Lin Feng's situation, this is really a blunt knife to pull his ass, and his eyes have been opened.

Daoist Zhang studied Lin Feng for a long time, and was amazed.

He even clapped his hands in admiration.

Unenvisioned paths.

It turns out that my [Taiyin Body] can still practice like this.

I don't know.

Zhang Zhuoen gave his name to Lin Feng with kindness: "You are Zhang Zhuoen, you are Zhang Zhuoen." ”

His frank appearance, which he didn't mind at all, startled Lin Feng.

Lin Feng: "......"

One didn't hold back.

Lin Feng gave a thumbs up to show his admiration.

As for what to admire.

Let Zhang Zhuoen guess for himself.

After much deliberation, Lin Feng still asked, "Are you still alive?" ”

"You ask Zhang Zhuoen? He has become an immortal," Zhang Zhuoen said indifferently: "People who have become immortals, where is the difference between living and dying."

What do you say first to call death?

Is the decline of the physical body, the decay of the five internal organs called death, or is the soul like a lamp extinguished, and the spirit like soot called death? ”

Lin Feng: "......"

I'm going to swear.

Leave here to discuss philosophy with me.

I'll just ask you if you're alive, why do you talk to me so much?

Lin Feng: "When everyone talks about death, the first thing that comes to mind is the meaning of death. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Zhuoen said nonchalantly: "I am the spirit of the word he left on the wooden card, whether he is dead or not, how do I know?"

But I guess I'm very happy, after all, when he stayed with me, he had deep mana, even if he didn't eat or drink and imprisoned and suppressed for hundreds of years, he probably didn't have anything to do, not to mention how happy he was when he ate and drank in Heavenly Court. ”

Lin Feng: "You don't care about your feelings. ”

The word spirit Zhang Zhuoen really doesn't matter.

Zhang Zhuoen said that he was the word spirit used by the Taoist priest Zhang Zhuoen to suppress the demons here.

It's an afterimage left behind by a magical power.

Whether Zhang Zhuoen is going to die or not, he doesn't know.

But the word spirit, that is, he, is about to dissipate, and he is going to die.

Zhang Zhuoen: "He lives very happily, I can't live, the oil runs out." If it weren't for the fact that there were still three points of foundation, bluffing the mountain god, I am afraid that even those people would not be able to save them. ”

Lin Feng: "You saved people?" What about people? ”

Zhang Zhuoen, the word spirit: "It's all thrown back to where they should go, noisy and shouting, noisy and making people's heads hurt, if it weren't for their frailty, I would be a seal alone!"

Clearing the images from their minds will consume the last of my aura, and this time I will be completely dead.

My role there is to be a demon in Yongzhen, but who knows that when it comes, the mountain god will become a demon.

I was going to kill this wingman, but I had to end up with it.

I'm the word spirit, and you want me to fight with the mountain god? I had the intention of killing this guy, but unfortunately I didn't have the ability.

Daoist Zhang also had a time when he looked away, but he didn't expect that when this mountain god was torn into six petals, he still kept his back hand.

I see him like this, he has long been prepared, and the six bodies are one.

The monsters that have been fighting for it all these years, the Yin God, have become his food.

When the age comes, he will be born.

That's right, for these spirits, a few hundred years is just like that, but for us Taoist monks, a hundred years is long enough, and the Taoist system is lost.

The world has changed greatly, the evil spirits have come out of the mountain, I have no tricks, and at most I will scare and scare him. After saving someone, I slapped him, he didn't hurt, but I ran out of means, and the lamp ran out.

But it's fate that I can still meet you when I go down the mountain. ”

Daoist Zhang said with his back hand behind his back and talked eloquently.

Ziling's personality is very similar to Zhang Zhuoen's character.

When it comes to dissipation, open-mindedness is like talking about other people's things.

On the contrary, Lin Feng was a little obsessed.

Lin Feng: "Can you save it?" ”

Zhang Zhuoen: "Save? Do you still want to save? Are you going to save me?

I've suppressed demons for so many years, and I'm finally able to leave, why save me? I'll show you a few hundred more years of demons, right? ”

Lin Feng: "......"

It's me who is abrupt and disturbing your time off work.

With nothing to say, Lin Feng originally thought that the matter was over.

People were rescued.

The wild gods in their hands are gone, and the raw materials for making sacrificial incense are gone.

Who would have thought that Zhang Zhuoen, the spirit of the word, asked Lin Feng if he wanted to do something good.

