"Master?"

Suddenly found that the master opened his eyes, and his eyes revealed an unprecedented solemnity, and the middle-aged man sitting upright in the palace asked cautiously.

It is the fifth disciple of the Great Heavenly Master, Tsering, who is also the only remaining disciple, and in addition to handling official duties, he spends almost his spare time in the palace of the Potala Palace, practicing with the master.

Nine months ago, the Great Heavenly Master returned to the palace, and since then he has begun a long period of cultivation, rarely bothered by external affairs, and has never behaved like this.

So Tsering felt very strange.

"Just now... As if the teacher was being stared at by a pair of eyes..."

The Great Heavenly Master's face was full of doubts, and he said slowly: "That look is very familiar, it seems that I met it a year ago... But it can't be..."

The more he went down, the more solemn the Great Heavenly Master's expression became.

At his level, the spirit and spirit have become one, and he has surpassed the realm of mortals, with a long life and a clear spiritual platform, how could he suddenly hallucinate?

"Master, you may be too tired... You have been lecturing to your disciples these days, and when it comes to the Chinese New Year, there are many pilgrims outside, and it is easy to make noise. ”

Tsering sat on the ground and said cautiously.

"Maybe..."The Great Celestial Master's expression was still solemn.

As an apprentice, Tsering had seen the catastrophe that happened in the Potala Palace a year ago, and had also dealt with Zhang Yang, so he was very aware of the master's doubts, and he said:

"Master, the Persian Meteor-III missile is the strongest firepower on the surface, covering a radius of five hundred meters, and can directly destroy the square opposite, and no form of life on Earth can survive. And... Isn't that why you have a friendship with His Excellency Pahlavi?"

"yes... You're right. The Great Heavenly Master nodded slowly and sighed: "When the missile fell, Wei Shi witnessed it with his own eyes, even if it was three or four kilometers away, the shock wave was extremely strong, and it was difficult to imagine what kind of picture it would be at the center of the explosion." ”

Speaking of this, he showed a mocking smile:

"Mr. Zhang, he is not an immortal after all, I'm afraid he will be completely destroyed in the first place. ”

At this time, the Great Heavenly Master's expression had regained his calmness, and instead of taking the strange intuition just now to heart, he asked:

"By the way, Tsering, do you know the location of the wisp of Heavenly Soul that was lost last time?"

"Returning to the Master, the disciples asked the old lama, and they saw that it was a young woman from Jiangdu who took the green lantern away. The disciple once sent people to Jiangdu, but it may be difficult to recapture the green lantern... Because, the guardian of the green lantern is a very powerful Miaojiang witch. ”

"Miao Jiang Witch?" The Great Heavenly Master frowned slightly, clasped his hands together and said, "It's not enough, it's a pity that Dele and they are gone... Anyway, when the teacher is out of the customs, he will go to Jiangdu in person to retrieve the green lantern and the heavenly soul. ”

"Master Mingjian. ”

Tsering bowed his head and said.

"Don't let these things disturb your mind, let's continue to chant the mantra..."

As he spoke, the Great Celestial Master closed his eyes, and suddenly, the hairs on his body stood up, and he opened his eyes violently and looked at the gate of the palace.

"Master, what are you?"

With doubts, Tsering also turned his head to look, and suddenly took a sharp breath.

I saw that outside the gate of the palace, there was a clear figure, with black hair and a long robe, and eyes like meteors, as if it appeared out of thin air, without the slightest warning.

'It can't be, he's already dead in the Wakhan corridor, he's not going to be here... What the hell?'

Tsering's first reaction was disbelief, he rubbed his eyes and looked again, and found that there was still such a figure standing at the door, just standing still and not speaking.

"Is this a ghost?"

Tsering plucked up his courage, stood up from the futon, pinched the mantra in his hand, and cast a spell.

This is the tantric method of Tibetan Buddhism, specializing in overcoming evil demons and demons, when Tsering served in the police force, he once met a lot of haunting ghosts at the scene of the murder, and he was overtaken by the magic spell.

'As long as you're a shadow, this spell is your nemesis!'

Tsering was full of confidence, but he was shocked by the next scene.

I saw that the spell that extended out was directly dissolved by the Gang Qi when it came into contact with Zhang Yang's body three meters around, and Zhang Yang finally said the first sentence at this time:

"Look for death!"

