Ask about the Immortal Way

Fujiangkou.

On a rock, several people stood with their hands down, looking to the east.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared on the sea, and a man came riding a lion.

"See your Lord."

Ming Yue Wei bowed and saluted, and suddenly felt something strange. Then he saw that the black lion was actually a great sage of the demon clan.

The Black Lion is the master's mount. They have not yet been allowed to worship at Qingyang Temple, their status is not much better, and their cultivation is far inferior to that of the Black Lion.

The Ming Yue Guard did not dare to show any slightness and saluted the black lion again.

The black lion snorted and raised his head, looking arrogant.

"How's your investigation going?"

Qin Sang rode the black lion and landed on the rocks and asked.

One of the Ming Yue Guards immediately stepped forward and presented a jade slip, saying: "Your Majesty, we have followed your Majesty's orders and made thorough arrangements."

Qin Sang himself stayed in the East China Sea recently, and it was his external incarnation that gave the orders.

At the moment, I was busy with other things in Zhongzhou, so I couldn't make it in time.

Qin Sang stopped looking at the jade slips and looked towards the Central Plains.

The Holy King's Palace collapsed, and the Blue Fox Holy King disappeared. This proved from the side that the two god-transforming monks were deeply affected by the demonic sound of heaven, and even if they did not ascend, they would not be able to escape.

He provoked civil strife among the demon clan in the East China Sea, and his external incarnation was not idle either. He secretly investigated the three religious alliances, trying to find some clues.

For the current plan, he could only visit two fellow Taoists in person.

"You go ahead and get ready."

Qin Sang waved his hand and dismissed the Ming Yue Guards.

"As you command!"

Ming Yue Wei was ordered to leave.

Qin Sang rode the black lion onto the land and headed straight for Ganlu Temple with a clear goal.

The journey was uneventful.

Qin Sang did not visit Ganlu Zen Monastery directly, but appeared in the back mountain, standing on a hilltop and looking at the peaks shrouded in mist.

“What a Zen temple!”

Qin Sang admired.

The incarnation outside the body has been in and out of Ganlu Temple many times, but this is the first time for Qin Sang to see the scene of Ganlu Temple with his own eyes.

The top sects in Zhongzhou are indeed uniquely endowed.

Bu Nian Shan is even worse than here.

I think back then, the two Southern Barbarian states where the Wuxiang Immortal Sect was located should have been better than the Zhongzhou, but it was a pity that they were destroyed by the devil.

"Do you want to take over this dojo?" asked the black lion on the side.

Qin Sang glanced at Black Lion. Didn't this guy know that there was a saint in Ganlu Temple, so he would pretend to be stupid to please his master? No wonder he can cultivate to the late stage of transformation and become a first-class mount.

He used his eyesight to look at one of the peaks.

The monastery of Buddhist saints - Xiaofangcun Mountain.

These mountains obviously exist, but they cannot be seen clearly. The line of sight is blocked by an invisible force.

Here, Qin Sang couldn't sense the aura of the demonic spirit or the aura of the god-transforming monks, so he secretly spied on it for a while with the help of his Heavenly Eye Butterfly magical power, and sat down cross-legged.

One month later.

Suddenly, dozens of golden rays of light flew up from Ganlu Temple, lingered in front of the mountain, and headed southwest.

There were all disciples of the Zen monastery in the light, and the leader was a fat monk with a bulging belly and a wine gourd hanging around his waist. He was always smiling, just like the Maitreya Buddha enshrined in a Buddhist temple.

The fat monk was in an abyss as deep as the sea, and there was no magic weapon he was riding on. He walked in the air, his pace was slow but his speed was extremely fast. The novice behind him tried his best to keep up.

Compared with the fat monk, these little novice monks seemed much thinner. They all had red faces and used various magic weapons to chase after them. Only a few of them looked as normal.

Judging from their cultivation, except for the fat monk, there are only two young monks in the Golden Elixir stage, and the rest only have cultivation in the Foundation Establishment stage.

The fat monk led his team and flew in the air. Along the way, he encountered practitioners who stopped to salute him with respectful expressions. Those who were familiar with him smiled and said, "This time the disciples are undergoing training, and the Venerable Jingding is personally protecting the Dharma." .”

The fat monk opened the wine gourd, took a sip, shook his head and sighed, "A poor monk is destined to work hard."

The man looked at the disciples behind him, nodded and praised, "They are all of good quality."

In order to take care of his disciples, the fat monk stopped several times on the way and crossed countless mountains and rivers until he came to a mountain ridge with no human habitation for hundreds of miles.

Outsiders cannot see anything unusual about this mountain.

The fat monk picked up the wine gourd and tipped it downwards. A stream of clear water flew out. When it fell into the mountains, it turned into a heavy rain and crackled for a while.

After the rain, the peaks are fresh and natural, with clear green vegetation and the faint fragrance of wine.

Looking at the central peak again, the scenery is completely different. It seems that some kind of seal has been unlocked, revealing its original appearance. The peak cracked in the middle, and a stream of dark red smoke continued to emerge. Finally, it was blocked by some force at the top of the mountain and gathered into a red cloud, accompanied by a strange mixture of hot and cold atmosphere.

