Ask Immortal Way

"Ask the Immortal Way"

Fu Jiangkou.

On a reef, several people stood with their hands down, looking east.

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

"See my lord."

Mingyuewei bowed to salute, and suddenly felt something strange, and then saw that the black lion was actually a great sage of the monster race.

The black lion is the master's mount, they have not yet been allowed to worship in the Qingyang temple, their status is not much better, and their cultivation is far inferior to the black lion.

Mingyuewei didn't dare to neglect in the slightest, and saluted the black lion again.

The black lion snorted, raised its head, and looked arrogant.

"How is your investigation going?"

Qin Sang landed on the rock on a black lion and asked.

One of Mingyuewei immediately stepped forward and presented a jade slip, saying: "Report to the lord, we have followed the lord's order and made a comprehensive arrangement."

Qin Sang's deity stayed in the East China Sea recently, and it was the incarnation outside the body who gave the orders.

At this moment, the avatar was busy with other things in Zhongzhou, so he couldn't come in time.

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

The Holy King's Palace was overturned, and the Holy King of the Green Fox disappeared, which proves that the two cultivators who turned into gods were deeply influenced by the magic sound of heaven, and even if they hadn't ascended, they couldn't escape.

He provoked civil strife among the demon clan in the East China Sea, and his incarnation outside him was not idle, secretly investigating the Three Religions Alliance, trying to find some clues.

For now, he can only visit two fellow Taoists face to face.

"Go ahead and get ready."

Qin Sang waved his hands and sent Mingyuewei away.

"Obey!"

Ming Yuewei was ordered to leave.

Qin Sang set foot on land on a black lion, with a clear goal, heading straight for Ganlu Temple.

Nothing happened.

Qin Sang did not visit the Ganlu Temple directly, but appeared in the back mountain, standing on a hilltop, 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 the Ganlu Temple many times, but this is the first time that Qin Sang has seen the weather of the Ganlu Temple with his own eyes.

Zhongzhou's top sect is indeed uniquely endowed.

Bu Nian Shan is even worse than here.

Back then, the Nanman 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 evil catastrophe.

"Is the master going to occupy this dojo?" asked the black lion beside him.

Qin Sang glanced at the black lion, doesn't this guy know that there are saints in Ganlu Temple, so he would pretend to be stupid to please his master. It's no wonder that he can practice to the late stage of transformation, and being a mount is also the first class.

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

Buddhist Saint Dojo - Xiaofangcunshan.

These mountains are clearly real, but they cannot be seen clearly, and the line of sight is blocked by an invisible force.

Here, Qin Sang couldn't sense the demonic aura and the aura of the cultivator who transformed himself into a god, so he used his celestial eye butterfly power to spy on it for a while, and then sat cross-legged.

after one month.

Dozens of golden rays of light suddenly flew up from the Ganlu Temple, wandered back in front of the mountain, and headed southwest.

Among the light escapes are all disciples of the Buddhist monastery, and the leader is a fat monk with a bulging belly and a wine gourd hanging from his waist. He is always smiling, just like the Maitreya Buddha enshrined in a Buddhist temple.

The big fat monk was as deep as the sea, and he was not seen using any magic weapon to stride in the air. His steps were obviously slow, but his speed was extremely fast. The novice behind him tried his best to barely keep up.

Compared with the big fat monk, these little novice monks seemed much weaker. They all blushed and used all kinds of magic weapons to chase after them. Only a few of them looked normal.

Looking at his cultivation, except for the fat monk, there are only two young monks in the Jindan stage, and the rest are only in the foundation stage.

The big fat monk led the team and flew in the sky. When they encountered practitioners along the way, they all stopped and saluted him with respectful expressions. .”

The fat monk opened the wine gourd, took a sip, shook his head and sighed, "The poor monk just works hard."

The man sized up the disciples behind him, nodded in praise and said, "They are all of good quality."

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

Outsiders can't see the abnormality of this mountain.

The fat monk picked up the wine gourd and dumped it downwards. A stream of clear water flew out, and when it fell into the mountain, it turned into a torrential rain, with a burst of crackling.

After the rain, the peaks are fresh and natural, the vegetation is green, and there is a faint fragrance of wine.

Looking at the peak in the center again, the scenery is completely different. It seems that some kind of seal has been untied, showing its original appearance. There was a crack in the middle of the peak, and a dark red smoke came out continuously, and finally was blocked by some force on the top of the mountain, converging into a group of red clouds, accompanied by a strange aura of hot and cold.

