The big yellow chicken leaned over and swallowed the relic-like elixir and continued to hide it in the crop. Its legs were independent, closed its eyes and digested for a long time before it could barely refine this magic-breaking golden needle.
"The Demon-Breaking Golden Needle is really extraordinary..." Yan Shu exclaimed, and then said: "However, we have not yet..."
"But there must be demons." Qian Chen took over the conversation: "There is this Lan Ruogu Temple... there is Junior Sister Ning, Senior Brother Yan, Fellow Daoqiu, and my little money... How can I lose another tree demon grandma?"
"Let's go and meet this General Liu!"
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Under Tiansha Peak, a young monk in mahjong was strolling hard.
He leaned over to rake a huge rock beside him, walked carefully on the cliff of the mountain stream, and climbed towards the towering Black Mountain in front of him.
It was almost at the edge of the cliff. The little monk looked up and wanted to look at the road ahead again, but saw a red shadow standing alone across the canyon.
"Girl!" the little monk shouted: "Do you know any way to go to the Tiansha Peak in front?"
The red figure turned around, and through the mist in the mountains, it seemed that it could not hide its stunning face.
She glanced at the little monk, but did not answer, but turned around and looked silly.
"Bao, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah,... I called wrong again!" The little monk spat a few times, quickly clasped his hands together, and said seriously: "The female donor... the road to Tiansha Peak is right in front?"
The red figure flashed and disappeared into the mist.
“Disappeared?”
The little monk was stunned and quickly grabbed the Buddhist beads on his neck.
"I'm afraid it's not a wild ghost in the mountains? Is there such a beautiful mountain ghost in this poor mountain and bad water?"
The little monk was imaginative, and then patted his head twice: "Tianfang! Shifang... How did the master explain before going down the mountain... The woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger. If you encounter it, you must avoid it."
The mountain road is getting higher and higher.
When we arrived at the mountainside, the mountain breeze blowing from all directions had already blown away the fog at the foot of the mountain.
The strong wind whistled past, rolling up the gravel in the mountains and falling down to the bottom of the mountain.
Seeing this, the little monk Shifang swallowed and fell from here. It was really not enough to describe him. He tightened his thin monk's robe, and the cold air on the mountain was extremely heavy. Although he had a little bit of cultivation, the little monk could not withstand the bone-bone mountain wind.
He looked around and saw a mountain pass in front of him that could shelter the wind.
He hurried over and saw the sunken stone walls on both sides of the mountain pass, blocking a place where he could shelter from the wind. However, there were people here for a long time. Fortunately, this place was vast, and it was not less than the little monk.
"Brother-in-law, can you help the young monk take shelter here for the time being?"
Hearing this, the old man with a blank expression in front of the stone wall raised his head. He stared blankly at the direction of the little monk, with a hint of vastness on his face.
The little monk shouted again tentatively: "Brother-in-law?"
"Oh!" The old man just woke up in ignorance, gave in to the side, and said, "It's not hindering...it's not hindering!"
The little monk Shifang breathed a sigh of relief. He saw some dead branches and leaves blown by the wind in the stone wall cave, so he gathered them up and raised a pile of small fires with flint. Then he reached out to roast the fire and made a comfortable exhalation.
He greeted the old man around him and said, "Brother and roast the fire together!"
"The mountain road is rugged and the mountain wind is cold. I don't know where my father-in-law is. Why is he still coming up the mountain now?"
"I'm the hunter here..."
The old man said slowly. He paused for a while before he spoke slowly: "My son is going to hunt, I'll go up the mountain to check the trap."
"Since my father-in-law is a person here... do you know any shortcuts to climb?"
The little monk from Shifang asked, pointing to the towering Tiansha Peak in front of him.
"The way up the mountain!" The old man slowly looked up, his wrinkled face and his eyes were filled with drowsiness, which made Shifang worry if he still recognizes the road. Moreover, such a confused old man, who came up the mountain alone, Shifang was also worried, but he had a heavy responsibility and had no time to send the old man home.
The old man pointed to the right side of the mountain pass and whispered: "There is a road there...you can walk."
‘Thank you, my father-in-law…”
My body is a little warmer, and it is time for Shifang to continue on the road.
He walked two incense sticks along the direction pointed by the old man, and sure enough, a deserted path appeared there, leading to deeper into the mountains.
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This road was indeed much easier to walk. Monk Shifang didn't know how long he had walked, but the sky gradually became darker and there was no sound around him.
He was not going to slander and climb up. He thought about where he saw the right place, so he would just sleep all night.
Suddenly, a dazzling red shadow appeared on the gradually dim mountain road ahead.
"Female ghost!" Shifang closed his eyes nervously, pinched the Buddha given to him by his master, and stopped him: "Amitabha! Amitabha! The Buddha is ahead, all evil people retreat..."
"Why are you here?" the 'female ghost' asked, his voice cold, but very nice.
The little monk quietly opened one of his eyes and saw the vivid face. He couldn't help but answer: "It turns out that you are not a ghost... The little monk's Dharma name is Shifang. He went to Heishan on the order of his master to check whether the Buddha statues carved in the mountains are intact."
"There are so many monsters near Tiansha Peak, only you... Is your master particularly bad to you? You often make him angry and stupid?" The woman in red showed an interesting smile and looked at him.
The little monk Shifang waved his hand and said, "No, no... Master is very kind to me. He is Rushi Rufu..."
"Sometimes, you know people and face but not yours! If I have an apprentice who is as stupid as you, I will trick him out and die!" the woman said earnestly.
Shifang blushed in anger.
"Master just wants to help his fellow workers and eliminate a group of demons, so I asked me to go first. With his rosary, demons and monsters cannot disturb them." He raised the Buddhist beads in his hand and said.