He slapped his palms impatiently, and the vitality of heaven and earth rolled in, turning into a real force, and suddenly set off a storm in the palace.

'Smack!'

Before Tsering could react, the talisman on his body had been automatically activated, and Shengsheng blocked it for him, and then it was directly shattered.

At this time, Zhang Yang had already raised his palm impatiently and pressed it in the air.

With a bang, a huge invisible palm fell from the sky, as if it was an iron wall, and suddenly smashed a palm print on the floor of the palace.

As for Tsering, he has been crushed into a patty by Zhenli and firmly stuck to the floor, and I am afraid that he will have to rely on a shovel to shovel it down.

"Tsering. ”

Seeing this scene, the Great Heavenly Master's eyes trembled suddenly, and a trace of regret flashed, this was his last disciple.

"Sect Master Zhang, don't deceive people too much!"

The Great Heavenly Master burst into a shout, raised his hand and shook it, directly holding a prayer wheel in the void, puffing up his breath, and said word by word:

"Om, well, what, horn"

Before he finished reciting the six-character mantra, he saw Zhang Yang squinting, his five fingers together, and he slashed down in the air.

'Whew!'

The raging wind condensed into a blade of wind, sharper than the sharpest katana in the world, stretching all the way through, pulling a long trail across the floor.

With a 'snap' sound, the wind blade slashed at the golden light shield around the Great Heavenly Master, and the golden light shield shattered in response, turning into nothingness and dissipating in the void.

"Ahh ”

The Great Heavenly Master's expression changed drastically, and he didn't even have time to take a breath when he saw Zhang Yang step out, and the whole person stood on top of his head, raised his left foot, and stepped on it violently!

"Crack, mountain, river!"

Suddenly, a violent energy vibration was triggered in the void, accompanied by a 'boom' thunderous sound, as if a cannonball exploded in the air, spreading out a surging shock ripple, and all the furnishings in the palace were instantly swept away.

Under such a vast true power, the Great Heavenly Master had no room for resistance at all, and was directly stepped on with a kick, falling heavily on the floor, his chest was dented in a large piece, and all the internal organs and bones were shattered, leaving only a trace of flesh still sticky.

Seeing that Zhang Yang was about to step on it again, the Great Heavenly Master shouted strongly: "Grandmaster Zhang... Spare your life!"

As he shouted, he set off a storm in his heart: How is it that after a year, this Zhang Yang has not only not died under the strategic missile, but his skills have made such great progress? You must know that even a small half of the injuries he suffered have not been repaired.

Zhang Yang is still Zhang Yang, but the Great Heavenly Master is no longer the land immortal who can fight with Zhang Yang for hundreds of rounds at will, his current cultivation is the level of a half-step god, although the realm is similar to Zhang Yang, but the gap in strength is too big, it is simply one heaven and one underground.

"If you want to live, let's see if you have this value. ”

Zhang Yang thought about it, but this foot still stayed in the air and did not step on it, but looked at the Great Heavenly Master with a smile.

Before he could start asking, the Great Heavenly Master had already complained with tears in his eyes: "Grandmaster Zhang, that missile was launched by the Persians, it was General Pahlavi of the Revolutionary Guards, he wanted to avenge his son, so he dropped the missile, and this matter has nothing to do with the poor monk!"

Speaking of this, a trace of enthusiasm flashed in his eyes, and he continued: "As long as Sect Master Zhang spares the poor monk and does not die, the poor monk will help you lure His Excellency Pahlavi to the territory of China and crush his bones to ashes!"

"Kill him?" Zhang Yang said, holding his chin, "It seems that I don't need your help, but I can do it." ”

As he spoke, he was about to step on this foot again.

"Grandmaster Zhang, General Pahlavi is the army commander of the Revolutionary Guards, the entire Revolutionary Guards are protecting him, and he also has the protection of Zoroastrianism in Persia, not to mention killing him, even if you want to get close to him, it is completely impossible!"

"Only the poor monk, the poor monk and General Pahlavi have been good friends for many years, as long as the poor monk comes forward, he will definitely be able to lure him out of the capital Tehran, and then you can start!"

"Well, it sounds like a lot of trouble, what if he doesn't come out? ”

When Zhang Yang said this, the Great Heavenly Master's face was suddenly full of ashes, and his eyes were full of despair.

