After not seeing him for a day, the ghosts that Sun Die turned into became more and more hideous.

The fangs are bulging, the eyes are scarlet, and the barely formed fetus in the arms is even more terrifying, and the mother and son lie motionless on the round body.

They seem to be sucking on something.

Yang energy?

At this time, looking at Yuanxing's every move, it is obviously extremely difficult, just like carrying a mountain, and it is difficult to just look up.

But he didn't realize that something was wrong, he just kowtowed desperately:

"Master mercy!"

In the blink of an eye.

The round surface was already covered with blood, and the cold stone steps were soaked in blood.

"...... Uproar"

Master Wuyuan's face was gloomy, and he waved his robe violently to shake off the roundness that was leaning over, and he didn't turn his head back to go up the mountain, and drank coldly in his mouth:

"When to wake up, when to go up the mountain to find me."

"If you don't wake up......"

"There is no disciple of you in the Temple of Mercy and Grace!"

"Master!" Yuanxing raised his head, but he could only see the resolute back of Master Wuyuan, and no matter how he shouted, he would not answer.

Flash.

The back is gone.

"Senior brother."

A monk in the audience couldn't stand it, and walked over and whispered:

"Why do you have to do that?"

"The master said that you have deep roots in wisdom, and you like you the most among all the senior brothers, as long as you say something nice, I will definitely let you go."

"yes!" Another man opened his mouth and said:

"Beauty can deceive people's hearts the most, when no one makes a mistake, as long as the senior brother sincerely repents, the master will definitely forgive you."

"yes, yes!"

Several monks persuaded one after another.

"Master......"

Yuanxing, as if he couldn't hear their voices, stared blankly at the place where Master Wuyuan left, and kowtowed again.

Whispering in the mouth:

"Nam no Amitabha night Dota Gadda night...... Amitabhi Vigaranda ......"

"You!"

Hearing the voice from his mouth, the faces of several monks in the audience changed slightly, and one of them stomped his foot fiercely:

"Stubborn!"

"Let's go!"

Several people left one after another, leaving only Yuanxing kneeling in place.

He recited the sutras, struggled to move his legs, bowed again, and moved little by little towards the top of the mountain.

"Dao Chief." Fangzheng's eyes flashed:

"What now?"

"Go up the mountain." Zhang Mingrui touched the magic sword and stepped forward:

"The ghost has been entangled in Yuanxing, killing ghosts will also kill him, Yuanxing is wrong to steal people, but the crime is not death, and I am afraid that there is another reason for this, I still have to see Master Wuyuan first."

"Okay." Fang Zheng hurriedly followed, and the two of them bypassed the circle, and it was not until the distance was far away that he asked:

"What was it that came out of Yuanxing's mouth just now?"

"Death Spell." Zhang Mingrui said:

"Obviously, he hasn't realized his mistake yet, and he is still obsessed with Miss Sun, forgetting that the root of his cultivation is himself."

Fang Zheng's brow furrowed slightly.

He felt that Yuanxing was already repenting, but this kind of repentance was obviously not what Master Wuyuan wanted, and what the monk was asking for was the purity of the six roots.

The current roundness obsession is too heavy, and my heart is full of Sun Die.

Went up the mountain.

"Both."

The monk clasped his hands together and said:

"These days, it is inconvenient for the presiding abbot to meet guests."

"Missing?" Zhang Mingrui frowned:

"Did you say that Zhang Daoren from Sanqingguan came?"

"Got it." The monk smiled bitterly:

"The abbot said that if the two of you don't go down the mountain for a while, you can rest in the guest room."

"...... like this" Zhang Mingrui touched his chin:

"Well, just wait here."

"Where can Fang Gongzi go?"

"Hmm......" Fang Zheng thought about it, it was difficult to guarantee that he would be remembered by that powerful ghost when he went down the mountain, and there were Master Wuyuan and Zhang Mingrui in charge, and they could be safe.

It's a good time to ask for the tricks of talismans.

Immediately nodded:

"I'll be here for a few days, too."

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Three days later.

"The Tao has clouds: the beginning of heaven and earth, yin and yang have changed, and there are three elements, five virtues and eight associations of qi into the book of flying heaven, which was later written as the chapter of the eight dragons and clouds and seals."

"The chapter of the Eight Dragons Cloud Seal and the Bright Light, the natural flying Xuan Qi, the empty writing, the self-square, and everything inside."

"The three elements are established, the five elements are salty, and the three and five are combined, which is called the eight meetings, which is the first text of heaven and earth."

"Later, there were dragon chapters, phoenix texts, jade and gold books, Danshu ink jars, etc., all of which came from this."

