Wang Zhe doesn't have to go down the mountain to confirm that the demon is life and death, because "Yin and Yang Impermanence" has already given feedback.

The man-eating demon is dead.

In the mountains hundreds of miles away, there is a Taoist temple, and there are two Taoist priests in the Taoist temple, one is over seventy years old, thin as firewood, and his skin is dry like old bark.

A man in his twenties, his face was a little pale, and he looked very tired.

"It's been this hour, why hasn't he come yet?" Lao Dao's voice was a little hoarse, like a leaky window.

"Master, shall I take a look?"

"He is at least five hundred miles away from here, and there are jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountains, mountain spirits and ghosts, and so on."

They waited for a day, two days, three days, and the one who was waiting for them did not come.

"You haven't come yet, you stay here and I'll take a look."

"Yes, Master."

The man walked out of the temple and looked up at the sky.

The sun is very good, and the bright ones are a little over, and it is a good day.

walk

The man pinched his fingers and searched for the trick, and the fierce wind rose, and he jumped on the spot, and then the man rose into the air, and the whole person soared up to the air, and the wind carried him to the west.

After flying for a while, he suddenly let out an exclamation.

He felt a rich and extraordinary aura.

"How can there be such a strong aura here? Could it be that there is something that can't be done? Surprised in his heart, he fell from mid-air and stood on a large tree, staring at the mountain in front of him.

Reminiscing about the news about the mountain. Although he hadn't descended the mountain for a long time, the place was still somewhat familiar, he had been here more than once before, and he didn't remember any treasures here.

"I remember that there should be no one on this mountain to practice."

After a little hesitation, he decided to go up the mountain to have a look.

He cast the spell again and floated into the air, and it didn't take long for him to come to the cave where Wang Zhe was practicing.

The first thing that catches my eye is a peach tree, and the treetops are full of peaches, green and purple peaches, which look not fully ripe, but they are already very attractive.

"Here, Spirit Fruit?" The man stared at the peach tree with a look of surprise on his face, his eyes full of greed.

When he stepped to the peach tree, he didn't get closer, when he suddenly roared, and his soul trembled.

A dog stopped in front of him.

"This is a spirit animal?" The Taoist priest stared at the earth dog.

Wang Zhe, who heard the voice, came out of the cave with a scripture book in his hand. Looks mediocre.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Poor Dao Jingheng has seen Daoist friends."

"Hello." Wang Zhe smiled.

"This fellow Daoist has only recently come to this mountain, right?" Daoist Jingheng asked tentatively.

"Well, it hasn't been long since I came." Wang Zhe nodded.

"No wonder, I've never spotted you when I passed by here before." The Taoist priest said with a smile, very kind.

"What do you call a fellow Daoist?"

"Wang Zhe."

"The poor Dao is practiced in the Qingfeng Temple a hundred miles away, and Taoist friends are welcome to come and visit."

"Okay." Wang Zhe smiled after hearing this.

The Jingheng Taoist priest had chatted with Wang Zhe for a few words, then took his leave and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Wang Zhe called out to him.

"Right now I'm free."

"Oh?!" The Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"That's really a coincidence, it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, and today is not as good as this time, so how about we go to Qingfeng View now?"

"Very good." Wang Zhe smiled and nodded.

"Please."

After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he recited the magic formula, and then the wind rose, and he jumped into the air, and the person flew up, and he did not forget to look back at Wang Zhe in mid-air.

I saw that Wang Zhe was also like him, reciting spells, walking against the wind, and nodding secretly.

"Look at this cultivation is not very profound."

He took Wang Zhe to fly a hundred miles, over the mountains and mountains, to a Taoist temple.

Wang Zhe once took a look at this Taoist temple from a distance, and the mountain peak where he was located was also extraordinary, and it was a treasure land.

If it weren't for this Taoist temple, maybe he would have chosen this place.

"This is the Taoist view of poor Taoist cultivation."

The Taoist temple is not big, but it is very clean.

There is a cypress tree in the yard, and the branches are lush and lush.

Soon after they entered the temple, a young Taoist priest stepped forward.

"Master."

"This is my disciple, Yunmu, this is a fellow Daoist who is practicing on the mountain a hundred miles away."

"Senpai." Yunmu saluted Wang Zhe.

"Go and prepare spiritual tea, I want to entertain this fellow Daoist."

"Yes, Master."

"Fellow Daoists, please."

Daoist Jingheng invited Wang Zhe to sit down at the stone table in the courtyard.

