Old Taoist Master Xuanzhao turned his head and looked at the hexagrams displayed on the ground.
There was no trace of surprise in his eyes,
Picked up the Dharma hexagram and performed another divination.
This time the hexagram became ‘unfortunate’.
"Of the two roads to Sanmao Taoist Temple, if you choose to walk from the main road of 'Jintan' to Sanmao Taoist Temple, it is a bad hexagram. If you go over the lower Maoshan Mountain to Sanmao Taoist Temple, the hexagram is 'fierce'."
Xuan Zhao returned the pair of ox horn hexagrams to Su Wu and turned to everyone.
"Since the hexagrams are like this,
Then climb down Maoshan Mountain and go to Sanmao Taoist Temple!
Anyway, both roads take the same time." Xuan Qing said.
The conversation between several teachers in Maoshan fell into Su Wu's ears. Su Wu pinched the pair of horns and suddenly felt some inexplicable touches - some scattered thoughts without clues flashed in his mind.
At this moment, he suddenly said: "I think it is better to take the main road of Jintan."
"Um?"
"Why?"
Several division commanders turned to look at Su Wu.
Su Wu signaled the ox-horn hexagrams in his hand to several teachers, and then said: "After all, this pair of ox-horn hexagrams comes from the Duangong lineage of the witch ghost, and is still very different from our Maoshan shamans.
The hexagrams indicated may not be correct.
It might even be exactly the opposite of the real situation.
In this way, if you go against the hexagrams, you might get unexpected gains."
"If the hexagrams are not hexagrams, in fact, our brothers and sisters have never believed it at all.
I just don’t want to make my own choice,
We just asked this pair of Dharma hexagrams to choose for us." Xuan Qing smiled, shook his head, and said, "However, since you said so now, then according to what you said, it is okay to take the main path of Jintan.
Just take the main road of Jintan!"
"OK."
"Can."
All the Taoists in Maoshan nodded in agreement with what Senior Brother Xuanqing said.
Su Wu couldn't help but feel relieved when he heard that Uncle Xuanqing finally agreed to take the main road of Jintan.
While breathing a sigh of relief,
There was even more shame in his heart for no reason.
It seems that he knew subconsciously that it was not a good choice for him to lead several teachers to the main road of Jintan, and it would definitely not have any good results - but he had to push several teachers to go to the main road of Jintan with him.
Way to go.
Even if taking this path has extremely serious consequences,
It is necessary to walk like this.
Check some issues.
"Yang Zhen, why are you still standing there?
Let's go together." Xuan Qing led his two junior brothers and walked a few steps along the mountain steps. Seeing Su Wu still frowning in thought, he called to him.
Su Wu came back to his senses,
nodded,
Following in the footsteps of the Maoshan shaman masters.
Climbing up the mountain steps along the mountain, you will see archways standing in the place where the mountains are undulating and turning. The magnificent atmosphere of the Three Mountains Dharma is ready to be seen against the backdrop of archways and buildings in the mountains.
Under the guidance of all the teachers, Su Wu turned around countless mountain bends, and the mountain in front suddenly leveled off.
A golden tripod stands in the square in front,
Under the rising sun,
The square tripod shines brightly.
"Jintan!"
Xuan Qing pointed to the golden tripod in front and introduced to Su Wu behind him: "After passing the Jintan, the road ahead is easy to walk. Sanmao Taoist Temple is in front of Taiyuan Hall-"
Speaking of which,
He raised his head and looked far into the distance.
But I didn't see the red mist flying among the mountains.
The red mist that was suspected to be the 'Chinese Ancestor's body' disappeared.
Xuan Qing's eyes were a little solemn. He stopped chatting with his younger disciples and introduced the style of Maoshan. He led everyone straight through Jintan Square and down a mountain path.
At this moment,
Bursts of bells came from the side covered by the mountain.
Ding-dang-dang, jingle-dang-dang!
Bell sound?
Su Wu frowned slightly when he heard the sound of the bell.
An ominous premonition arose in my heart.
The crowd stopped.
Xuanqing held a mahogany sword in one hand and a yellow talisman of the Canopy God's Curse in the other. He walked down a few more stone steps, just around the half-mountain that blocked everyone's sight——
He stood at the corner of the stone steps,
The upper body was also obscured by the mountain, so Xuan Jue, Xuan Zhao and others could only see the hem of his robe.
The sound of ringing bells that were approaching rapidly suddenly paused——
follow closely,
Another burst of bells rang quickly!
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!
Although the sound of the bells sounded more urgent, it was no longer as intensive as before.
It seemed like two bells were ringing continuously before.
Now there is only one bell left!
A bell?!
Xuan Zhao reacted suddenly and shouted sternly: "Close your eyes quickly!"
As the words blurted out, a white light flashed across his eyes - however, a cold and quiet rhyme circled around his neck at the same time -
A circle of very shallow and thin blood marks emerged from the old Taoist's neck,
Thin blood lines burst out from the blood stains!
His body fell limply to the ground,
Two points for the body and head!
"Junior brother!"
Xuan Jue's pupils contracted violently, and he gave a sharp shout. He squatted down and hugged Xuan Jue's headless body, but he could no longer free his hands to catch Xuan Jue's head that fell down the mountain steps!
At this time,
Su Wu stepped out from the side and picked up the head that almost fell down the mountain.
