What kind of Journey to the West is this?

A small sword actually flew out from the tip of the tongue. The small sword was very sharp and specifically targeted the flaws of the Minotaur. It flew through the air in the blink of an eye.

Yanxia's heart skipped a beat.

Monk Daoming walked over a few steps and chopped down with a palm knife, breaking the golden light.

He said cautiously, "This Monk Jingqing is a little strange."

Yan Xia was nearly ambushed. At this moment, she patted her chest and vented her anger, cursing, "You're such a sneak attack, you bald donkey!"

She pinched the golden talisman in her hand and shouted again: "You don't have the ability to treat us to a meal, but you actually attacked us!"

The girl was shouting here, and there were slow footsteps behind her.

A pair of boots stepped on the snow.

clap clap clap!

Huang Shanhe clapped his hands and approached from behind, smiling, "Just as I expected, Monk Daoming and you have stormed in. An Bazui is like a turtle caught in a jar at Wuhe Mountain, the one who catches it. Have you ever imagined that one day you would become a giant turtle?"

Seventy or eighty yaksha ghosts gathered around, squatting on trees, lying in the grass, lying on the top of towers, hiding in wells, and now they all poked their heads out.

Monk Daoming sighed.

What's going on? The enemies keep coming one after another. If this continues, there's no chance of us going all the way to Huanglong.

He and An Yanxia alone would never be able to kill Monk Jingming under the siege of these Yaksha monks and Monk Jingqing.

He gave a wry smile and asked in a low voice, "Do we need to withdraw?"

Yan Xia sent him a message, "Don't worry, I'll first test what's going on with Monk Jing Qing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Xia threw out two bronze maces.

The male and female maces were sharpened at each section, one in front and one behind, and with a few clangs they cut through the air and headed straight for the Huangshan Crane's head.

Huang Shanhe was startled, thinking that the demon was coming towards him, and hurriedly asked the Yaksha ghost to protect him.

On the other side, Zen Master Jingqing took a step forward and was about to kill An Yanxia, but was pushed away by an elbow from Monk Daoming.

Huang Shanhe wanted to escape, but before he turned around, the bronze mace in the air suddenly made a big turn, flew into the air, and smashed towards Monk Jingqing's head again.

Boom! !

The two maces hit the left and right shoulders respectively, and there was a sound of metal clashing.

Monk Jingqing groaned and spat out a mouthful of golden sand.

Huang Shanhe said in shock: "Why is it the sword-controlling technique?!"

Over there, Yanxia watched Monk Jingqing exhale golden sand and suddenly said, "The Mantra of Rebirth on the Other Shore! So you are no longer human!"

When she looked at it, she realized that it had become a silicon-based creature!

After finding out the details, the girl touched her butt, took out a golden talisman, and a cluster of flames lit up at her fingertips.

He immediately burned the talisman and began to practice thunder magic.

This is the heavenly thunder from the Jade Palace of the Divine Thunder Department. It is borrowed from the magical power of the Nine-Heaven Thunder Yingyuan Puhua Tianzun. It is extremely yang and strong.

Before the thunderclouds gathered, Huang Shanhe's face was constipated.

The Yakshas under his command are all of Yin nature, and they would probably evaporate in an instant if they encountered this thunderbolt.

Yan Xia clapped her hands and said casually, "You two, the Dharma protectors and monks, you don't have to see me off!"

"Old Master, let's go first. We'll meet again someday."

As he walked, clouds and mist rose from the smoke and summer, and Monk Daoming also walked into the air and fled for several miles.

Not long after the two left, thunder descended over the Qinglong Temple.

Yanxia didn't care about the beating but about the burial. She followed the clouds and landed at Yaowang Temple, where she rested in a wing room.

After a while, Xue Shier learned that she had returned and came to the room to find her.

There is a crow sitting on the cat's shoulder.

Yan Xia felt it was unlucky and pointed, "Ao Erya, can't you change to something more auspicious?"

