Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 568: A hundred years ago, the great uncle-master and the top talisman confrontation
An invisible pressure enveloped Qingyun Temple, and everyone couldn't help but freeze for a moment.

The sudden change caught people off guard, and the enemy's strength was beyond their imagination.

The barrier set up by six senior masters of Tianshi Mansion collapsed in an instant.

Not only that, even the altar was destroyed, and they didn't even know what was going on or where the enemy was.

An old Taoist priest looked at the shattered altar with a puzzled look on his face, muttering to himself:

"How is this possible? Even if Wudang Sect Master Sun or Sanyi Sect Master Zuo came over to break this altar, it would take a lot of effort. How strong is this demon to shatter it in an instant?"

"No, that can't be counted. This barrier was not broken by brute force, but collapsed from the inside. The opponent seems to know the flaws and loopholes of our altar, and thus blew it up accurately, just like a master of horizontal training being attacked at his weak spot, and his skills are instantly broken." Another old Taoist priest said hurriedly.

"But what is the weakness of this altar? Why don't I know it?" The old Taoist priest was puzzled.

Another old Taoist sighed and said, "We don't know, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. This means that the other party's attainments in talismans are far higher than ours."

"The Heavenly Master once reminded me that this demon was a high-ranking official of the Heavenly Master's Mansion a hundred years ago. His talisman cultivation reached the highest level, and he even reached the point where he could summon talismans with a single thought."

"I didn't take it seriously at the time. I just thought it was an exaggeration. How could a wild Taoist priest who had lost his magic talisman and could not use the talisman method and could only use some unconventional magic to fight against us? Now it seems that I was really arrogant and wrong!"

"Brother, I'm afraid that the devil has entered the temple. What should we do now?" one of them asked.

"Although the other party has a high level of attainment in talismans, she can't use her high-quality righteous methods without her talisman professional disc. She can only use some unconventional techniques. Although we are not as good as her in talismans, our thunder magic is not at a disadvantage. Let's go and meet her."

Immediately, the four old Taoists put some healing talismans on themselves and went to the door.

At the same time, Sanqing Temple.

After the barrier was broken, the torn pieces of paper man began to fly around on the ground, as if trying to gather together.

But because it was torn into pieces too much previously, only scattered Qi remained, and they could not gather together no matter what, and just spun in vain in the same place.

The flattened paper man's head with eyes all over it lay motionless in the corner. Most of its eyes had lost their function, leaving only one that was still moving slightly.

But the next moment, a pair of narrow eyes were reflected in its scarlet pupils.

The eyes were not big, but the pupils were as bright as stars, and golden flames flickered in the pupils.

The golden flame grew bigger and brighter, until it ignited with a "bang" and burned to ashes.

Using the power of the Delusion Breaking Divine Eye to burn the paper man's head into powder, Zhang Zhiwei retracted his pupil power, looked outside the hall, and said:

"Mental pressure? Not only did he not flee, he even dared to attack us. Uncle Yi Qian, Uncle Zhang Yi, you stay here to protect Senior Lan Gu. I will go and take him down!"

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush out, but was grabbed by Yi Qian and Zhang Yi from the left and right.

"Stop, your uncle Yi and I are still here. If we let you go up, where will our face be? Do we still want to be human beings in Longhu Mountain?" Zhang Yi said.

"That's right. We two old guys are not dead yet. Why do we want a youngster like you to go out and fight to the death?" Yi Qian also said.

Zhang Huaiyi stood aside, saying nothing, silently enduring the pressure.

It was different from the terrifying pressure from my senior brother, which was direct and like pushing against a wall, acting on the body.

The pressure from this demon was eerie and cold. It would not make people tremble physically or thighs shake, but it gave people a chill that penetrated into the soul, as if someone had poured a bottle of ice water on their collar on a hot day, chilling them to the bone.

"This demon's cultivation is so high that it's terrifying!" Zhang Huaiyi said to himself, and quickly recited the Heart Purification Mantra to get rid of the influence.

As for Aunt Lan, she entered into a state of meditation and walked into the inner world of Qingyun, where she was watching the crowd. She knew nothing about the outside world.

"If you want to treat me as your uncle, then you can stay here. Let us take care of that devil!"

Yi Qian held Zhang Zhiwei's left shoulder and said in a firm tone.

"Yes, yes, yes. I heard that this demon is best at talismans. I, your uncle, have practiced talismans all my life. I was just thinking about meeting her. Don't ruin my fun, you reckless boy!"

Zhang Yi held Zhang Zhiwei's right shoulder and said with an unquestionable look on his face.

