What kind of Journey to the West is this?

Gui Linggao said bewilderedly, "Tianguan, isn't swallowing gold and wearing jade the practice of Qigong practitioners? I heard that when one reaches a deep level of cultivation, one becomes a person of golden flesh and jade bones, invulnerable to water and fire, and unharmed by weapons. Don't monks want to live in seclusion? Why would they practice such a method?"

Yan Xia laughed and said, "He swallowed gold and jade, but he didn't nourish his own muscles and bones."

This old turtle didn't know what he was talking about.

While the fight was going on over there, two donkeys suddenly came into everyone's sight.

It turned out to be Jiuzhongzi and Zongyuan.

The young Taoist priest Zong Yuan had just arrived and was almost frightened. Then he heard a loud and powerful shout amidst the Buddhist chants:

"The wind rises from the Heavenly Gate. Thunder roars and shakes the palace. Flowing golden fire bells. A charge sounds from the southwest. Command the Thunder God to gather the thunderbolts, destroying the mountains and hills, exterminating the demons and bringing peace to the people. Hurry and command as fast as the Flowing Golden Fire Bells of the Danxiao Heaven!"

A talisman with red and red cloud characters flew out of the wine cup boy's hand, flew into the air and turned into ashes.

Rumble!

There was a muffled thunder in the sky.

Rumble!

Another sound!

Bai Zhu took a breath and shouted, "Scatter!"

The soldiers around were sent flying backwards.

Six-armed Jing Qing's eyes were indifferent, and a faint golden light emanated from his chest. He looked up.

A bolt of lightning as thick as a man's embrace suddenly fell!

Dong Huang suddenly received a jade talisman: Chapter 165 [Unification in Wuhe Mountain]

Rumble!

Lightning flashed in the air, exploding into silver flowers and flaming trees.

The two teams of soldiers were the first to react. A cold wind shrouded them, and they flew backwards more than ten meters as if they had wings on their heels.

Bai Zhu retreated several steps, but she couldn't fly, so she couldn't go too far.

She took a breath and suddenly felt something soft behind her. She cried out softly and was hugged by Yan Xia around the waist.

Rumble!

——Lightning strikes the ground.

Hu Asi captured the catfish monster, and the two brave generals escorted Wu Baishou, and they all came to watch.

All I saw was a flash of lightning, and then the world became bright.

First I became blind, then deaf, and my head was buzzing. When I finally managed to see things, the world was spinning around me, and I couldn't tell east from west, south from north.

Everyone paused for a long time, secretly frightened by this thunder technique.

Bai Zhu was being held by his young lady, feeling a little embarrassed. He stood up and asked, "Is he dead?"

Yan Xia said, "I'm afraid not yet."

Over there, Monk Jingqing turned into a charcoal-like black man, and his six arms stopped moving at the same time.

The old monk opened his mouth, exhaled, and his body quickly shrank, leaving only a black skin bag.

Bai Zhu frowned and asked, "What kind of evil magic is this?"

Yanxia and Jiuzhongzi said at the same time: "Shelling and revealing technique."

Upon hearing this, the old city god was immediately startled and muttered, "Isn't the Zen master of Qinglong Temple practicing the way of the Great Awakening Golden Immortal? How could he know such a method..."

The little demon beside him was confused. He ran to Hu Asi's feet and asked in a low voice, "My lord, what is this shedding and revealing technique?"

"You, I..." Hu Ah Si was speechless. Seeing everyone tense, he lowered his voice and said, "That's the method used after the Yin Spirit is cultivated. Don't you read those storybooks? The ones about sorcerers taking over other people's bodies are all about that method."

The little monsters suddenly understood.

The old city god said with a sympathetic heart, "It seems that Zen Master Jingqing has been killed."

"What exactly is going on? We'll have to go to Qinglong Temple to find out." Yan Xia didn't deny this possibility. She looked at the old City God and said, "Can the two hundred ghost soldiers under the City God Mountain still move?"

