In the past few years, Wang Yuan seemed to be reborn, and he had the mental and physical strength to become a hermit. But he knew that his fate was arranged, and as a person who practiced counter-cultivation, his heart must be firm. But will the journey of counter-cultivation be so smooth?
In this life, there are too many regrets and too many dissatisfactions. With one hand, he alone carries the burden and puts it on his shoulders, so he cannot follow his tired mind and continues to walk his own path.
Over the years, while eliminating distracting thoughts, Wang Yuan also consolidated his realm. What made him most brilliant was the jade ax left by Enlightenment.
In the place of Qianxiu, a gentle Buddha's light suddenly rose up, like auspicious clouds rolling and fluttering. A palm-sized jade ax rotated in the palm of Wang Yuan's hand, with the charm flowing and the bright light flashing continuously.
There are eight levels of magic weapons in the human world. The high level of this jade ax made Wang Yuan very excited. It is actually a seventh-level heavenly spiritual weapon! It is second only to the most powerful eighth-level heavenly spiritual treasure.
The jade ax flashed through the Buddha's righteous breath. At this moment, it was as if the Sanskrit chant of awakening sounded in his ears, giving Wang Yuan an illusion. "Awakening, awakening, it seems that this thing was condensed by yourself at the moment of your death.
Magic weapon, why are you doing this?"
The more blessings he received from enlightenment, the deeper the influence of his Dao thoughts. On the contrary, Wang Yuan's own Dao thoughts became doubtful. Immediately, the jade ax flashed and was taken back by Wang Yuan. At this stage, he did not focus on the Dao thoughts.
Once your strength has been honed to the point of being indestructible, you cannot use this most powerful Buddhist magic weapon.
After the jade ax was put away, a relic larger than a pebble appeared. If the Buddha's relic is taken directly, the cultivation level will be greatly improved without exploding the body and dying. But the Buddha's relic is the awakening before death.
Wang Yuan agreed to a previous wish for some unknown reason, which was somewhat inconsistent with his character.
With a slight sigh, the Buddha relics were put away. The room gradually became dark, and the solemn atmosphere of Buddhism dissipated.
Wang Yuan stood up slowly, his consciousness instantly swept out, and his tyrannical consciousness immediately fell on the consciousness of the sect leader and elders.
"I have lent you your sect for several years, and you have fulfilled your promise. I am not a stingy person. This formation was arranged by me. In the future, practicing in this room will get twice the result with half the effort. Well, I'm going!" Wang
Yuan's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a sound of nothingness, echoing in the minds of the sect leader and others.
The master and the elders looked at each other and quickly came to the room where Wang Yuan was practicing. When Wang Yuan left, he set up several "Yin and Yang Spirit Gathering Arrays", but they were not arranged to the limit, but the speed at which they absorbed spiritual energy made the master
Men and others were stunned.
Wang Yuan only stayed in this sect for a few years and could have left. The formation was left behind because Wang Yuan did it casually.
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On the ancient road in the early morning, a thin figure walked from a distance. Facing the light breeze, the man soon appeared on the official road. Upon closer inspection, he turned out to be a young man about twenty years old. This young man was wearing a blue gown.
Wearing on that slender and slightly thin body, he looked a bit frail, as if he was a student who went to the city to take the exam. He had an ordinary appearance, a faint smile appeared, and a pair of clear eyes flashed with a trace of brilliance.
, indescribable charm.
There was an endless stream of people coming and going on the official road, in a hurry. Some were people from nearby villages, coming to the city to buy goods; some were merchants traveling between several cities, driving carriages and flying in groups.
They ran past, kicking up a cloud of dust; some were woodcutters carrying firewood.
This place is within the territory of "Ancheng", located in Ningzhou. It is just a county town and is of medium size. However, the entire city is made of blue stone bricks, which are covered with traces of wind and frost, showing the flexibility of the city over time.
The young man looked at the people on the road. Most of them were in twos and threes. There were not many people walking alone like him. The middle-aged man had a big knife on his back. He glared at the people in front of him with fierce eyes. He must be a martial artist.
The middle man!
Outside Ancheng, there was a simple teahouse, which was only a place for those in a hurry to rest. However, it was full of guests, and the shopkeeper was so full of laughter that he ordered the waiter to quickly add a few tables.
The young man glanced at the teahouse, pondered for a moment, touched the pocket in his arms, and immediately walked over.
"Hey, hey, hey, please come in, little brother!" The waiter's eyes were sharp, and he saw Wang Yuan at a glance, and then stepped forward to greet him with a smile. It was a hot day in this world, and the waiter was still busy, so he could only
I casually wiped the sweat with the coarse cloth hanging around my neck and let it go.
The young man nodded and followed the waiter into the simple shed. But at this time the waiter felt embarrassed. He saw that even the teahouse with tables was full of people, which made the waiter stand there for a long time.
Suddenly, the waiter's eyes lit up, and he saw that one of the seats was still free, and there was only one guest sitting there who was taking a rest and drinking tea, but...
