"It's not that I'm modest, you know what I mean.

I really don't think I'm worthy of the title of Zhang Zhuoen.

Zhang Zhuoen, he is just a name, a code name.

I am a word spirit, as his word spirit, I think you are obviously more suitable for this title than me, from now on, you are Zhang Zhuoen this Zhang, even if Zhang Zhuoen appears in front of me now, in person, I will say so.

Anyway, by then, I would have already dissipated between heaven and earth, and even if he found another word spirit, it would not be me.

He's just a cultivator, he knows what the Taiyin body is. ”

When he learned that Lin Feng cultivated the Taiyin Element Body and cultivated the symbol, Zhang Zhuoen, the word spirit, gave the name Zhang Zhuoen to Lin Feng without saying a word, and this time, he was sincere.

He really didn't understand that the method of Taiyin Elemental Body had been cultivated by Lin Feng to this level of Great Perfection, and that Lin Feng had only cultivated the Taiyin Elemental Body for the second time.

The second cultivation of the Taiyin Body is the Great Perfection.

What is Zhang Zhuoen.

Will he be able to practice this spell for the second time and be perfect?

He couldn't.

Heard Lin Feng's "fairy tales".

The word spirit Zhang Zhuoen is numb.

"Second time, right?"

Zhang Zhuoen, the word spirit, laughed miserably, waved his hand and stopped talking.

I'm not qualified to advise you.

It is useless to talk too much, and it is not stable in the Dao heart.

He knew that the real Lao Zhang's creation of the Taiyin Element Body was a process of cultivating the truth, he was deducing the process from the conclusion, and the Taiyin Element Body was the methodology he withdrew from.

In the process of cultivating the truth, there will be all kinds of miraculous things, and these miraculous things are supernatural powers.

Therefore, the supernatural power of the Taiyin body has an extremely high degree of randomness.

Every cultivator has different magical powers that he has comprehended through the Taiyin Body.

This technique is a heart-knocking method condensed by Zhang Zhuoen's fusion of Buddhist scriptures.

It is a gift from him to the younger generations.

The Taiyin body is in the continuous tempering of Yuehua, refining a true self.

Amplify the traits.

In this way, when cultivating the Taiyin Body, hypocritical people become more and more hypocritical, and astringent people become more and more astringent.

The righteous people become more and more anxious for justice, and the evil people become more and more insidious and perverse.

It wasn't until the symbol was refined that everything stopped.

That symbol, similar to the true name, is the true of the practitioner.

The sound of the avenue, the principle of nature.

This symbol should be something that Lin Feng could only get when he cultivated to the end, and it was the end point of the Taiyin Elemental Body's pursuit.

Now, Lin Feng's problem is that he has reached the end of the line in one step.

He didn't touch any of the scenery along the way.

"I don't understand, I don't understand, but I'm just a word spirit."

Zi Ling said bluntly.

Can't bear to see the entanglement of the word spirit, Lin Feng was modest: "Maybe it's because I ate a little moon." ”

"Fart, are you insulting my Heavenly Master's Mansion?"

Who knew that as soon as these words came out, the word spirit got angry.

His eyes widened when he heard this.

"You've just eaten a few bites of Emperor Slurry.

Emperor Flowing Pulp Such a vulgar thing, my Heavenly Master's Mansion has been in charge of Niu Er for so many years, with a bucket outfit, with a volume, if you can have this achievement just by eating Emperor Flowing Pulp, what do I have in Longhu Mountain?

If it's just a foreign object, a mental method, and a secret tradition, then can everyone in my Dragon and Tiger Mountain become immortals? ”

Lin Feng: Ah, this.

Keep smiling.

I'm sorry I was talking a little louder.

It was the poor me who lowered everyone's living standards .jpg.

Seeing that this cultivation method was not explained clearly, Lin Feng snorted and diverted the topic.

Just when the two of them were discussing the cultivation method, wondering if they were about to go deep into the mountains.

In the quiet mountain road, there was finally an accident.

In the distance, a strange sound was heard.

Lin Feng and Zi Ling both stopped talking.

The two looked solemnly at the mountain road above, and the word spirit: "Something is coming, wait a little smarter." ”

Lin Feng nodded and raised the tribute bowl in his hand.

Zi Ling glanced at Lin Feng with some disgust.

Didn't speak.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells"

Lin Feng heard the sound of the bell and stopped, waiting for the strange to come.

In a moment, a strange man appeared in front of them.

His body exuded a powerful evil aura and spiritual rhyme, and Lin Feng's Qi Observation Eye: Horror Glance did not work.

It shows that he is not a living person.