The woman in red glanced at the Buddhist beads: "This kind of inequality magic weapon is to guard against the little ghosts and demons in the mountains... The demons here are not small things. You are just going to die with this broken thing. I wonder how many silly monks like you have collected? Is his Buddhist beads enough?"
Shifang said ashamed and angry: "The little monk is not stupid!"
The woman in red tilted her head: "I am a living person, a ghost, and a ghost is a human being, asking for directions, but she has no doubt at all. Are you not stupid... who is stupid?" The woman showed a look of her eyebrows and eyes huddling together, which was very embarrassing.
Her good-colored expression and grimace-like expression made the high-rise flower in the heart of the little monk Shifang decay.
After coming back to his senses, Monk Shifang exclaimed: "Do you say that the father-in-law just now was a ghost?"
"Yes! I saw you pestering it to die from afar, and I heard it tell you that his son went down the mountain to hunt, and he was waiting on the mountain for a fool like you to enter the trap." The woman in red smiled and bent down: "So, there was really a stupid rabbit that bumped into it! Hahaha..."
The little monk was about to ask, but he looked up but smelled a pleasant scent. He suddenly realized it was coming from the woman beside him, and suddenly lowered his head nervously.
"You are a little lustful!" The woman supported his shoulders at this time.
"There is no little monk!" Shifang lowered his head and did not dare to look up.
"The first time I met, you called me a girl. Later, I changed my words and called the female donor... Little monk, you have six unclean roots!" The woman in red shook her head and suddenly slapped Shifang's shoulders: "Okay... Let's go quickly! I won't tease you anymore. You will have no life. I came here to stop you because I was afraid that you would run into the big guy in front of me."
The little monk from Shifang turned around honestly and suddenly asked before leaving: "The little monk was given the favor of the female donor to save his life, but he still didn't know the girl's name?"
"My name is Ma Xumei... A man is as good as a man!"
The woman in red raised her eyebrows and said.
At this time, a voice that only she could hear sounded in her ears: "Open the main mission 2 and gain recognition from the righteous camp..."
"The reincarnation has been recognized by the characters in the plot of the righteous path and completed the degree."
"Haha... I'm not lustful!" Ma Xumei teased, "The little monk who is hard-mouthed but honest in his heart."
Shifang was about to walk back along the way, but he saw dozens of shadows appearing in front of him. The father-in-law who had greeted him stood in front. He said with a blank face: "Why do you want to turn around?"
Countless voices behind him said, "Why do you want to look back?"
"Why do you want to look back?"
"Pretending to be a ghost!" A sweet voice suddenly rose like a thunderous sound, causing dozens of figures behind him to tremble all over and reveal their prototypes.
I saw that the previously kind-looking father-in-law suddenly lost weight, like a mummy skeleton, with white hair growing on his body, and a pair of fangs poking out of his lips.
Monk Shifang turned his head and ran back. At this time, a red shadow flashed over, pulled him and rushed towards the group of corpses. Monk Shifang only heard the voice of Ma Xumei saying in his ear: "You still have a chance to go forward, but you will die in the future! You are such a young monk, and that old monster hasn't eaten it for a long time..."
Seeing the ferocious zombie getting closer and closer to him, the monk Shifang was in horror and wanted to raise the Buddhist beads in his hand...
"Put your broken beads!" Ma Xumei shouted, "Look at my magical power..."
Her red sleeves spread out, and a piece of yellow paper suddenly floated out, and then the second, the third, thousands, and thousands of pieces. The talismans were painted with cinnabar on the yellow paper, but the monk Shifang was very panicked: "Where do so many talismans come from in this world?"
Not to mention the energy of drawing talismans, but only the cinnabar talisman paper consumed, you can buy the entire temple between him and his master.
Countless talisman papers seemed like huge waves, pressing down at the dozens of zombies...
These zombies, who were not under the wolf demons who attacked Qian Chen in the past, felt a sense of powerlessness in the face of the crushing of Fu Hai. A piece of talisman paper was first pasted on the zombies transformed by the old man. A burst of white smoke suddenly rose from the place where the talisman paper was pasted. The talisman was burning without fire, and the burning zombies were ringing loudly.
The old zombie showed an extremely painful expression, and then the second and third pieces, the talisman paper drowned the white-haired zombie, and in the blink of an eye it melted into a pool of yellow water.
The endless sea of ​​talismans drowned the corpse group with just a beat. In the face of the method of sprinkling money, the fierce demons could not inspire any storm.
Ma Xumei took back Fu Hai, surrounded him and the little monk in Shifang. He raised his eyebrows, but he didn't even see any sweat on his forehead. The krypton gold magic power was so terrifying!
At this time, a green willow branch was shining with a strange emerald green, and it penetrated the sea of ​​Fu with a puff.
The willow branches are slender and soft, but the texture gives people a strange feeling of flesh and blood. The red glow of horses and eyebrows rolls, and the red ribbons on their bodies fly, bringing up some fire glows, preventing the willow branches from continuing to penetrate.
The soft willow branches were in a lively roll and swept away the little monk Shifang beside Ma Xumei.
A short flying knife escaped from the horse's sleeves. With the sword light slashed, it was about to cut off the willow branches and save the young monk. But at this time, the second, the third, and the fourth willow branches also pierced out from the darkness in the distance, and the willow branches bounced and knocked back the sword light. The scream of the little monk in Shifang was dragged into the darkness with an echo.
Ma Xumei bit her lower lip, and with a cruel heart, he followed her.
Below the Black Mountain, a towering tree stands among the mountains. It has a diameter of dozens of feet and reaches the sky. There are tens of thousands of green willow branches on the canopy, emitting green clouds and swaying slightly with the mountain breeze.
At its feet, countless corpses piled up like small white bones.
Chapter completed!