Lin Feng said something good.

Zhang Zhuoen, the word spirit, said that there must be good things in the mountains, there should be some magic weapons, and good luck can also pick up dying demons.

The demons and monsters in the outer mountains, Zhang Zhuoen, who passed by back then, couldn't look down on them, and the Taoist monks who entered the mountains later didn't bother to do anything, and when they saw that someone dealt with them, they didn't finish it again.

But it's different in the mountains.

That's the point they're clarifying.

If nothing else, as long as there is any threat to them, they will be killed a hundred times.

The Taoist practice of opening the altar, the Jiao field, the "purification" of the monks and masters over and over again, and the water and land puja over and over again.

Under such intensity, all the demons that can be sent away have been sent away.

Those who can't be sent away have become several paragraphs, and those who die can't die anymore.

Those who can't be killed, all of them have been suppressed and contained!

Deep in the mountains, the evil spirit of the six days no longer has a climate.

As for whether the Shengxian Village has been breached.

Zhang Zhuoen, the word spirit, didn't know about this, he couldn't feel that far away. However, he selfishly felt that the Shengxian Village should not have been opened.

If it can be opened, the national teacher of Meng Yuan and the mage of the Song Dynasty should almost be able to open the Ascension Immortal Village.

It is not necessary for the Taoist monks of the Ming Dynasty to deal with the matter of [Shengxian Village].

To a certain extent.

Meng Yuan Guoshi plus the Song Dynasty mage, where they can't deal with it, the Ming Dynasty can't handle it.

Unless there's something strange going on in this place.

Otherwise, the monks and Taoists of the Ming Dynasty, these secular high-end combat power, have not changed much in the past few hundred years.

Even the number of magic masters in the world is still decreasing like a cliff.

The spells weren't too much of a novelty either.

In this regard, he speculated that [Shengxian Village] is fortunately located in the mountains of Xiangxi, "It's not the mage who comes to find trouble with it now, it's that it doesn't come to find trouble with the mage." ”

Zhao Zhuoen, the word spirit, was unaware of how dangerous what he said.

He suggested that Lin Feng go with him to the deep mountains of Xiangxi to have a look.

"Even if there is a problem in the mountains, it will not be a big problem.

You will know the [Taiyin Element], and you must have learned a lot of the tricks of subduing demons and eliminating demons.

Zhang Zhuoen is a violent temper, there are few handprints and talismans in his hands, there are few gentle, and there is no problem in killing a few demons scattered outside.

Could it be that Samadhi is really hot?

Do you understand the curse of being cursed by the Northern Emperor?

Do you know how to deal with a thousand-year-old ghost? ”

Zhang Zhuoen, the spirit of the word, said a lot of words, saying that as long as Lin Feng got a little opportunity from the real Zhang Zhuoen, it would be absolutely no problem to enter the mountain.

When Lin Feng heard this, he showed an embarrassed but polite smile.

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He took out the broken bowl, the residual incense, the rootless water, and the incense ash together, inserted two fast sticks, and made a posture of [Offering Rice Identification Trick], in the unbelievable eyes of Zhang Zhuoen, the word spirit, held the broken bowl in front of her, and made a gesture of "just like that".

Zhang Zhuoen, the word spirit, raised his chin, and he was shocked beyond words.

"That's it."

He said.

Lin Feng smiled and nodded.

Then he motioned to the nine opera masters who were singing around him and the "Seven Martial Seas of His Majesty" to come over, pointed at them and said, "There are still them." ”

"When they grow up, they can borrow a touch of the true spirit of the Buddha-figure, or they can fight. For now, it's better to put it away. ”

Zhang Zhuoen, the spirit of the word, said euphemistically, these ghosts of yours are really not good.

Let's disperse.

You go back to your Yangguan Road, and I'll cross my single-plank bridge.

Lin Feng refused.

Lin Feng: "Then relying on this alone, how sure are we that we venture in?" ”

Ziling Zhang Zhuoen: "Five-five." ”

Lin Feng: "Then let's go into the mountain." ”

Zhang Zhuoen: "You are going to go to five or five?" ”

Lin Feng: "Hey, I still have to go, I have a Taoist chief with me, what am I afraid of?" ”

Zhang Zhuoen: "I'm just a word spirit, I'm dying, I can't help you." ”

Lin Feng Zhengse said: "Hey, what does the Taoist chief mean by this? I went with the Taoist chief, the main companion. ”

Zhang Zhuoen, the word spirit, also looked at Lin Feng with a straight face, as if he wanted to see a flower on his face.