Seeing Hong Yun, the disciples behind him were expecting and curious.

The fat monk shook the wine gourd, feeling a little sad, "You remember the rules of this trial better than an old monk like me. To be able to stand out from so many brothers, you should consider that the opportunity is hard-won. Don't play with it, go Bar!"

After that, the fat monk fell on a huge rock in the mountains.

The boulder was as flat as a stone bed. The fat monk lay down on the spot, crossed his legs, supported the back of his head with one hand, took a sip of wine from the gourd in the other hand, and closed his eyes beautifully.

"Master, the abbot said that you are trapped by a bottleneck because of your lack of determination and should take the precepts."

The two young monks landed next to the stone bed. One of them said with a serious frown and a frown.

"To learn the root of wisdom as a teacher and student, there is no need to take precepts."

The fat monk shook his head.

The two looked at each other with helpless expressions on their faces. They could only greet the disciples, walk through the red smoke, and enter the mountain crevice.

The smoke became thicker as we went deeper, making it impossible to see. Fortunately, my consciousness was not affected much.

The novice monks only felt that the space became wider as they went deeper, and they didn't know how far underground they were. The two people leading the way stopped and stood on a platform, "Okay, my junior brother and I are waiting for you here. This Hongyun Dharma Land There are opportunities and dangers. If you encounter danger, crush the jade talisman. We will rescue you, but we will also lose your qualifications. Please think twice."

After saying that, the two men waved their sleeves.

Just hearing a scream, all the novice monks felt that the world was spinning and they didn't know where they were thrown.

Not to mention the respective opportunities below.

The fat monk lay on the stone bed, not chanting sutras, but taking a sip of wine and looking at the sky from time to time. He was very comfortable.

This experience will take at least ten days to complete.

The fat monk drank extraordinary wine. He squinted his eyes and worked secretly, breathing evenly, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, the stone bed beneath him shook violently. The fat monk suddenly opened his eyes and realized that it was not the stone bed that was moving, but the whole mountain was shaking!

"what happened?"

The fat monk was shocked and doubtful. This Hongyun Law Land had been a place of trial for more than a thousand years, and there had never been any trouble.

His mind was spinning, and he suddenly remembered that before it was selected as the place of trial, the Hongyun Law Land was once a forbidden area for the sect. There were not only strange red smoke but also ancient remnants of formations in the depths.

After many years of investigation by experts from the sect, the danger was eliminated.

"Is there something else hidden under the remaining formation?"

The fat monk did not dare to neglect, summoned a fine iron Zen staff, jumped into the crevice of the mountain, and rushed to the platform. Unable to sense the disciple's breath, his expression became darker, he raised the Zen staff and smashed it down hard.

‘Uh-huh! ’

The Zen staff broke through the air, shot out a golden cloud, turned into a golden Zen staff several times the size, pierced through the smoke, and fell straight down.

The Zen staff opens the way.

The figure of the fat monk fell sharply.

Unexpectedly, just after falling not far away, a loud rumble was heard below, like a landslide and a tsunami.

The fat monk's heart skipped a beat, and he looked closely and saw thick smoke rising into the sky. The smoke was not red, but as black as ink. Deep in the black smoke, there were faint pieces of silk-like things floating, and runes flickered. , seems to be some kind of fragment.

He is responsible for guarding this Hongyun Law Land, so he naturally knows what it is.

"No, the remaining formation has changed!"

The black smoke came fiercely, and the silk was entangled like a spiritual snake.

The fat monk was shocked. He immediately crushed the wooden plaque around his waist, raised his Zen staff and smashed it down hard, and then summoned a jade mirror, which spread white light all over.

The black smoke was extremely powerful and swept across the white light in an instant, swallowing up the monk and his Zen staff.

The moment the wooden sign shattered.

Thousands of miles away from Hongyun Dharma.

An old monk wearing bamboo sticks and mango shoes was begging for alms in the mortal world. He suddenly raised his head and looked to the west, and his figure suddenly disappeared. The host just happened to come out with vegetable buns. He thought he was dazzled, rubbed his eyes and called out to Bodhisattva.

Not long after.

The old monk appeared above Hongyun, overlooking the Hongyun Dharma Land.

At this time, one could already faintly see the black air surging in the red smoke.

The old monk glanced at it, frowned slightly, and grasped the hand holding the alms bowl. The wooden alms bowl radiated purple light and turned into a purple gold alms bowl. It was turned upside down, and a purple light pierced the red smoke like a sharp arrow.

Sensing the aura of the fat monk, his expression moved slightly and he appeared in the mountain peak.

The fat monk was waving his Zen staff, changing several techniques one after another, and rushing forward. If something changes here, the disciples may be in bad luck, but he has the responsibility of looking after him and has to save him.

But he couldn't see that at the source of the black smoke, there were several figures sitting cross-legged in the ancient remnant formation, casting spells, and there was a majestic black lion next to them.

Suddenly, the black lion opened its eyes, shook its hooves, and rushed out.

At this time, the old monk had also rushed into the black smoke and was approaching the fat monk.