As for its strength, Lin Feng couldn't see it clearly, and asked the word spirit beside him, but the word spirit didn't speak.

Lin Feng saw the strange dress.

He was dressed like a Taoist priest, wearing a Taoist robe.

The posture of the Dao robe, like the hundred robes of a folk mage, is full of patches.

Each patch was the skin of an animal, and a yellow liquid wriggled out of these patches, dripping on the ground and covered by his robes

Those skins.

Not human skin.

The bloody smell of blood drilled into Lin Feng's nose along the wind, making Lin Feng a little nauseous and nauseated.

The Taoist priest has no head.

His head was cut off and he didn't know where to put it.

On his left hand he held a bronze bell, swaying as he walked, and on the other side, he held a copper hammer, on which words were densely engraved, neither a cloud seal nor a seal book.

It's like another word.

Zi Ling looked at this word and whispered to Lin Feng: "Ghost."

He recognized the origin of these spells, which were probably evil things such as the Drunken Curse Ghost Sutra and the Five Turbidity Crushing Spells.

The curse of the ghost scripture comes from the mouth of the treacherous and does not spread to the world.

It's a spell used by the weirdos to kill, harass, and torture the living and the rest of the weird.

Taoist priests don't know how to do this.

After learning the strange methods, the living will fall into the underworld and become ominous.

The Taoist priests will, there are later Taiyi Zheng on the curse and ghost scriptures, as well as all kinds of altars. The spell written with ghosts, even Zhang Zhuoen only knows what it is, but does not know its meaning.

In other words, this Taoist priest is very likely not to be a living person from the very beginning.

He is the strange embodiment of the underworld.

"It could be the underworld."

"The patch on his body is cowhide"

"Be careful of the bell in his hand, there is a big problem with the bell, and there is a copper mace, the copper mace should be fine, it is used to fight ghosts"

The spirit of the word is then explained.

Lin Fengxin said that I really didn't misunderstand you, and the off-site explanation said yes.

There's no such thing in the game.

A new version?

Complain in your heart and reduce stress.

The sweat on Lin Feng's head flowed down when he saw this thing.

Lin Feng's sword heart psychic and unyielding all played a role, and he could feel it, and endless malice emanated from the bell and copper mace in the hand of this headless blood-robed Taoist priest.

In particular, the copper mace has a different kind of oppression for him.

As a magic instrument, the bell also has two sides of yin and yang, a good bell, the sound is clear and crisp, awakening, calming evil, and dissolving anger.

The bell in the hand of the headless Taoist priest is the opposite of a good bell.

This bell has a hoarse voice, psychedelic and amazing soul.

Lin Feng also saw that with the swaying of his bell, under his feet, colorful poisonous snakes were coming in and out.

Snakes, both Chinese and Western, have a bad meaning.

In the tomb of the Han Dynasty, the ones who fought with the tomb beasts were snakes.

Snakes don't just mean death.

It also means ominous.

In the exorcism and plague exorcism of Fang Xiangshi and Chiyou, snakes are also representatives of epidemics.

As he approached, a rancid smell came from the Headless Daoist, and a strange rhythm permeated every part of the Headless Daoist's bell.

Omininous, like a silver needle, constantly scratching Lin Feng's back, making his hair stand on end.

Lin Feng looked at the word spirit and gestured with his eyes: This is what you told me about the most powerful evil in the mountain, and they have all been disposed of?

That's what you're talking about?

Gao Gong and the people of the Heavenly Master's Mansion are all blind, right?

Putting such a big evil and not dealing with it?

The spirit of the word is also strange.

"He's probably not local."

He had no choice but to say so.

The word spirit was steady, and Lin Feng didn't plan to do anything for the time being, he handed the broken bowl upwards and signaled: Big brother, eat.

The headless Taoist priest also stopped.

He handed over the bell.

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows.

Word Spirit: "Hold the bell." ”

Lin Feng took the bell.

The bell looked good, it didn't bite.

The headless Taoist priest reached out and took the tribute bowl in Lin Feng's hand.

Lin Feng's heart was relieved.

He didn't forget what Teacher Xun said in his notes.

Mr. Yin Yang told him that when he encountered a strange thing, he only needed to take out the tribute bowl, and the other party took the tribute bowl.

The contract is complete.

The weirdness of being willing to do this is all about the rules.

If he eats the rice, he will not do anything to him.

Just wait for the weird to finish eating the rice offering, and then leave.

The pressure was a little high, and Lin Feng was also a little cranky.

He remembered that in the photo of the USB flash drive, a short story of Teacher Xun was written.

About this trick for rice identification, got this folk art, Mr. Xun was also curious to ask back then, he remembered that people here did not eat rice at the earliest.