Sure that Lin Feng was not joking, Zhang Zhuoen stroked his palm again: "Good boy, don't be afraid of death and leave, but let me make it clear, this folk trick of yours may not be effective in the mountains." ”

Lin Feng: "I understand. ”

If there was no word spirit Zhao Zhuoen to say, Lin Feng really planned to go to the mountains to find out.

But now, he ran away in vain, and the problem of the village was dealt with.

But what about his wild gods?

My wild god ran away!

The temptation of the wild god is too great for him.

Except for this, Lin Feng didn't know how he should go to the wild god, a strange existence like "Grandma" was not something that could be seen every day.

Deep in the mountains of Xiangxi, it is tantamount to a treasure trove for him.

There is no such shop in this village.

What's more, Zhang Zhuoen in front of him, although it is only the spirit of words left by Zhang Zhuoen in history.

But the word spirit knows much more than he knows.

Lin Feng had something to ask this person.

He and Lin Feng walked forward, Lin Feng locked the car first, and walked towards the mountain with the broken bowl in his hand.

Xiangxi is vast.

The mountains are like the sky, the people are like ants, and the mountains are like daisies.

In this world.

The area of the mountains in Xiangxi exceeds the area of the two provinces where it is located combined.

That's the real thing, the behemoth.

……

The mountain road that has just rained, one person and one soul walk calmly.

It's very freehand.

I don't know when the sky was hanging, a big sun was hung, Lin Feng observed again and again, and determined that this was the rising sun.

About a true sun, can not be eaten.

The morning dew on the trees on both sides wet his clothes.

The mood is very good.

It's just that the mountains of Xiangxi are a little quieter.

Someone's noise woke up the mountain.

Lin Feng: "Dao Chief, why did you erase the memories of those people. ”

Zhang Zhuoen, the spirit of the word: "Naturally, it is to eliminate the connection."

The evil cult likes to come to the door through various contacts, and then through dreams at night, treachery at night, or various punishments, so that those who have contact with him are afraid, so as to worship themselves and gain strength.

When we encounter these evils, we have to get rid of them as well as the connections.

It seems that Zhang Zhuoen didn't tell you anything useful.

You tell you the truth, you really didn't offend him? ”

Zhang Zhuoen, the spirit of the word, asked calmly, and he didn't understand it in his words.

Ignorance of the Taoist priest who created himself.

Lin Feng snorted: "Maybe Daoist Zhang Zhuoen thinks I'm talented, does that Daoist know the Huangliang Realm?" ”

Ziling Zhao Zhuoen: "I don't know, what is the Huangliang Realm?" ”

Lin Feng: "......"

Okay, I'm a Buddha.

However, when he walked into the mountain, Lin Feng found that the mountain road was paved with bluestone, and asked for a while, saying that this was a Taoist master, and he sent a yellow turban wrestler to pave this road.

But it is only to the front mountain and a few outer mountains behind, and the real inner mountain is probably not transported in.

The mountains here are so quiet that there are no birds, not even insects.

The ultimate quiet, giving a feeling of extreme insecurity.

I don't know these things when I see the Taoist.

Lin Feng asked again if the satellite could see the expanded mountain, and Zi Ling asked two questions: "What is a satellite?" ”

"What is Enlargement?"

After Lin Feng explained these two questions.

The word spirit was thoughtful.

He looked at Lin Feng, who was thirsty for knowledge, and said, "If what you said is right, that magic weapon called a satellite can't see your so-called expanding mountain. ”

Lin Feng: "Why? ”

Word Spirit: "Because you're on the wrong track." ”

Lin Feng: "??? ”

Going the wrong way?

What is the wrong path?

Word Spirit: "You have entered the land of seals, the land of seals, and you can't see it with the naked eye, and you can't see the magic weapon you said." ”

Lin Feng: "Then what can you see." ”

The word spirit: "Only those who have a heart can see it." ”

Lin Feng: "I suspect that I have been targeted, what kind of person is considered a caring person?" ”

The spirit of the word: "If you don't forget, there will be an echo." ”

……

Provincial Key Hospital.

Teacher Xu and Professor Han are chatting.

Professor Han seems to have returned to normal, can speak, laugh, and seems to be much more energetic.

It's just that he doesn't care about his white hair anymore, Professor Han used to be a person who paid attention to his appearance, because he often had to go out in the field, he always dyed his head black, giving people a very young and capable feeling.