He was more perceptive than the fat monk. He noticed something and suddenly shouted: "Who dares to do something evil in the Central Plains!"

When he turned the alms bowl in his hand, there was unexpectedly a bowl full of clear water inside. Even though the alms bowl was standing up, not a drop of water was poured out. It was like a mirror, reflecting the shadow of a black lion.

Despite his busy schedule, he did not forget to use secret techniques to warn the sect.

The moment the black lion was illuminated, there was an evil wind blowing nearby.

The black lion looked fierce, raised its giant claw and slapped the old monk fiercely. The tip of the claw shone with cold light and was as sharp as a knife, tearing apart the old monk's protective essence. It was a killing move.

The old monk snorted coldly, and the string of Buddhist beads on his body suddenly broke off, and yellow wooden beads shot towards the black lion. The shapes of these wooden beads changed, and they were actually carved with Buddhas. Each Buddha was lifelike and had different postures.

The Buddha's light surged.

A statue of Buddha actually appeared in front of the black lion, and everyone stared at him angrily.

In the dark, it seems that the real Buddha is shouting in the black lion's ears. The Buddha statue changes from virtual to real, and when it moves, it will have the power of thunder. It will strike first and attack the black lion together.

The black lion roared angrily, shook its neck, and a dozen heads grew out of thin air. They aimed at the Buddhas, opened their big mouths, sprayed black light, and forced the Buddhas back. At the same time, the front paws penetrated at a faster speed. Chest towards the old monk.

Just listen to the sound of 'dang'.

The purple gold alms bowl appeared in front of the old monk's chest at some point, blocking the black lion's claws. The old monk shuddered and flew back dozens of feet. He looked at the black lion with surprise on his face, "Friend Black Lion, is that you?"

"You humans are so ambitious that you dare to murder the Holy King and yet you will not die!" The black lion randomly found a reason, knocked the wooden Buddha apart, and bullied him.

The old monk was surprised when he heard this, "What's wrong with you..."

Just as he was about to say the words, he suddenly realized that with the temperament of the demon fox, he probably did not tell his subordinates the inside story. It is a pity that this black lion is so loyal to her!

The black lion refused to listen to his judgment and fought to death.

The old monk tossed and turned and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a chill coming over him. He saw a familiar figure again and was even more surprised, "Taoist Master Qingfeng?"

At this time, Qin Sang himself was standing outside the mountain crevice and had sealed off the battlefield. No matter how powerful the old monk was, he could not escape.

He did not intervene in the fight, but looked in the direction of Ganlu Temple. The warning from the old monk had been sent back.

Ganlu Zen Temple.

Master Xingji was discussing matters with a senior monk.

Suddenly, the abbot's attendant came to report, "Senior Brother Jingding is warning that something has changed in the Hongyun Dharma Land."

"Hongyunfadi?"

Master Xingji and the eminent monk looked at each other.

The eminent monk said: "Today is a training day for the disciples of the Zen Academy... The threat in that forbidden area has been eliminated long ago. How could something happen and Jingding can't deal with it?"

Master Xingji stood up and said: "Junior brother, please follow me..."

Before he spoke, Master Xingji's expression softened slightly and he said with a smile: "Senior Brother Xingren has been traveling in the world of mortals. He is near the Hongyun Dharma Land. He has already passed by."

"Senior Brother Xingren is here, so everything should be fine."

The eminent monk nodded.

Master Xingji gave the order and sat down again.

Senior Brother Xingren was a late Nascent Soul practitioner, second only to him. If he hadn't been so devoted to Buddhism, he had transformed into mortals and walked around the world many times, up to nearly a hundred years at a time, delaying his practice, and he might have reached the bottleneck of transforming into gods earlier than he did.

Thinking of this, Master Xingji suddenly felt heavy. What's the point of talking about becoming a god now?

Putting away his distracting thoughts, Master Xingji was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed and he said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Xingren is in danger!"

As they spoke, the two of them had already appeared outside the mountain gate. At the same time, a bell rang in the temple, a whooshing sound broke through the air, and escaping lights shot out one after another.

Master Xingji and other people with the highest cultivation level took the first step, and the others followed.

In the past, Master Xingji would have to think carefully about whether an old enemy might come to cause trouble, but now he no longer has to consider the threat of the gods.

Hongyun Dharma Land is not far from Ganlu Zen Monastery.

Master Xingji and others soon saw the mountain with thick smoke. What came out of it was not red clouds, but bursts of black smoke. The internal energy was chaotic. It was obvious that someone was fighting.

Looking at the aura of this place, it turns out that Senior Brother Xingren is at a disadvantage and is in danger!

The monks summoned the magic weapon and rushed into the Dharma Land, but they had not yet seen the situation clearly.

Suddenly I heard a sigh behind me.

"Is Fellow Taoist Huiguang no longer in this world?"

Master Xingji turned around in horror, only to see a Taoist priest standing behind them.

Qin Sang's eyes looked a little lonely.

Something has happened to the great monk in the sect, and he has been unable to escape. Due to emotions and reasons, the god-transformation monk should also show up to help.