The dark and cramped room makes people breathless.
Even the sunlight filtering through the white paper covering the window was dim.
Tianchenzi woke up in a daze.
He secretly operated his skills and used his pure Yang Dao to forcefully wear away the seals on his body. He didn't know how long it took, but with the consumption of mana, he finally broke free from the last seal.
The old Taoist priest took a breath.
He quickly stood up, moved his hands and feet, shook his arms vigorously, and his face twitched.
"Hiss... I'm numb. I'm numb. I'm so numb."
But if I kept one movement for too long, I was directly numbed by pressure.
After finally regaining his composure and finally having to take off his clothes, even Tian Chenzi breathed a sigh of relief.
Since he noticed the strange tiger roaring in the mountains half a month ago, he has been secretly investigating. If he were an ordinary monk, he might not be able to gain anything, but who is he?
However, he was forced to touch the place, and finally discovered that Zhao Xiu was actually a demon.
It's a pity that the demon's Taoism is so advanced that he was put down without even being summoned. I just don't know why the demon didn't kill him, but just sealed it and threw it here. The old Taoist priest only had time to eat every day.
I can barely wake up.
In other words, he has lived for more than a hundred years, and has seen a lot of heretical methods, and knows some less orthodox, but really effective methods of breaking the ban.
Otherwise, a Taoist priest from a well-known and upright family could really explain it to me.
But even so, after holding it in for such a long time, the old Taoist priest felt that he was about to burp right here. The old man looked at himself and saw that he was only wearing an undershirt. He felt so depressed that the tiger
He was so merciless that he just let him go. He even took off the old Taoist priest's signature hundred-pin Taoist robe.
I have never been so embarrassed in my life.
If it weren't for the fact that he was still of the old school, wearing a shirt underneath, wouldn't he have to just bare his buttocks?
The corners of Tianchenzi's mouth twitched.
If it really comes to that situation, there is no need for others to take action, he will do it himself.
After finally recovering from meditation, the old man looked up and saw blood stains everywhere in the room. He saw the human skins wearing Taoist robes and looked at the statues of the ancestors who still looked pure. His expression was faintly sad.
Especially when I saw that my friend was among them, I felt unspeakably melancholy.
This is the Baiyun Temple Patriarch Hall.
The purest place, the dirtiest place.
The old man sighed, stood up and prepared to go out and inform the action team of the situation here.
At this time, he felt a pang of regret.
I should have known I had the entire phone with me.
But when I opened the door, I saw through the crack in the door that there were not even a single tourist in the side hall where there were at least a few people coming and going. Only the Taoist priests who had died long ago were still coming and going. One of them was carrying a food box.
As they passed by, the old Taoist priest reached out and touched it, and then he remembered that the Taoist robe was gone, and so was the charm.
At present, his mana is severely depleted. He has no copper coin sword, peach wood sword, talisman, wine flask, precious jade, or Bagua mirror. In his current state, if he attracts too many ghosts and Taoists, he may not be able to end well. He immediately turned around and planned to hide, but he could be broken.
After the ban, he became popular but could not hide it.
I was having a headache and was worried. It was not just that I had used too much force when breaking the ban, or that I had not placed it properly. When the Taoist ghost ghost pushed in the door, there were Taoists wearing Taoist robes and sitting cross-legged.
Suddenly, it tilted, and no matter where it was placed, it fell towards the old Taoist priest.
The old man was caught off guard and fell down under the pressure.
The dirty breath covered the mouth and nose, and the strong death breath covered the vitality.
Tianchenzi's eyes widened, and he saw that the person covering him was his childhood friend. He was clearly human skin, but there were blood and tears in the corners of his eyes, and his face was filled with sorrow and hatred. He seemed to be staring at him, as if he was saying
What, the old Taoist priest sighed silently, closed his eyes, and let these human-skinned Taoists cover up his vitality.
Those who deliver food and drinks are just ordinary ghosts.
I only know how to complete the behavior mechanically. I don't have the ability to detect it, and I don't have the courage to touch the things here.
Put down the food box and leave.
After the ghost ghost left, the old Taoist priest pushed away the Taoist who was pressing on him, took a big breath, and sat on the ground. After a while, he straightened his friend upright. When he saw the expressions on the faces of the dead Taoists, he was forced to change.
The purity and peace turned into misery. The old Taoist priest was silent for a moment, looked outside, and said to himself:
"The evil spirit is soaring to the sky, but it is also solemn and majestic."
