Volume 1: Zhao Shanhe Chapter 56 Life and Death Breakthrough
Under the cover of night, a figure walked quickly along the street. When there was a sudden firelight behind him, he arrived outside a temple.
At this time, Baiyun Temple looked peaceful from the outside. Even from the perspective of a monk, one could not see the incense rising during the day. Instead, there were traces of evil spirit lingering in the sky above the temple.
When Shen Lang saw this scene, his heart suddenly sank. Although he had been prepared for it, he still couldn't help but sigh slightly after seeing the changes in Baiyun Temple.
From this point of view, let alone wanting to get help from the Buddhist monks of Baiyun Temple, I am afraid that even the people inside are in dire straits at this moment.
"There is a gentle breeze in the world, always by my side."
He whispered, and a ray of awe-inspiring energy emerged from his body, dissipating between the heaven and the earth, and then a wisp of breeze came in response and wrapped around his body.
This is exactly the method used by Confucian monks. At the cost of awe-inspiring energy, they can achieve "following the law as they say it" to a certain extent.
As a wisp of breeze accompanied him, Shen Lang suddenly had an aura of invulnerability to evil spirits. His body became lighter and lighter. He just touched the ground lightly with his toes and jumped up to the high wall of the temple as light as a swallow.
However, when Shen Lang climbed over the high wall and stepped into Baiyun Temple, a demonic wind immediately hit him, and several cold lights suddenly appeared in the howling wind.
When the scholar saw this, there was no panic on his face. He stretched out his hand and gently grabbed a few iron darts hidden in the wind. As for the evil wind that could shake people's souls, it was offset by the breeze on his body.
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"The world is bright and the evil spirits are gone!"
He suddenly shouted in a low voice, and the awe-inspiring energy suddenly swept out of his body, cleaning away all the evil spirits around him.
At this time, Shen Lang, in the Baiyun Temple filled with demonic aura, was like a bright fire in the dark night, his aura of aura spurting out, and he immediately attracted eyes hidden in the darkness.
However, he turned a blind eye to this, his face straightened slightly, and then he strode towards the temple's annex.
Along the way, the evil winds kept coming, but they still couldn't get in. It really fulfilled his words, and all kinds of evil spirits were immune to invasion.
Not long after, the other courtyard located behind the temple appeared in front of him in a gust of demonic wind. However, at this moment, Shen Lang showed hesitation in his eyes.
Although he has confidence in himself, the journey has been too smooth, which really makes him feel a little worried. Could it be that this is the only method used by the evil spirits here?
But if this is the only way, how can it be possible to occupy a Baiyun Temple? It’s really like a Buddhist monk who can only chant sutras and recite Buddha’s name!
"That's all, you really have to treat me to a drink later."
Shen Lang sighed, gritted his teeth and muttered to himself: "It must be the kind that costs one penny for a pot!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards the other courtyard in front of him, feeling as if the wind was rustling and the water was cold.
Just with this step, as soon as his body crossed the courtyard gate in front of him, the scenery in front of him suddenly turned upside down, and a pulling feeling occurred spontaneously.
After a few breaths, when all the abnormalities subsided, Shen Lang found himself suddenly appearing in a dimly lit hall.
There are only sporadic candles here, which can only light up a very small area, and in the sight, there are ferocious statues of gods, staring at the scholars in the hall with full of anger.
Among these statues, there are both the Buddhist Dharma Protector Vajra and the Bodhisattva Buddha, but the former is just that. Even the latter, who should have a kind face, has angry eyes and ferocious eyes at this moment, like an evil ghost in hell.
"The human world is like hell. Evil ghosts are in this world. Let go of your obsessions and enter my paradise."
A majestic voice suddenly sounded in the hall, like a demonic sound filling his ears, and finally echoed in Shen Lang's heart.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he looked around with disdain. He muttered without knowing what he was talking about, but suddenly a book with yellowing pages appeared in his hand.
"I'm excited if you want to say this. Come on, come on, I'll tell you about our Confucian holy words."
The scholar grinned, the breeze blew over his body, and the book in his hand opened by itself. A clear light bloomed on the first page, and the words jumped on the page one by one, as if they were alive.
The next moment, all the statues in the temple stepped down from the altar and raised their hands to strike at Shen Lang with angry expressions on their faces.
A ray of clear light flourished from then on, almost filling the entire dimly lit hall, and magnificent and solemn voices rang out, reciting the articles of the Confucian saint.
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Rumble!!!
The violent roar sounded like rolling thunder, echoing in the night sky for a long time.
A figure flew out of the smoke and dust in the sky, rolled awkwardly on the ground for several feet, and then hit a thick wall.
Zhao Yuansong was leaning against the wall of the courtyard. At this time, not only was his hair disheveled, but his robes were also torn, and the smell of blood was permeating the air.
Looking at the golden City God's Temple, he couldn't help but let out a bitter smile. He had been traveling in the world for so many years, but he didn't expect that this time he would capsize in the gutter and walk into someone else's trap.
At that moment before, he almost thought that he was really going to risk his life here.
With a slight sigh, Zhao Yuansong stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, climbed up from the ground unsteadily, and then waved his hand. The long sword that had been driven into the courtyard immediately flew backwards and was held firmly by him.
hilt.
He slowly walked towards the main hall of the City God's Temple in front of him. With every step he took, the aura on his body would rise a little, and the sharp sword energy would flow out of his body.
After more than ten breaths, a middle-aged man, radiating bright golden light, wearing mighty armor and holding a heavy spear, walked out of the main hall of the City God Temple.
He was more than three feet tall, like a giant, and his body was wrapped in a rich mist of incense, as if a god had descended into the world.
In fact, this middle-aged man is indeed a god, the city god of this place.
