Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

The next day, the bell still rings.

After Zhang Ming finished his breakfast, he opened the Eye of Immortality and looked at it again. The head and limbs of Luohan's golden body have been dyed black, only the chest position is not affected.

That is where Zhang Xiaoyi lives.

Today, Zhang Xiaoyi is his destiny.

He moved around in the yard for a while, only to feel that the black chains were wrapped around his body, which made his spirit a little heavy, like the feeling of being bound with sandbags in his previous life.

"Forget it, Xiaoyi, let him go!"

Zhang Ming smiled and decided.

Then the chest trembled, giving way to the last private land, allowing the golden ripples to soak in the past.

In the blink of an eye, the golden body turned black.

"Hehe, are you still here?"

Zhang Ming looked at the mountains in the distance, waited for a while, and seeing that there was no movement, he couldn't help but chuckled, "Miss Yin Xue, since he won't come, let's go."

Holding the knife, Yin Xue said respectfully, "Yes."

Then, she went down to inform Che Jia, Guo Xiang, and Su Tan'er that they would be ready to travel soon.

Zhang Ming and the others got into two carriages, left Nanxun Town, and headed for the narrow mountain road.

"You are so patient. You are waiting for me."

The direction of the vehicle is exactly where the bell is coming from.

The sound of the hooves of the horseshoes and the shaking of the carriage creaked far away in the ethereal mountain.

Everyone quickly crossed a mountain.

The carriage stopped suddenly, and there were two groups of soldiers standing in the valley ahead, a total of thirteen soldiers.

Zhang Ming lifted the curtain of the car.

In another car, Guo Xiang yelled out in surprise: "Xia Houchun, why are you here?"

I saw a military officer walking out of the soldiers, it was Xia Houchun, the captain of Qingqi in Nanling City.

"Miss, this subordinate is following the order of the city lord to set off one day in advance to clear the obstacles and clear the way."

Xia Houchun replied with a serious face.

Guo Xiang, Yin Xue and others were stunned.

No wonder they didn't encounter monsters or bandits other than the seven black-clothed killers along the way. It turned out that Guo Liqing had already made arrangements and swept the road.

"Daoist Qing Hui, this..."

Guo Xiang got out of the carriage and asked for instructions.

Zhang Ming waved his hand and ordered: "Since City Lord Guo arranges, let them accompany you."

He could understand that on the one hand, Guo Liqing wanted to help the Lingshu Temple, and on the other hand, he wanted to protect Guo Xiang.

However, there are many people with mixed eyes.

Xia Houchun should be trustworthy, and he probably brought cronies, but it is hard to guarantee that there will be no secrets among the twelve soldiers and two coachmen.

These shadows may come from Buddhism, Taoism, or aristocratic families.

After Zhang Ming agreed, he continued to sit in the carriage with his eyes closed and meditate. Xia Houchun was merged into the team.

A group of nineteen people set off again.

Across the valley, the bells grew louder. Not long after, Zhang Ming suddenly said in the carriage, "Stop."

Yin Xue understood instantly, pulled out her long knife, landed in front of the car, and looked warily at the forest ahead.

Xia Houchun didn't know why, but he ordered immediately: "Be alert! Three people! A front, B middle, C Ding two wings, but there is an accident, there is death, but there is no life!"

Twelve soldiers spread out in an instant.

Zhang Ming got out of the car and couldn't help but glance at him. The execution and coordination of these soldiers is not like ordinary city defense, but more like a well-trained army.

It seems that this Xia Houchun is not simple.

clang--

There was a loud ringing of bells in the forest.

This time, everyone could hear clearly.

Zhang Ming said with a smile: "It's such a joy to have friends coming from afar. Let's go and have a look!"

As they spoke, the crowd drove slowly, stepped into the forest, and soon saw a dilapidated temple.

The word "Mingjing Temple" is written on the temple.

There is an ancient hanging clock in front of the door, and an old monk is beating it loudly at this time.

Zhang Ming's eyes fell on him, and it seemed that he was the one who eroded and waited for him with the bell.

The old monk had long eyebrows and beard, and was wearing a gray monk robe, looking very plain. When he saw the crowd coming, he loosened the bell and pestle,

Wipe your hands on your robe.

Immediately, he clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, all benefactors, the poor monk is polite."

Xia Houchun drew his sword in his hand and reminded: "Master Qinghui, miss, according to the information of the city lord's mansion, there should be no temples in this Wutou mountain, I'm afraid there are tricks!"

Zhang Ming nodded and said with a smile: "This master has been waiting for me for so long, I don't know how to address him?"

The old monk with long eyebrows showed a benevolent smile: "The poor monk Xiaohanshan Temple Xuanjing, I am here to ask for advice."

"Oh, Xuanjing?"

Zhang Ming raised his brows and asked, "It is said that besides the abbot Xuanci in Xiaohanshan Temple, there are thirteen members of the Xuan family. Could it be that Master Xuan Jing is one of them?"

It seems that Xiaohanshan Temple intends to kill itself on the way, in order to preserve the name of the thousand-year-old temple.

It's just... is he really Xuan Jing?