It seemed that the waiter's gaze caught the middle-aged man's attention. The middle-aged man frowned. He picked up the big knife on the opposite side of the table and put it at his feet. Then he lowered his head and drank to himself.
Tea.
The waiter wiped his cold sweat, and after seeing the swordsman's acquiescence, he looked at the young man and opened the way for him to pass.
The young man sat opposite the swordsman, and the waiter was trembling slightly as he waited for the young man's order, so that he could go to the back and bring it to him. However, after waiting for a few seconds, the young man did not open his mouth, and the waiter was almost dying of anxiety!
The middle-aged swordsman paused for a moment, put down the teacup on his lips, looked at the waiter coldly, and shouted: "What are you doing standing here, blocking Sajia's eyes, get out!" The swordsman put down the teacup a little too hard.
, there was a "bang" sound, and although the tea cup did not collapse, most of the tea spilled out.
"Use it objectively and slowly, use it objectively and slowly..." The waiter was startled, nodded and ran away.
At this time, the young man's gentle voice slowly came to mind and said to the waiter who had not run away: "What a nice pot of tea."
After receiving the order, the waiter hurriedly ran into the back of the teahouse, fearing that the swordsman would be angry.
Disputes in the world usually start in teahouses. The waiter has been in this teahouse for many years, and he has seen many scenes where people in the world get into fights over a disagreement. He has no ability, so he can't afford to hide if he can't provoke him.
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The rich shopkeeper leaned behind the counter, fiddling with the abacus in his hands, but his little eyes glanced at the strange table from time to time, his eyelids twitching. He was also worried that the swordsman would cause a dispute, and his hands trembled. Today's account would have to be settled again.
Count it once...
Not long after, the waiter ran over quickly with a pot of herbal tea. Without saying much, he immediately ran away to avoid the disaster star.
The teapot was placed in front of the young man. The young man filled it slowly and tasted it carefully. His movements were elegant and flowing, as if he was a graceful young man.
At the table next to him, a merchant who was on a business trip suddenly whispered to the merchant at the same table: "Third Master, you heard that it is useless. Last night, a group of people set off from Ancheng to leave the caravan overnight, and they all died on the way.
, and there was no intact body, the head was cut off, it’s really terrifying!”
"I've heard about this too. It's so weird! Not only did more than ten people die last night, but they also died in the same manner. I have been walking on this road for more than forty years, and this is the first time I have encountered this.
This strange thing happened. I heard..." The old man who called himself Third Master glanced at the people around him who were eavesdropping, and then said: "I heard that it is a monster causing trouble!"
"Hiss..." Everyone in the teahouse took a breath of cold air, put down their teacups unconsciously, tightened their clothes, and waited for the third master's words.
The young man was slightly startled. At this moment, the person who didn't put down the tea cup was the strangest person, and he was one of them, and the other person was actually the Jianghu swordsman. The scar on the swordsman's face that had gone through many vicissitudes of life wrinkled, looking extremely ferocious. Then,
Slowly putting down the tea cup, I was also attracted by the third master's words.
The Third Master continued: "Recently, Ancheng has spent a lot of money to invite Taoist priests to exorcise the monster. The specific time seems to be tonight!" The Third Master pointed his finger at the table and said excitedly.
"Oh? Taoist priest! If you can catch a glimpse of a Taoist priest exorcising demons, this trip of goods would be worth it!" the merchant sighed.
At this time, the shopkeeper came over with a smile and interjected: "Guests, you don't know everything yet. I have the latest news. I wonder if you are interested in hearing it?"
"What? Then what are you waiting for if you don't tell me?" The merchant glared and said as he laid out a few taels of silver on the table.
The shopkeeper calmly accepted the money, stood in the middle of the crowd, and said as if he was personally there: "Tonight is indeed the time when the Taoist priest sets up an altar to drive away demons, but the location is right here. And... the Taoist priest
As I said, when the altar is set up, you are allowed to watch, but you have to pay a small fee to invite the immortal."
With that said, the shopkeeper glanced at the guests with great pride.
"Is this really happening?"
"Really?"
"You won't lie to us!"
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"Hmph! If you don't believe it, you can go and read the notice on the city gate. Ah Fu, I said, if there is any inaccuracy, you can demolish this store!" The shopkeeper was furious, looking at the many distrustful people.
Eyes, snorted softly, and mortgaged his store.
"Boy, please bring me another pot quickly... no, bring me ten pots of tea. I will drink it until evening!"
"Waiter, bring it over if you have anything to eat, don't wait any longer!"
For a time, many guest officials returned to their seats, and they all whispered to each other about what was going to happen tonight.
The young man smiled and shook his head, sipping his tea. He had no desire to see the "Taoist" exorcism feat. He came here unintentionally, just following fate, and practicing in the world.
, blend into the world of mortals, feel the seven emotions and six desires of the world, and get rid of your own messy thoughts.
The swordsman drank tea one after another. Finally, he put down the teacup, picked up the sword, walked out of the shed, and landed lightly on a tree outside the teahouse. He began to close his eyes and wait, actually wanting to stay here and watch.
Taoist priests exorcise demons!
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