Lingyun Sutra: This is a fragment of the Du'e Dharma Sutra. With Lingyun's ambition, it can dominate the world and suppress all evils in the world.

Note: This sutra is only effective against Yin evil things.

Qin He's eyes lit up, this is a good thing.

Lingyun Temple's Sutra of Suppressing Evils is called "Lingyun Sutra of Suppressing Evils". I don't know if it is completely consistent with or different from this "Lingyun Sutra".

He studied decisively, and the entire Lingyun Sutra was immediately engraved in Qin He's mind, and he would never forget it even if the world were torn apart.

The scriptures are very difficult to pronounce and difficult to understand.

What's even more difficult is that its pronunciation cannot be read literally, but is a completely different syllable.

Its essence is to use sound to arouse the residual will of the gods, gather the righteousness of heaven and earth, and suppress all evils.

When chanting, every syllable must be correct. Many people spend their entire lives saying the entire sutra, and even the first paragraph of the sutra cannot be recited smoothly.

But Qin He is a skill, and it is different. Once you learn it, you are not only able to do it, but you are also proficient in it.

Now Qin He can carry it out backwards.

Oh, it's so magical.

We don't understand why.

Then there is the second reward, Corpse Mane (pronounced zong).

A very small roll is just like the thread used to sew laundry, but it is extremely fine. A small roll is enough to weave into a very large net.

Needless to say, it is strong. It can even cut into pieces a corpse cage comparable to gold and iron, and the Huifa Sword can withstand it.

It is a good material for formation and will definitely be used in the future.

After watching it carefully for a while, Qin He tucked it into the space under his arm, opened his head and yawned, then fell asleep in a daze, and the ever-changing magical clothes turned into thick cotton clothes.

The big bastard was already used to the strange thing. He gently shoveled down the ashes, stretched his neck and took out a half-bitten ginseng from the beam, and started to eat it happily.

"Buzz~"

At this moment, a ray of light suddenly lit up the sky, followed by a muffled thunder.

The sound was not loud, and it was obviously from a very far away place.

The big tortoise looked up at the sky. An inexplicable flash appeared in the mung bean's eyes. He shook it, lowered it again, and continued to eat.

At night, the huge capital city was quiet.

The snow that had stopped for many days started to fall again.

An unknown Taoist temple somewhere on the outskirts of Beijing.

The Taoist priest looked dejected. What he had experienced tonight made him feel as if he was incomplete.

But he couldn't tell where exactly he felt the lack.

No flesh has been lost on the body, and the only thing that hurts is the immortal rope, but no matter how precious it is, it is still something external to the body.

This feeling made him feel depressed.

After pondering for a long time, the Taoist realized it.

It's because I have been crushed and controlled.

That guy with a playful smile was unfathomable, and with every move he made, the energy in his heart was completely shattered.

"Below the Great Immortal Qingniu, Wuming?"

A dark light flashed in the Taoist priest's eyes, he pressed his knuckles and said slowly: "I want to see who you are."

After saying this, the Taoist priest began to count with his fingers.

Do the math.

Hmm? Dead person?

Calculate again!

Secret cover?

Again!

Or is it a cover-up?

Surprise flashed across the Taoist priest's face, and he pondered for a moment. The magic power around him swelled, stirring up a whirlwind on the ground, and his clothes made a rustling sound.

"The sky and the earth are infinite, the universe is borrowed by laws, I will calculate it!!"

"I count!"

"I'll do the math again!"

"I'll do the math again!!"

The Taoist priest twirled his fingers and calculated faster and faster, sparks flying from his fingers.

Sudden!

The Taoist priest stopped abruptly, with a horrified expression on his face.

Looking up at the sky, a bolt of lightning quickly magnified in his eyes.

"not good!"

"Boom~~"

The next moment, half of the Taoist temple was submerged by lightning.

The violent breath almost tears everything apart.

A wisp of thunder and lightning burst into the Taoist priest's crotch. No one knew, let alone anyone, that the wisp of lightning suddenly penetrated into the golden egg, and a small crack slowly opened in the golden egg's shell.

…

The snow has not yet melted, and new snow has been added.

Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snowflakes, the vast northern country is completely white.

In the early morning, a fast horse galloped in from the east gate. The horseshoes made sparks in the snow-free city gate. The man on the horse was wrapped in the wind and snow, and the post flag was fluttering behind him.

Pedestrians saw this and fled one after another.

Not long after, a surprising piece of news spread rapidly among the people.

The victims of the disaster in Lu raised the white lotus flag, killed officials and rebelled, conquered three counties and captured Laizhou Prefecture.

Kong Wude, the deputy general of Dengzhou, failed to suppress the attack and retreated to Dengzhou. Bailian's army was so powerful that it had become a prairie fire and was dividing its troops to attack Qingzhou and Dengzhou.

Gu Liangyou, the governor of Shandong, was unable to suppress the situation and urgently asked for help.

On this day, the capital was shocked.

Just after sending Di Lu away, the White Lotus demon started to cause trouble again.

The emperor, who had been in poor health since the disappearance of Lady Feng Sheng, urgently summoned the cabinet ministers to discuss matters. He issued a series of edicts and quickly left the city in all directions.

Messengers carry orders in all directions.

Plainclothes flying fish spy on the enemy.

The white-faced eunuch with no beard followed closely behind, supervising the food, wages and military supplies.

The rusty and crumbling state machine of Dali has not yet taken a breath under the shadow of Dilu's horse hooves, but it has begun to puff out black smoke and rumble again.

However... none of this has anything to do with the people of the capital, at least for the time being.

There are seven things to do when opening the door every day: firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, work should be done, and swearing should be done in the streets.

Compared with the victims of the Ludi disaster who had no choice but to make desperate efforts for food and clothing, the refugees in the capital are happy. The porridge soup shack continues every day. Although the rice is getting less and less and the chaff is more and more, at least they can still eat some.

, so as not to starve to death.

There were also some clothes to wear. The refugees who couldn't bear it in the past few days died one after another. Their clothes were all stripped off. Although they were tattered, torn and smelly, they could at least cover their bodies.

Everyone finds an uninhabited house and makes a nest there, living day by day.

Everywhere in the capital was still lively, and the newly fallen snowflakes were soon trampled into mud.

There was a lot of traffic, and people were buying and selling.

In the middle of the crowd, a young man wearing a flying fish guard looked a bit eye-catching.

When pedestrians and vendors saw him, they all gave way.

But the young man's face did not show any sign of arrogance. He was hesitant, as if he was making an important decision.

After three turns and two turns, the flying fish young man arrived at the entrance of Changling Lane alley.

There was a stall set up there, covered with a shiny new yellow cloth, with four big words written on it: Specialized in treating hysteria.

Sitting behind the stall was an alchemist, his eyes wrapped with black cloth and wearing linen clothes.

The Feiyu young man's face turned from hesitant to doubtful, and he slowly walked to the stall.

The old blind man listened carefully, his eyes seemed to be unable to see.

"Master, don't you count your fate?" the flying fish young man asked doubtfully.

The old blind man said in a lonely tone: "Forget it, sir, if you want to tell your fortune, please go elsewhere."

"Actually, I'm not here to tell fortunes."
Chapter completed!