After his figure flashed out,
When I landed, I was already at the corner of the mountain steps.
From his angle, he could see that Master Xuanqing was holding a mahogany sword in one hand and a canopy magic spell in the other, standing frozen at the bend of the mountain road. His head had slipped from his neck and fell to his feet.
side.
And in front of Uncle Xuanqing,
A human figure with a talisman only had time to look back before being cut into two pieces by a brass magic sword covered with mottled marks.
All kinds of practice will turn into ashes and disappear.
Carrying Li Gui on his back, he fled in an instant.
Under the figure of the talisman,
on the mountain road,
Both black dogs had their heads cut off, the bells on their necks were scattered aside, and black blood spurted out from their necks.
The brass magical sword cut off the human form of the talisman and the Ligui it carried with one sword stroke.
And at this moment——
After the brass magic sword,
The vague human form, crimson red, mixed with dots of white phosphorus fire, suddenly exploded into clouds of red mist, filling the mountain road in an instant, temporarily 'squeezing' the brass magic sword out of the red mist, and wandering unsteadily outside the red mist!
That little bit of white phosphorus fire is floating in the mist,
They drowned Su Wu and Xuan Jue, who was running over from behind with Xuan Zhao's body in his arms!
Xuan Jue only lasted less than a blink of an eye in this red mist, and the headless Xuan Zhao corpse in his arms simultaneously turned into blood and disappeared without a trace amid the slow chewing sound!
A series of golden and red talismans were dissociated from his body,
Those talismans were thrown into the red mist and merged with the red mist.
Green-gold avenue patterns appeared all over Su Wu, resisting the grinding and squeezing of the invisible force in the red mist. When he was in this red mist, some memories were finally touched and awakened.
At this time,
In the red mist, among the wisps of swaying white phosphorus fire, an old male voice came out: ""Guan Zhen Lu", the third generation patriarch of the Qing Dynasty..."
"The Qing Dynasty carries a beautiful canopy, and the founder of friendship..."
"Golden Light Talisman..."
"Five Thunder Curse..."
He recited the names of many talismans, and then said slowly: "There is still one more to go, one more to go..."
Beyond the red mist,
Waves of cold and silent rhymes washed over me like a sea wave,
It caused the entire red mist to shrink in shape.
The charm of the ‘Brass Sword’ is about to penetrate into this red mist!
"What else is missing?
What do you want it for?!" Su Wu asked repeatedly at this time, trying to communicate with this 'red mist'!
"One more to go, one to go..." The tone of the old male voice in the red mist became a little more urgent. It seemed to have sensed the impact of the terrifying and strange outside world on itself, and it seemed to be eager to communicate with Su Wu, but it couldn't.
Because there is some kind of gap between the two, they have never been able to communicate effectively with Su Wu!
Su Wu looked at the swaying white phosphorus fire all around.
The red mist squeezes itself more and more seriously,
Even the Yuanhuang Skin he cultivated can no longer sustain it for too long!
He took a deep breath, and suddenly spewed out eerie and terrifying syllables: "夸餸chahata, 忿忲快!"
The moment he opened his mouth to speak, Su Wu's lips turned purple-black, and wisps of weirdness came out of his mouth at the same time as he spoke!
At that moment, with the help of "Xinjui", he spoke the language that only Lijui could use!
And the true meaning of what he said as "Li Guiwen",
Just - 'What else do you need?'
'What do you want it for?!'
In the red mist, wisps of white phosphorus fire suddenly shook violently.
The old male voice sounded again. His voice sounded like he was talking in sleep, but he accurately responded to all Su Wu's questions!
"One thing is missing - Taishang Xuantian, Supreme Martial General Lu..."
"I want it, to commune with the Patriarch of Lushan - to restore the mark of my true self - to control the physical body and bear the nameless deceit!"
Su Wu asked about Zhongzu's physical body in normal language.
Zhongzu's physical body did not respond to his inquiry at all.
Instead, he asked the other party in harsh language,
The other party responded to him in ordinary language. This situation was very strange.
What Su Wu didn't expect even more was——
The last talisman missing from Zhongzu's physical body was actually the 'Zhenwu Supreme General's talisman' passed down from Lushan's dharma lineage. This talisman was the 'Tai Shang Northern Zhenwu Miao Sutra' Su Wu received after continuous practice.
Promoted to the treasure urn position that comes with the seventh level talisman!
Now,
Even if Su Wu peels off the 'Taishang Northern True Martial Miao Sutra' and gives it to Zhongzu's body,
The opponent holding this talisman is useless!
He must have cultivated this talisman to at least the seventh level, received the 'Taishang Xuantian Wu Supreme General's Talisman', and then deprived the talisman of his duties to Zhongzu's body, so that it would be of great use to Zhongzu's body!
Crunch, crunch——
The green-gold avenue pattern covering Su Wu's body has been completely rendered.
Dyeing his whole body into green gold color,
This layer of blue-gold Yuanhuang skin was constantly hearing groans of being overwhelmed.
It is about to collapse under the constant crushing and squeezing of the red mist!
at the same time,
A wisp of cold and lonely charm seeped into the red mist!
Just a trace of the mysterious rhyme of "nameless mystery" made Su Wu shiver all over his body, and he felt a creepy feeling in his heart!
Su Wu immediately issued an instruction to the simulator: "Exit the simulation!"