The governor of Dongling County, the current emperor, has already sent the Black Armored Army to surround the Xiaohanshan Temple. How did the other party come out, absconding or the Black Armored Army releasing the water?

Or, he wasn't from Xiaohanshan Temple at all, but just killed himself under the guise of his name.

Xuanjing folded his hands together and said: "The poor monk has left Xiaohanshan Temple a few years ago, traveled abroad, and is not in the temple roster, so the Taoist priest doesn't have to guess."

Zhang Ming looked directly at the other party: "Since you have left Xiaohanshan Temple, why is Master here?"

During the pleasantries, the content could not be found out.

The atmosphere instantly became a little dignified.

"Although the poor monk has been away from Xiaohanshan Temple for many years, his heart has always been to Xiaohanshan Temple."

Xuan Jing stood in front of the bell and said with a smile, "I heard that Taoist Master Qinghui wanted to go to Xiaohanshan Temple to ask for advice on Buddhism. The poor monk is not talented, so I came here to send the bell to Taoist Qinghui."

The bell is the end.

To send the clock is to send the end.

Zhang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly: "Grand Monk, you don't get paid for nothing, how about leaving this bell to yourself?"

At this time, everyone sensed the chilling intent between the two, Xia Houchun and the others drew out their sabers and surrounded them on both sides; Yin Xue held the saber and stood in front of them.

"Hehe, the name of this bell awakens the world, but it can suppress the primordial spirit of the world. Under the Yang God, everyone is like an ant!"

Xuanjing laughed in a low voice, and stretched out her hand to pat the bell and pestle.

clang--

The bell rang.

Xia Houchun and the others trembled all over, as if being hit by a heavy hammer, vomited blood, and flew backwards. Yin Xue's shoulders trembled, and she could hardly bear it.

Guo Xiang and Su Tan'er were far away, and their faces turned pale in an instant, and they fell to the ground.

A circle of gossip light spread out, enclosing everyone in it, protecting them from being hurt by the subsequent bells.

The heaven and the earth are unkind, and there is a strange door after the wind!

Zhang Ming looked coldly at the old monk on the opposite side, but before he could make a move, he saw a shadowy world appear in front of him, in which stood a dilapidated temple.

The old monk stood in front of the temple gate holding the wake-up clock.

And Xia Houchun, Yin Xue, Guo Xiang and others have disappeared, or they cannot appear here.

Zhang Ming looked at his body, it was pitch black from bottom to top, it was the polluted golden body of Arhat.

This world is a bit like the yin and yang fantasy of Acacia Zongxu New Year, it is an illusory world. Only souls, golden bodies or special things exist here.

"Old monk Xuanjing, is this your method?"

He looked at the old monk opposite again.

The sky in this world is gray and rainy, making the old monk a little dark.

However, Xuanjing clasped his palms together, and his body exuded a glazed brilliance, like some kind of Buddhist secret technique.

"Qing Hui, your Yuanshen golden body was used once in Nanling City, how could the poor monk be unprepared."

He smiled slightly, "How about it, under the suppression of Xingshi Zhong, how much ability do you still have?"

It was inconceivable that he had been ringing the bell all night before he could firmly seal this person's primordial spirit.

During the few times he thought he had succeeded, he felt that the awakening clock was trembling, and the other party was about to break free.

As a last resort, he has been ringing the bell until now.

Now he finally has a grasp.

Zhang Ming felt the weight on his body, he felt stiff even when he raised his hand, and he smiled without fear: "Old monk, do you know that my method is not a primordial spirit, nor a Taoist supernatural power, but a real Buddhist secret technique, Arhat?" Golden body!"

Xuan Jing frowned: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Ming continued to laugh and said: "To be honest, Pindao is only a life-shaping realm, not a Yangshen. The biggest difficulty for Pindao to promote Yangshen is actually this golden body."

"This is the golden body of Buddhism, which penetrates the body and soul as one, manifests inside and outside, and is extremely tyrannical. However, the poor way is cultivating the way, how to integrate it into one!"

The Yang God, the Yang God, is the primordial spirit bred in the self-proclaimed personality. At that time, Buddhism and Taoism will clash, and one body and two gods will become the biggest obstacle, or even backfire.

It turned out that Zhang Ming was willing to be polluted by the opponent's wake-up clock, in order to use its treasure to clear away obstacles.

Xuanjing's heart skipped a beat: "This is a golden body? You are borrowing a poor monk's bell to corrode your Buddhist golden body! But, how can you know my Buddhist supernatural powers??"

Zhang Ming said with a dark smile: "Poverty Dao would like to thank the master for opening the way and becoming the Daoist!"

Xuanjing's face turned ugly, and she couldn't help shouting: "Since you have lost your golden body, it's just right for the poor monk to kill you!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pressed it out.

Mountain-like palms appeared in front of him, gray and gray, as if the Buddha had been photographed from the sky.

boom--

Zhang Ming's body was submerged in the palm shadow.

He watched quietly, without any evasion. In fact, he couldn't evade even being restrained by the awakening bell.

However, after the mountains dissipated.

