The world of Taoism

Chapter 407 The Ascetic

clack clack...

There was a sound of shell breaking, and everyone turned their heads to see that the earth shell on the statue's exterior suddenly shattered.

"what is this!"

Everyone was surprised to find that some white hairs grew out of the cracks.

And it's getting longer and longer, and it's still growing.

"It's hairy!"

The people around exclaimed, this was the first time they had seen such a strange sight.

It doesn't take a brain to know that this should be weird.

"Don't panic! Afraid of a hammer!" Zhu Xinglie stood up, holding the formula in his hand, and a thunder light appeared faintly in his hand.

After Zhu Xinglie stood up, the people around finally calmed down.

Everyone started to prepare their spells. Seeing the strange scene in front of them, everyone didn't have to doubt that there must be demons and ghosts making trouble.

Zhu Xinglie walked forward slowly, his spells ready to go.

One command is all it takes to reduce this house to ashes.

Even after Zhu Xinglie became the county magistrate, he did not give up the practice of magic.

He was not willing to be an ordinary official, but took the initiative to fight with demons and ghosts every time.

The strength is getting stronger and stronger, and now it has reached the bardo stage.

But for some reason, after reaching this realm, his own strength stagnated a bit.

So recently I have been looking for traces of ghosts and ghosts outside, and I want to gain strength by fighting.

clack clack...

A series of sounds of objects falling to the ground sounded, and the shell of the statue fell to pieces on the ground, and the true appearance of the statue appeared in front of everyone.

"It's really a corpse." Zhu Xinglie muttered to himself, with an unconcealed look of shock in his eyes.

This is a very thin old man.

Due to the lack of moisture, it has turned into a yellow-brown mummy.

Sitting cross-legged, a strange handprint is formed in the hands, and the palms are clasped together, as if holding something,
But the eyebrows are vivid, the eyes are closed, and the expression is serene.

It's just that the white hair all over the body looks a little scary, the white hair has already covered the old man's whole body.

"Go!"

Zhu Xinglie yelled loudly, and a beam of thunder shot out from his hand, and instantly landed on the old man's body.

Colorful spells flew over from behind and hit the old man directly.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the whole room suddenly exploded.

Under the powerful magic power, the ruined temple suddenly disappeared, and a huge pit appeared on the spot.

There are various spell remnants at the bottom of the big pit, but there is one thing in the middle that attracts everyone's attention.

That's right, it was the mummy just now.

The corpse looked thin, but it was extremely hard.

No matter what kind of spells fell on it, there was still no scar, and it was still the same.

The white hair on his body is growing slowly, and now it has grown to three inches, like a thick wool blanket wrapping the old man's body.

Other than that, nothing weird happened, it was still the same as before.

"Keep going, don't stop." Zhu Xinglie frowned, and then gave orders to other people around him.

boom boom boom boom...

Under a series of thunder and fire attacks, this white-haired mummy was scattered, and in the end there was not even a dregs left.

Seeing this, Zhu Xinglie was relieved, at least it wasn't something difficult to deal with, it was just a false alarm.

Not long after Zhou Xuancai handed over this position to Zhu Xinglie, he didn't want to mess it up.

"I seem to have seen this thing before." A refined middle-aged man next to Zhu Xinglie said.

"What?" Zhu Xinglie turned his head and asked.

"I remember that there is a kind of cultivator whose dress is similar to this corpse. It seems to be called "monk" or "ascetic monk"." The middle-aged man said.

"Monk? What is that?"

"It's a kind of practitioner. They focus on spiritual cultivation, oppose pleasure, advocate hardship, and use various extreme methods to exercise perseverance. It is said that people who practice to a certain level will naturally give birth to supernatural powers, and there is no need to learn other spells at all."

The legend of the monk is still known to middle-aged people in an ancient book.

Legend has it that monks are aliens, coming from the far west of Tianzhu.

Around the time of the Han Dynasty, an ascetic monk came from Tianzhu thousands of miles away barefoot.

After cutting the thorns and exposing the frost, he walked thousands of miles, and after 10 years, encountered countless monsters and ghosts, before he came to this legendary eastern land.

The moment the ascetic monk came to the big man, it caused a sensation.

People were amazed at the perseverance and bravery of this ascetic monk, and even the emperor summoned this guy himself.

