I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

a few days.

Wei Kang's facial features are protruding, his chest and abdomen are sunken, and his shape and bones stand like a corpse.

The imperial physicians in the palace and the famous doctors in Shenjing have been invited all over, but they are all helpless, and they can't even see the symptoms.

Huang Yuniang floated above Wei Kang's head, opened her mouth to swallow, and wisps of gray-white mist merged into her soul body.

"The ghost devours the human body's energy, and it seems to be an invisible substance, but it can be fed back to the body, so the energy and spirit are the people's possession..."

Zhou Yi hid in the dark, observing the changes in Wei Kang's body.

In another three to five days, Wei Kang will be out of his wits.

From this point of view, the efficiency of killing ordinary innocent souls is a bit slow, only better than being weird and concealed.

Zhou Yi was about to leave, he went to the sky prison to show his face, and then found an excuse to sneak out, now that he was empty-paid in the sky prison, Captain Zhu found another jailer to deliver food.

Back then, the jailers who scorned and scorned the jailers who ate empty wages would eat it when it was Zhou Yi's turn, and the taste was not bad!

At this time.

The gate of the Duke's Mansion was opened, and the old matriarch greeted him personally, and the young master of the mansion stood around respectfully.

Zhou Yi suddenly became interested, who has such a big face.

A few days ago, the eunuch who was visiting on behalf of Emperor Hongchang in the palace just came from a side door, not to mention that the old matriarch is the sister of the former empress, and now she has to be called an aunt.

Buzzing chanting and Buddha singing came, and after a while, two rows of eight yellow-clothed monks took the lead.

Open the way, knock on the bowl, scatter flowers, and beat the flags.

Then there were eight muscular monks, their bare upper bodies were covered with gold powder, and they carried a lotus platform on their shoulders.

The lotus platform is surrounded by pennants, fluttering in the wind, and the big fat Zen master sitting in it is half covered and half exposed.

Zhou Yi glanced at the monks, all of them were masters of bone forging, and the Zen master sitting cross-legged had weak aura fluctuations.

"Interesting and interesting! This Shenjing is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, but you have less knowledge in the sky prison!"

The monks and his party walked to the gate of the Duke's Mansion, and the Zen master slowly stood up from the lotus platform, looking at the sky above the Duke's Mansion with serious eyes.

"Amitabha! Where is the monster, dare to harm the gods?"

Upon hearing the words, the old lady hurriedly sent someone forward to invite the Zen master and his party into the mansion.

The Fat Zen Master looked dignified, and told the old matriarch that the evildoer was tyrannical, and that it was necessary to open the altar and consume decades of skill.

More than 200,000 taels of gold and silver are needed in front and back!

The annual tax revenue of Fengyang State is less than ten million taels, and the Chan Master actually needs two or three hundredths of the national tax to hold a religious ceremony.

"Everything is according to what Master Miaojue said!"

The old lady agreed decisively, and took the key to the basement for people to move the money.

It was full of large silver ingots that were melted and cast into the size of wax gourds. Two people had to carry them on their shoulders together until nightfall.

"Abbot of the King Kong Temple, Miaojue, one of the national teachers conferred by Emperor Dog back then!"

Zhou Yi listened to the discussion of the Duke's mansion, and also knew the origin of the Zen master. It is said that he slept with Emperor Chongming and discussed the way of longevity.

"Over ninety years old, looks similar to fifty or sixty, there must be other means, otherwise you won't be able to fool the dog emperor!"

Emperor Chongming Tanmu Xiuxian asked, but he was not really stupid.

At that time, many warlocks, who believed their deceit was so mysterious that no one could see through it, wanted to enter the Shangyang Palace to enjoy the glory and wealth, but they were all thrown into the imperial prison and died of torture.

"Emperor Dog would rather the country be in turmoil than devote himself to the Tao, but he would not be deceived. Maybe...have you seen a real fairy?"

It was dark now.

In Wei Kang's yard, dozens of thick whale oil candles were lit.

The monks have already built the altar of Zhang Er, and the eight yellow-robed monks each hold Buddhist instruments and take turns to climb the altar, which looks quite solemn.

Everyone in the Duke's Mansion saw this, and every time a monk stepped down from the altar, they clasped their hands together and bowed to salute.

Miaojue sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, clasping his hands together in silence.

