scattered, and those who return to hermit are no longer brothers on the same path. Don't be surprised."

When Shi Nanguan said the latter, his tone was a little melancholy.

After more than a hundred years of practice, he has seen many gatherings and separations and the separation of life and death, but he still cannot achieve the ancient well without waves.

Shui Qingru's face became expressionless again, seeming indifferent to the world, deserted.

Only in this way, she will not be burdened by the emotions rising from the scum.

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After a long time, the host's greeting came from the underground hall of the cave: "Tu protector, You Lao, please come in and have a chat, I just thought of something and neglected."

"It's okay, my own people are not so polite."

Tu Kun glanced at the white mist, responded with a smile, and stepped into the cave with his whisk in his arms. Beside him was a blurred figure of You Meng.

The strong cold air converges towards the bronze lamp.

Zhang Wenfeng's figure appeared, with a perplexed look on his face, he walked around the five-foot-high bronze lamp that had returned to normal, and said, "This small heaven and earth heavy weapon is a little tricky... By the way, how long have I been in seclusion?"

A bronze fish-patterned talisman hangs from his waist without any ribbons.

"After all, you have been in retreat for 13 years and five months, which is not too long. What's wrong with this treasure, tell us about it?"

Tu Kun was very interested in inquiring about the confusion of the viewer.

This bronze lamp was collected by the hairpin ancestor for the temple master and sent over with magical powers.

He didn't believe in the slightest that the ancestor of the hairpin flower would harm the temple master, the difference in identity and cultivation level was too great, there was no need for conspiracy and calculation, and he could blow to death many little guys who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth in one breath.

The viewer at that time was really incompetent.

"Is it only 13 years? I thought it was a hundred years... What a long time."

Zhang Guanzhu sighed a little, and his doubts became heavier.

Looking at You Mengchang who had been observing for a long time, he suddenly said: "The old man probably knows the reason. This time I woke you up, and it may have disturbed your chance."

"What's the reason, you old man, don't be fooled, tell me quickly."

Zhang Wenfeng stood still, he really wanted to find out what was going on, but the feeling that he vaguely knew but couldn't grasp it made him feel uncertain, and he didn't dare to sacrifice this small world weapon that had cost him a lot of time.

He didn't want to get involved in the grievances between Ming Yu and Mo Ye.

Walking around in the underworld for a while, he has seen the precipitous scenery where there are people out there, people out there, and the sky in the sky. His body is too small, his shoulders are too weak, and he can't bear any wind and grass at all.

There was a smile on You Mengchang's face, and when you were afraid, he cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations, congratulations! Fellow Daoist, your ruthless state of mind is very suitable for this Mingbao. Lord Cui intends to make it perfect. You have retreated for more than ten years, and the body has already planted With the rudimentary form of the lower Yin God, in the future, while maintaining the current Yangguan Avenue, you can walk another 'ghost way'."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't respond for a while.

High-level things such as yin gods and avatars are far from his current cultivation base.

This surprise came a bit big.

Contrary to what he had guessed, Mr. Cui gave him a big gift through the bronze lamp with the help of the previous contact.

No wonder he felt that this retreat was impossible to figure out. He felt that there was a layer of hazy mist in between. It turned out that his ruthless aura had turned into the prototype of the Yin God, serving as a judge in the Hall of Soul Suppression and opening up the ghost realm.

Incredible.

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