This person calls himself an ascetic or monk.

Find your own way through this approach that is close to masochistic.

In more than ten years, he traveled to every corner he could find, looking for the place where his soul rested.

Some ascetics will use extreme methods to make themselves feel pain, such as fasting, lying on a bed full of nails, walking on hot charcoal, eating leaves, and drinking rainwater.

While suffering, he recited ancient scriptures to complete his practice.

"Are they all poor people?" the subordinate couldn't help asking.

Only poor people have this kind of perseverance, otherwise how can they bear this kind of suffering.

"No, there are indeed poor people among the ascetic monks, but there are also some rich people. It is said that the ascetic monk who came to the Han Dynasty was a prince of a small country."

The ascetic monk called himself the prince of a small country in the west, and enjoyed glory and wealth since he was born.

It was simply born with a golden key in his mouth, rich in clothes and fine food, one person under one person and above ten thousand people.

When he became an adult, his father was afraid that he would be lonely, so he even took hundreds of wives for this ascetic monk.

"Hundreds of wives? Damn... I wish I had two." A fat man with big ears said.

Zhou Xuan's promotion of the Shenxiao Tianzun Temple was not to create a new class of masters.

Under his rule, everyone has the opportunity to become a member of Shenxiao Tianzun Temple.

And all the gods and heavenly temples, regardless of their position, have to pay taxes. The way of paying taxes is the same as that of ordinary civilians, and there is no special privilege

So whether they have a wife or not depends on their personal strength. If they are found to use their power to do bad things, they will probably go to the underworld.

After the episode, the middle-aged man said again: "But the ascetic monk was not interested in all of this. Later, when he was 18 years old, he resolutely ran away from home, gave up his glory, wealth, good wife and beautiful family, and searched for a spiritual journey alone."

"This……"

"I'm afraid I'm not a fool..."

Hearing what the middle-aged man said, everyone also admired these so-called ascetic monks.

It is simply unimaginable for ordinary people to give up the glory and wealth and enjoy this kind of masochistic life.

And this is not just a whim, I heard from the middle-aged man that this guy has persisted for more than ten years.

For more than ten years, he never returned to his homeland to become a prince, nor did he succeed to the throne.

Instead, he chose to embark on the path of an ascetic who is worse than a beggar.

"Not only you, but the Emperor of Han also admired this way of cultivation, so he presented him with a manor."

"Doesn't he not want to be rich and famous?" Everyone asked doubtfully.

"Yes, he gave all the manor given to him by the emperor to the homeless homeless, and distributed all the rewarded silver to the poor. After that, this man and his followers disappeared."

The deeds of this ascetic monk gave everyone a great shock. They did not expect that there would be such a person in the world.

Not for fame and wealth, not for the beauty of the car, just for the sake of suffering.

"Now he has cultivated the Dao, right?"

The elegant middle-aged man shook his head and said: "I have found relevant information. The ascetic monk does not practice any path, but simply suffers and seeks spiritual relief. If the guess is correct, this guy should have died a long time ago."

Ascetic monks are very interesting, and it is not resistance when they encounter demons and ghosts.

Instead, he resigned himself to fate, and died when he died, proving that he could not pass this level.

The reason why this ascetic monk survived encountering so many monsters and ghosts may be that his body smells so bad that even monsters don't want to eat them.

According to historical records, the ascetic monk was unkempt, covered with scars, his black clothes were covered with dirt, and he dripped foul-smelling acid water from time to time. Within a radius of ten feet, people could smell the stench from his body.

If you get any closer, you might be fainted from the smoke.

It is estimated that this is also the reason why the monster let him go.

While everyone was chatting, the surroundings became quiet unconsciously.

It was late at night, and even if there was no one there, there would be the sound of mosquitoes chirping around.

But now, now it's extremely quiet, without any sign of trouble.

"Be careful." Zhu Xinglie frowned when he saw this, and saw something wrong with his eyes.

This scene was so weird that everyone couldn't help but be wary.

clack clack...

The surrounding windows were flapped by the wind.

The shadows of the trees outside the ruined temple were projected onto the windows, like pairs of ghosts and ghosts slapping on the windows.

Boom!

Zhu Xinglie took a step forward, waved his hand and shot out a bolt of lightning.

Thunder and lightning broke out of the window and hit a black shadow outside hard.