But his next words made the Great Heavenly Master see a glimmer of hope:

"But for the sake of being so honest, it's not impossible to leave you a glimmer of life, after all, you are a living Buddha, and it's useful to keep it. ”

"Yes, yes, as long as Grandmaster Zhang spares the poor monk and does not die, the poor monk will serve you in the future, including the entire Tibetan Buddhism, and will also serve you!" The Great Heavenly Master said busily, "The strength of this Tibetan Buddhism is very huge, money, connections, power, everything, as long as Grandmaster Zhang wants, it is all yours! There is also the living Buddha of the poor monk, which can also be given to Grandmaster Zhang!"

He was still extremely intoxicated, and suddenly there was a 'scratch' sound, and his body had been completely trampled by this sideways kick.

"Grandmaster Zhang, you"

The Great Heavenly Master's divine soul was floating in the void, and his face was full of incredulity.

Obviously, Zhang Yang said that he wouldn't kill him, why did he suddenly step on him again? Could it be because he said too much and provoked him?

"I didn't mean to leave you alive. Zhang Yang grinned, looking harmless to humans and animals.

He pinched a magic trick with one hand, condensed his mana, opened his hand and grabbed it, grabbed the Great Heavenly Master's divine soul in the void, pinched it into a small cloud of translucent mist, and regardless of his struggles, he directly began to silently recite the spell of the soul refining technique.

This soul refining technique is a secretary in the cultivation realm, and as the name suggests, it is to refine other people's souls. The opponents that Zhang Yang met before were too shallow, and most of them had no divine souls, and they finally met a young witch master, who had just cultivated their divine souls, and they were too weak to be worth refining.

But the Great Heavenly Master is different, he is a real land immortal, the cultivation of the early stage of the gods, the soul is very complete, and the mana is abundant, it is indeed a good material.

"When I say that I want to keep you useful, I don't want you to meditate and let the living Buddha, but let you become my instrumental spirit. ”

Zhang Yang continued to recite the mantra silently as he spoke.

At this time, in the palm of his hand, it seemed as if an invisible flame was burning. The Great Heavenly Master was imprisoned, and he only felt that he was in pain, it was almost worse than death, and he shouted bitterly:

"Machine spirit, what is machine spirit?!"

"You'll find out later. ”

Zhang Yang ignored the Great Heavenly Master's screaming and quickened the operation of the magic technique, and soon the Great Heavenly Master's divine soul was refined into a cloud of white mist, which looked like it was already dying.

"Almost. ”

Zhang Yang observed for a moment, then took out the flying sword, held the divine soul in one hand, and pinched the flying sword in the other, combining the two together.

With a 'poof' sound, the flying sword emitted a golden rainbow, which seemed to be resistant, but as the soul refining technique continued to operate, the golden rainbow gradually softened, absorbing the Great Heavenly Master's divine soul little by little, as if a turtle was slowly chewing food.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the last wisp of divine soul was also absorbed by Jin Hong, and Zhang Yang's left hand was already empty.

"Grandmaster Zhang, what's going on, how did the poor monk turn into a sword?"

Zhang Yang didn't control it, but the flying sword floated in the air on its own, shook it a few times, and actually made a sound.

However, this voice belongs to the divine soul transmission, which only exists at the spiritual level, and no one else can hear it except Zhang Yang.

"Hehe, isn't it good to turn into a sword, so that you will live forever. Zhang Yang smiled and comforted him, "In the future, you will be my instrument spirit, if you have half-heartedness, I will send you to see the Buddha immediately." ”

As he was talking, Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed, and the magic sword suddenly shone with a golden rainbow, which seemed to have no lethality, but it had an extremely violent spiritual blow.

Sure enough, the voice of the Great Heavenly Master begging for mercy was immediately heard: "Sect Master Zhang spares his life, the poor monk must be loyal!"

"Then I'll trust you for once. ”

Zhang Yang nodded, and as soon as his mind moved, the golden rainbow no longer shone.

And at this time, the voice of the Great Heavenly Master came again:

"Sect Master Zhang, is it possible that from now on, the poor monks will all be confined in this sword? Is there any hope of seeing the light of day again?"

"Hmm..."Zhang Yang held his chin, as if thinking about something.

The Great Heavenly Master then chattered: "Sect Master Zhang, I won't tell you, this sword is good, but it's too narrow, and the poor monk is quite uncomfortable staying here... Can you change to a bigger sword?"