"This monster is going to become a thing."
He turned to look at the hall filled with the founder of Baiyun Temple, and at the Taoist priests who had only human skin left after their death, and said: "In such a situation, I can't just leave. There are no ordinary people outside. It seems that the action
The group and the Taoist sect have discovered that something is not right here, so we can open a forum to do this, let’s give it a try.”
"But it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. The method requires at least an altar and talismans. At present, there is no good wood to make the altar. There is no yellow paper or cinnabar, and there is no way to make talismans. If you are really willing, come and help me."
The old Taoist priest bowed seriously to the room full of dead Taoist priests.
He raised his head.
There was no reaction in sight.
Just as he was laughing at himself, but before he could turn around, he suddenly heard a crackling sound, like thunder shaking in anger.
The ancestor tablets made of the above-mentioned rosewood trees, which were originally neatly arranged, all overturned and fell to the ground. The height was only a little more than one meter, but all these tablets were shattered, and the statues of the ancestors emerged one by one.
Some of the cracks were on the arms, some on the heart, and there were talismans buried inside.
It is the foundation of Baiyun Temple’s fundamental Taoism and the foundation of Yang Yin Divine Soldier Horse.
And the eyes of those Taoists who died shed tears of blood.
When the old Taoist priest saw this scene, he opened his mouth, thinking that the Taoist priests of Baiyunguan used magic to make money and practice Taoism, but now they have to use the collected things to subdue demons. He shook his head and sighed:
"A Taoist priest."
"Don't look at the green and purple embroidered clothes, don't look at the precious food on the plate."
"Cleft the tablets to make an altar, and shed blood and tears to make a talisman."
"Let's take your talisman as a ritual."
"How can I get out of prison? The world is a net, and fame and wealth are a net. You all died, but you gained a pure mind to conquer demons."
He sighed and felt hurt, but he felt a surge of heroism from the bottom of his heart. He made a ritual and said:
"In this case, the old Taoist will follow this hundred-year-old Taoist practice, and finally accompany all fellow Taoists to the Qingwei Conquer Demons and Conquer the Holy Dharma Altar."
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Wei Yuan stared at the ghostly painting in front of him that turned into an old Taoist priest, and realized that he had made a misunderstanding.
I was just trying to figure out whether the old Taoist priest was fine and whether his life was not in danger.
But he didn't calculate where the old Taoist priest was now and what state he was in.
This is because he already knew that the old man was in Baiyun Temple before, so he had a blind spot in his thinking. At the moment, he had no time to think more. This was just a ghost in front of him, but he had no way to guarantee that the tiger would not know, and he could not guarantee that the tiger would not know.
He won't take the initiative to kill him.
He immediately calmed down and the sword in his hand shook.
Directly slashing horizontally, he killed the painted-skinned ghost. The sword energy was so cold that the painted skin shattered into pieces of white paper and fell to the sky. However, Wei Yuan was surprised in his heart. The appearance was just that. What happened to the clothes of this ghost?
They are all so textured, as if they are real.
Before he could think too much, Wei Yuan slashed with the sword in his right hand to protect his body.
Draw symbols in the void with your left hand pointing together.
The fierce flames burned directly to the ashes of the old Taoist monk and the hundred-pin Taoist robe.
Wei Yuan flew out of the window and landed on the ground.
There was silence.
Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes from Baiyun Temple stood behind him, with their arms hanging down, and the wind blew by. Their faces were wrinkled, and they stared at Wei Yuan expressionlessly.
Wei Yuan held the sword and let out a breath.
He is no longer in the situation where he was killed by multiple painted skin slaves in the moonlight.
One breath runs through the sky.
Stomping forward suddenly, he applied the exquisite martial arts skills of the battlefield generals to the eight-sided Han sword in his hand. The sword screamed, slashed vertically and horizontally, and tore out a series of cold light, like a warrior.
Will rush into the enemy's siege.
Warrior-style swordsmanship.
Use Taiping Tao techniques to perform as you wish.
In just a dozen breaths, he was able to carve out a passage in the surrounding area. From a distance, he saw that the barrier was about to open. No matter how regretful Wei Yuan felt in his heart, he had no choice but to fight and retreat outside, but
A trace of suspicion flashed through my heart for a moment.
Since these Taoists are tiger ghosts, why does the tiger not show up, and the intensity of these ghosts does not meet the level of the legend of the tiger, which is the source of the name tiger.
Is it because the tiger's strength has dropped drastically after he abandoned his identity as a land?