The black shadow seemed to let out a scream, and then disappeared.

"Who?" Zhu Xinglie didn't relax his vigilance, but shouted out the window.

While speaking, lightning kept flying out of his hand.

The powerful thunder and lightning smashed the woods outside the window into pieces, but there was still no sign of the mysterious man.

No need to think about it, the mysterious person outside the window must be the white lady just now.

The ascetic monk should have appeared here before, maybe it was the corpse of the ascetic monk back then. Because he was loved by everyone, his corpse was made into a statue and worshiped by everyone.

As time passed, it gradually turned into a monster.

This is what everyone guessed, it should be almost the same,
There are more and more black shadows outside the window, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

No matter what spells they cast, they couldn't hurt the black shadow in the slightest.

Zhu Xinglie was actually a little tired after releasing so many Leifa.

Those who were awarded the Taishang Shenxiao dharma had the opportunity to learn the spells that Zhou Xuan knew.

But these spells still depend on the individual's ability to understand them. Generally, they can't practice as comprehensively as Zhou Xuan. For example, people like Zhu Xinglie are better at cultivating lightning spells.

So the most powerful spell is only thunder, and no other spells are released.

Whoa!

The door suddenly burst open, and a black shadow flew up.

This is a mummy covered with white hair.

At this moment, the mummy opened its cloudy eyes.

An old and ferocious face stared at everyone.

He was suspended in the air cross-legged, and flew towards everyone at a high speed.

The hoarse voice chanted an incomprehensible spell.

It sounds like an outsider accent.

But the appearance of this old man does not look like a person from outside the territory, but the appearance of a person. From this, it can be seen that he should not be the famous ascetic monk back then, but should be his follower.

The moment everyone heard the voice, they all felt tight in their chests, their heads were dizzy, and they couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north, east, and west, and a sense of nausea hit their hearts.

Everyone came back to their senses and found that they were already in another world.

This is a vast bamboo forest.

The breeze blows, the bamboo leaves rustle, and the undulating bamboo leaves are like waves.

An old man in linen robes, with a white beard and a thin face stood beside the bamboo forest.

The appearance of this old man is similar to that of the old man just now, a bit like a mummy resurrected.

At this time, he no longer had the white hair all over his body, and his whole person looked kind and peaceful.

"Who are you?" Zhu Xinglie stood above the bamboo forest, looking at the old man in front of him warily.

The old man didn't answer, but reached into his arms and took out a bronze mask.

The bronze mask is engraved with simple and old patterns.

This bronze mask gives people a very weird feeling. First of all, the eyes are very large and narrow.The nose and ears are very large.

Since the carving of the bronze mask is very rigid, the face looks even less human.

The old man put on the bronze mask, and at some point in his hand, a golden scepter studded with colorful gemstones appeared.

The moment these two treasures appeared, the scene changed again.

Everyone seemed to have come to an ancient tomb.

The walls of the ancient tomb are inlaid with jade night pearls.

The lights in the entire tomb are brilliant and incomparably gorgeous.

Everyone is in a forest.

This forest is not an ordinary tree, but some very gorgeous bronze trees.

The bronze tree is very delicately carved, with dense patterns painted on it.

"Who are you?" Zhu Xinglie asked.

The old man turned around upon hearing this, startling everyone.

The whole mask seemed to come alive, with a pair of weird big eyes staring at everyone.

The moment they were seen by the mask, everyone collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The old man let out an evil cry, and walked slowly to the crowd.

"All those who are facing the battle are marching forward! Dawei Tianlong!"

The golden dragon swooped down from the sky with a roar, and the nine characters pressed down like Mount Tai.

"Dawei Tianlong!"

There was another shout, and another dragon came down to earth.

With the momentum of double dragons playing with pearls, he slammed into the old man hard.

"what………………"

The old man let out a scream, and then uttered a series of curses.

The eyeballs of the bronze mask suddenly protruded violently, like two pillars.

The surrounding bronze trees vibrated violently, growing crazily, producing bronze branches one by one.

But before he could make a move, the two dragons broke through the bronze tree and hit the old man again, this time killing him to ashes.

The illusion dissipated, and there were two people standing next to the fallen people, one was Meng Jingyu, and the other was Zhou Xuan.

(End of this chapter)