People fight for a breath, Buddhas fight for a stick of incense, but if they encounter danger, they hide behind a junior. After returning to the mountain, won’t they be laughed to death?

"But if you go, who will protect Senior Lan Gu?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

Yi Qian looked at Zhang Yi without saying anything. He was not a reckless man. He was afraid that he would not be able to deal with this devil alone.

Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment and looked at Zhang Zhiwei: "You come to protect Aunt Lan."

"I..." Zhang Zhiwei was a little surprised: "Uncle Master, are you sure I can do my job?"

"You are my good nephew. Why should I worry about you doing things? I trust you more than I trust myself." Zhang Yi said in a deep voice.

He certainly didn't make this decision on impulse, but after careful consideration.

A Taoist priest who practices talismans is indeed very powerful when he is in full swing and has the talismans carefully prepared.

However, when faced with some unexpected situations, due to the characteristics of talismans, we are often caught off guard.

And that devil happened to be extremely proficient in the art of talismans. Wasn't the impregnable barrier just now broken?
If he stayed to protect Aunt Lan, and the other party suddenly attacked him with some means, he might not be able to protect her.

But Zhang Zhiwei is different. He has profound attainments in thunder magic and strong life cultivation. No matter what situation he is in or what emergencies he encounters, he has considerable abilities.

It is much safer to stay with him to protect the law than to stay alone.

Since both uncles said so, Zhang Zhiwei did not force it and agreed.

Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and then instructed:
"Since you are here to protect the law, then you should do so. You cannot act on your own until Aunt Lan wakes up. Even if I die, you must protect the law first, and then seek revenge."

After saying this, without waiting for Zhang Zhiwei's reply, Zhang Yi strode out of the Sanqing Hall.

Yi Qian followed closely behind.

"Brother, what should we do?" Zhang Huaiyi asked.

"Protect the Dharma!"

After Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, he sat cross-legged under Aunt Lan, but his consciousness was elevated, looking at the whole scene.

at the same time.

In the front yard of Qingyun Temple, the wind was howling, causing several trees in the front yard to sway and the doors and windows to swing wildly.

The woman in the red skirt and bright red embroidered shoes has walked into the front yard.

Behind her, there were dense crowds of figures following vaguely. All of them were paper dolls with red cheeks and eerie auras. They gathered together and poured into the Taoist temple like a torrent.

More and more paper figures poured into the Taoist temple, and the front yard became more and more crowded. The scene was almost like the subway rush hour in later generations.
However, there were no paper figures disturbing the woman in the red dress within three feet.

When the woman in the red skirt stepped into the front yard, Yi Qian, Zhang Yi, and the four senior masters also arrived, and the two sides confronted each other. The woman in the red skirt tilted her head and looked at Zhang Yi, Yi Qian and the others, and chuckled:

"The pillar of this generation of Tianshi Mansion? Not that great! Speaking of which, you should call me Grandmaster Uncle!"

What a grand family reunion scene! Although the woman in the red dress was smiling, her eyes were cold without a trace of emotion.

Yi Qian sneered. He was a man of few words and disdained verbal battles.

Zhang Yi was not convinced and sneered, "I know your life story. You were taught by the Heavenly Master himself. Although you were not given a surname, you were granted the Thunder Method. You should have eliminated evil with righteousness and unified the world. You should have followed the way of Heaven. How could you have entered the realm of the whole being and betrayed your master and ancestors? You have committed a grave sin and the Heaven and Earth will not tolerate it."

“You…you little brat, how dare you…” The woman in the red dress frowned.

Zhang Yi cursed loudly, "Shut up, you shameless dog. I am here to exorcise the demons on the orders of the Heavenly Master. How dare you, a stray dog ​​who has been suppressed for a hundred years, pretend to be our master instead of hiding your head and living in shamelessness?"

The red-dressed woman frowned, no longer as calm as before. Since she was born a hundred years ago, when has she ever been treated like this? She was about to yell and curse.

But before he could say anything, Zhang Yi choked him back:

"Are you worthy of being the Grand Master? You will soon pass away. When that happens, how will you face the 63rd generation Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master's House?"

"You are a traitor to the Zhengyi sect, a monster of the Quanxing sect. You have lived a hundred years in vain. You are a stray dog, yet you dare to bark wildly in front of us. I have never seen such a shameless person!"

In the Sanqing Hall, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but have a strange look on his face when he saw this scene. He usually saw Uncle Zhang Yi reading Taoist scriptures all day long. Could it be that the Taoist scriptures were just empty books, and the contents were "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"?
The front hall courtyard.

"you……"

The woman in the red dress had a face as cold as white porcelain, but it suddenly twisted and her eyes became bloodshot.

