Heavenly Master, I have a different world

After a day of absence, the ghost transformed by Sun Die became more and more ferocious.

The fangs protruded, the eyes were scarlet, and the barely formed fetus in his arms was even more terrifying. The mother and son lay motionless on Yuan Xing's body.

They seemed to be sucking something.

Yang Qi?

Looking at Yuan Xing's every move at this time, it is obvious that it is extremely strenuous. It is like carrying a mountain on your back. It is difficult to just raise your head.

But he didn't realize anything was wrong and just kowtowed desperately:

"Master has mercy!"

in a blink.

The circular surface was already covered with blood, and the cold stone steps were soaked in blood.

"Wow..."

Master Wu Yuan's face was gloomy, and he waved his cassock fiercely to throw away Wan Xing who was approaching him. He walked up the mountain without looking back and shouted coldly:

"When will you wake up? When will you go up the mountain to find me?"

"If you can't wake up..."

"There is no disciple like you in Ci'en Temple!"

"Master!" Yuan Xing raised his head, but could only see the decisive back of Master Wu Yuan. No matter how much he shouted, he didn't answer.

In a blink of an eye.

The back figure disappeared.

"Junior brother."

A monk in the field couldn't stand it, so he came over and whispered:

"Why do you have to do this?"

"Master said that you have deep wisdom and you are the favorite among all the brothers. As long as you say something nice, I will definitely let you go."

"Yes!" Another person advised:

"Beauty can deceive people the most. When you have not made any mistakes, as long as you sincerely repent, master will definitely forgive you."

"Yeah yeah!"

Several monks persuaded him.

"master……"

Wan Xing, however, seemed to be unable to hear their voices. He stared blankly at the place where Master Wu Yuan left and kowtowed heavily again.

Whispering in the mouth:

"Namo Amitabha's night is Duotagaduo's night... Amitabha's night is Duotagaduo..."

"you!"

Hearing the voice from his mouth, the expressions of several monks in the field changed slightly, and one of them even stamped his foot fiercely:

"Stubborn!"

"let's go!"

Several people left one after another, leaving only Wan Xing kneeling on the spot.

He recited Buddhist scriptures, struggled to move his legs, kowtowed again, and moved little by little toward the top of the mountain.

"Taoist Master." Fang Zheng's eyes flashed:

"What should we do now?"

"Go up the mountain." Zhang Mingrui touched the magic sword and stepped forward:

"The evil ghost has entangled Yuan Xing, and killing the ghost will kill him. Wan Xing is wrong in stealing people, but the crime does not lead to death. Moreover, I am afraid there is another reason, so I'd better meet Master Wu Yuan first."

"Okay." Fang Zheng hurriedly followed, and the two of them walked around Yuan Xing. Only when they were far away did he ask:

"What was it that Yuan Xing said just now?"

"Rebirth Curse." Zhang Mingrui said:

"Obviously, he hasn't realized his mistake yet. He is still obsessed with Miss Sun and forgets that he is the one who practices cultivation."

Fang Zheng frowned slightly.

He felt that Yuan Xing was already repenting, but this kind of repentance was obviously not what Master Wu Yuan wanted. What the monk wanted was the purity of the six roots.

The current obsession with roundness is too strong, and my heart is full of Sun Die.

Up the mountain.

"Both of you."

The monk Zhike put his hands together and said:

"It is inconvenient for the abbot to see guests these days."

"No?" Zhang Mingrui frowned:

"Did you say that Taoist Zhang from Sanqing Temple is coming?"

"I told you." Zhike Monk smiled bitterly:

"The abbot said that if you two won't be able to go down the mountain for a while, you can rest in the guest room."

"This way..." Zhang Mingrui touched his chin:

"Forget it, just wait here."

"Is Mr. Fang going anywhere?"

"Hmm..." Fang Zheng thought for a while. There was no guarantee that he would be worried about the evil ghost when he went down the mountain. Master Wu Yuan and Zhang Mingrui were here to ensure that he would be safe.

It's a good time to take the opportunity to ask for some tips on talismans.

Nod immediately:

"I'll stay here for a few days too."

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Three days later.

"Tao Zang has a cloud: Heaven and earth were first divided, yin and yang changed, and the energy of the three yuan, five virtues and eight associations became the book of Feitian, which was later written as the chapter of eight dragons, clouds, seals, and bright light."

"The seal of eight dragons and clouds is made of clear light. It is composed of the natural energy of flying and mysterious. It is formed in the sky and is one foot long on its own, with everything within it established."

"The three elements are immediately established, the five elements are salty tools, and the three and five are combined, which is called the Eight Meetings. It is the writing of the initial creation of heaven and earth."

"Subsequently there are dragon seals, phoenix inscriptions, jade tablets, gold scripts, alchemy scripts and ink scrolls, etc., all of which are derived from this."