Now, he doesn't pay attention to his gray hair.

Teacher Xu could feel it in his conversation.

Professor Han didn't actually untie the knot.

He was preoccupied.

He just restrained his thoughts.

Pretend it's okay.

Refuses to communicate with outsiders.

Teacher Xu also sighed, comforted Professor Han for some time, and finally left.

After there was no one in the ward, Professor Han let out a sigh of relief, he picked up his mobile phone, glanced at it, and put it down.

Now is not the time.

He needs to settle his students down the road behind, and he can't give up halfway and delay the children's future.

It's still his wife, he is going to get divorced, he can't leave the house, he needs money to do something important, but the house can be left to his wife.

There is also a son, the son came back from studying abroad in a year, and he originally planned to go to a college to make green peppers, but his wife asked him to make some effort in the middle to see if he could stay.

This is also going to be done.

Under the planning of such a misty lake, Professor Han leaned on the hospital bed and fell asleep.

In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to his school days, meeting a teacher dressed in navy blue, with a large square frame and black glasses.

At that time, the school also had a one-story bungalow with a row of poplar trees.

Teacher Xun, Xun Yanyu, stood under the big tree, still rolling a roll of new newspaper in his hand, the index finger and middle finger of his right hand have become charred because of long-term smoking, even if they are washed with soapy water, there is a strong smell of smoke.

The smell of tobacco leaves choking the nose.

Teacher Xun Yanyu is still like that, thin, very tall, with meticulously combed hair, navy blue clothes, and chest pockets, full of all kinds of oil pens and gel pens.

I just don't know why, when Professor Han met Teacher Xun, the surrounding world looked like a sandstorm, and it was all a piece of yellow compress.

But in the dream, who cares so much.

"Teacher, teacher......"

I don't know why, when I saw my teacher, Professor Han felt that he was full of grievances, and he seemed to have a place to vent, and he cried out as soon as he "wow", hugging his teacher, crying heartbreakingly.

It seems to explode all the emotions accumulated in the mountains this time.

Listening to his student's crying, Teacher Xun was obviously stunned for a moment, and then, he was a little at a loss, wanting to pat his student's back, but he was a little embarrassed.

After a while, he said: "Okay, don't cry, a big man, crying anything, he has become a professor, and he is still out of shape like this, making people look at jokes." ”

Professor Han didn't hear the meaning of the teacher's words, he cried so darkly that he almost cried out his grievances and pains.

Professor Han was so sobbing that he couldn't even speak.

Snot and tears bluffed his face.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you ......"

"I shouldn't have slandered your ......"

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, teacher, the real existence you are pursuing, they really exist......"

"Dye wisdom, I have no protection of dyeing wisdom......"

"Xu Jun, Zuo Liang, Xing Jun, these children, I'm useless, I'm useless as a teacher, I watched them die in front of me, teacher, teacher!

！ ”

Teacher Xun silently looked at Professor Han, who was about to cry and fainted.

Touched his head.

"It's okay, it's okay."

He whispered, "It's all right, it's going to pass." ”

After a heart-rending cry, Professor Han finally got tired of crying, and it was at this time that he had a sense of tranquility of "out of the body", and it was also at this time that Professor Han noticed that something was wrong.

"Teacher, aren't you dead?"

Professor Han said with hindsight at this time, he looked at the dilapidated schools around him, looked at the bright yellow filter that was obviously wrong, and finally realized that he was dreaming.

Teacher Xun looked at his students, sighed and said, "You've seen them all, why do you think I'm dead?" ”

Professor Han suddenly perked up.

"Teacher, you're not dead?"

Teacher Xun smiled and did not speak.

Professor Han stood up, he wanted to grab his teacher, but who knows, on his body, a manic wind suddenly appeared, and the sand and dust wrapped in stones hit him heavily, making Professor Han unable to open his eyes!

"Teacher!"

Professor Han was so anxious that he wanted to stomp on the ground.

He let out an exclamation and woke up.

Sweating all over his head.

"What's wrong?"

The doctor outside the door heard the voice inside and asked in there.

Professor Han touched the sweat on his head: "It's okay." ”

"Hey."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Professor Han's words, and then saw Professor Han's head, pointed to his head in surprise and said, "Old Han, where did the yellow sand come from on your head?" ”

"Yellow sand?"

Professor Han's heart moved, and he gently touched his head.

There is indeed sand.

Sand.

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