In the mountains and forests of Changbai Mountain, Zhang Daoran walked with Hengkong. Nearly 100 meters in one step, it is like a leisurely walk in the forest.

It has only been about a month since Zhang Daoran preached. After Zhang Daoran's sermon, Zhuoer Duoduo returned to campus. Zhang Yifang went out to travel, and in the Taoist temple, he was careful to guard the mountain gate.

Once enlightened, Hengkong's injuries were healed, and after a month of recuperation, with the help of Zhang Daoran, he quickly recovered as before.

Zhang Daoran and Hengkong, on the way here at this time, have been tossing and turning for about three days, and spent a night in the deep mountains and forests.

At this time, it is already summer, but the temperature in Changbai Mountain is very cool.

Glancing at the sky, Hengkong frowned: "Fellow Daoist, we should be able to reach that valley at night." ”

The valley is in a basin in the east of the Changbai Mountains, and some of the terrain in the Changbai Mountains is gentle, but most of them are still blocked by valleys and rivers. Zhang Daoran and Hengkong originally wanted to get close to nature, Changbai Mountain is a key nature reserve, maintaining the original natural form, for cultivators, it is a rare place to purify the soul.

"Evening?" Zhang Daoran glanced at the sky: "Fellow Daoist, you don't have to go at night, if you can find a place to stay, you will stay tonight." It's best to go to that valley tomorrow at noon. ”

Hengkong frowned slightly: "Daoyou, most of the yin ghosts haunt at night, and most of the ghosts and yin things hide in dark places at noon..." ”

Zhang Daoran shook his head with a strange expression: "Do you want to say that Poor Dao is afraid of that ghost and god?"

Hengkong sighed, crying and laughing: "The ghosts and gods are powerful, if you want to get rid of the ghosts and gods, you must have a perfect strategy, not act recklessly." Since Daoyou has already formulated a plan to get rid of ghosts and gods, he will naturally choose the most suitable time stage. ”

Zhang Daoran's face was solemn: "To be honest, Poor Dao is really not sure to deal with this ghost and god." If you want to say that you are sure, it is less than fifty percent. According to the channel's knowledge, the seals are broadly divided into nine levels. The lowest level of the seal is against ordinary monks, and this kind of seal is only an entry level and is rarely used. And the seals are basically powerful existences that are difficult to kill by seals, at least they are used more than the fifth-level seals. ”

"The primordial god is generated, the primordial god is immortal, and it lasts forever. And the Yin and Yang of the Yuan Shen are combined, it is difficult to erase, and the seal will play a great role. The seal is its own space, all things are empty, there is no light, there is no aura. The fifth-level seal can wear out a great realm of the Yuanshen Realm cultivator every hundred years. The monks who can use the sixth-level seal seal are basically already in the immortal realm, and they can only wear out a great realm every thousand years......"

Zhang Daoran's face became solemn, and he glanced into the distance: "I came to Changbai Mountain this time, not to get rid of ghosts and gods. Daoist friends should understand that the ghosts and gods have just broken the seal, and they will inevitably find a quiet place to recover their strength, and they will not stay in the sealed place. ”

Didn't you come here to get rid of ghosts?

Hengkong suddenly realized: "Daoyou's intentions are poor, Daoist wants to take a look at the seal that seals the ghosts and gods, distinguish the level of the seal, and judge the peak strength of the ghosts and gods?"

Zhang Daoran nodded: "Poor Dao is this kind of intention, to seal the seal of ghosts and gods, it is necessary to condense enough yang energy first, and at noon, the yang energy of heaven and earth is condensed, absorbing the power of the sun to the yang, so that when the ghosts and gods are just sealed, the ghosts and gods cannot break the seal... At noon, the time stage when the seal absorbs the power of the sun is the easiest time to judge the level of the seal. ”

"Therefore, Poor Dao now hopes that the shorter the time for the ghost god to be sealed, the better, indicating that the peak strength of the ghost god is not very strong. Poor Dao and Taoist friends, before the ghosts and gods have not recovered, they are sure to get rid of the ghosts and gods. If the ghosts and gods are sealed for more than a thousand years, or even longer, the current strength realm of the poor Dao and Daoist friends, it is better to go back to cultivation......"

Hengkong was already in the realm of the Yin God where the souls of man and earth were condensed, and he was seriously injured by the ghosts and gods who had just broken the seal. At the peak of the ghosts and gods, Hengkong was by no means the opponent of the ghosts and gods. If it is sealed for more than a thousand years, the ghost god is at least a fairyland powerhouse!

