Huang Ting

As soon as the five words "True Spirit Position and Karma Diagram" came out, there was silence in the Zongtan Temple. The two of them seemed to have turned into the other two statues of gods on Maoshan Mountain, silent.

Yang Ming's face behind the flashlight flickered between bright and dark, angry and frightened due to the flickering candlelight. But when he turned on the bright light in the room, it was as calm and bright as the stable incandescent lamp.

Same as before.

After all, he was the head teacher of Shangqing, and he had enough energy to cultivate. Although he was shocked by Hu Xiuwu, Yang Ming quickly changed his mood.

Before the fine incense in the incense burner fell against the ashes, Yang Ming squinted his eyes, not showing any brilliance, and said with a smile:

"Xiao Xiuwu, why do you come to me if you want the true spiritual karma bitmap? It costs 30 yuan a copy online. You can buy as many copies as you like. If you are really anxious to get it, I remember that there is one in the supermarket in the front yard of the Taoist Temple, but it's just there

The pricing may be a bit more expensive.”

Hu Xiuwu had already expected it: "You are joking. Of course I am not talking about those vulgar things. I am talking about the volume of the mysterious magic weapon and the true spirit karma map compiled by Patriarch Tao Hongjing and produced by Patriarch Yuan Tiangang.

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Senior brother, senior brother, why do you have no control over your words? You talk to children about everything.

Yang Ming, who usually admired Wu Dechang very much, couldn't help feeling a little bit resentful in his heart at this moment.

"Xiuwu, you may not know very well..."

"Uncle Master."

Yang Ming still wanted to try to explain to Hu Xiuwu the importance of the true spiritual karma bitmap. It was not something that could be given to others casually.

But Hu Xiuwu interrupted him directly. He didn't like such roundabout temptations.

Hu Xiuwu stepped forward, stepping on the bluestone, as if he were stepping on a blue wave pool, causing circles of black ripples, and a circle of ink stains.

The black traces continued to expand, and before Yang Ming could react, they had already extended to the entire Zongtan Temple.

Then, the light in the ancestral temple suddenly became distant, and the candlelight, lights, incense coils and red dots on the incense all gradually became farther away, as if being absorbed by the deep darkness beneath their feet.

The sky was dim and it was impossible to tell the difference between up and down; the smoke was thick and the directions were unclear, making Yang Ming feel like he had fallen into an endless hell.

"This is the Earthly Evil Order! No, although the Earthly Evil Order can command the energy of the earth, it does not have the ability to transform into clouds and mist."

The surroundings turned into deep and endless darkness, and Yang Ming's first reaction was that he had fallen into Hu Xiuwu's Qimen Formation.

During the period of time away from Shangqing, did Xiuwu learn any other strange spells from another family?

Yang Ming was amazed in his heart, but he calmly put the yellow talisman with the sword on his sleeve, thunder and fire under his feet, and the runes flowing with golden light back into the talisman bag.

Forget it, forget it, it's your own child after all, so you don't need to be so harsh. Just give him a good beating if he's naughty. There's no need to kill him.

Yang Ming also came from that turbulent era, and he developed excellent habits. He always carried his talisman bag with him and never left it. Even when he slept, he always kept it under his bed.

Although the Shangqing sect members are not helpless without the talisman, the Shangqing sect members with the talisman on their side are the most feared.

Although he was wandering around in the middle of the night, Yang Ming's talisman bag was still hanging on his belt.

Without even looking down, Yang Ming skillfully took out the talisman he wanted from the talisman bag, which was sewn into several layers and contained a wide variety of talismans with different functions.

"When the Supreme Being preaches the sermon, the golden bells ring with the sound of jade; the filth hides in the nine places, and the demons lurk in the forest; the skypox scatters the Dharma rain, and the Dharma drums vibrate the mysterious layer; the heavens are full of goodness, and the golden boy dances the Yaoqin; I wish to pour out the eight rays of light to shine upon you.

With a heart of refuge, I scratch the Dharma manuscript, and my wings are as deep as the five clouds. I am as anxious as a law or order."

