The evening drum and morning bell are sonic in all directions.

The bell of the Buddhist temple Qingyue, in the faint morning light, spread throughout the entire Wanyun Valley, announcing the arrival of a new day.

On the bell tower, the little monk was meditating on his knees, and when he heard footsteps, he opened his eyes, and just saw Cheng Jun coming up, he immediately stood up and said, "Senior." ”

Cheng Jun said: "Okay, you go down to rest, now I'll be on duty." ”

The little monk let out an "oh", hesitated, and said, "Senior, three days have passed, let's wait for the rabbit like this, are we still not active enough?"

Cheng Jun smiled coldly and said, "I can afford to wait, the gentleman will take revenge, ten years is not too late." It's a pity that Song Daoyou can't wait for ten years, and Yue Hua's corpse is about to rot. His gaze moved up obliquely, and in front of the bell tower, opposite the big bell, there was now the corpse of Yue Hua Lao Dao. This is Cheng Jun hanged, in order to attract Song Yunjiang to come, this method is very despicable, but he believes that this is the most effective method.

The little monk sighed lightly, when he saw that Yue Hua Lao Dao was hanging on the bell tower like a dead dog, he was moved by compassion for a moment, but then his heart of revenge was even better, so he did not express any objections. He cared more about the effect of this method than the morality of this method, and said: "My letter has also been sent out for three days, and if the people of Wanma Temple do not go far, they should be believed." ”

Cheng Jun was stunned and said, "Now that the snow is closing the mountain, how can they enter the mountain?"

The little monk said: "The heavy snow closed the mountain on this side of Dabing County, and there is a small road leading to Gecheng from Wanyun Valley, they took this road at that time, and they came back from this road." The elder is old, and he may not be able to walk fast, but there are still warrior monks in the temple, and if he is fast, he may be able to see the leader within a few days. ”

Cheng Jun said: "Yes, I don't know how they are outside, but even if they come back, it must be difficult to have the scale they used to be." "Sheng Tian worships Taoism and suppresses Buddha, and the people also revere Taoist priests more. The local monks who have no prestige basically do not get much help. The monks who have lost their roots are afraid that it will not be easy to survive, and in order to make a living, some of them are also unable to find another way out. The old man, maybe it's not much, the warrior monks in the temple have learned a lot of skills, and they can support their families by finding a job as a martial arts master outside, maybe they are still alive and well, and how many are willing to wander with the old monks?

The little monk said: "I hope that there are a few of them, and it is better not to come back." Amitabha, the little monk said in vain. He recited the Buddha and said, "Senior, are you all right? Although our elders are not 90 years old, they are also in their 70s, and their knowledge of the Dharma is very superb. You pretending to be my uncle, it's really ......" ridiculous. It's just that this absurdity was approved by Uncle Shi before his death, and I don't know what the two of them thought, one proposed absurdly, and the other promised nonsense, which shows that cultivation has nothing to do with character, surname, or even intelligence.

Cheng Jun touched his bald head - he was attacked by Song Yunjiang and cut off a lot of hair, he asked for the surname to shave off the three thousand troubles, put on a monk's robe, and the idea of pretending to be a Dabao monk was of course a temporary idea for him, but staying in Wanma Temple for a while had already been planned. There is no way, the thing he wants to take can only be taken if he gets it, and he covets this Wanyun Valley after unlocking the spirit array, the spiritual energy is abundant, the place is secluded, plus the spirit stone is in hand, the resources are not worried, it is a good place to cultivate, so he is easily reluctant to leave.

He originally thought that with the relationship of the Dabao monk, he would stay in the Wanma Temple in the form of a pending order first, but it was really not okay, even if he became a monk for a period of time, and then he would take the things and leave. However, the monk Dabao died unexpectedly, and the plan naturally had to change. He was nerve-wracking at first - with the qualifications of a young monk, it was not enough to introduce him to the monastery. Of course, later he immediately thought of a bolder idea and directly pretended to be a monk of Dabao.

This idea is not only found ridiculous by the little monk, but Cheng Jun also knows that there is some child's play, but he has no fear, it is child's play, so what? If it weren't for the fact that his cultivation was still insufficient, he didn't want to cause trouble, and he took into account the face of the two monks, just like Ziyun Lao Dao, he directly occupied the Wanma Temple, and then changed it into his own Taoist temple, what could others do? Pretending to be a Dabao monk, living for a while, turning around and taking things and leaving without realizing it, the big guys are good to gather and disperse, that is not Cheng Jun's blessing, but the blessing of Wanma Temple.