Seeing the red cloud, the disciples behind were both looking forward and curious.

The big fat monk shook the wine gourd, feeling a bit pained, "You guys remember the rules of this trial better than me, an old monk. To be able to stand out from so many brothers and sisters, you should think that the opportunity is hard-won, don't play tricks, go Bar!"

After all, the fat monk fell on a boulder in the middle of the mountain.

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

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

Those two young monks landed beside the stone bed, one of them said with a serious frown.

"As a teacher and a student, you have the root of wisdom, and you don't need to take precepts."

The fat monk shook his head.

The two looked at each other, with helplessness on their faces, they could only greet the disciples, walked through the red smoke, and entered the mountain crevice.

The smoke gets thicker the deeper you go, and you can't see things. Fortunately, the influence of spiritual consciousness is not great.

All the novice monks only felt that the deeper the space was, the wider the space became. They didn't know how far they went underground. The two leading the way in front stopped and stood on a platform, "Okay, my junior brother and I are waiting for you here. There are chances and dangers, if you encounter danger, crush the jade talisman, I will rescue myself, but I will also lose my qualifications, please think twice."

After finishing speaking, the two waved their sleeves violently.

Hearing a burst of screams, all the novice monks felt dizzy and didn't know where they were thrown.

Not to mention the respective opportunities below.

The fat monk was lying on the stone bed, not chanting scriptures, drinking a sip of wine and looking at the sky from time to time, which was very pleasant.

This experience will take at least ten days to end.

The big fat monk drank not ordinary wine, squinted his eyes, worked secretly, breathed evenly, as if about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, the stone bed under him shook violently, the fat monk suddenly opened his eyes, and found that it wasn't the stone bed that moved, the whole mountain was shaking!

"what happened?"

The fat monk was in doubt, this Red Cloud Law Land had been used as a trial place for more than a thousand years, and there had never been any troubles.

His thoughts turned, and he suddenly remembered that before he chose it as the trial site, the Red Cloud Law Land was once a forbidden area of ​​the sect, and there were not only strange red smoke in the depths, but also ancient remnants.

After many years of investigation by the masters of the Zongmen, the danger was ruled out.

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

The fat monk didn't dare to be negligent, so he called out a fine iron Zen staff, jumped into the crevice of the mountain, and rushed to the platform. He couldn't sense the disciple's breath, and his expression became more serious. He raised the Zen staff, and slammed it down hard.

'Shua! '

The Zen stick pierced through the air, shooting out a golden glow, which turned into a golden Zen stick several times the size, piercing through the smoke, and falling straight down.

The Zen stick opens the way.

The figure of the fat monk fell sharply.

Unexpectedly, just after falling not far away, I suddenly heard a loud rumbling sound below, like a landslide and tsunami.

The fat monk's heart jumped, and he saw thick smoke billowing into the sky when he fixed his eyes. The smoke was not red, but as black as ink. In the depths of the black smoke, there were faint pieces of silk-like things floating, and the runes flickered , seems to be some kind of fragmentation.

He is in charge of guarding this Red Cloud Law Land, so he naturally knows what it is.

"Not good, the remnant formation has changed!"

The black smoke is menacing, coiling up like a snake.

The fat monk was shocked, and immediately crushed the wooden plaque on his waist, raised his Zen staff and smashed it down hard, and called out a jade mirror, which sprinkled white light all over.

The black smoke was extremely tyrannical, sweeping across the white light in an instant, engulfing the monk and his Zen staff.

The moment the wooden sign shattered.

Thousands of miles away from Hongyun Fadi.

An old monk with a bamboo stick and straw sandals, who was begging for alms in the mortal world, suddenly looked up to the west, and his figure suddenly disappeared. The owner happened to come out with vegetable buns, thinking he was dazzled, rubbed his eyes, and shouted Bodhisattva.

Not long.

The old monk appeared in the sky above the red cloud, overlooking the land of the red cloud.

At this moment, one could faintly see faint black air surging in the red smoke.

The old monk took a glance, frowned slightly, grasped the hand holding the alms bowl, the wooden alms bowl shone with purple light, turned into a purple gold alms bowl, turned upside down, and a purple awn 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 in a flash.

The fat monk was waving his Zen stick, changing several spells one after another, and rushing forward. This place has changed, and the disciples may be more or less fortunate, but he has the responsibility of taking care of him, so he has to save him.

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

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

At this time, the old monk had already rushed into the black smoke, approaching the fat monk.

