Zhang Muzhi thought for a moment: "In that case, the poor Taoist is in Han, and after the marriage between the Chen family, he led his troops to the underworld!"

Prime Minister Wen nodded sympathetically and was very happy: "Very good! Very good! Mr. Jiuyang once wrote to me about your origin. If you want to fulfill your destiny, you can't just practice in seclusion. You must also form many good relationships.

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"This trip to the underworld will give you an opportunity to get to know the two marshals Guan and Wen, as well as the upright men among the Lords of the Tenth Palace. This will also be beneficial to your future actions!"

Mr. Jiuyang is the contemporary Celestial Master Zhang Maocheng. When Zhang Muzhi was refining the ancestral capital seal, Zhang Maocheng used the yang god to fly to investigate.

Zhang Muzhi stood up and held his hands in his hands: "What the Prime Minister said is absolutely true. Pindao has written it down."

Prime Minister Wen then waved from the writing desk: "Come forward, little Taoist priest, and I will introduce you to my assistant officer. His name is Wang Yingmei, and later changed to Wang Yanwu. Have you heard of it, little Taoist priest?"

The assistant officer in black clothes beside the small table stood up quickly, but he was a thin old man with gray hair and beard. He looked very capable. He clasped his fists and bowed to the little Taoist priest: "I've seen the Taoist priest!"

Zhang Muzhi thought for a moment, walked a few steps to the small table, clasped his fists and returned the greeting: "It turns out to be Mr. Mei Bian. I am so lucky to meet such a loyal man like Mr. Mei Bian today! I am so lucky!"

Wang Yanwu was also a famous official in the late Song Dynasty. It was the autumn of the Song Dynasty that was in danger. Wang Yanwu followed Prime Minister Wen Tianxiang to join the army and serve the king. He made many achievements and was highly regarded by Wen Tianxiang.

Later, Prime Minister Wen was captured, and Wang Yanwu wrote the "Essays on the Life of Prime Minister Wen" and "Essays on the Sacrifice of Prime Minister Wen", praising Wen Tianxiang's national integrity and saying that "for three thousand years, people have not seen each other the same way."

Later, the Song Dynasty fell, and Wang Yanwu remained in office for the rest of his life. Unexpectedly, after his death, he was recruited by Prime Minister Wen as his own assistant, which is also a good story.

When Wang Yanwu heard Zhang Muzhi's praise, he quickly handed over his hand again: "With a little reputation, I dare not praise him as a Taoist priest. If the Taoist priest can capture the corrupt Lord Yan this time, it will be a great merit that will benefit all people."

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Prime Minister Wen also nodded and smiled: "You have gotten to know each other today, and you will spend more time together in the future. During this trip to the underworld, you two must remind each other not to follow any rules, but to use thunderous means to solve the problem quickly."

"As for the aftermath, I and Emperor Dongyue Tianqi will be free to take care of it."

Zhang Muzhi and Wang Yanwu both bowed and responded: "Prime Minister, don't worry, we will understand."

"You don't need to worry about the safety of the villagers at the foot of Hengwang Mountain. I have promoted Tao Youren to be the City God of Jiangning and assigned secret servants to serve under him. The foot of Hengwang Mountain is no longer an unruly place."

"As for the demons in Chen's mansion and the monks in Yuanjue Temple, there is no need to worry. When you come back from the underworld, I will let the Nanjing court help you achieve your goal!"

Zhang Muzhi sincerely thanked: "Thank you so much, Prime Minister!"

"Okay! I'm still busy here, so I won't entertain you anymore and let Yan Wu take you out!"

Zhang Muzhi got on the carriage of the Capital City God's Mansion again and sped away to Hengwang Mountain.

"Could it be that the catastrophe is approaching? All these things are coming together, and there is no time to stop!"

"Brother Huaiyuan's wedding will be held a few days after the Qingming Festival. Then he will go to the underworld, and when he comes back he will have to fight with Mr. Chen and the monks from Yuanjue Temple..."

"Although I have countermeasures, there is no guarantee that mistakes will not occur."

"What Prime Minister Wen said makes sense. Establish a good relationship with the gods early so that you can rely on their help in the future."

Zhang Muzhi was thinking in the carriage when he felt the carriage shake slightly, and the two secret servants outside said at the same time: "Taoist priest, we're here!"

"Fortunately, there are still about ten days left. Tomorrow we will start to attract the Southern Thunder Dharma intention into the body. I won't wait any longer!"

Zhang Mu got off the carriage and thanked the two men. The two men hurriedly returned the courtesy, and then drove the carriage into light and rose into the air toward the Chenghuang Mansion in Nanjing.

It was midnight at this time. Zhang Muzhi did not dare to delay after returning to the Taoist temple. He sat on a stone bench in the courtyard and used the Qi training method in the Tianxin Five Thunder Zhengfa to absorb the moonlight and accumulate magic power.

The next day, Zhang Muzhi packed up after practicing boxing and had breakfast. Huang Erlang and Hu Xiner came to pay their respects.

"I have been very busy in the past few days, so I have been supervising your homework. Today I have time to give you a test!"

The two little beasts, yellow and white, stood neatly in front of the stone bench, and Zhang Muzhi asked them to recite the eight sacred mantras and scriptures they had memorized over time.

Hu Xiner and Huang Erlang memorized the divine mantras very clearly without missing a word, but their recitation of the "Qing Jing Sutra" was not satisfactory.

Huang Erlang memorized the scripture from beginning to end, but there were two or three mistakes and omissions. Hu Xiner only memorized half of it and couldn't continue.

Zhang Muzhi was not angry, but patiently explained: "I think you two are the most proficient in memorizing the Golden Light Mantra among the eight divine mantras. Although you can recite the other mantras, they are not as good as the Golden Light Mantra. Why is this?"

