Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 331 Shredded (12)

Seeing the flames in the back mountain change color, the living people panicked.

Even the ghost who is doing evil here is terrified.

However, they were afraid for different reasons. The living people were terrified because they saw that the original flame had turned green, like a ghost.

Yinwu sensed that the aura between the heaven and the earth had changed, and there was some ominous aura rippling from the green flame.

It is a rotten "road". Some yin creatures did not avoid it, but were soaked by the rippling ominous breath and began to fester.

This kind of scene, even the old Jianghu hiding in it, is hopeless.

Under such a situation, no matter what kind of old Jianghu is, it is just a rootless duckweed, facing only a dead and unclear future.

Some of the methods accumulated in the past are completely useless here.

The Taoist boys gathered together, beat the drum vigorously, and recited the golden light mantra.

The golden light magic spell of these little Taoist priests is not very effective.

They don't have high skills, and even the Dharma talismans are of little use.

But fortunately, the sound of Qi Shushu can also make people feel a little more at ease.

Under the scene of thousands of ghosts laughing wildly, the golden light spell made everyone feel that they had not been given up.

They are still protected.

"The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth is the root of all energy.

Cultivating hundreds of millions of kalpas to prove my supernatural powers.

Inside and outside the Three Realms, the Tao is the only one.

The body has golden light, reflecting my body.

……

Ghosts and demons are frightened, spirits and monsters die.

There is a thunderbolt inside, and the god of thunder is hidden.

Donghui communicates thoroughly, and the five qi are vigorous.

The golden light appeared quickly, covering the real person. "

It has to be said that after reciting the Golden Light Mantra, the strange surroundings who kept coveting this place really retreated.

Some people cried out to vent their suppressed emotions, while others heaved a sigh of relief and fell softly to the ground.

But after seeing all of this, Ji Xiaotao, not only did he not breathe a sigh of relief, but he felt a great danger.

The "Taoist" named Lin Feng is the strongest person here.

A Taoist of the Ninth Grade Foundation Establishment.

In today's era, a person who has succeeded in building a foundation and cleared his meridians should not have many methods. More importantly, he has a good foundation, is younger, and his horoscope also coincides with divination.

Xiao Daotong is not a fool, after thinking about it, he knew that the person he saw was most likely his master.

At the same time, he also had some guesses about the identity of the "Taoist".

But he didn't say it.

Because there is no need, in this era, the one who can lead people to survive is the "Bodhisattva".

Whatever he is, he is God.

Just as he was looking at the flames that suddenly changed color in the back mountain, he suddenly felt a throbbing.

It's a trembling feeling!

He knew what it was, it was called "on a whim", and he could have this reaction to a certain level of practice, but his reaction was extraordinarily strong, and he didn't tell others about his peculiarity.

Accompanied by this kind of mental tremor, is the great panic that I can't even stand still.

Outside, the ghosts were like frightened birds, there was a great danger chasing after them, Ji Xiaodao was a little dazed, and raised his head in panic, and saw outside, it seemed that a thousand-foot wall had risen.

These walls are like broken mirrors.

Every mirror reflects something,

After the Qianzhang wall appeared, the little Taoist felt extremely uneasy, he took out the divine tablet, and put the divine tablet in front of himself sincerely.

He also didn't know where this terror came from.

It was also because of this that he felt guilty in his heart, but looking at the divine light transformed by Prince Zun over the temple of Lord Zhuan, he felt a little more at ease.

He motioned to the other little Taoist priests to beat a little at the junction of darkness and light with their drums in their hands.

Shock the surrounding "Xiaoxiao".

Although it may not be very useful, and it may not be able to protect the people who live here, anyone with a discerning eye can tell that it is the "Prince Zhuan" here, so the people who stay here, whether they are men, women, old or young, all sincerely worship Zuan Prince.

Spreading people out, he began to recite the eight great mantras as if he were in a morning class.

Pray for peace of mind.

"Dan Zhu spits out the filth and eliminates the atmosphere.

Tongue God Zhenglun Tongming Yangshen.

Luo Qiantooth is evil and Weizhen.

Throat God Hu Ben Qi Shen Yin Jin.

The heart pill makes me understand the truth.

Sishen refines liquid, Dao Qi lasts forever. "

The Eight Great Divine Mantras are different from the Eight Great Divine Mantras, and each household has slightly different variations.

What Ji Xiaodaoren and the others have learned is extremely mixed, mainly because the orthodoxy has been passed down to his generation, and he can actually be regarded as the role of the ancestor of his lineage, that is, "I am my ancestor". The rest of the preachers, themselves It's hard to guarantee, especially the second and third generations. They want to maintain the orthodoxy while resisting the "Old Mother of Lishan".

Like a broken ship sailing.

Distressed inside and out.

So don't accuse them of not leaving any secret teachings to future generations.

This mouth-cleaning mantra is very bad, and the effect is better than nothing. Ji Xiaodaoren’s dharma comes from Quanzhen, and he learned the way of inner alchemy. Later, because of Lishan’s old mother, the dharma went to Lishan’s old mother. body.