In ancient times, there should have been no rice in their main food.

Even if it's rice from a nearby province, it won't be shipped to you at that time.

So when did you pass on this trick of offering rice to discernment?

When he said this, he directly asked Mr. Yin Yang in confusion.

Mr. Yin Yang never thought about it.

He smashed his mouth and poured a sip of tea into his mouth, including the lake: the ancestor.

Seeing this, Teacher Xun immediately stopped.

Lin Feng didn't know if this trick had no effect on the ghosts in the north.

The weirdness of the northwest, will you get used to the rice of the northeast and south.

Thinking about it, he held the bell in his hand, and after a few more glances at the bell, he noticed that the lines on the bell seemed to be somewhat familiar, like some twisted living snakes, but when he observed the words, the words seemed to come to life!

Drill holes!

In an instant, goosebumps rose on Lin Feng's body, and the redworm PTSD, which had been sealed in his heart for a long time, flared up again, and his consciousness and body collided in an instant.

Lin Feng forcibly held back, saying that there was nothing abnormal in his body, but he subconsciously closed his eyes, and in his right eye, it seemed that he had been pricked by a needle, and tears couldn't help dripping.

But in his left eye, the condensed talisman collided with the words that came in!

Lin Feng could be sure that his hands were steady.

But the brass bell in his hand rang by itself.

"Jingle Bell, Ding Bell Bell"

This time, the bell in Lin Feng's hand made a crisp and beautiful sound.

Hearing the bell ringing, Zi Ling looked at Lin Feng like a ghost.

The headless Taoist priest's movements also stopped.

The tribute bowl had long since turned into blood in the hands of the Taoist priest, and even the rice inside had almost turned into the color of fragrant ash, losing its color, taste, and texture.

The two erected tachyons decayed rapidly, as if many years had passed.

Hear the sound of bells.

The Taoist priest's movements froze.

It seems that because someone rang his bell, he felt extremely surprised.

Lin Feng was teary-eyed, and he barely opened his eyes, and the Taoist priest took two steps back and returned the bowl to Lin Feng.

Afterwards, he motioned for Zi Ling and Lin Feng to leave.

Lin Feng returned the bell to the headless Taoist, the headless Taoist priest grabbed the bell, the expression of the word spirit was extremely solemn, he looked at Lin Feng, Lin Feng also looked at the word spirit with tears in his eyes.

Who knew that his eyes had just been removed, and there was a heavy one behind him.

A strong smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose.

He saw a copper mace dangling near his left shoulder.

Lin Feng: ""

I'm my father!

For a moment, Lin Feng only felt that he was creepy, as if all the pores had opened, and he wanted to turn back, but he was grabbed by the word spirit.

"Don't look back."

Lin Feng: ""

He knew that the headless Taoist priest must have been lying on his back.

What is he doing on my back?

Something is wrong!

The headless Taoist didn't say anything, just lying on his back so quietly, Lin Feng: "Daoist Zhang, what does he mean?" ”

Word Spirit: "He's going up the mountain." ”

Lin Feng: "Didn't he come down from the mountain?" Going down the mountain and going up the mountain, where did he stop shopping? ”

Ziling: "I'm afraid it's not what you think, the mountain he wants to go up and the mountain you want to go up are the same place."

The mountain he went up to was not the same as the mountain he was going. ”

Lin Feng didn't move.

To be honest, this weird headless Taoist priest, his body is actually not heavy.

Lin Feng was not struggling.

But it's just a thriller.

Such a thing is carried on someone's back, and normal people are uncomfortable.

As he spoke, Lin Feng felt as if something appeared in his hand, and when he looked down, a bell appeared in his hand.

Zi Ling: "I see, the Raushzi people you talked to me about earlier are taking a different path than the one we are taking.

This path will only appear if you come to it. ”

Lin Feng: "Blame me for being special? ”

Zi Ling continued: "I remember, what he is holding in his hand is the bell of our Dragon and Tiger Mountain, the Sanqing Bell when the Thunder Ministry is performing the Fa, and the magic weapon used when the demon is subdued and the demon is destroyed and the heavenly fire is subdued!" ”

Lin Feng motioned for him to continue.

"But at that time, Sanqingling didn't look like this."

Lin Feng said that he was not blind, and asked this headless Taoist priest if he was from their Longhu Mountain, and the word spirit swore that it was not.

"I remember."

Zi Ling said seriously: "Didn't you go up the mountain with me, did you want to seek the wild god?" ”

He pointed to the mountain and said, "On this mountain, I am afraid that there is really an amazing wild god, you are blessed." ”