Yun Mu retreated, and after a while, he came to the courtyard with a pot of tea.

"I don't know where Daoist friends practiced before?"

"Traveling the world, there is no fixed place to live." Wang Zhe said, "Passing by that mountain peak, I saw that the aura there was extraordinary, so I stayed there. ”

"It's really extraordinary, and it's actually a rare spiritual root." Jing Heng Dao sighed.

Spiritual roots?

The Yunmu Taoist priest on the side moved his ears after hearing this.

He had heard Master mention that the spiritual root was a rare spiritual object between heaven and earth, which could attract the surrounding spiritual energy and produce spiritual fruits, which would have unexpected benefits for cultivators.

They had practiced in this mountain for many years, and they had only found one.

And that spiritual root was already a master's thing, so he heard the master sigh more than once.

The first time Master saw this fellow Daoist, he invited him over for tea, which was not in line with Master's cautious habits, so the spiritual tea I took should be correct

"Which sect of supernatural power is Daoist cultivating cultivated?"

"Practice as you please." Wang Zhe said with a smile.

"Tea, please."

"Thank you." Wang Zhe took a sip of the teacup, the tea was fragrant, and the mouth was mellow.

"Good tea."

"If you like it, I'll give you some later." That Jingheng said a long way.

"Thank you."

"There, we practice together in this thousands of miles of Qinchuan, and meeting is fate."

At this time, a gust of wind blew, wafting a faint fragrance, very good, like flowers, like meat.

"What does it smell like?"

"Oh, there's an osmanthus in the Taoist temple, right in the backyard."

"Osmanthus, this taste is unique." Wang Zhe said with a smile.

"Is there any special hidden disease in the body of Daoyou?" Wang Zhe stared at Jing Heng in front of him, and when he heard this, Jing Heng's arm trembled.

"I was seen by Taoist friends, and it was a mistake in my cultivation in the early years." Jing Heng sighed. "The path of cultivation is too difficult, and if you are not careful, decades of cultivation will be in vain."

Listening to that tone, looking at the expression, it seems that I have experienced a very painful past.

"So you went down the wrong path?"

Wang Zhe's fluttering words sounded like a thunderbolt to Jing Heng's ears, and he was stunned in an instant.

"You, you, what nonsense are you talking about, our master and apprentice have been meditating in this mountain for many years, reciting the Huang Ting every day, how can you say that the evil path comes from?!"

"I kindly invited you to Qingfeng Temple as a guest, why are you so ignorant?" Daoist Jingheng's face changed suddenly.

"Angry, speaking of your sore spots?" Wang Zhe looked at him calmly.

Since the first time he saw this Jingheng, Wang Zhe felt that the breath on his body was wrong, and he looked at the kindness on his face, but there was a faint cold aura on his body.

His eyes were also wrong, and greed flashed in his eyes when he looked at the mountain peach tree in front of the cave.

If he really recites the Yellow Court every day, he is truly cultivating the Tao and taking the right path, and he should not have such eyes.

"There's something wrong with this tea, right?" Wang Zhe pointed to the teacup.

He could see at a glance that this tea was poisonous, so he didn't drink it at all just now, just made a show, and the tea in it was moved to another place by him with his magical powers.

"This is the mountain spirit tea, what's the problem, you are not welcome here, please leave immediately!" The Jingheng Daoist stood up directly.

"The tea is poisonous, are you ready to do it?" Wang Zhe's expression was still calm.

Jing Heng's old face twitched a few times, staring at Wang Zhe deadly. The eyes are gloomy and scary.

"Why, don't you do it yet?"

The more he said this, the more gloomy Jingheng's face became, and he just stared at Wang Zhe. His disciple didn't know when he had already circled behind Wang Zhe.

The master and apprentice surrounded Wang Zhe.

"Do it!"

The Jingheng Dao Elder suddenly let out a loud shout. Raising his hand, a blue light went straight to Wang Zhe's head.

The disciple behind him, Yun Mu, held a pine-patterned ancient sword in his hand and directly beheaded Wang Zhe.

Hum, the master and apprentice only saw a flash of brilliance, and the magic weapon they had cast was gone.

If you look closely, you can see that it has fallen to the ground.

What Jingheng Dao Chang used just now was a jade ruyi.

"You, who the hell are you?!"

Daoist Jingheng and his disciples were stunned, and each took a few steps back at the same time.