He was uneasy at the moment, and subconsciously used the most familiar actions to fight against the uneasiness.

Just as he was gradually calming down, outside, someone came back staggeringly, appeared from the darkness, and was illuminated by the light.

The crowd was horrified.

It was an acquaintance.

There was blood all over him.

Everyone who saw him was shocked.

"The county magistrate?"

Some people couldn't help saying that the person who came was Zong Yang, but the current Zong Yang was covered in blood, his clothes were torn, and his whole body was covered in blood.

He staggered forward, the new county magistrate looked extremely scary.

"Be careful, don't look in the mirror, don't look in the mirror."

He was still muttering to himself.

The little Taoist priests standing in front of him subconsciously stepped aside, not daring to stop him.

These little Taoists can tell even if their basic knowledge is not solid.

The Zong Yang in front of him seemed to be divided into countless pieces by using the strings of a Guqin.

These fragments are all glued together by flesh and blood.

He just walked forward with a wave of energy, if this energy was dissipated, no one would know what would happen, facing the shouts of others, he turned a deaf ear and just walked towards the temple of Zhuan Wangye.

Someone tried to call him, but was stopped.

He just walked towards the inside of the temple.

When talking about this, someone finally couldn't help but ask: "Ah, didn't you say that Zong Yang is dead?"

It was abruptly interrupted, and the Zuanwangye Temple, which had started to become dark, bloody, and terrifying, returned to normal.

Listening to Lin Feng's speech, everyone present touched their foreheads unnaturally.

They were covered in oily sweat.

They were really frightened.

This sudden conversation from someone made them heave a sigh of relief, feeling that they had woken up from the atmosphere of this horror story.

There were strange noises outside the temple, and some people wondered what happened outside.

But halfway through the story, no one wants to get out.

They all wanted to hear the story to the end.

Everyone is hooked.

Give your full attention.

Seeing that his narration was interrupted by others, Lin Feng also stopped. He also felt that these people's energy was exhausted.

The loss is a bit huge.

He looked towards the black shadows outside, and several more black shadows appeared with faces.

It was obvious that they remembered who they were.

The person who remembered his own appearance wandered around with the rest of the brothers, digging down towards the outside of the temple.

They and I want to dig out the buried things that were buried here many years ago, pack them up and take them away.

Lin Feng knew that they were all there.

A hundred years ago, Lin Feng had no choice but to "sleep" and completed a century-long arrangement. His arrival today is the last link of this plan.

Before he came, he went to Fukou. Li Gao was a rich mine. He was not an opponent of the "Wutong Immortal" before.

Lin Feng is not what he used to be, he is more courageous!

The voices outside are the fruits of the remnants of these years here, and it is time to put it away now.

The old buddies ruthlessly put the fruit harvested by the life insect powder into the clay pot.

In the fire pond not far away, the fire of humanity gradually ignited.

Co-cast new pots, and a rod to anchor.

These are all the things he needs.

Lin Feng glanced outside, and then looked at the tired crowd. His hair floated up silently. This unnatural phenomenon was clearly visible to everyone present, but they all "chosen" to turn a blind eye. .

A simple blindfold.

The hair is tied on their bodies, replenishing their mind and energy, making them energetic.

The exhausted spirit of these people recovered again.

Veteran comrades also feel that their long-lost thinking is quick.

If he looked in the mirror, he would say that he was "radiant"!
He asked a few questions, and felt that he had benefited a lot. Although he knew that what the young man said was false, but the story, the story told by the young man, must have details, characters and characters, the kind of immersive The feeling is so that everyone can't stop.

He asked: "Then who is Prince Zhuan's opponent?"

Lin Feng: "It is one of the oldest Lishan old mothers, and also the head of the most primitive Lishan old mother tribe, a queen.

This time, although it wasn't an all-out effort, the Lishan old mother group also made a big effort, and more importantly, they were determined to win something. "

Old comrade: "Hey, old mother of Lishan, how could old mother of Lishan cut people into different kinds?"

Lin Feng said: "Master Taishan, how could he serve as the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty? He is not the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty."

Old Comrade: "Is there a connection between the two?"

Lin Feng: "There is naturally a great connection between the two, listen to me first and finish this story, where are we talking?

Oh, Zongyang turned into pieces, right? "

Lin Feng recounted: "I don't know if you have heard a story about a person who was tricked by the executioner when he was being executed by Ming Zhengdian. The executioner told him to close his eyes and go to Running forward, the executioner lied to the prisoner, saying that he did not cut off the prisoner's head, but the ropes on the prisoner's body. Passing by, broke his identity."

The old comrade said: "That's right, there is also the woodcutter who watched the immortals play chess in the mountains. He was the same. He was called out of his age and died immediately."

Lin Feng nodded, "That's why Zongyang is great. He used his own life to report to the others."

(End of this chapter)