Seeing that the danger had passed, a group of monks hurriedly came up to extinguish the fire. Fang Tai helped Fang Yuan back to the wing, and then found a bottle of pills and some external wound medicine from the medicine room and handed them to Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan took a pill, breathed for a while, and then burned it on the fire with the blade of his sword, cut the skin and flesh on the mouth, and took out the arrowhead.

Although cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, his face did not change during the whole process, as if he was not cutting the flesh on his body, and Fang Tai's eyes on the side jumped, and there was a little more admiration in his eyes.

The wound medicine was sprinkled on the wound, and a cool feeling slowly spread. Fortunately, those crossbowmen were full of confidence, and felt that there was no reason for so many people to kill a child, so they did not apply any poison or dirt to the arrow, otherwise it would not be so easy to solve.

"Master, is there really an evil law in this world?" Zhang Yuan said that he had bumped into the shadow on the ground before with the intention of causing harm.

Hearing what happened to Zhang Yuan before, Fang Tai's eyes widened suddenly: "This is the trick of those Daoists! Daoists who can make the Yin God get out of their shells can only be found by asking Tianguan, right?"

Fang Yuan on the collapse was also stunned: "Not bad." But...... How is this possible!"

Fang Tai patted his little bald head indignantly: "This group of miscellaneous hairs must have colluded with those people in the Shinto Sect to make things difficult for us." ”

Fang Yuan glared at him: "Don't speak falsely!"

Fang Tai was so anxious that he jumped to his feet: "Senior brother, when is this happening?

Zhang Yuan listened quietly and did not interject. Fang Yuan sighed: "The Temple of the Past Life and my temple ...... Although there is usually a lot of competition for the sake of incense believers, it is not so much. ”

"Wait!" Fang Yuan suddenly remembered something, and looked at Zhang Yuan with some surprise: "You...... How did you dispel that cast?"

Although people in Buddhism are born with the power to resist evil things, the yin soul that comes out of the shell is not trivial, and it is not something that ordinary novices can resist.

Zhang Yuan slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, collected the exercises, and his face flickered under the dim candlelight: "Hum Ha Eryin, if it has the effect of driving away evil spirits, if not, I don't know what the consequences will be if I am hit by that yin spirit." ”

Fang Yuan's eyes widened: "You...... You've reached the 'monk' position?"

Zhang Yuan nodded silently.

Fang Tai Qi Ai said: "No, I only officially became a monk some time ago, although you are older than me...... But how long have you been in the hospital? Also, you haven't shaved your head!"

As he spoke, he turned around and said angrily, "Senior brother, how did you say it in the first place? If you don't shave your hair, you can't learn spells!"

Fang Yuan smiled bitterly and recited the Buddha's name, only then did he look at Zhang Yuan with a complicated expression: "This humming two tones is actually a kind of Zen sound, but when it is rarely used, it saves your life unexpectedly." ”

After a pause, he said, "If you are struck by that ghost, it will come up to you and devour your soul." Although you are strong in martial arts, you are training your body, not your soul, so you are invincible to the other party's yin soul. ”

Then, Fang Yuan said some more common sense about the Daoist Academy.

In the Great Wei Dynasty, the Taoist Academy and Buddhism went hand in hand, and both were respected for being good at curing human diseases.

The two are different, Buddhism is good at using the sound of Zen singing to drive away people's yin and evil, and the high depths can build bones and muscles, while the Taoist Academy is good at using Fu water to cure people's diseases, and the higher rank can make people resurrect from the dead.

The two gates are all over the world, and the Buddhist gate is headed by the former life temple, and the Taoist temple is respected by asking the heavens.

The cultivators are also divided into ranks, namely Taoists, Taoists, and Monks.

Daozi, good can draw talismans, burn them mixed with rootless water, can cure most diseases.

Taoist priests can bring violent people back to life, but there are many restrictions and many prerequisites.

A mage can cultivate his soul to the point of getting out of his shell and travel thousands of miles at night. Not only can it cure people, but it can also harm people.

The ghost is harmful, and there are many restrictions. First of all, those who hold official positions in the imperial court, whether they are relatives of the emperor, family members, or officials of poor families, or even Jiupin officials - not to mention harming people, even if they treat people, they must be explicitly allowed by the other party.

Secondly, there are monks, martial arts masters, and the army. This type of person is weaker in the restraint of the Yin Spirit, but it is also divided into specific levels. For example, a monk, unless he reaches the position of abbot, can be completely immune to the attack of the Yin Spirit, if he is a monk, he is in a weak position, but the Yin Spirit will not be better, and often both sides will lose. If it is a novice, there is no resistance.

Besides, the army or martial arts masters, such as the level of the Wuxiangzi, the Yin Soul is completely helpless, and the same is true for the murderous generals and warriors in the army, but as long as it is in the military camp, the blood of the soldiers in the battle array is surging, and it is difficult for the Yin Soul to be close to it.

In general, the yin soul of a mage-level Taoist is restrained by the dragon qi of the imperial court, the blood qi of the army, the internal qi of a martial arts master, and the Dharma of a person in the empty gate, but like Zhang Li, the dual identity of a martial arts master and a practitioner of Buddhism is something that the Taoist behind him did not expect.

In other words, Xiangguofu didn't expect Zhang Yuan's changes now, so he gave wrong information, so that the Taoist who came out of the shell of the ghost made a misjudgment.

But no matter what, devouring people's souls with yin spirits, unless it is a weak female stream or a child, it will always cause some harm to oneself, so even if Zhang Yuan did not practice Buddhism and let that yin soul enter his body, the result would be one death and one injury.

When Zhang Yuan heard this, he silently drew out his long sword, only to see that the blood stains on it were faint and quite flawed.

Saying goodbye to Fang Yuan at the moment, he didn't say what he planned to do, and walked over the wall alone, heading in the direction of Wentianguan.

The minions are so rampant, if they are not cut down with swift momentum, I don't know how many ghosts and ghosts will hide in the darkness in the future, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow!

Enough blood has been shed tonight!

At this moment, it is the fifth watch, the darkest two hours before dawn.

In this so-called "never sleeping" Wang Jing, the worldly hustle and bustle did not affect the two temples and courtyards far apart, and the heavy night firmly shrouded the whole land, only Lan Kwai Fong, the most prosperous city in Luoyi City, is still lit at this time.

Zhang Yuan swept into the city, took a horse by the hand, and ran on those remote streets where there were no soldiers patrolling, and approached Wentianguan little by little.

One person, one horse, is galloping at a high speed, and the sword in his waist is buzzing!

At this time, in the Wentian Temple, there was a dimly lit chamber.

The old Taoist with a bitter face seemed to be even more sad at this moment, and even the hideous face of the idol above him was not as good as his.

Looking at the middle-aged Taoist who was cross-legged on the futon, he only felt more and more uneasy in his heart.

When he was anxious, the candlelight suddenly moved, and the bitter-faced Taoist hurriedly looked towards it, and found that the Taoist on the ground had bulging eyes and his face was like gold paper.

"Senior brother...... Save...... Help me!"

The middle-aged Taoist raised an arm, his five fingers spread, trembling and swishing in the air......

The bitter-faced Daoist sank, and hurriedly raised the other party's head and poured a bowl of prepared talisman water.

The middle-aged Taoist gasped for breath, as if he had been holding in the water for a long time, and he couldn't breathe for a long time.

"I'm useless...... I'm scrapped...... Senior brother, I'm completely useless!!" The Taoist muttered to himself, laughing miserably.