"What is this guy doing?"

Zhou Yi frowned slightly, if it wasn't for Miaojue's aura fluctuations, he would have been too lazy to watch the monk dance to the gods to bluff people.

until child time.

"Amitabha!"

Miaojue suddenly proclaimed the Buddha's name, and the sound was like a thunderous explosion, which instantly woke up the people in the Duke's mansion who were originally sleepy.

Miaojue jumped up, flew over the heads of the crowd, and landed on the altar.

Zhou Yizheng thought that the monk was going to practice the true method, but he saw Miaojue began to chant the scriptures again, and his fingertips were condensed with strands of true energy: "Wait for another half an hour, and the bald thief will continue to perform, and eat my sword!"

Miaojue seemed to sense the danger, and only chanted for a quarter of an hour before taking out the bronze mirror from her bosom.

The bronze mirror is simple in shape, one side is shiny, and the other side is engraved with the texture of the sea of ​​clouds.

"Amitabha! The evildoer has not yet appeared?"

Miaojue's voice fell, and a figure appeared on the bronze mirror, exactly like Huang Yuniang.

"..."

During the day, Huang Yuniang heard that an eminent monk came to slay the demon, so she stopped inhaling the essence and stood not far from the altar to watch the monkey show. As a result, under the reflection of the bronze mirror, the ghost appeared by itself.

"Where is the woman from?"

"That's a ghost!"

"Ghost!"

"..."

Someone in the Duke's Mansion noticed that Huang Yuniang appeared out of nowhere, causing a panic and confusion, scrambling to hide behind the altar.

Miaojue fixed Huang Yuniang with the bronze mirror, and shouted: "Burn my life essence, and give you the magic weapon! All disciples obey the order, hurry up and subdue the demons!"

"Om!"

The eight monk disciples shouted in response, and they rushed towards Huang Yuniang in unison.

The fiery masculine blood condensed by the martial arts forging body can extremely restrain the ghosts, and just getting close makes Huang Yuniang's soul and body illusory.

"These monks..."

With a flick of Zhou Yi's fingers, the True Yuan Sword slashed across Miaojue's wrist, circled in front of his eyes, and cut off a few beards.

In the past two years, the growth of innate true energy has been almost negligible, but the control power has become increasingly sophisticated, and within a radius of ten feet, it can be transformed into various forms and manipulated at will.

Condensing the sword tip is only the sword fairy dream from Zhou Yi!

Miaojue felt a pain in his wrist, and the bronze mirror fell, unable to hold Yinhun anymore.

Huang Yuniang flew up and disappeared in an instant.

The monk turned his head to look at the altar, only to see Miaojue's expression was dull and terrified, then he grabbed the pill bottle from his bosom, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

"puff!"

Miaojue spat out a big mouthful of blood, her face was pale, and she fell down from the altar.

"Zen Master!"

"Host!"

One after another exclaimed.

Miaojue was dying: "Amitabha! The poor monk failed the old matriarch, the monstrous mana was tyrannical, and he broke the vajra demon-subduing array...Pfft!"

Before he finished speaking, he spat blood again and passed out.

One of the monks said: "Old Majesty, the young monk will take the abbot back to the temple to recuperate first, and the 200,000 taels will be sent back tomorrow."

"What did the master say, the Zen master was injured due to old age and family affairs, and his life was damaged."

The old lady shook her head and said: "A little gold and silver, as an offering of incense."

"Amitabha!"

The monk proclaimed the Dharma call, and asked the monk to carry the soft sedan chair and gallop away.

dark place.

Seeing that the farce was about to stop, Zhou Yi said to Huang Yuniang.

"You have also seen that ghosts are invisible and qualityless, but they cannot act recklessly. Remember to be careful in the future!"

"Thank you senior for saving me."

Huang Yuniang knelt down and knelt down: "The little girl has avenged her revenge, but if she needs anything in the future, seniors can order her as much as she wants, and even if her soul is scattered, she will die!"

Wei Kang has lost 60% to 70% of his energy, and even if he wakes up, he won't be able to live for a few days. The disease is exhausted and the lamp is dry, and it is difficult for a genius doctor to cure him.

"It just so happens that I'm going out of Beijing to help you find a place."

Zhou Yi put away the jade hairpin, and his figure flickered and disappeared.