After all, he himself is a land of Yanhan, and the so-called land is not actually orthodox.
Real practitioners don't care much about these monsters that will fall with the rise and fall of dynasties. This is the reason.
Or the same story from before?
Wei Yuan thought of Tiger's past and suspected that Tiger was still in the midst of a painful decision, which led to his current state. But for some reason, there was something strange in his heart that he couldn't ignore. The thoughts in his mind were spinning, and the sword in his hand was flying.
After breaking away from the encirclement, he finally stepped onto a high place, Yufeng jumped dozens of meters away.
At present, all the tourists in Baiyun Temple have been evacuated.
The barrier is about to be completely unfolded.
Some real cultivators have already taken the ancient talismans suppressed by the Yingtian Mansion Action Team, and held a magic altar handed down from the past to restrain earthly beings. Wei Yuan's body was like flying lightning. Not long after he rushed out, he turned around and saw
A layer of light that cannot be seen by the naked eye sweeps past.
Like a huge cover, it covers the Baiyun Temple and half of the mountain.
Those ghost Taoists who had died long ago hit the cover, and there were burning marks on their bodies. Along with the blue smoke, they made a burst of chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi out out out out out out of which burn marks appeared on the body.
Wei Yuan looked at Baiyun Temple with complicated emotions.
I don’t know if the old Taoist is okay, and I don’t know where he is now.
Are you trapped, or are you shrewd enough to get out of the trap early by relying on past experience?
Someone brought Wei Yuan to a safe place. A woman with a beautiful face and a gentle expression said: "Master Wei, thank you for your help, eh? Are you injured?" Wei Yuan followed his line of sight and saw a sword on his arm.
Hen, with one enemy and many, forced the charge into the formation. He was not a monk who cultivated his body like Yuan Jue, so he naturally failed without using his trump card.
She said: "Come over here and I will take care of it for you."
Wei Yuan said: "Spell?"
The woman was surprised, then pursed her lips and said with a smile: "No."
She said seriously: "It's a first aid kit."
Wei Yuan was stunned, and immediately watched the soft-faced woman take out a first aid box with a cross label, treat Wei Yuan's wound, spray some disinfectant, and then wrap it up with a bandage. This was regarded as a short-term frontline command center.
Everyone knew that the young man in front of them was taking this risk for this action.
Wei Yuan looked at the screen in front of him and said, "What will you do next?"
A liaison officer replied: "We will use saturation firepower to cover this mountain with more firepower than before. Don't worry, the accuracy of our modern technology can confirm that if we hit his left arm, he will not turn his right leg."
We don’t even plan to level the mountain. In fact, it’s very difficult to flatten this mountain.”
"Even if it is done, the remaining impact will make the surrounding area uninhabitable."
"Then, the true cultivators of the Tianshi Mansion have also prepared the Five Thunder Techniques, which they will cast at the same time."
"There are special efforts to target the Dharma Altar to weaken this tiger's strength."
"Moreover………"
With all the preparations made, it can be felt that this time the importance of the tiger has been raised to an unprecedented level. With the tiger's current state, there should be no problems and he will be dealt with directly.
Wei Yuan saw from the screen that after the orders were issued, modern technological weapons, artillery, and even specialized missiles rushed towards the mountain where Baiyun Temple was located, while those evil spirits were earlier.
Under a wave of individual firepower, it collapsed and died.
At the foot of the mountain, there are members of the special operations team and soldiers from the Shenji Battalion forming a defense line.
To avoid any fish slipping through the net.
This time, I undoubtedly made up my mind that I would never let the tiger escape.
But for some reason, Wei Yuan always felt that something was wrong, and there was a faint worry. With the agreement and the order to fire, his spirit was slightly shaken. From the screen, he saw the second round of firepower pouring in, and the power of modern technology came together.
The explosion is completely different from the age of gods and practitioners.
Wei Yuan looked a little distracted.
Then, a layer of light rose from the Baiyun Temple. It did not resist forcefully, but swept across the sky in a special trajectory. Then, violent explosions exploded continuously, but they did not fall on the Baiyun Temple.
The sky above Baiyun Temple exploded above the mountain range.
A large number of flames rose in the air, vast and magnificent.
The barrier became the bearer of the greatest impact and began to collapse.