"It's really a master and apprentice, and he has a soul!" Wang Zhe said with a smile.

"You shouldn't have killed me because of that peach tree, right?" Sitting on the stone bench and staring at Daoist Jingheng.

"It's true that the poor Dao is obsessed with the ghost for a while, I hope the Taoist friends can forgive!" The face of the Jing Heng Dao Leader suddenly changed, revealing a look of remorse.

"Hah, this face is getting fast enough!" Seeing this, Wang Zhe couldn't help but admire.

He has met some monks over the years, and his cultivation is not very profound, but his acting skills are really first-class, which makes him ashamed.

The Jing Heng in front of him can be regarded as a rare shameless person.

Wang Zhe suddenly raised his hand a little, and saw the Buddha's light light on.

The Buddha pointed out,

Jing Heng had an aura protection on his body, and then collapsed.

A piece of jade pendant on his body shattered directly and fell to the ground, and a talisman turned into ashes.

The magic weapon of the talisman was broken, and the aura that was covered on the body also emanated.

Evil and cold, his aura was covered by the magic weapon on his body, but some of it was not very perfect and leaked a little, which was noticed by Wang Zhe.

"With such a strong evil aura, what kind of spell are you cultivating, and how many people have you harmed?"

"Since you found out, you can only break the net!"

The Jingheng Dao Chief's body suddenly made a series of sounds, like fried beans, and then his thin body suddenly rose up, eight feet, one zhang,

At the same time, his body became extremely strong, and the Dao robe he was wearing outside his body was directly shattered.

But in an instant, he turned into a monster with a blue face and fangs, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body.

Seeing this, his disciple had a frightened look on his face and quickly took a few steps back.

"Don't run!" Jing Heng saw that his disciple was about to run, and roared, the sound was like a broken gong.

"Master, you, you." Yun Mu's expression became very frightened.

The last time the master looked like this, he directly devoured his junior brother.

"Demons, hiding in the mountains and cultivating is really nonsense, are you going to become a demon here?"

"You're talking too much!" The Taoist priest stretched out his tongue, more than two feet long, and licked the dense teeth like a knife.

The demonic aura on his body emanated undisguisedly, and the temperature in the entire Taoist temple immediately dropped sharply, as if he had entered the middle of winter.

burst

Just as the demon was about to make a move, his head suddenly exploded.

The terrifying demonic aura on his body dissipated in a very short time.

The sun shone into the yard.

Jingheng fell on his back.

Dead, dead?!

Yun Mu, who was trembling with fright, was stunned.

It's as simple as that, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and he doesn't even see it clearly, and the master he fears the most is dead.

"Come, let's talk about it."

Wang Zhe turned to look at him, Yun Mu fell to his knees with a puff, and told everything he knew.

They came to the depths of this Qinchuan forty-five years ago. Their intentions were very good, hoping to find a secluded place to practice the Dao.

His master, Daoist Jingheng, did indeed have a body of magic in his body, and he found such a treasure place suitable for cultivation in the mountains.

At first, there was no problem, and the five of them built a Taoist temple in this mountain, and then practiced here.

Thirty-five years ago, they stumbled upon a sealed cave behind a Taoist temple.

There was another dry skeleton in the cave, and when you looked at it, you knew that it was a monk who had practiced here.

There are vaguely special magic weapons beside the dry bones, and a very special cultivation method is carved on the wall.

It's not the right path of mind, it's the practice of cultivating demons with ginseng.

At the beginning, his master wanted to destroy the exercises of the evil sect, but when he saw that he could live for a thousand years or even longer after practicing the exercises, his master hesitated.

I thought about it for a long time, but in the end I didn't destroy it.

But I didn't expect Yunmu's senior brother to secretly practice that exercise,

Discovered by Jingheng Dao Chang, the master and apprentice fought the method, although the final winner was Jing Heng, he killed his eldest disciple, but he was also seriously injured, hurting the foundation.

Twenty years ago, the Jingheng Daoist felt that his cultivation could not go further, and his life was approaching.

Under the threat of death, he finally decided to practice the exercises of the evil sect.

So he fell into the demon, and he also had contact with the demon who was cultivating farther away in Qinchuan, and invited the demon to come at this time of year.

Because that demon is not an ordinary demon, but from Buxian Mountain, proficient in the method of alchemy, every time he comes, he will bring three elixirs to his master in exchange for the spiritual tea here.

The tea that Wang Zhe drank just now was indeed poisoned.

(End of chapter)