Even if it is a hundred years, two hundred years, the peak strength of the ghosts and gods is also above the realm of primordial god condensation. The strength is restored, and Zhang Daoran and Hengkong are probably not opponents when they join forces.

Hengkong's face became solemn, an existence that can fight with himself as soon as he broke the seal, and his strength is definitely not low!

"Fellow Daoist, there is a village dozens of miles northwest of that valley, and Poor Dao stayed there for one night. The ginseng pickers in that village once tried to block the poor road...... That village doesn't know much about that seal, and that head is the clearest, I hope that at this time, the ginseng pickers are the heads, and they don't go up the mountain to collect ginseng, and the poor Dao and Taoist friends can also understand the time when the ghosts and gods were sealed as soon as possible......"

Hengkong pointed in front of him and said softly: "There are still less than a hundred miles, and that village is ......."

Zhang Daoran nodded, and suddenly smiled: "This is just the worst judgment made by Poor Dao, I hope Poor Dao's judgment will not come true." ”

Hengkong is in front, Zhang Daoran is behind, shrinking the ground into inches, encountering mountains and mountains, and arriving at the village entrance in Hengkongkou in the afternoon. When he arrived at the entrance of the village, Hengkong seemed to be very familiar, knowing that Zhang Daoran was puzzled, Hengkong explained: "When I first came here, Poor Dao was in this village to hear the Tao and seal the place of ghosts and gods. The place where I stayed was the home of the boss. ”

Turn left and right, walk for a few minutes, and arrive at the back of the village.

A single courtyard with three tiled houses comes into view. Compared to the surrounding residential buildings, the courtyard has a distinctly unmisplaced feel at the village. Hengkong stepped forward, knocked on the door, and whispered: "I hope Wei Jushi didn't go to pick ginseng at home at this time." ”

"The son of the boss bought a house in the city, so he didn't build a new house. Over the years, the son, who was in charge, worked in the city, and would take time off to pick ginseng every summer. Wei Gangtou also rarely lives here, only in the summer. ”

Listening to Dao Hengkong's explanation, Zhang Daoran had a general understanding of this family.

There was a knock on the courtyard door, and after a while, there was a sound of footsteps in the courtyard: "Ahem........."

"Wei Jushi, poor road Hengkong. ”

Listening to the familiar voice, Hengkong's face relaxed for a while, and he smiled in front of the door.

The door opened, and an old man in his sixties, not tall, with a sickly face, appeared in front of him.

Seeing Hengkong, Wei coughed a few times, with a hint of a smile on his face: "Hengkong Dao Chief, I'm very happy to see that you are still alive, it seems that you didn't go to the Yin Demon Valley." ”

"Yin Demon Valley?"

Zhang Daoran frowned, and Hengkong said with a smile: "First of all, I will introduce a poor Taoist friend, this is the Taoist advocate of the Sanqing Guanguan in Sihu County, Qi Province." Fellow Daoist, this is the Wei Jushi mentioned by Poor Dao. ”

Zhang Daoran hugged his fists and saluted: "Fushou Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, poor Dao Zhang Daoran has seen Wei Jushi." ”

Wei nodded his head, turned sideways, and said, "These days, my health is not good, I have a fever and cough, and I can't go up the mountain, so I stay at home." Two Taoist leaders, please come in......"

"Wei Jushi's body seems to be a little weak, when he came to Poor Dao some time ago, Jushi kept coughing, and now he is not well?"

Hengkong glanced at Wei Jiao's head: "It's better for laymen to pay attention, go up the mountain to collect ginseng, if you don't pay attention, you will fall into the root of the disease." ”

Wei put his head with a look of hesitation on his face, coughed a few times, and said: "I will pay attention, when I am older, the root of the disease that fell when I was young will not be able to bear it, and it will begin to break out." ”

Zhang Daoran glanced at Wei Jiao's head: "The layman's illness is not light, now he is starting to cough up blood......

Wei Jiaotou's face changed dramatically, looking at Zhang Daoran's eyes, full of a trace of shock, stunned for a few seconds, Wei nodded his head: "Two Dao Chiefs, if you stay overnight, I will help you arrange it, my illness is ......"

Wei put his head on his face gloomy: "It will be contagious......"

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