The crow opened its mouth and cackled, "Taoist! I'm here to tell you about a death! Monks are hard to deal with, aren't they?"

Yanxia grabbed the crow's mouth.

Ao Erya hummed and hummed and suddenly turned back to her original form, only to see Yan Xia's left hand pressing on her buttocks.

Lift up the hem of the skirt and the soft and elastic buttocks will be exposed.

——Ao Shuangtong doesn’t wear underwear.

Yan Xia withdrew her hand, feeling it was outrageous, "Are you talking with your butt?"

Ao Erya was not ashamed and asked, "What else can I do? Do I have to use my brain to speak?"

Also.

"I won't waste my time on you. The monks at Qinglong Temple are truly treacherous and cunning. They even spared no one but themselves. The head monk at their temple used the mantra of the other shore to pull out his own soul and stuffed it into the guardian vajra statue."

The Mantra of Rebirth in the Other Shore. When Xue Shier heard the name, he felt a little nervous.

When An Yanxia wanted to ripen the six-leaf flower, she also used this method.

Ao Erya looked up and asked, "The Pure Land Sect doesn't know any mechanical tricks. Stuffing the soul into a Buddha statue will only result in eternal damnation. What's the point of this?"

Yan Xia said, "I used the Qigong practitioner's method of swallowing gold and consuming jade to refine myself, transforming myself into something similar to a golden body. But after all, it's not a true golden body, and it can't open up a Dharma realm."

"A new approach!" Ao Erya's eyes lit up and she praised, "This is much quicker than the Pure Land Sect's Golden Body Dharma Pure Land Dojo, but it's a bit expensive and requires a lot of monks."

"No wonder you and Monk Daoming couldn't break in even when you joined forces. Were you blocked by this quickly created golden Buddha?!"

Yan Xia took two steps forward, placed her left hand on the shoulder of the mixed-haired girl, and hooked her right hand around Xue Shi'er's neck. She quietly asked, "So I need your help."

"I'll listen to you."

"Interesting, you say."

"Now that the Pure Land Dharma Realm has been opened, Monk Jingming is probably controlling his golden body and has no time to take care of anything else." Yan Xia's eyes rolled.

When she first possessed the Minotaur, she had to devote herself to it, just like driving a mecha. The moment she thought about it, her form would go out of control.

The Dharma image born from her heart is so difficult to control, so it is naturally even more difficult for Monk Jingming to control the golden Dharma image transformed by thousands of incense sticks and vows.

Monk Jingming has been reciting the Diamond Sutra, and his purpose is nothing more than this: to purify his mind so that he can control the golden body, this super mecha.

Since he has no time to take care of other things, there is a lot he can do.

"Snow Lion, teach me the transformation technique."

Xue Shi'er hesitated for a moment and chanted a spell as Yan Xia requested.

The young girl transformed into a young monk with red lips and white teeth. She clasped her hands together and said, "I am Yuanzhen, a humble monk. I am honored to meet you, Junior Brother Yuanwu and Master Jingqing."

Dong Huang suddenly received a jade talisman: Chapter 170 [Three Clever Ghosts]

After a night's rest, Yanxia had some midnight snacks and fell asleep holding Xue Shier.

The next morning, she got up early and looked eastward at the rising sun, which was emitting purple air.

A few clouds fell outside the east side of Yaowang Temple, and Jiuzhongzi came over in a hurry, still about the matter of Qinglong Temple.

"Fellow Daoist! Would you like to have some breakfast?" Yan Xia was warm and hospitable.

Jiuzhongzi's face was filled with rage. "You're so carefree! The situation over at Maliu Mountain is a complete mess!"

Yan Xia didn't take it seriously. She took out a peach, wiped it, and took a bite. She said, "The world is big, but eating is the most important thing. How can we fight without eating enough?"

"The Pure Land of Qinglong Temple is as solid as a rock."

"There are always more solutions than problems!" Yan Xia said casually, "Nothing is difficult in this world as long as you are willing to climb."