"If you don't know its meaning, it's hard to know its secret!"

Fang Zheng frowned, trying to understand the meaning of Zhang Mingrui's words.

Could it be that this talisman requires special learning of some kind of Yunzhuan Mingguang Chapter writing?

Can this kind of writing communicate the power of heaven and earth?

But it doesn't seem to be the case. Although the words on the Evil-Breaking Talisman are a bit confusing, the core of the talisman is the word "正".

Goodness can destroy evil!

"When drawing the talisman, the breath must be smooth, the beginning and end should be echoed, and the heart must be sincere, otherwise you will not be able to draw the talisman."

While talking.

As soon as Zhang Mingrui put away the talisman pen, the evil-breaking talisman had already taken shape. The whole movement was smooth and flowing, with a unique charm and beauty.

"okay."

"Now this talisman has the charm of destroying and exorcising evil spirits, but in order to activate the charm, spiritual guidance is needed."

"Spirituality?" Fang Zheng asked:

"What spirituality?"

"The easiest thing is blood, of course." Zhang Mingrui said with a smile:

"The blood of the person who casts the spell is the most effective."

"Oh no!"

At this time, shouts came from outside:

"The roundness is almost gone!"

"Um?"

Zhang Mingrui stopped moving:

"Let's go take a look."

Fang Zheng nodded.

Li Gui is attached to Yuan Xing. Once Yuan Xing dies, its next target will most likely be himself. Of course, it depends on how Master Wu Yuan handles it.

If you can surrender and kill, that would be the best.

…………

In front of the temple.

A figure that looked like a skeleton tremblingly climbed up the stone steps, knocked its head on the ground, and recited scriptures in a low voice.

His legs and hands had long been worn away from flesh, and the white bones were exposed. His forehead and skull were sunken, and his eyes were dull and lifeless.

The voice was even hoarse.

But the verses in his mouth did not stop.

"Zhi Duojia Suo Po He..."

"Idiot."

Master Wu Yuan did not know when he appeared in the scene. He lowered his head and looked at the roundness in front of him, with unbearable expression in his eyes:

"Why so?"

The stone steps are difficult to walk, and it is even more difficult to kowtow step by step, especially now that Wan Xing has exhausted all his strength with every step, and now he is in a state of torture.

But he,

Still climbing the mountain with persistence.

"..." Yuan Xing's body shook, he slowly raised his head, and then kowtowed heavily:

"Master has mercy!"

"I can't save her as a teacher." Wu Yuan shook his head, with a bitter look on his face:

"Now, I can't even save you."

Although he is a Dharma Master and has superb Buddhist teachings, there are still many things that he cannot do anything about.

"Master, have mercy!" Wan Xing just kowtowed with all his strength, as if he wanted to vent all his strength through this action.

"Circularity."

Master Wu Yuan’s voice was hollow:

"If I didn't let you go down the mountain as a teacher, wouldn't you be here today?"

"..." Yuan Xing stopped and her voice was blurry:

"Disciple has no regrets!"

"No regrets?" Master Wu Yuan raised his eyebrows, suppressing the anger in his heart, and asked:

"I would like to ask you, Miss Sun and Buddhism, which one is more important?"

"This disciple is in love with Miss Sun." Yuan Xing said:

"Just like when my disciples fell in love with Buddhism."

"She caused you to go astray!" Wu Yuan's face was solemn, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"No." Yuan Xing shook his head:

"It was Miss Sun who made me a disciple."

"Obstacle!" Master Wuyuan raised his eyebrows and suddenly held his Zen staff in his hands. The invisible pressure caused the surrounding trees to sway disorderly:

"Even now, you are still stubborn and stubborn. I know you are hopeless!"

"Amitabha." Yuan Xing's body trembled, and his hands, which were only bones, slowly closed in front of him, and he knelt on the ground with his body curled up:

"This disciple loves Miss Sun and will die without any regrets."

"I have no regrets in this life. If there is an afterlife, I am willing to recite sutras for him in all my life. I just hope that Miss Sun can put away the resentment in her heart and not suffer from this worldly thing."

"Master has mercy!"

"Bastard!" Wu Yuan growled, acting like a glaring King Kong:

"You kowtow thousands of times just for one woman?"

"I chanted sutras for three days and tortured myself to the point of being a human or a ghost, all for the sake of a woman!"

"My Buddha's supreme Dharma, in your eyes, is not as good as a woman with whom you have had sexual intercourse!"

"Roundness!"

"You are hopeless!"

"In that case, let me personally send you on your way!"

"call……"

The Zen staff was raised high, invisible force lingered on it, and it hit Yuan Xing's head like thunder. He didn't hold back at all, and he was about to die in one blow.

"clatter……"

The void is stagnant.

A ghost claw silently protects Yuan Xing's head.