She knew she couldn't win the argument, so she just took action.

All the paper figures that looked like a surging tide suddenly stopped moving.

Then, their bodies maintained the same posture as before, but their heads all looked towards Zhang Yi.

On each strange face, pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Zhang Yi intently, and all said:
"Shut up..."

"Shut up..."

When these paper figures spoke together, the overlapping sounds were like waves crashing over. The sounds of death they made were not only loud, but also went straight to the soul.

At this sound, several people present, including Zhang Huaiyi in the Sanqing Hall, felt as if they were hit by a torrent. It seemed that their souls were about to be washed out of their bodies. They immediately used the Golden Light Mantra to resist.

"But you can't explain it. Are you going to take action?"

Zhang Yi sneered, waved his hand, and took out a large wooden box from the storage magic tool, and then took out a peach wood sword and a golden bell.

He holds a sword in his right hand and a golden bell in his left hand.

The wooden box opened with a flick of the peach wood sword.

The golden bell began to shake.

A yellow paper talisman flew out of the wooden box like a fish in water and hovered above Zhang Yi's head, followed by the second, third, and fourth...

A large number, almost countless, of talismans swarmed out of the wooden box, and as they flew, they made a "rustling" sound similar to the turning of pages of a book.

They were arranged above Zhang Yi's head, like a huge scroll of yellow and red paper, submerging Zhang Yi's figure.

Seeing so many talismans in one breath, even the woman in the red dress was shocked. This young man was such a spendthrift.

Immediately afterwards, as the golden bell in Zhang Yi's hand shook, a large number of talismans fell like a rain of arrows.

The paper figures around the woman in the red dress, when they hit the talisman, were like bubbles in the sunlight. They burst at the touch of a poke, quickly ignited, and turned into black ashes and fell down in an instant.

This is Zhang Yi’s confidence.

Before coming, Zhang Yi had a chat with the Heavenly Master Zhang Jingqing.

Zhang Jingqing said that this demon could perform talisman techniques without any prior rituals, which was unbelievable. Zhang Yi majored in talismans, so he was not suitable to come, so he prepared to send someone else.

But Zhang Yi was unwilling to do so, and said, "Isn't it just a thought that makes the talisman appear? If so, he would prepare an equal number of talismans in advance, and then compete with each other to see who is afraid of whom!"

At that time, Zhang Jingqing wanted to say something but stopped herself, but finally did not stop Zhang Yi from coming over.

All I saw were talismans flying around, paper figures going wild, fire talismans exploding, thunder talismans roaring, and wind talismans flying like a storm...

A large number of talismans poured down, smashing many paper figures into pieces. The sky was filled with torn paper and black ash that was blown by the flames and wind. The woman in the red dress stood in the center, as if she was standing in the eye of a storm.

In just a few breaths, the large number of paper figures that filled the front yard turned into black ashes on the ground.

Zhang Yi's talismans were less than half consumed.

The remaining talisman plates spun above his head. As they flew, they stirred up gusts of wind, blowing up the ashes all over the ground.

The woman in the red skirt looked at this scene and calmed down. She sneered:

"You have quite a few clever tricks. Let me see which one has more talisman paper, you or I have more paper figures."

After that, she pulled out a long string of palm-sized, paper-cut-like paper figures from her bosom, chanted a spell, drew talismans in the air with her hands, and then suddenly clasped her palms together and shouted:
"go with!"

Those palm-sized paper figures twisted their bodies in an humanistic manner, grew in the wind, and in just a moment they expanded into human form, rushing towards the talisman with fangs and claws, and then were blasted into powder.

Countless white paper figures and yellow talismans were entangled together. Explosions and thunders continued to sound. Both sides were covering with fire, and it was difficult to tell who was happy for a while.

In fact, facing Zhang Yi's talisman, the woman in red skirt had a more clever way.

But she is the great-grandmother's master, and she claims to be unparalleled in the art of talismans. If a junior uses the art of talismans to defeat her, where would she keep her face?

So, she chose the most direct and brutal way to deal with it.

Yi Qian and several other high-level masters were dumbfounded when they saw this scene. Such a domineering battle of talismans was something they had never heard of or seen before.

Several people looked at each other.

"To deal with this kind of monster, there is no need to talk about martial arts ethics. Let's attack together!" Yi Qian said.

Soon, several people joined the battle.

Four old masters who were skilled in talismans each cast their own talismans to help Zhang Yi.

Yi Qian drew out the Seven-Star Magic Sword and was about to cut the back row.

At the same time, outside Qingyun Temple, Commander Zhang of Wen County was rushing over with a large number of soldiers armed with live ammunition.

(End of this chapter)