This stunning scene was clearly displayed in everyone's eyes. A large number of flames were blooming like flowers, and the white clouds under the fire were covered with red shadows, which had great tension and impact. The bodies of the people delivering the orders were stagnant, and he
Looking at this scene with his eyes, after a long time, not only someone murmured:
"The missile intercepts the trajectory and the gunpowder detonates in advance?"
"It uses mana to build a barrier similar to a missile interception trajectory?"
"This, this, this...this is a monster?!"
This is something that has never been seen before.
The members of the action team, who had already had enough experience and were confident enough, had dense cold sweat on their foreheads.
It was like suddenly entering a nightmare from which I couldn't wake up.
Wei Yuan's pupils shrank, and he suddenly remembered what Jue had said to himself with a smile before, when he was painting oil paintings, 'Because he has lived for a long time, he can learn things very quickly.' The tiger also lived for a long time.
The magnificence of modern technology is because it is a force that everyone can participate in and is most closely connected with the times. This also means that if the demons are willing, they can also learn and master this power.
Missiles and rocket launchers are powerful enough.
But they are still dead objects. Since they can be intercepted by technological means, then magic can also do the same.
However, would a tiger who dwells on the past have such a strong mind, learn and master modern knowledge in a short period of time, and know how to use mana to construct an interception barrier?
Wei Yuan instinctively thought about what the tiger had done, and his thoughts froze slightly.
Suddenly, he realized one thing. After the tiger escaped from trouble, he only did three things, breaking the seal, leaving, and practicing. And because of the files left by the monks in the past, the action team, and Wei Yuan himself had no idea about it.
There is a huge ideological misunderstanding in the tiger’s cognition
The stories he knew were told by the old man.
It is the old man, not the tiger, who is still dwelling on the past grudges!
The pain of choice is the past, not the present!
tread,
tread,
tread
Silent footsteps sounded one after another.
A man in black clothes walked out slowly from Baiyun Temple. He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He was wearing a modern black hoodie and a denim jacket. He had neat short hair and even a pendant in his right ear. His expression was calm and relaxed.
Xu raised his head and watched the firepower of the bombardment increase again.
The five fingers slowly clasped together, and the second artillery fire was intercepted before it reached the effective range.
But at this moment, the altar that had been built to suppress the earthly creatures collapsed.
The dozens of true practitioners who presided over this altar all coughed up blood.
For some reason, they encountered a huge backlash, and the ancient talisman passed down from the Han Dynasty was directly torn apart.
At this time, an indescribable and throbbing coercion overflowed, and a new barrier was generated internally and spread outward. The members of the action team who were originally at the foot of the mountain suddenly found that they could not control their own.
The body suddenly experienced instinctive panic and throbbing.
The sudden change caused everyone to lose the ability to think for a short time. The enemy's change far exceeded their expectations. The woman with a gentle face looked at the ancient urn that had been passed down from generation to generation and lost its light. She subconsciously murmured: "How is it possible? Isn't it a ground creature?
How could the land of the Han Dynasty not be affected?"
"He is a tiger, but he is no longer an earth creature..."
The woman subconsciously looked at the museum owner who was speaking.
Wei Yuan stared closely at the tiger on the screen.
The earth was born only because of the destiny of the country, became strong because of the destiny of the country, and collapsed because of the weakness of the destiny of the country.
Once ordered to be a land creature.
It's like being branded.
Impossible to change.
Unless He has completely left behind his past.
Unless He relied on Himself to overcome the bondage of the earth to Himself and gave up everything.
Unless Yan Han's luck is still spreading on this land, and it is connected with the vertical mark between his eyebrows, which has become the foundation of his current situation.
Unless he directly intercepts enough of the remaining divinity in the Buddha beads and accommodates them all.
Don't be trapped in your heart, don't be confused in your actions, don't be entangled in the past, and don't dwell on grudges.
Buddhism and Taoism blend together.
Cutting off three thousand worries are all false, but the one thought in my heart is the true spirit.
This is no longer a land granted by imperial decree.
The Yan Han Dynasty is dead.
"This is a god, a god."
God?!
Everyone who heard this sentence was stunned. The gods canonized by the dynasty and the real gods are completely two concepts. One is the existence that accompanies the demise of the dynasty, and the other is the myth that has the same life span as China. At this time
, they suddenly realized one thing, that is, people in China have a misunderstanding.
Mistakenly believe that all gods are benevolent.
actually not.
The woman who bandaged Wei Yuan finally came to her senses and asked again.
But he didn't see the figure standing next to him.
