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Somehow, the inn where Chang Jin and Wang Qinian lived was known. In the following days, Confucian scholars continued to visit the door to learn from each other. There is even a candidate from Qingyun County, who simply opened a room in the inn and came to the door every day to disturb him.

In addition, there are many housekeepers and maids and other subordinates who come to the door, carrying their own young lady's poems, planning to have a legend of talent and beauty with Chang Jin.

Even the owner of this inn joined in the fun, and specially asked the guy to bring pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, saying that he would let the inn write the subcharacters, and the room money would be free.

With so many people visiting every day, Chang Jin had to receive them one by one in order not to leave an impression of being proud of his talents. Secretly, I have a headache, so tossed, I don't even have the time to study.

Wang Qinian was stained with the light of Chang Jin, socializing with so many classmates every day, and he was a little excited at first, but he was tired of it later.

As soon as the two discussed, they couldn't stay here, and quietly moved out of the inn the next day.

Then I found an inn in a remote place, and there was no noise in my ears.

They traveled relatively early, two months before the government test. According to Wang Qinian's words, for such a long time, it is natural to have fun and visit the city.

When he was in Tongqu County before, Wang Qinian was still afraid of his father.

Now that the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, there is no one to supervise him, and he is naturally like a wild horse that has escaped the reins.

Chang Jin knew his temperament, and when persuasion was ineffective a few times, he didn't say more.

As for Chang Jin himself, he mostly stayed in the house every day while reading books and cultivating.

A few days ago, when he landed on the top floor of Yuxian Tower, Chang Jin felt something in his heart, and vaguely felt that he was about to break through that barrier. It's just that he has been constantly disturbed by people for days, and he can't calm down and think carefully.

Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the night in the dead of night, the feeling is crystal clear. Chang Jin felt that he was in a heavy building at the moment, and he was climbing up the stairs with difficulty. Looking up, it was pitch black overhead, as if a mountain was pressing down, trying to crush his soul into pieces.

At the same time, the aura in the body was surging wildly, faintly trying to break through the shackles.

Knowing that at the critical moment, Chang Jin guarded his soul and did not dare to be distracted in the slightest. "The Twelve Floors Visualization Sutra" focuses on the word visualization, and what you have seen and heard in the past may resurface in the mud palace, creating all kinds of illusions and interfering with the soul.

Therefore, when rushing through the level, you must be cautious, if you accidentally get lost in the illusion, your soul may be damaged and your realm will plummet.

Chang Jin has the help of Haoran Qi in his body, and he thinks that he can resist all kinds of illusions, but when it comes to the end, he is still inevitably a little worried.

Suddenly, a man dressed in black appeared in the darkness, walking slowly towards him. When he got closer, Chang Jin had already recognized that the other party was the skinny Niu Er who he had killed when he went up the mountain to hunt tigers. That Niu Er also saw Chang Jin, with a resentful look in his eyes, and said in his mouth: "The surname Chang, I didn't expect you to have today, I want to kill you!!"

"If you want to kill me, come on?" There were many visions in front of him, but Chang Jin's soul was not lost, on the contrary, he was extremely sober, and just said coldly.

There was another scream of a scaring ghost, it was Dong and Ma Xiaosi. The three of them got together, approached step by step, and in a blink of an eye, they were within ten zhang.

"Xiucai Gong's vicious methods, I'm not reconciled!!" The next moment, Xu officials Liu Zhisheng and Wang Mazi appeared around Chang Jin one after another, and all kinds of terrible cries came out of their mouths, surrounding them endlessly.

Chang Jin still didn't frown, guarding his soul.

Suddenly, there was another change in front of him, but it was the warlock Nan Wengzi who he had killed appeared, and then the former land led countless Yin soldiers to surround him......

Chang Jin stood still, letting the ghosts rush closer, opening his mouth and biting at his body.

All kinds of illusions made people unable to distinguish between reality and falsehood, and there was a sharp pain in the flesh, as if large pieces of flesh and blood had been gnawed away. Even the soul was constantly torn apart, as if it was about to break away from the body.

Chang Jin continued to ignore these things, but just let the ghosts and things haunt him, and constantly experienced the words in the meditation sutra in his divine consciousness: "When you look at yourself as a white bone person, you will make your head fall down and fall into your bones." One place in the heart, very clear. This idea has come true, looking at the four sides of the body, and there are bones in all directions. …… It is even seen in the immeasurable and boundless white bone people, chaotic and horizontal, large or small, broken or complete. …… The truth is that we should think about ourselves, there are vertical and horizontal, all the chaotic bones, where there is me, and with others. The traveler of the time, thinking without self, the body and mind are calm, and the peace and happiness are peaceful. ”

As soon as this scripture appeared in the divine soul, it immediately spewed out several blue lights, and then formed a spell in his mind, rushing straight out of his body.

