Chapter 32 The flood washed the Dragon King Temple
Because of this, most monks would politely obey the local rules and act cautiously when entering secular towns with the protection of the emperor.
It's not that the monks can't defeat the Human Emperor.
It's just that once a special being like the Human Emperor, a monk, or a demon is contaminated by the cause and effect that harms him, it will harm his practice and even affect his enlightenment.
Ji Ye nodded and said: "After crossing the Fragrant Sea, we will go down. It's time to walk. It won't take long before we can see the city wall of Qin Ye City."
Night falls.
The bright stars gradually filled the night sky.
There is no moon and there is a slight cool breeze.
Song Ling narrowed her eyes and peered into her Dantian sea of consciousness.
The place was not as dark as before, nor as vibrant as other monks. It was full of grass, loess, and windy sand, and every corner revealed the seriousness of the owner's injuries.
"What's wrong?" Jingye noticed Song Ling's sadness and asked aloud, "What's wrong with you?"
"No." Song Ling hugged her knees and squatted in the flying chariot, and asked angrily: "If I said that if the people in Weilu Mountain knew that I was in Qin State, they would definitely come to arrest me, you would continue to escort me to Liang State.
?"
Using one person to fight against the entire sect, Song Ling felt that she couldn't force this kind of thing on others.
If Jiye says she doesn't want to.
"If he dares to say he doesn't want to, I will eat him!" Song Mo's voice sounded in Song Ling's ears.
Song Ling was so frightened that she quickly raised her head and saw that Ji Ye's expression didn't change much, so she relaxed a little.
"Don't worry, I'm speaking in your sea of consciousness, and others can't hear it." Song Mo seemed very proud. Just by listening to the voice, you could feel his tail raised to the sky, "And...if he doesn't
If you agree, I will eat him and then I will send it to you, how about it?"
Eat eat eat.
In Song Mo's mind, he only thinks about how to eat enough all day long.
Song Ling held her forehead helplessly and replied with her spiritual consciousness: "You'd better give up this idea. Don't think about cannibalism in the future. If you dare to think about it, I will take you out."
It’s like extracting spiritual bones!
Facts have proved that Song Ling's threats were very effective, and Song Mo obediently shut up and just rubbed his hairy head against Song Ling's arm.
"Why don't you send it away?" Jingye tilted his head and looked down at Song Ling and said, "You saved me three times. If I were so greedy for life and afraid of death, wouldn't I be worthy of the title of my master, Daoyi Immortal Lord?"
After receiving the affirmative answer, Song Ling finally felt a little calmer.
As the moon shifted, the speed of the flying chariot began to slow down little by little, and the scenery below changed from the sea to ferries, tidal flats, woods, and villages.
Jiye controlled the flying chariot to land, turned around to help Song Ling, but found that Song Ling was walking as fast as flying, not at all tired as before.
"Are you feeling better?" Jiye asked, following Song Ling.
Song Ling nodded, hugged Song Mo and walked forward, saying: "Actually, I don't know what's wrong with me. I just feel like my whole body has been hollowed out. It's obviously me who hollows out others."
Ran Qingqiu should be the one who was hollowed out.
An injury like that cannot be recovered within a few decades.
Not to mention, Ran Qingqiu will have to be punished in the Heavenly Punishment Palace. For the sins she committed in the secular world and the Taoist sect, she will have to go through mountains of swords, seas of fire, and blazing hells.
The more she thought about it, the more Song Ling felt something was wrong.
"Is it a good thing you did?" Song Lingti slipped away from Song Mo and asked in the sea of consciousness.
Song Mo rolled his round eyes several times, licked his paws with his gray-blue tongue, and asked in confusion, "What are you talking about, Ling? I don't understand."
Ji Ye was a quick learner, Ji Ye had just said that Song Ling could call him A Ye, and Song Mo had already learned how to call someone close to him.
"Better not."
With that said, Song Ling angrily threw Song Mo into the baggage, and then lined up under the city gate with Ji Ye.
It was still dark at this time.
The guards of Yecheng would not open the city gates to release people until dawn. At that time, the monks and mortals coming and going would line up in two separate lines and enter the city in an orderly manner.
Monks also have to spend money.
So in fact, many monks usually go to secular towns, exchange gold and silver with some gadgets, and then use the gold and silver to buy some utensils for mortal enjoyment, and then take them back to Taoism to exchange for spiritual stones.
Looking at the long queue in front of her, Song Ling sighed and squatted on the ground, intending to save some energy.
As a result, as soon as she squatted down, she was kicked in the butt by someone from behind.
"What kind of cats and dogs can queue up in this line?"
A harsh voice sounded above Song Ling's head.
She turned sideways, looked up, and saw two monks wearing cyan dragon-pattern disciple robes with their arms folded, looking down at her. It was the one on the right of the two who said the words.
He is a disciple of Dongzhen Haidai.
"Boy, didn't your master teach you to be careful when you go out?" Jiye turned around with a dark face and asked unhappily.
The two Haidai disciples who were so arrogant just now suddenly became silent and laughed. They raised their hands and apologized to Jingye, saying that they didn't know that Jingye and Song Ling were together, and they couldn't recognize Mount Tai.
Although the two begged for mercy quickly, Song Ling still saw the resentment in their eyes.
The hatred directed at her, Song Ling.
"Tired?" Jiye didn't look at the two Haidai disciples anymore. He turned his hand and took out something from his sleeve pocket. As soon as he put his palm down, the thing fell to the ground with a spiritual light and turned into a chair.
Song Ling calmly stood up and sat on the chair, crossed her feet, and said, "Actually, I have always envied you before. You can keep everything for yourself, unlike us, who can only rely on talking."
And you must learn the corresponding mantra.
If you want to invite thunder, you have to recite the thunder-inducing technique orally;
If you want to turn it into rain, you have to recite the rootless water-generating mantra;
And so on.
If the heart is not sincere, the mantra is ineffective, the cultivation level is too low, some high-level mantras are ineffective, and the spiritual power cannot support the supply of the mantra, the mantra recited will still be ineffective.
After studying for hundreds of years, what Song Ling has now mastered is only a few mantras. For the rest, he has to read his notes and copy them by heart.
It's not that Song Ling is stupid.
You should know that even senior brother Yifeng, who is always smart, can only master a dozen or so mantras.
"Each one has his or her own merits." Jingye squinted and smiled, taking advantage of Song Ling's flattery, and said: "Our Nanzhen's Wuling atlas consumes a lot of spiritual power, but your Weilu Mountain's original copy of Mingguang should be consumed by the five towns.
The one with the least spiritual power."
The two Haidai disciples looked at me and I looked at you. They knew that these two people were secretly revealing their identities and passing people up the steps, so they laughed a few times and went over to chat.
"I am in charge of Guan Ya, an inner disciple of Haidai."
"I am Kang Yu, an inner disciple of Haidai."
The two of them cupped their hands and made a gesture.
"It turns out that he is a disciple of Hai Dai, but the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple." Song Ling did not stand up, but tilted his head and raised his eyebrows and smiled.