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At the foot of the mountain, the monks who were originally on guard against the evil spirits suddenly lost the ability to control themselves. They could only watch the tiger who looked like just a handsome man walking towards him step by step. As he walked, the entire mountain range where Baiyun Temple was located turned into another existence.
With the power of the gods, you can open up your own paradise.
In the end, they despaired that they were trapped in it.
Gods, even weak gods, are still gods.
There was a deathly silence, and the courage briefly lost the brilliance it should have had at this moment. Unlike the earth, when attacking the gods of China, the monks will also encounter the backlash of heaven and earth, fear, hesitation, and the natural suppression when facing the gods.
In the dead silence, only one person still has the ability to move.
The sound of footsteps suddenly exploded like a low drumbeat.
A figure lowered its body, like an arrow from a string, passing through the stiff bodies of the people, and rushed into the barrier created by the tiger himself. When the liaison officer behind saw this scene, he subconsciously said: "Master of the Guard Hall" ?!"
Is he crazy?!
At this moment.
The low sound of the sword sounded like the roar of a dragon.
Wei Yuan swiped his fingers together, but before anyone arrived, a stream of red light shrieked and slashed past him one step ahead.
That was Zhang Daoling's magical sword, which seemed to cut through nothingness.
Several monks who were frightened by the pressure within the barrier were able to break free.
Then, Wei Yuan stepped forward suddenly, paused slightly, clasped the shoulder of the injured person at the back with his left hand, twisted his body to exert force, and used his left arm softly, like hugging a baby, and the wind turned to send it out, while his right hand took advantage of the situation and held the sword, swiftly and violently. Cut out.
The sound of the sword sounded heartily.
Several people who were trapped fell out.
Regardless of worrying about themselves, they turned their heads sharply, and then they all lost their minds. They saw that the man actually stopped the man who looked like a god and a devil. In an instant, two Han-made war swords collided quickly here, and a continuous explosion broke out. The shrill sword cry.
The tiger said slowly: "It's you..."
Hidden between Wei Yuan's brows, the water god's order that he and Wuzhiqi had obtained last night was dispersed. He clearly recalled in his mind the scene that the young Taoist once showed him, cutting off the dragon's veins. At this moment, perhaps he would also cut off the dragon's veins. Once, the fate given to the tiger by Liu Xiu was cut off, and the altar built by the tiger himself was cut off...
Teacher, I hope I haven't forgotten it yet.
Wei Yuan's palms were numb from the shock, but the sword in his palms did not retreat at all.
His eyes overflowed with gold due to the sudden surge of ancient divinity. This time, as a Taoist master of the Taiping Dao, he could control the power as wanton as the ancient Huai River, and his eyes finally turned into gold.
Amidst the exciting clash of swords, he and the tiger pulled back almost at the same time to distance themselves.
The tiger who finally transcended his own mythology looked at the crouching tiger who had accompanied many legends.
Wei Yuan's palms trembled slightly.
At this moment, he noticed the low momentum behind him, and he also understood what it would be like for modern humans to come into contact with the gods who should disappear in the age of gods for the first time. However, without the order given to him by Zhiqi, the power was constantly passing by. He needed Help for these people needs to break their fears and remind them of something other than the fact that 'the gods are not all benevolent'.
Wei Yuan was silent for a moment and exhaled slightly.
Then those people saw that the young-looking owner of the museum was hanging the low and roaring Crouching Tiger Order on his waist.
Seeing the Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand pressing against the ground, he spoke in a low voice, his voice was calm and gentle, with the power to calm people's hearts, and said:
"The tiger was originally a creature of the earth, but later he became a god of heaven. He has tasted blood sacrifices and acted arbitrarily, causing harm to the world."
The voice paused slightly.
Then, a calm and quiet voice fell.
"Crouching Tiger Wei Yuan, come and kill him."
China is the only country in the world that has this misunderstanding.
All gods are benevolent.
That’s because, on this ancient land, throughout the ages, there was Zhuanxu who was able to conquer the sky, King Yu who controlled the water and killed the gods, and Emperor Shihuang who ruled the world. That’s because all the evil gods have been killed!
Cut down mountains and destroy temples!
PS: Today’s update is 6,700 words, so what, it’s two in one...
I can’t seem to write about the conflict that broke out today, so I’m rubbing my eyebrows. Every time I write about wrapping up the thread and a slightly bigger plot, I feel like a waste (smoking)
Hey, how do those people write so well? Is there no upper limit to their growth rate? (Picture of a cat holding a car and holding a wrench.JPG)