"Even the thunder talismans of the Divine Sky Palace can't do anything! That Pure Land is not immune to hardship."

"Then try another method. If hard tactics don't work, try soft tactics."

Yanxia spit out a peach pit. Today's peaches are soft. It may be because Monkey Forest is grown off-season due to the geothermal heat from the hot springs. They are not as crisp as those in summer and autumn.

But it also has a different flavor.

"I'll go call Xue Shi'er over. Let's fly first and then go to Qinglong Temple."

Jiuzhongzi said doubtfully, "That cat has some magical powers, but if it goes deep into the Azure Dragon Temple, I'm afraid it won't come back. The Thunder Department doesn't have many Heavenly Talismans left."

"I have a plan in mind."

"Well."

The wine cup rose into the clouds and went to Maliu Mountain again.

Yanxia rolled over into the yard, and a crow flew down from the roof and landed on her shoulder.

Ao Erya muttered, "You are an alien. Those monks and Taoists all have sad faces, but you are so good, you don't feel sad at all."

Yan Xia jokingly asked, "Who named Fan Chi?"

"Confucius."

"Who named Fan Kuai?"

"Liu Bang."

"Who named Trouble?"

"I took it myself."

"That's right!" Yan Xia clapped her hands, grabbed the big crow and threw it into the window of the wing room.

"Help me wake up the snow lion."

The crow flew reluctantly into the house, then flew back a moment later, saying, "That silly cat said he'd wake up soon."

After a while, there was no movement.

Yan Xia raised an eyebrow, grabbed the crow that Ao Erya had transformed into, and said, "Investigate again and I'll report back!"

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

Yanxia carried the half-asleep Snow Lion, with Crow perched on her shoulder, and rode on the clouds to the sky above Maliu Mountain.

After breaking through the clouds, we saw the Six Cave Heavenly Demons patrolling on the sea of clouds.

Over there, huge flags six feet high were raised in each of the eight directions, turning this place into a Dharma realm.

When Yanxia entered the Dharma Realm, she saw Jiuzhezi and Monk Daoming standing on the clouds, looking at a water mirror.

This waterscape depicts the scene surrounding Qinglong Temple.

Yan Xia's thoughts turned. This Water Mirror Technique would be very useful in the alchemy room to prevent thieves. I wonder if Laojun has it.

Jiuzhongzi said, "There's another cave on Maliu Mountain, right behind Qinglong Temple. It's closely connected to it, and the Yaksha ghosts are guarding it very closely. Perhaps it's a secret passage."

Yanxia was not proficient in these deployments of troops, so the Taoist Jiuzhongzi and Baizhu were in charge.

When she arrived, she immediately said, "Master, please use one more fist meditation. I want to go deep into the Qinglong Temple this time."

Xue Shi'er rubbed his sleepy eyes and said blankly, "If we go, who should we kill, and how many should we kill?"

Monk Daoming felt that the combination of the two was unreliable and advised, "It is better to wait and see. When Abbot Jingming is exhausted and the Pure Land Dharma Realm shows a flaw, it will not be too late to attack."

"I'm afraid the culprit will have escaped before the Pure Land Dharma Realm reveals its flaws." Yan Xia shook her head and pointed at the Qinglong Temple in the water mirror. "Let me go there."

The wine cup boy did not try to persuade him, but only asked, "How sure are you?"

"Seventy percent!"

"Someone else's?"

"My own!"

"Okay! Old wizard, take action."

"Don't worry." Yan Xia raised her hand to stop him and said to Xue Shi'er, "Let's proceed according to our plan from yesterday."

The snow lion bared its teeth, chanted spells, and released its magical powers.

The art of transformation has three levels: illusion, change, and creation, and the upper and lower limits of the three levels are extremely wide.

Some people say jokingly: If you don’t know how to transform, you will make ghosts and gods laugh. If you do know how to transform, you will make ghosts and gods scream.