Yang Ming recited the incantation with a strange tone, as if he was talking or singing. He swept out the yellow talisman in his hand and turned it into a stream of clean air, sweeping away the unclean Qi within ten feet of his body.

Purify the altar mantra, purify the altar talisman.

This is a Taoist practice that Taoist practitioners perform before drawing the talisman to remove impurities to enhance the success rate.

However, if its ability is used to the extreme, it can also interfere with the magic circle of the Qimen magician. This is also a skill that can only be displayed by a master who has mastered the talismans.

Unfortunately, Yang Ming guessed wrongly what spell Hu Xiuwu used from the very beginning, and his skill in prescribing the right medicine turned into a useless mediocrity.

"This is?"

After the pure energy aroused by the Pure Altar Talisman swept away the gloomy poisonous fog around it, it did not return to the outside of the Zongtan Temple as Yang Ming thought, but instead revealed the huge thing hidden in the fog.

A square, towering, majestic and solemn ancient city that has been hard to find in the world since the advent of artillery fire appeared in front of Yang Ming.

When the Black City appears, it is as shocking as a giant whale emerging from the deep sea.

"Fengdu City!?"

Yang Ming was standing in front of the city gate at this time, but it was not even one-tenth of the height of the city gate. He looked up at the large city gate plaque and exclaimed in surprise.

But before he could figure out the authenticity, the thick fog came in like a tide again, obscuring his sight. When the thick fog dissipated, he was in the main hall again.

Over the palace, Venus hangs from the ceiling, making the palace as bright as noon. It is clean and bright, and the palace is wide enough for birds and horses to move around naturally without feeling cramped.

Yang Ming was in the middle of it, as if he were in the vast cold sky, or in the underworld, but he looked ahead in a daze.

Because this majestic and gorgeous palace is only on the ninth floor of the royal stairs. Behind the long eucalyptus, with a black book in his hand, and the majestic and mysterious shadow of the emperor, anyone who enters the palace will unconsciously be attracted by the emperor who ranks high in the crape myrtle position.

Take away the mind.

As soon as he saw the black emperor's robe engraved with twelve chapters, he knew the identity of the emperor from his heart.

The Lord of the Yin Realm, the Emperor of Fengdu in Northern Yin.

Even though he knew that there were no gods in this world like those mentioned in the novel, Yang Ming still felt as if Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty had dreamed of entering the underworld.

After the emperor came, a clear voice came:

"Uncle Master, could you please hand me the true spiritual karma bitmap now?"

Yang Ming, who was already unable to think normally, was even more surprised. He had just heard this voice just now.

"Who are you···"

Venus went out, Yang Ming's eyesight went dark, and he blinked subconsciously,

Tap!

The sound of the flashlight falling to the ground woke Yang Ming up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Hu Xiuwu was standing straight in front of him, as if he had never moved. The ashes on the red head of the fine incense on the altar had just fallen into the incense burner.

Yang Ming turned over the soles of his shoes, and the dark dirt on the cloth shoes told him that his experience was true.

Yang Ming is also an old man who is over seventy years old. He usually boasts that he has seen most of the things in the world, but what he experienced in this short moment exceeded his imagination.

After a while, Yang Ming regained his composure and laughed dryly: "Haha, I see, it was you who caused the "True Spiritual Industry Bitmap" to move twelve years ago."

"So, these were all planned by the ancestors long ago. It's a pity that we descendants are completely ignorant. Alas, we descendants are still unworthy and have thrown away too many things."

"The Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Ghosts, hey, no wonder the last few orders of the Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Ghosts are so difficult to practice. They are not prepared for us mortals. They are moves close to the gods."

Yang Ming felt a little lonely at first, but then became a little excited and proud.

Even though they are very quiet and restless, among the otakus of the Shangqing Dynasty, there are always some restless people who will leave their mark in history.

But Yang Ming was still impressed by the founder's generosity in creating the underworld and creating magical skills.

Compared with the great generosity of the founder, the mere Jiashen Rebellion is nothing.

Yang Ming, who was a little distracted for a moment, forgot his previous attitude of treating the Jiashen Rebellion as a savage beast and keeping tabs on it.

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