My Taoist priest, why are they all zombie skills?

Chapter 42 My husband is not an ordinary person!
The sky is clear and the sky is full of clouds, and the flying cranes are screaming.

The seven main peaks and the twelve side peaks of Shushan Mountain are as peaceful and quiet as usual, surrounded by clouds and mist, showing awe-inspiring righteousness.

Shen Yi's figure appeared at the foot of Misty Peak, and kept rushing towards the top of the mountain.

He was holding an exquisite and small gourd bottle, which contained a total of twenty pills, which were refined from Xingshenhua.

After more than half a month, Shushan is a bit special today.

A large number of disciples walked with their swords among the fairy peaks, and they could vaguely hear their conversations, all discussing a big event called the Lun Dao Conference.

Shen Yi had heard about this matter a long time ago, and it was probably because the well-known and upright families in Yuanyangzhou gathered together to exchange ideas.

Shushan belongs to the school of Jianzong, Qingyun Temple belongs to the school of Taoism, there are also Buddhist temples and temples, folk schools of exorcising evil spirits and demons, etc.

Different from other intercontinents, the biggest feature of Yuanyangzhou is to subdue demons and slay demons, so there are many factions. They believe that as long as they add merit and virtue and eliminate harm for the people, their own luck will descend from the sky.

As for the very difficult road to immortality, on the contrary, he is not so persistent.

The whispers that came from mid-air were all heard in Shen Yi's ears at this moment.

"Today is the fourth day of the Dao Discussion, and our Shushan retreated steadily. It is really not as good as before."

"The main reason is that the inheritance disciples of the four main peaks were defeated one after another, and they were completely powerless in front of the Fenyin Temple and the Taoxian Temple."

"Hey, I heard that Chaotianque's inheritance disciples are about to lose. If this continues, the resource allocation for the next ten years will be readjusted."

……

Hearing these words, Shen Yi couldn't help but fell into a little thought.

Discussions without any benefits are naturally meaningless, so the famous and decent families in Yuanyangzhou added a bet.

The cost is ten years of resource allocation, readjusted by the results of the discussion.

After all, there are only so many resources in Yuanyangzhou, and it is impossible for them to be like demons, fighting for life and death for cultivation, and blood flowed like rivers.

Over time, this became a rule.

Shen Yi didn't think too much, and soon came to the top of Misty Peak, and saw a huge terrace built, gathering a large number of disciples from Shu Mountain, as well as experts from other sects.

He saw his wife sitting on the sidelines, very embarrassed and uneasy, as if she was going to play soon.

"Husband?"

Li Youwei recognized Shen Yi from the crowd at a glance, and immediately looked pleasantly surprised, but soon thought of today's occasion, and did not rush over immediately.

Shen Yi nodded with a smile, expressing a good performance with his eyes.

"Master Shen."

At this moment, a young disciple stepped aside and bowed respectfully.

As the last successor of Qingyun Temple, most of Shushan's disciples have heard about the events of those years, and they respect Shen Yi very much.

After all, in their eyes, a Taoist temple was massacred, leaving only the last orphan. No matter how you look at it, Shen Yi is a hero.

"How's the situation?" Shen Yi asked.

That disciple had a sad face: "Hey, it's almost the same as a few days ago. The Buddhist disciples in Fenyin Temple are very powerful. They are already arhats at a young age. No one in Shushan can compete with them."

He shook his head, frustrated.

Shen Yi immediately looked towards the balcony, only to see a young man full of righteousness, wearing the temple robe of Fenyin Temple, with lightning flashes in his eyes.

With the imprint in his palm, in just half a stick of incense, he pulled out a demon from the demon lock tower, completely superseding it without even leaving a trace.

Looking at Chao Tianque's inheritance disciples, the sword qi danced wildly. Although the goal was also achieved, there was a big gap in the timing and the use of spells.

The results are obvious, the disciples of Fenyin Temple are even better.

"Brother Qingyu is well-educated, and I am willing to bow down."

As the regretful words of admitting defeat fell, boos immediately erupted from the entire venue, and all Shushan disciples, including the elders and others, looked ugly at the moment, as if they were sitting on pins and needles.

"Ver, let's go."

The fairy mother-in-law has recovered most of her injuries, and she didn't open her eyes, as if she had expected the ending.

Li Youwei sighed inwardly, got up and went to the terrace.

The Buddhist disciple of Fenyin Temple was named Chen Qingyu, and he bowed his hands slightly at this moment. After defeating seven inheritance disciples one after another, he did not see the slightest bit of complacency on his face, as calm as water without ripples.

"The benefactor first please."

Li Youwei took a deep breath, with a very serious expression on her face, holding the sword and slowly running the Shushan Sword Art.

This level of competition is aimed at the experience of Taoism, the degree of experience in subduing demons, and the degree of comprehension of sword tactics.

There was only a shimmer of light shining, exuding a milky white fairy halo, and contained traces of pure sword intent, completely invisible flaws and mottled.

Many Shushan disciples in the stands immediately showed excitement and fanaticism, and even the fairy mother-in-law couldn't help opening her eyes, and the corners of her mouth showed relief.

"Pure sword intent? This woman has a high-level Taoist heart. Even if evil spirits disturb her mind, she may not be able to succeed. There is such a person in Shushan?"

Shocking words resounded from the Fenyin Temple, Taoxian Temple and many other decent sects, and the venue was instantly agitated.

Unexpectedly, there was only a bang.

Li Youwei's saber fell to the ground, her face was a little pale, her sea of ​​consciousness was chaotic and unstable, it was obvious that she hadn't healed from the injury last time.

When the saber fell, it immediately attracted everyone's hearts.

Shen Yi clenched the gourd bottle in his hand, wishing he could rush up to support his wife immediately.

The Shushan disciples sighed angrily, beat their chests and stamped their feet.

Finally saw a glimmer of light, but failed.

"You can't even hold your sword firmly, so what kind of heart do you have?"

Chen Qingyu on the opposite side looked calm, and said a word softly.

His appearance of not being able to arouse the slightest emotion in everything is very disgusting in the eyes of many Shushan disciples.

What are you pretending to be?
"Feel sorry."

Li Youwei picked up the sword again, biting her lips lightly, trying to gather the sword intent again.

"Aptitude is good, but you have already set foot in the world of mortals at your age, and you are destined to have a short journey in the future. I advise you to cut off your emotions and desires as soon as possible, so as not to be dragged down by ordinary people."

Chen Qingyu spoke one after another, which made Li Youwei startled slightly.

The meaning inside and outside the words is clearly aimed at his husband.

It must be that when Shen Yi arrived earlier, Chen Qingyu heard those words and knew that the man standing below was Li Youwei's husband.

"My husband is not an ordinary person, he is a Taoist priest of Qingyun Temple and a hero who defends the common people." Li Youwei retorted through gritted teeth.

Husband encountered a catastrophe in Qingyun, he was already a fateful person, she did not allow anyone to insult her with words.

"Really? Then he not only dragged you down, but also tarnished the Taoist priest."

Chen Qingyu's plain words fell, and the palms of the palms joined together. The moment the formula was condensed, a ray of bright light bloomed on the forehead.

That is really a... virtuous golden lotus!
The entire Misty Peak fell silent for an instant, and after a moment of silence, an unprecedented commotion erupted.

Everyone got up and looked at Chen Qingyu's forehead in disbelief, the dazzling golden lotus of merit.

The fairy mother-in-law was even more short of breath, and couldn't believe what she saw.

This young Buddhist disciple has already possessed such great luck, and has condensed a golden lotus of merit?

Is this because he saved the common people in his previous life? !

(End of this chapter)