It's just that the City God, who was supposed to guard one side and prevent the people from being harmed by evil spirits, had his eyes glowing scarlet at this moment. Under the strong incense and wish power, there was a billowing of demonic energy, and he had obviously entered the devil's way.
The City God, who had lost his mind, suddenly raised the heavy spear in his hand and swung it at the small figure in front of him from a distance.
A semicircular light wheel shot out and appeared in front of Zhao Yuansong in an instant. He could hardly open his eyes under the golden light in the sky, as if it was going to be smashed into pieces.
"ah!"
Zhao Yuansong let out a sharp shout, and with difficulty raised the long sword in his hand against the terrifying power in front of him.
It was at this moment that when the long sword slashed out, the bright sword light rose like the sun. The aura in his body suddenly increased several times, and the powerful energy in his body was instantly restrained and integrated into the Qihai Dantian.
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But with a snap of his fingers, surging pure mana spurted out from his Dantian, running through the meridians, and several rays of spiritual soul light fell, dispelling many obstacles in his body.
This senior disciple from the outer sect of the Jiuxuan Sect actually broke through the realm between life and death and stepped into the second level of the Spiritual Realm, also known as the barrier-breaking realm!
When all the light dissipated, Zhao Yuansong slowly opened his eyes, an unprecedented light flashing in his eyes. At this moment, his aura had reached the peak since his practice.
"Now...it's my turn!"
He murmured softly, then looked down at the long sword in his hand, and slowly raised it above his head.
Seeing this scene, the City God couldn't help but show a solemn look on his face, and the scarlet and fierce light in his eyes became even more intense.
"cut!"
Zhao Yuansong gave a low shout and slashed down the sword in his hand.
A khaki sword light flew out and appeared in front of the City God in an instant.
However, when the golden body, which was more than three feet tall, faced this sword light that was only half a foot long, he subconsciously took a few steps back and blocked it with a heavy spear in front of him.
In the eyes of the City God, that small sword light seemed to turn into a mountain peak, crashing down as if it had a huge weight.
boom!!!
The moment the sword light fell, the three-foot-tall golden body of the City God was slammed into the main hall behind him. The entire temple suddenly collapsed and turned into ruins with a few snaps of his fingers.
Among the layers of bricks and tiles, the dazzling golden light dimmed instantly, and even the thick layers of incense clouds above the City God's Temple gradually became fragmented at this moment.
When Zhao Yuansong slowly walked towards the collapsed main hall, a famous priest appeared from the side halls on the left and right, either holding a thick book or a brush engraved with flowers and birds, or holding a sharp sword, a long spear, and wearing a heavy
A general.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Yuansong took a deep breath and allowed the magic power in his body to surge through his meridians, and his sword energy gradually became condensed.
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"If there is no back-up, is it possible that after the saint's article is dissipated, you will have to wait here to die?!"
Ji Yuan looked at the old man in front of him solemnly, his eyebrows tightly knitted together.
He never imagined that the Zhao family, which spans hundreds of miles in both black and white, would only have a wooden building that copied the articles of Confucian saints as their last resort.
Even if we don’t talk about the rare and extremely precious magical weapons and the powerful magical weapons that are worthless, there should be a few high-quality talismans that even warriors can use, right?
Hearing this, Mr. Zhao's face was full of bitterness, and he sighed longly: "Over the years, in order to maintain the status of the Zhao family, I don't know how much money has been dispersed."
He told Ji Yuan that the Zhao family was indeed very wealthy, but they were limited to gold and silver. Whatever the monks could use, almost all was taken to the county to manage relationships, and there was really not much left in the family.
Mr. Zhao even made it clear that there is a large amount of gold and silver in his family's treasure house, as well as many antiques and jewelry that are rare on the market.
But these things have absolutely no effect on the current disaster of the Zhao family.
After calming down, Ji Yuan also figured out the key. As the head of a family of three sects, dominating the black and white forces for hundreds of miles around, it was obviously impossible for the imperial court to allow him to possess too many important weapons beyond his control.
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The Zhao family did not yet have the confidence to ignore the imperial court's local influence, so in addition to regular reserves, they did not dare to keep any more, and they had to spend astonishing costs every year to build connections in the county.
"In this case, when the saint's articles on the building dissipate, we will have to rely on ourselves."
Jiang He glanced at the little Taoist priest beside him, and then whispered.
If there are no other means or trump cards, the Zhao family will indeed be unable to help at this time, and they may even need to distract themselves from their support.
Although the Zhao family still has more than a dozen warriors, plus a few domestic servants of high level, as well as Mr. Zhao, whose military strength is enough to rank among the top three in a radius of hundreds of miles.
However, each of these people was either seriously injured or had severely exhausted their body's strength. Let alone dealing with a second-level evil creature, even a few young and strong men who were not good at martial arts could probably surround and kill them with a little effort.
"If this is the case, we'd better find a way to deal with the evil outside before the saint's article dissipates."
Xu Qiqi said with a thoughtful expression.
If the saint's article is still there, it can naturally protect the Zhao family in the wooden building, and there is no need for them to distract themselves from protecting it, so they can concentrate on dealing with the evil thing causing trouble.
Fortunately, although the opponent has a second level of cultivation, his heels are sinister and evil. As long as you deal with them properly, it is not impossible to fight against them.
If they were on the other side, I am afraid that at this time, they would not be thinking about fighting with all their strength, but would be thinking about how to escape from this place.
"If Taoist Master Ji decides to kill the evil creature, can he rescue my youngest son?"
When Mr. Zhao heard about the three people's plans, he looked excited.
He reached out tremblingly and held Ji Yuan's wrist forcefully, and then said with tears: "My youngest son Yue Bai has been snatched away by evil things for two days, and he still doesn't know whether he is alive or dead!" This chapter has been completed!