When Hu Xiner saw Zhang Muzhi saying this, she immediately became nervous, and her tail straight behind her became a stick.

Huang Erlang finally calmed down and explained: "I heard from others that this golden light spell is a secret secret of Tianshi Mansion. Although other sects can also practice this spell, they are not as powerful as when it is cast by Tianshi Mansion. The teacher was born in Tianshi Mansion.

, so the two of us have worked the hardest on this golden light spell."

Zhang Muzhi nodded, and then said: "It's not wrong for you two to think so, but in the future you still have to recite the three great mantras of purifying the heart, purifying the mouth, and purifying the body!"

"Each of the eight divine mantras has a wonderful effect, but purifying the mind, purifying the mouth, and purifying the body are the most important. This is because these three divine mantras can remove evil thoughts, filth, karma and other external factors that hinder practice, and bring the body and mind back to normal. Only in this way can we

Practice the Dharma."

"Other divine spells are just 'techniques', but these three divine spells are the foundation for entering the Tao and the foundation of practice."

The two yellow and white beasts quickly bowed down and promised to practice the three divine mantras of purifying the heart, purifying the mouth, and purifying the body.

"Now that you two haven't even consolidated your human form, there's no need to think too early about magical powers, spells, and the like. Only by laying a solid foundation can you achieve success in the future."

"The "Qing Jing Sutra" can make the mind pure and undisturbed by external things. It is the most wonderful sutra for achieving the Taoist mind. You two still need to work hard!"

Hu Xiner and Huang Erlang quickly and solemnly agreed. Zhang Muzhi waved his hand to let the two beasts retreat, while he sat quietly in the yard, adjusting his body and mind to the best condition.

At noon, Zhang Muzhi closed the gate of the Taoist temple in order to avoid disturbing the pilgrims. Then he set up an altar facing the south in the courtyard, wrote the sacred tablet that the red sky in the south would shake the Thunder Emperor, and burned incense to worship it sincerely.

It was also because Zhang Muzhi attracted the Eastern Thunder Emperor's Dharma into his body on the last Jingzhe Day, which aroused the Thunder Emperor's anger and almost struck him by lightning, so this time he worshiped first and then practiced.

Fairy Changming didn't care to lose her temper anymore and flew out of the main hall to protect Zhang Muzhi.

After Zhang Muzhi paid homage to the Southern Thunder Emperor, he sat upright on the futon with his eyes closed, and used his mind to draw magic power to draw the spiritual talisman in the heart acupoint.

During these days, Zhang Muzhi mobilized the mana he had accumulated by swallowing moon dew, practicing his own qi, and practicing the Five Dragon Sting Technique. It surged through his meridians like a river, circulated around the sky, and then converged toward the heart.

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The heart is stimulated by the magic power and beats very fast, as if a big drum is beating in the chest.

Zhang Muzhi concentrated wholeheartedly and used his own magic power to draw the spiritual talisman in the heart acupoint in one stroke. The octagonal hanging talisman shimmered with a faint fire in the body.

"Hiss!" The little Taoist priest first exhaled a mouthful of turbid air in his body, and the breath of the spiritual talisman also spilled out of his body, reacting with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"Hoo!" There was a strong wind in the small courtyard. Zhang Muzhi opened his mouth to take in the breath, like a tiger devouring mountains and rivers. The sunlight in the small courtyard dimmed, and it seemed that even the light and heat were swallowed into his belly by this breath.

"Boom!" Zhang Muzhi shut up, feeling as if he had swallowed a mouthful of fireball. His throat suddenly became hot, his face turned red, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

Fairy Changming's face was full of nervousness and she whispered: "Don't open your mouth to be discouraged, quickly introduce this scorching sun energy into the heart acupoint!"

Zhang Muzhi closed his eyes and did not move. He used his magic power to guide the hot air from his throat into his heart. He felt that his whole lungs were burning. The spiritual energy containing the Southern Thunder Emperor's will was like a red fire, which was led to the spiritual talisman in the acupoint.

Go, hold a spell in your right hand, and shout softly: "Li!"

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the thunder of the Nine Heavens Universal Transformation Tianzun's Dharma shines brightly. He also pinches a Dharma formula in his hand, and then a bolt of lightning falls from his palm, falling on the spiritual talisman together with the Dharma intention of the Southern Thunder Emperor in no particular order.

The entire spiritual talisman shone brightly, and then turned into the red sky fire in the south, shaking the Thunder Emperor's dharma:

Wearing an imperial crown on his head, he has a square face, long and fiery red hair and beard, and wears a red dragon bead-grabbing robe. He holds a bowl-sized bead in one hand and holds a seal with the other. The overall image is very majestic.

This dharma image is also the embodiment of the law of fire and thunder in the south. There is no Thunder Emperor spirit in it, which is equivalent to Zhang Muzhi's own body spirit.

It's just that this time there is no help from solar terms, and there is no thunderous divine power from the Southern Thunder Emperor, so this statue is still a bit hazy, waiting for Zhang Muzhi to continue to accumulate magic power to make it clear and solid.

As soon as the Southern Thunder Emperor's Dharma was completed, Zhang Muzhi felt that all the heat in his belly had disappeared, and his whole body seemed to have endless strength, so he opened his eyes and searched for a moment in the yard, and took aim at a piece of watermelon in the corner of the west wing.

Big stones.

The little Taoist priest held a spell in his hand and pointed it forward. There was a thunderous rumble, and a ball of red light fell from the sky, hit the stone and exploded.

Zhang Muzhi took a closer look and saw that the entire stone had disappeared, leaving only a residue that was burned into black glass.

"The Eastern Divine Thunder also has the intention of generating hair, but this Southern Thunder has the purest killing power, which is perfect for refining demons!"
Chapter completed!