Even the City God didn't dare to excuse Qinglong Temple at this moment, and immediately said, "It's all up to the Heavenly Official to decide."

At this moment, light dark clouds filled the western sky and climbed up the snow-capped mountains.

No one was paying attention to the weather, so Yan Xia asked Bai Zhu to bring the two little monks over.

The two little monks had just seen the soldiers surrounding and killing Monk Jingqing, and also saw thunder descending. They were now trembling with fear, their faces pale.

The cold wind blew, and it was the girl's voice.

"Abbot Jingming sent you here, do you have anything to tell me?"

The two monks, Yuanzhen and Yuanwu, trembled fearfully and said, "We have no message. The abbot only told us to leave the temple and never return."

Yan Xia nodded, "Okay. I understand what he means. For the sake of Qinglong Temple, a century-old jungle temple, you two can leave."

The two young monks Yuanzhen and Yuanwu were confused.

The old City God sighed and asked Judge Wen to take the two young monks to the City God's Mansion first.

The old man, Jiuzhongzi, remained silent for a long time. At this moment, he sighed softly and said, "It seems that Monk Jingming has made up his mind to die."

As he spoke, he held a golden talisman in his hand.

The dark clouds in the west had already obscured the red sun overhead and were rolling towards Huilong Peak.

It looked like dark clouds, but when you got closer, you realized it was a dark wind stirred up by the demon, but it was so thick that it was visible to the naked eye.

There were a total of three hundred ferocious ghosts, all wearing armor made of Xiang and Chu dragons and swords forged from Shoushan copper. They had cold eyes on their faces. They were the so-called "Six Cave Heavenly Demons", the various armies that surrendered to the Yanhuang during the struggle for supremacy in the Central Plains in ancient times, and they were eager to devour them alive.

The Three Hundred and Sixty Cave Demons raised a large flag - the front was a pitch-black flag, and the back was the totem of the Jiuli clan.

If an ordinary person encounters this, he will be seriously ill for three days with a persistent cough. If he encounters it, the lungs will be chilled and hot, with pain like a broken bone, which is incurable by medicine.

........................

Snowing.

The sun was shining brightly and the sky was scorching with fiery clouds.

But unexpectedly, the red clouds turned into snow.

The cold wind whistled over the upturned eaves of the main hall of Qinglong Temple, blowing up the snow on the roof.

Snowflakes fell heavily.

Under the eaves, Abbot Jingming reached out to catch it, and the hexagonal snowflakes disappeared in his palm in an instant.

Huang Shanhe came out from the corner and said with a smile, "Watching the snow at sunset, what a refined pleasure!"

Monk Jingming said, "Jingqing is dead."

"If he's not dead, then he's still alive, isn't he?"

Huang Shanhe smiled and pointed, and saw that in the main hall, on the left side of the golden statue of Sakyamuni, there was a ferocious statue of Vajra Yaksha Mingwang guarding it.

Monk Jingming remained silent.

Huang Shanhe raised his eyebrows and asked, "It's too late to regret now."

Monk Jingming closed his eyes and sighed, "I never imagined the situation would develop to this point. I originally only intended to rob Xuanhe Zhenren of his reincarnation decree... but I never expected that I would now be forced to side with you evil demons."

The white-shirted scholar in front of him looked at him coldly.

"The abbot is too arrogant. He thinks too highly of himself and underestimates others."

"But at this point, there's no turning back! I've already counted the monks and soldiers, arranged the Flame Mouth Ceremony, and the golden statue in the temple is ready to open its eyes at any time. Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, satisfied! I have also released two hundred evil spirits to guard the key points. Abbot, there is no need to panic too much. Once we transfer the confidential treasures, you can leave Cangzhou with us."

"Yes. The three hundred monks in the temple have been training for many days."

Huang Shanhe said, "Let the kitchen provide some fat, wine and meat. We will have a tough battle tomorrow."

