W Monk Bazin's voice was dry: "How come there are demon spirits and gods coming here? Our affairs have nothing to do with the demon sect. What are they two doing here?"
Gu Tuo forced himself to calm down: "They may not be coming for us. Didn't they say they were waiting for someone before? They might leave when they wait.
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Bazin was still unsure: "The two big demons are no small matter. Will they notice us if we stay here for a long time?"
Gu Gutuo was quite confident about this and smiled proudly: "You don't know, there was an incredible treasure in ancient times, which was shaped like a big bowl containing good fortune. The ancestor of my master's sect was fortunate enough to enter the fairyland in that bowl and visit it. When he came back Later, I never forgot it, so I spent countless efforts to imitate the divine bowl to forge this difficult-to-ring bell. It has been passed down from generation to generation, and has been blessed by the magic of all the ancestors of our sect. We hide in the Bell Spirit Realm, and immortal Buddhas may not descend to the earth. You can see through this treasure. Even if you can see through it, it doesn't matter. Just two demon spirits and gods may not be able to break this treasure bell! Don't worry."
Bazan felt relieved, stopped talking nonsense, and stopped interrogating the prisoners. He sat respectfully beside Gutuo and quietly watched the situation in the temple.
They were not kept waiting for too long. Half an hour later, there was the sound of footsteps. A white-faced scholar walked into the courtyard of Shuangshuanghuanxi Temple with his hands behind his back. The two demon spirits and gods immediately took away the demon pills as soon as they saw the visitor. The black-faced man With a respectful expression, he stood up and bowed meticulously, saying loudly: "Old Hei pays homage to the Lord!"
Due to his personality, although Xiao Qiu also gave salutes, his movements were careless. He stood up straight before his lord could tell him not to do so: "My lord, you are already doing your job, why did you come here? Brother Hei and I have been waiting for you for a long time. "
Bazan and Gu Gutuo looked at each other again. This inconspicuous poor guy turned out to be the master of two big demons? Unless he was the head of Tianzong or the legendary demon sage!
The white-faced scholar raised his hand and threw a jade jewel. Lao Hei, the demon spirit god, caught it and frowned: "The true story of Mount Li?"
The other demon spirit god blinked: "What's going on? Have you met someone from Lishan?"
Fan Monk and Toutuo, who were hiding in the non-ringing bell, used their eyes to look at Hei Fengsha's hand. There was no doubt that it was Lishan's true destiny tablet. There were obvious cracks on the destiny tablet, and it was obvious that the owner of the destiny tablet had activated the inner magic. The great magical power of the seal. The two of them were surprised and at the same time felt a little at ease: the white-faced scholar was holding this object. At least it showed that he was also a demon disciple, and everyone was of the same mind.
Sure enough, the white-faced scholar sneered and said: "There are righteous people hanging around nearby. I didn't want to be troublesome, but I didn't expect to meet a real person from Lishan. He didn't know whether to live or die, so I helped him, and I came a little late."
The two demons and gods had different reactions. Lao Hei frowned and pondered how to deal with Li Shan's big trouble; Xiao Qiu cursed and wished he could jump out now and find a few more righteous people to kill, while the white-faced scholar waved his hand. He said directly: "In short, this place has become a place of right and wrong. You two help me complete the spell and leave as soon as possible."
With that said, the white-faced scholar walked towards the main hall, but when he reached the entrance of the main hall, he suddenly stopped and turned his head slightly as if he was feeling something. After a moment, he laughed "hehehe". But the laughter did not mean happiness at all. .
Xiao Qiu's eyes were full of surprise. After looking at each other with Lao Hei, he stepped forward and asked, "Didn't you say you were preparing our spell? Why are you laughing?"
"I laugh at the decline of the Immortal Sect. What kind of young people can be bullied at will, and what kind of shameless thieves dare to steal our things. What I laugh at is that someone is making trouble on Tai Sui's head!"
As soon as the laughter subsided, the white-faced scholar swung his sleeves, and suddenly there was a sound of howling ghosts and wolves in the temple. A young man in black appeared out of thin air. Holding a small incense burner in his hands, he bowed to the scholar and said, "Greetings to me."
Lord, serve my Lord!”
The face of the young man in black was stern, and the evil energy around him was rising like a dense cloud of substance. The surrounding area for several miles was filled with a chill as he appeared! Just with this ghost power, this boy's cultivation is not weaker than that of the Aquarius Realm.
Home.
He claimed to be a descendant of the Immortal Sect, and he was a slave of a great demon and a fierce ghost. Coupled with his inexplicable laughter, Gutuo and Bazan were shocked and confused at the same time, unable to figure out what the other party was.
After looking at the small incense burner again, Gutuo said in a low voice: "Dou Kui Ming Mingzun! Is there any successor to the Dou Kui Sect?"
Ming Ming Zun is a treasure in the genealogy. Anyone with poor recognition skills can recognize this object. Everyone knows that Ming Ming Zun can summon ghosts, but no one has seen what the Dou Kuizong will do when it activates the Bao Zun.
In Gutuo's view, the white-faced scholar waved his sleeves and the evil ghost in black robe appeared holding the statue. It was he who urged Ming Mingzun to summon the ghost.
The white-faced scholar held Doukui Zun in his hand, raised his head and said to the air: "I know, you can see me. I dare to ask, do you recognize this statue? If you do, I will ask again: Why did you touch me Doukui without permission?
Ancestor of the sect, Faji! Who is it that uses our sect’s Dharma altar to act? Please show up and meet us, so that everyone can explain clearly in person.”
In the territory of Nanming Zhongling, Fanseng Bazan had little knowledge and did not know Mingming Zun at all. After Gutuo explained it in a few words, he suddenly realized. The matter seemed to be more clear. He was using the altar to spread evil practices.