He stood where he was, unscathed.

Xuan Jing couldn't help shouting: "It's impossible, you can ignore my full palm!"

Zhang Ming said with an effortful smile: "Old monk, what else do you have, you might as well continue to use it."

Xuanjing's face was heavy, and he waved his hand suddenly to make three Buddha palms like mountains from the left, right and top.

The rumbling sound passed.

The Taoist still stood where he was, unscathed.

"Hehe, tickle it?"

Zhang Ming sneered, "Old monk, eat some food and show your real skills! Even if the surface of this Arhat's golden body is dirty, how could it be hurt by your mere external force!"

Xuan Jing's old face was a little red, what the hell, he even used all the energy he had when he was young. However, it just couldn't break the opponent's tortoise shell.

"Qing Hui! I will fight with you!"

With a sharp roar, he waved his palm and slapped the wake-up clock next to him.

I only heard the sound of bang resounding between the sky and the earth, and the gloomy sky seemed to set off surging waves. Countless golden rays of light emanated from Zhong's body, turning into circles of ripples.

Hum——

Zhang Ming immediately felt his body tremble, as if a majestic force hit his chest, and he flew backwards.

Xuanjing also felt uncomfortable, her face turned pale.

This world was originally the world transformed by the Awakening Clock, and now, he is ringing the bell with the Primordial Spirit.

Every time you knock, it's like knocking on the world with your life.

Although the lethality is huge, he is also backlashed.

Zhang Ming shook his head and stood up with difficulty.

Xuanjing gritted her teeth, and suddenly clapped her hands again, imprinted on the wake-up clock, one palm after another.

boom--

boom--

The whole world seemed to be cracked, and the gray clouds formed a tsunami and fell down.

Zhang Ming was knocked to the ground by the sound of the bell, his pitch-black skin cracked with cracks.

Arhat's golden body was corroded overnight, and monk Xuanjing fought with his life, and finally couldn't hold it anymore.

However, Xuanjing vomited blood, staining his gray robe red, looking ferocious and terrifying.

He sat on the ground with his back against the wake-up clock.

The bell finally stopped.

"Ahem, old monk, I have some skills..."

Zhang Ming was weak, but he still stood up tremblingly, his body was covered with cracks like porcelain.

Xuan Jing's eyes widened: "You...you're not dead yet!"

He kind of broke down.

What kind of evildoer is this, who is so resistant to beating.

Zhang Ming said with a smile: "Old monk, Pindao is really thanking you more and more. He knows that this golden body is a burden for me to advance to the Yang God Realm, but he tried his best to break it."

His whole body was shaking like a sieve, and the mixed golden and black skin peeled off, revealing his internal organs.

"puff--"

Xuan Jing spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Damn! I tried my best to kill you, but... I still made a wedding dress for you!"

The old monk couldn't bear it any longer, and suddenly bumped his head against the wake-up clock, his body was shaken into flying ash.

The wake-up clock roared like never before.

A huge crack opened in the sky, and a black hurricane fell from it, which was a force that could destroy heaven and earth. Xuanjing did not hesitate to die together, using his primordial spirit as a sacrifice, but also to arouse the full power of Xingshizhong.

"Old monk, what enmity do I have with you?"

Looking at the approaching hurricane, Zhang Ming let out a long sigh, and immediately put his hands in nothingness.

"I have a sword that can kill heaven and man!"

He suddenly let out a long cry, and tightened his palms, and saw the fragments of Arhat's golden body falling off the ground, flying up one by one, gathering in the palm of his hand, forming a sword.

The body of the sword is golden, engraved with black patterns.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand to hang the sword on his waist, and slowly pulled it out, every inch seemed to open the world.

Inheritance of the Demon Lord—Sword Slashing and Swordsmanship!

Violent light bloomed in his hand, and a sword shadow split the sky and earth in the light, and cut straight down.

A hurricane separates the two halves like sea water. A bottomless gap appeared between the sky and the earth.

boom--

The chiming of the bell stopped abruptly.

Zhang Ming's eyes blurred, and he had already appeared in the mountains, with a collapsed temple and a dying old monk in front of him. The wake-up bell trembled behind the monk.

And Guo Xiang, Xia Houchun and others looked at him with horror on their faces. What happened just now?

They only felt that Taoist Qing Hui and the old monk looked at each other, and the other party vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.

Is it the battle of the primordial spirit, no time?

The old monk panted with difficulty: "Amitabha, even though the poor monk... dies, the Buddha's door will never perish..."

Zhang Ming bowed and said: "If all Buddhists are as obsessed as you are, then the poor will destroy Buddhism!"

As soon as the words fell, the old monk in the gray robe had closed his eyes, his soul sat down, leaving his body empty.

Xia Houchun's eyes tightened: "You killed him? This... this is the most powerful person in the Yang God Realm!"

He couldn't help but be shocked, at this time, it was no different than Nanling City, with Liangyi Mochen relying on it.

Zhang Ming remained silent, waved his hand and manifested a long sword with golden and black stripes, and slashed forward in the air.

The old monk's body instantly annihilated into dust.

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