In the final analysis, the identity of the Dabao monk is still very beautiful, at least the monks of Wanma Temple must be respected like their ancestors, which is much better than mixing in and being a monk - who wants to pretend to be a grandson if they can be an ancestor?

Cheng Jun smiled: "It's okay, if you don't get discovered, it's best, if you are discovered, let's slap our butts and leave, who dares to catch me?"

The little monk pursed his lips faintly, and he was only helpless about Cheng Jun's words that were similar to cheating. However, although he was a monk in Wanma Temple, except for the elders in the temple, he didn't have a good impression of others, and he didn't feel anything about Cheng Jun's trouble. Moreover, Cheng Jun stayed in Wanma Temple, he actually welcomed it in his heart, after all, the Dabao monk had a limited time when he was dying, and only passed on his entry formula, which was only a few hundred words, which was already very difficult, although he was smart, but he only had to memorize it, and the meaning should be carefully referenced. Therefore, if Cheng Jun, a senior of cultivation, is by his side, although he is a Taoist sect, his knowledge is much stronger than his own, and some things will be much cheaper.

In fact, he still has his own path to gain insight into the Tao, and he has been able to obtain that opportunity for two years, and he is still behind the mountain temple - but for some reason, he would rather believe in the Dabao monk and Cheng Jun, who he has known for a short time.

Thinking of this, the little monk saluted Cheng Jun again and slowly went downstairs.

As soon as the little monk left, a sneer appeared at the corner of Cheng Jun's mouth, and he simply waited for the rabbit, but the efficiency was too slow.

Stretching out his hand, Cheng Jun had already turned out a snow-bright ring knife in his hand, and the bright red marks on the blade were clearly visible.

It was Song Yunjiang's blood, which was left by Cheng Jun when he succeeded in the sneak attack in the dungeon, and after only three days, the blood was still as bright as yesterday.

If it was said before, Cheng Jun couldn't cure her because the resources in his hands were not enough. But he had just obtained the treasure of the upper layer of the dungeon, and the most important thing in it was low-grade materials, such as the fur of low-level demon beasts and spiritual sand.

Enough of these.

Taking out a smooth fur from the Qiankun bag - it was a Moon Shadow Fox's belly skin, smooth and supple, which could make the spirit runes on the three grades - and spread it on the ground, Cheng Jun dipped the mixed spirit sand with one hand, and gently swiped it in the air, a volley of light condensed, like a wonderful pen, drawing a bright red blood mark and falling on the fur. But in a matter of moments, a complex and indescribable pattern has been formed. The light on the fur is like a seal, and the symbol is extremely agile, as if it will come out of the frame at any time and fly into the sky.

Blood chasing soul talisman, become.

The refining of a spirit rune was in Cheng Jun's hands, and it was only a breath of time.

With this spiritual rune, and with blood as the guide, within a radius of a hundred miles, no one can escape the owner of blood. I think that Cheng Jun's cultivation was still there, with the high-level blood-fixing soul chasing spirit talisman and a flying sword, he fell into the Yellow Spring and took people's heads thousands of miles away, living up to the name of "soul chasing". Now that the cultivation has been lost, it is pitiful that this spiritual rune that has frightened the cultivation world and has nowhere to hide, can only be reduced to a messenger.

Cheng Jun stretched out his hand and placed the blood-stained ring knife in front of the spirit rune, the light flickered several times, the original bright red symbol darkened, and then it shone brightly, and the light jumped even more powerfully, as if eager to try.

Cheng Jun sat cross-legged, adjusted his true qi, raised his head, and showed a smile - a hundred miles away, so that you have nowhere to hide. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he picked up the ring knife he was carrying again, stood up, slashed from the hanging corpse of the old Tao, took an object, reached out and took out the inverted talisman wrapped in the thing, raised his hand, and shouted: "Go-"

A yellow light flew out along the wind, and instantly disappeared in the sky, Cheng Jun looked at the light taken out, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly-the letter had been sent.

Wait for you for an hour, and don't wait for it to be outdated. Come and go as you like, as long as you're not afraid to regret it.

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