, as a result, the disciples of the Doukui Sect also came here, looking for the sect’s altar to practice their magic.
Since he is a direct descendant of the orthodox sect, he will naturally be aware that his Dharma altar is being used by others. When encountering such taboo matters, any disciple of the sect will turn against him and ask questions.
Bazin looked at Gutuo, who said, "Just let him shout. Don't pay attention. What can you do to me?"
It was impossible to call someone out with just two sentences, and it was expected that no one showed up. The white-faced scholar was not upset and continued: "Although I am unworthy, I cannot sit back and watch my master's foundation be manipulated at will."
"Ignore it." Before he finished speaking, the white-faced scholar seemed to have discovered something else, and sneered "hehe": "What a trick! He actually connected this main hall with the altar of the deadlock. Anyone who steps into the main hall,
As long as you don't like it, you can just throw it into the altar and let the altar guards deal with it."
With that said, the white-faced scholar took three of his subordinates and strode into the palace: "Do you like me, Your Excellency? Do you want to throw me into the altar as well?"
After waiting for a moment and getting no response, the white-faced scholar stopped talking for the time being. Using his sword as a pen and the ground as paper, and his natal essence as the cinnabar on the tip of his pen, he quickly drew thirteen talismans on the bluestone floor of the hall.
The suffocating wind blowing constantly on the sword, the ghost talismans and evil seals on the ground that are gradually taking shape, and which are completely different from the Taoist edicts, all clearly indicate that he comes from the evil sect and is an out-and-out demon!
No one in this world has long known what the true teachings of the Doukui Sect are, and there are no flaws in using the Yin Feng passed down by Lan Qi to pretend to be true.
The talisman seal was formed, and the white-faced scholar sheathed his sword: "If my fellow Taoist still refuses to show up within the cup of tea, I will destroy this altar with a talisman, and everyone will disperse!"
After saying this, the white-faced scholar sat cross-legged and said no more.
By activating Ming Ming Zun, he could see through the mystery of the hall at a glance, and use evil magic to make seals. The identity of the white-faced scholar as the successor of Dou Kui was confirmed. Fan Monk Bazin hesitated and said to Gu Tuo: "Maybe the Venerable activated the spell to make seals.
They all entered the talisman altar. What if the boy is not good at studying and the talisman soldiers don't recognize him? Even if he can enter and exit calmly, it will not harm us."
"The altar of the head is an altar for summoning ghosts. It is not a treasure used directly to kill people. The strength of the talisman in it is limited. The previous battle with those righteous monks has already consumed a lot. Now we have to deal with those two demon spirits.
Even the gods have not yet won, let alone the black-robed ghost and the white-faced scholar! If the Dharma altar cannot support them, it will be destroyed."
Gu Tuo said in a deep tone: "But the spell taught by the master has not been completed yet. The altar must not be damaged at all now. Besides, how can he not be good at learning?"
Bazan frowned: "But the pretty boy would rather destroy the altar than let us use it, so what should we do?"
"Because of this, we can't even beat them into the altar. It won't hurt anyone, but it will kill the grudge. The current matter may not be unsolvable."
Bazan understood the meaning of Gutuo's words: "Are you planning to go out and talk to them? Please think twice, Your Majesty, these people are evil villains. We have touched the Dharma foundation left by his ancestor.
How could he be willing to let it go, and how could he listen to your explanation?"
"That's not necessarily true. Back then, when the Doukui Sect conquered the world, wasn't it ultimately destroyed by those cultivators who claimed to be righteous? Nowadays, the righteous cultivators are his enemies. After all, everyone has the same hatred. And can't you see that?
What? How could he want to destroy this altar? Don’t let it be considered as such! If you talk about it like this, you should know that he is not the only one who can destroy the altar in one fell swoop! I still have the Difficult Bell in hand, so I really want to do it.
You may not be afraid of him."
Only Gutuo himself understood that he took the trouble to explain the truth one by one. It was not so much to explain the doubts to the monk, but to cheer himself up. It was obvious to Gutuo what kind of ruthless character that white-faced boy was.
I really don't want to deal with him, but with the strict order of the master, the spell must not fail. Thinking about the methods the master uses to punish his disciples, Gutuo only feels a chill down his spine.
After finishing his verbose words, Gutuo gritted his teeth, chanted the formula and jumped out of the Nanming Bell, then laughed and said: "I misunderstood, I really misunderstood, fellow Taoist, don't be offended, Guduo is a disciple of the living Buddha Sect of Eternal Spring Sand Sand"
I’ve met the master of Doukui Immortal Sect!”
'Your Majesty, be careful in everything. You don't have to worry as I am here to guard you.' Fan Seng Bazan wanted to say this, but he didn't expect that a bright light flashed in front of his eyes. Then he saw that he was also pulled by Gu Tuo to the main hall of Shuangshuang Huanxi Temple.
Inside, he was cursing loudly in his heart, but he was respectful and bowed to the white-robed scholar in front of him: "The poor monk is Bazan, the abbot of Dazanke Temple in Honggu, Xinchang. He has seen the Dharma Master of the Immortal Family."
When these two people appeared, what happened to Su Jing's eyes was this: On the bell stand in the corner of the hall, an inconspicuous little dusty bell jumped lightly, and Toutuo and Fanseng landed on the ground.
The bell also fell into the hands of Toutuo.
The white-faced scholar looked at the two monks and nodded.
Gutuo asked politely again: "Dare you ask the friend immortal's title of treasure?"
"Wu Shangyi." The white-faced scholar borrowed the name of another demon spirit god in the Great Saint Jue, paused for a moment, and issued the order: "Kill them all." Welcome to your support, which is my greatest motivation.
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