Monk Jingming clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and said, "Discipline is still paramount."

"Hahaha!"

Huang Shanhe smiled, turned around and left.

A man in a Confucian robe disappeared in the vast snow.

The snow is getting heavier.

Monk Jingming was covered in snow. He turned around and walked into the main hall, kneeling in front of the golden statue of Sakyamuni.

The dim oil lamp swayed, stretching Monk Jingming's shadow extremely long.

The shadow fell in front of the Vajra Yaksha statue.

An echo echoed from the hall: "Brother, what are you thinking?"

Monk Jingming was stunned. He looked up at Vajra Yaksha and said, "Junior brother, are you still awake?"

"It took three quarters of an hour. I refined my soul into a Yaksha. Although I have transformed into a Mingwang, my primordial spirit has disappeared and my essence has been lost. Only the consciousness remains in the body and a bit of the true spirit in the Buddha statue. Now that the body has been destroyed, the consciousness has returned for a moment, a last glimmer of light. My primordial spirit is gone, and in three quarters of an hour, it will dissipate."

"I see......."

Monk Jingming turned his head to look at the golden statue of Sakyamuni and clenched the glass staff in his hand.

"Back then, we couldn't tell the difference between rich and poor. Later, we couldn't tell the difference between life and death. Now, we can't even tell good from evil, right from wrong. It's bizarre. It's really like what people say: old age is muddled."

He looked at the glass staff, which was given to him by Zen Master Puzhi.

Master Puzhi told him: "Precious glass has the light of wisdom, courage and enlightenment." Since he took over the glass Zen staff, he encountered three difficulties.

But whenever he picked up the glazed Zen staff, everything went smoothly for him. No matter how difficult the situation was, he could get through it smoothly.

He truly believed that this was the blessing of Zen Master Puzhi's spirit in heaven, and that this glass Zen staff had great blessings and could turn things around.

Monk Jingming placed his Zen staff next to the golden statue of Sakyamuni.

Kowtow three times.

Outside the hall, the wind and snow were howling.

It was getting darker.

Dong Huang suddenly sent a jade talisman: Chapter 166 [Heavy snow, felled mountains and destroyed temples!]

——Right now.

More than ten miles east of Cangzhou City, a team was slowly moving forward carrying weapons.

In front were two tall horses, on the left was a young man wrapped in a sable fur coat, and on the right was Su Dingfang in armor.

Behind the two men, two flags fluttered in the wind.

The wind was biting, and the sharp whistling sound swept up the snow on Maliu Mountain, and it fell heavily on the clothes of the soldiers.

It was just cold, so Su Dingfang specifically asked his fellow villagers to wear thick clothes this time, but what was more annoying was the snow on the road and the disappearance of the stars and the moon.

There was snow on the ground, making it difficult to walk. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, covering the moon and making everything dark.

In such bad weather, let alone fighting, he was afraid that the young men in the team would not be able to withstand the cold and run away in the middle of the night.

He was staring around when he heard the young man beside him, dressed in brocade and mink fur, say, "It's snowing heavily! Is there really a cult demon in Maliu Mountain?"

Su Dingfang shrugged, "I've already verified this with the governor, and it's true."

"If there really is a demon, why wouldn't General Zheng of Cangzhou intervene? This is a great achievement!"

"I'm not sure about that. Maybe General Zheng sees that I have a bright future and wants to give me an opportunity, hahahaha!"

Su Dingfang laughed a few times and did not mention at all the incident that day when a sorcerer girl interfered.

When they arrived at a dilapidated mountain temple, Su Dingfang immediately asked everyone to rest first.

"Get off the horse! Get off the horse! Let's go to the temple ahead and light a fire and rest for a while! Wait until the wind dies down before going on!"

Just as the group was forced to stop because of the wind and snow, the branches of the trees in the distance were shaking.

--rustle.

--rustle.