He was sharper than the big fat monk, when he noticed something, he suddenly shouted: "Where is the evildoer, dare to do something in the Central Plains!"

Turning the alms bowl in his hand, the alms bowl was full of clear water at some point, even when the alms bowl stood upright, there was not a single drop of clear water poured out, like a mirror, reflecting the phantom of a black lion.

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

The moment the black lion was illuminated, there was a bad wind blowing from the left and right.

The black lion was ferocious, raised its huge claws and slapped the old monk fiercely. The claws shone coldly and were as sharp as knives, tearing apart the old monk's protective essence. It was a killer move.

The old monk snorted coldly, the string of Buddhist beads on his body broke suddenly, and the yellow wooden beads 'swish' and shot at the black lion. The shape of these wooden beads changes, and the Buddha is actually carved. Each Buddha is lifelike and has different postures.

The Buddha's light skyrocketed.

In front of the black lion, statues of Buddha actually appeared, and they all glared at him.

In the dark, it seems that the real Buddha is drinking in the ear of the black lion. The Buddha statue turns from imaginary to real, and when it moves, it has the power of thunder.

The black lion roared angrily, shook its neck, and grew a dozen heads out of thin air, aimed at the Buddhas respectively, opened its **** mouth, sprayed black light, and forced the Buddha back, while its front paw inserted at a faster speed. To the chest of the old monk.

Just listen to the sound of "Dang".

The purple golden alms bowl appeared in front of the old monk's chest at some point, blocking the sharp claws of the black lion. The old monk's figure trembled, and he flew back dozens of feet. Looking at the black lion, his face was full of surprise, "Friend Black Lion, is it you?"

"Human wolves are ambitious, dare to murder the holy king, and still not die!" The black lion found a random reason, bumped into the wooden Buddha, and bullied himself.

The old monk was inexplicably surprised when he heard the words, "Why are you..."

Just as he was about to leave his mouth, he suddenly realized that with that demon fox's temperament, he probably didn't tell his subordinates the inside story. It's a pity that the black lion is so loyal to her!

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

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

At this time, Qin Sang himself was standing outside the mountain crevice, and had already sealed off the battlefield, even the old monk with supernatural powers could not escape.

He didn't intervene in the fight, but looked towards the direction of Ganlu Temple, just now the old monk's warning had been sent back.

Ganlu Temple.

Master Xingji was discussing with an eminent monk.

Suddenly, the abbot's attendant came to report, "Brother Jingding warned you, the red cloud has changed."

"Red Cloud Law Land?"

Master Xingji and the eminent monk looked at each other.

The eminent monk said: "Today is the day for the disciples of the Zen Academy to practice... The threat of that forbidden area has long been cleared away, how could something happen, and Jing Ding can't deal with it?"

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

Before he could say anything, Master Xingji looked slightly relaxed, and said with a smile: "Brother Xingnin's travels in the world of mortals are near the Red Cloud Law Land~www.wuxiaspot.com~It has already passed."

"Brother Xingren is here, so it should be fine."

The monk nodded.

Master Xingji sent the order down, and sat down again by himself.

Brother Xingren is a late Yuanying cultivator, second only to him. If he hadn't concentrated on the Dharma and walked in the world many times, the longest time was nearly a hundred years, and his practice was delayed, he might have touched the bottleneck of transforming gods earlier than him.

Thinking of this, Master Xingji suddenly felt heavy. What's the point of talking about transforming gods now?

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

While speaking, the two had already appeared outside the mountain gate. At the same time, a bell rang in the monastery, and there was a sound of piercing through the air, and there were rays of light shooting out one after another.

Master Xingji and other people with the highest cultivation level went first, and the others came after them.

In the past, Master Xingji had to consider whether it was some old enemy who came to make trouble, but now he doesn't have to consider the threat of Huashen.

Hongyun Fadi is not far from Ganlu Temple.

Master Xingji and the others soon saw the mountain peak billowing with thick smoke. What gushed 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 here, Brother Xingren is actually at a disadvantage, and it is dangerous!

The monks called out the magic weapon and rushed into the Dharma ground, but they didn't see the situation clearly.

Suddenly heard a sigh behind him.

"Fellow Daoist Huiguang is no longer in this world?"

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

There was a bit of loneliness in Qin Sang's eyes.

The great cultivator in the sect had an accident, and he was unable to get out of it all the time. Because of emotion and reason, the cultivator who transformed himself should also show up to help.