"Also, this"

As soon as he said this, he was interrupted indifferently by Zhang Yang:

"Alas, I originally wanted to leave you a touch of sanity, but you are too restless, so I'd better erase your sanity and refine it again. ”

After speaking, Zhang Yang began to recite the magic technique silently.

"Sect Master Zhang, please slow down, please slow down! The poor monk knows that he is wrong, and the poor monk will not say anything more! Please keep the poor monk a touch of sanity!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Great Heavenly Master hurriedly begged for it.

As everyone knows, he kept talking, and Zhang Yang was more convinced that he would erase his mind.

After all, this is really annoying, this great heavenly master is completely a broken thought, I'm afraid that if you don't stop talking about it for twenty-four hours, Zhang Yang won't have to be driven crazy.

Therefore, Zhang Yang was ruthless and decided to erase the Great Heavenly Master's sanity.

With the operation of the refining technique, the Great Heavenly Master spoke more and more, faster and faster, almost as if reciting a mantra, and later, those words begging for mercy could no longer be heard, replaced by insults and swearing, although he was a monk, but the ability to scold the street was no worse than that of a shrew, and he scolded for more than half an hour, without repeating a sentence, which simply made Zhang Yang embarrassed.

After more than an hour like this, the voice of the Great Heavenly Master finally disappeared forever.

I saw the flying sword floating in the air, and the golden rainbow flickered brightly and darkly, as if it had spirituality.

"Alas, it's a pity, this flying sword has a spirit spirit, and it could have been promoted to a spirit treasure, but the spirit has no sanity, and this spirit is still a lot weaker, so it can barely be regarded as a half-spirit treasure..."

Zhang Yang shook his head, only feeling a pang of regret.

The gap between this spirit treasure and the half-spirit treasure is really not small.

If the Great Heavenly Master is an obedient master and can be competent as a machine spirit, Zhang Yang will take it with him and release it when he kills the enemy in battle, there is no need to consume energy on the flying sword, because the flying sword belongs to the spirit treasure, has its own spiritual intelligence, and can kill the enemy by itself. And Zhang Yang can free up his energy and use other immortal martial arts.

In this way, the flying sword is no longer an item, but equivalent to a combat partner, which can be used with the master to kill the enemy and cooperate with each other.

But now the spirit in the flying sword has no sanity, so although it can be freely controlled, it will be very dull, just like a computer program, after all, there is no brain flexibility.

"Forget it, let's make do with it, the half-spirit treasure is also a spirit treasure, this flying sword has the blessing of the machine spirit, and the power has at least doubled, which is already very good." ”

Zhang Yang comforted himself, turned around and left the palace, and returned to the square in three or two steps.

The whole square, as well as the palace, is still in order, everyone is doing their own thing, and nothing seems to have changed.

It is also true that in Tibetan Buddhism, the Great Heavenly Master is more of a spiritual symbol, and never pays attention to these mundane matters, which are usually handled by the lamas themselves. Now that he has ended up in such a miserable end, his bones are still piled up in the palace, and I am afraid that it will take a long time for him to be discovered.

"The state of Persia, the Revolutionary Guards, General Pahlavi ... Hehe, you dare to do something to me, are you ready to bear the wrath of the grandmaster?"

Looking at the western sky, Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows and smiled.

He originally planned to go back to Jiangdu first, report the safety of his relatives and friends, and then come to settle the hatred, but then after thinking about it, he didn't want to have a long night and dreams, so he simply went west, entered Tehran, the capital of Persia, and found the Pahlavi general to talk about his life with him.

It's not just about himself, but also about the venerable border guard, Li Chaoyang.

......

Middle East, Mashhad International Airport.

A flight from the Tibetan area of China slowly stopped, and the passengers left the apron in an orderly manner and entered the airport hall. Most of them were Chinese and Polish businessmen and travelers, carrying heavy suitcases and different appearances.

But among them, there was a very special young man, dressed in a thin black robe, with a handsome face like a god, and a body as pure as mutton fat and white jade, as if he were a flawless crystal statue.

It was Zhang Yang.

"Phew, I haven't been on a plane for a long time, and I don't remember how it felt..."

Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time unfolded his divine thoughts, extending out in all directions to the west, first the hall, then the airport, and then the entire city, all covering them.

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