"I don't know what it means, it's hard to know it!"

Fang Zheng frowned, trying to understand the meaning of Zhang Mingrui's words.

Could it be that this drawing symbol, what kind of text does the cloud seal and the bright light chapter need to be specially learned?

This kind of text can communicate the power of heaven and earth?

But it doesn't seem to be, although the words on the evil talisman are a little bit of a dragon flying and phoenix dancing don't know what to say, but the core of the talisman is a 'positive' word.

It can destroy evil!

"When drawing talismans, you must have a smooth breath, echo from beginning to end, and be sincere in your heart, otherwise you will not be able to draw a spiritual talisman."

Between words.

As soon as Zhang Mingrui's talisman pen was collected, the evil talisman had been formed, and the whole action was smooth, with a unique charm and beauty.

"Alright."

"Now this talisman has the Dao rhyme of destroying evil and driving away evil, but if you want to activate the Dao rhyme, you still need spiritual guidance."

"Spirituality?" Fang Zheng asked:

"What spirituality?"

"The simplest, naturally, is blood." Zhang Mingrui smiled:

"The blood of the caster is the most effective."

"Oh no!"

At this moment, a shout came from outside:

"Roundness is dying!"

"Huh?"

Zhang Mingrui stopped his movements:

"Let's take a look."

Fang Zheng nodded.

The ghost is attached to Yuanxing, and as soon as Yuanxing dies, its next target is very likely to be itself, of course, it depends on what Master Wuyuan does.

It would be great if you could submit to the killing.

…………

In front of the temple gate.

A figure like a skeleton trembled and climbed the stone steps, knocked its head on the ground, and whispered scriptures in its mouth.

His legs and hands had long been ground without flesh and skin, and his white bones were exposed, his forehead and skull were sunken, and his eyes were dull.

The voice was even hoarse.

But there was no pause in the words of the mouth.

"Tsanga Tsanga ......"

"Idiot."

Master Wuyuan didn't know when he appeared in the field, looking down at the roundness of the people in front of him, and his eyes showed unbearability:

"Why bother?"

The stone steps are difficult, and it is even more difficult to kowtow step by step, especially the current roundness, every step has to exhaust all the strength, and now it is already tortured.

But he,

Still climbing the mountain with obsession.

The round body of "......" shook, slowly raised his head, and then kowtowed:

"Master mercy!"

"The teacher can't save her." Wu Yuan shook his head, his face was bitter:

"Now, even you can't save you as a teacher."

Although he is a Dharma teacher and has excellent Dharma, there are still too many things that he can't do anything about.

"Master mercy!" Roundness just kowtowed desperately, as if he wanted to vent all his strength through this action.

"Circularity."

Master Wuyuan's voice was sluggish:

"If the teacher didn't let you go down the mountain, wouldn't you be where you are today?"

The "......" circle stops moving, and the voice is muffled:

"Disciple has no regrets!"

"No regrets?" Master Wuyuan raised his eyebrows, forcibly held back the anger in his heart, and asked:

"As a teacher, I ask you, which is more important, Miss Sun and Buddhism?"

"The disciple is in love with Miss Sun." Circular Nature:

"Just like when a disciple fell in love with the Dharma."

"She's led you astray!" Wu Yuan's face was solemn, and his eyes were murderous.

"Nope." Circular Head of Head:

"It was Miss Sun who made the disciple."

"Evil Barrier!" Master Wuyuan's eyebrows were upside down, and he suddenly slammed the Zen staff in his hand, and the invisible coercion made the surrounding trees sway disorderly:

"Until now, you are still stubborn, but you know that you are hopeless!"

"Amitabha." The round body trembled, and only the hands of the white bones were slowly closed in front of him, and the body curled up and knelt on the ground:

"The disciple loves Miss Sun, and he dies without resentment."

"There are no regrets in this life, if there is a future life, I wish to recite the scriptures for him in the next life, I only hope that Miss Sun can do it, but she will not suffer from this mundane thing."

"Master mercy!"

"Bastard!" Wu Yuan roared and made angry King Kong:

"You prostrate ten thousand times, just for one woman?"

"Three days of chanting, the person who tortures himself is not a ghost or a ghost, it is also for a woman!"

"My Buddha's supreme Dharma, in your eyes, is not as good as a woman who has had a love with you!"

"Roundness!"

"You're hopeless!"

"In that case, let the teacher personally send you on your way!"

"Hoo ......"

The Zen staff was held high, and the invisible power lingered on it, and it smashed down towards the round head like thunder, and he didn't even spare his hand, and he was about to die with one blow.

"Da ......"

Void stillness.

A ghost claw, silently protected on the top of the round head.