Click...... A bolt of lightning cut through the darkness in the mud palace, and the dark and gloomy space suddenly became snow-white. At this moment, Chang Jin only felt his body buzz for a moment, and then he heard the terrible screams of the ghosts that were gnawing around him.

The flesh and skin of those ghostly Yin soldiers quickly decayed and fell under the light of the blue light, leaving only a pile of white bones. The ghosts on the periphery wanted to escape, but they couldn't. As far as the eye could see, countless white bones were scattered on the ground, or the skulls were broken, or the cervical vertebrae were broken, and they were all in chaos.

Then the flames burst out and burned the bones clean......

Chang Jin jumped in the firelight, and suddenly the cool breeze above his head was swaying, and he was indescribably comfortable. Looking around again, I was still in the inn, and all the illusions I had had had gone.

Looking at himself, the current Yin God is indeed much more dignified than before, just like the substance, and the whole body is shrouded in blue light. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, and the brush on the desk immediately stumbled and flew up, falling straight into his hand.

Previously, Chang Jin couldn't hold items with his hands at all. Now when you hold the brush in your hand, you can feel it clearly, and it is no different from usual.

After trying to hold a brush in his hand, Chang Jin used his spirit to drive other items. inkstones, books, etc...... All of a sudden, many small objects were suspended in the air, and if someone entered the room at this moment and saw such a strange scene, it was probably time to scream a ghost.

After trying it a few times, Chang Jin looked around, and then aimed at the tables, chairs and benches in the room, and continued to condense his divine consciousness and drive the table, but this time it was extremely difficult, as if there was a huge attraction in the object, pulling the divine soul and constantly falling.

In the end, under Chang Jin's gritted teeth, the set of tables and chairs was barely lifted, suspended in mid-air, and fell back to the ground in a moment, with a dull sound.

Fortunately, he had been prepared before, and the tables and chairs were not high off the ground, so the sound was not too loud and did not wake up the others.

After trying tables, chairs and benches, Chang Jin also found the limit of the current Divine Soul Exorcism, which is probably only a few dozen catties in weight, and no matter how big it is, he can't lift it at all.

The spirit moved again, but Chang Jin pulled out his sword in the air. As soon as his divine sense extended to the sword, there was an indescribable feeling in his soul. This feeling was not found in the previous driving of other objects, flesh and blood were connected, and the divine sense was strong, and the sword immediately drew a long rainbow, broke out of the window, and came to the courtyard.

Chang Jin's Yin God flashed, and he also appeared in the courtyard, and flew up into the air with his sword in a moment. Although Gangfeng was hunting at this moment, he did not have the discomfort of a thousand knives before.

Obviously, now that he has entered the second turn of the ghost immortal, the Yin God has also improved by a level compared to before.

The moon was like a wash, the consciousness moved, and the sword soared up and down, extremely flexible, as if it was still in hand.

The effect of this exorcism is very different from the description in the Meditation Sutra. It's just that Chang Jin didn't feel strange, his sword was carried with him day and night, constantly immersed in his mind, and he had already been psychic.

Now with the control of the divine soul, it is natural to get twice the result with half the effort, which is comparable to ordinary objects.

In this way, it should be no different from the legendary flying sword.

In his previous life, he watched the "Legend of the Swordsman of Shushan" by the lord of Huanzhu Mansion, Chang Jin had a soft spot for the flying sword inside, and fantasized that one day he would be able to control it, but he didn't expect that now his dream has become a reality.

Thinking in his heart, Chang Jin's divine soul controlled the sword and ran into the distance. The night is pervasive, and the lights are lit in the distance, but it is the song house and brothel by the river that are singing at night.

The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the backyard flowers across the river. No matter what era it is, the nightlife of the rich is colorful.

Suddenly, Chang Jin was inexplicably frightened in his heart. "Not good!" an incomparably terrifying emotion quickly spread from the soul, and there was boundless coercion in it. Chang Jin barely hesitated, and the Yin God immediately turned around and returned, and went straight out two or three miles away, before stopping in the air.

Overlooking Wanshan Mansion from here, I saw the three colors of red, green and yellow air currents constantly churning, enveloping the city below. These fortunes are connected to all directions, and they are blended together with a little bit of white qi, but they are the contributions of hundreds of people.

Huanghuang City, the people's hearts are like knives, they are really powerful, and their luck is prosperous, even if the ghosts and immortals turn around, they can't fight against it lightly, and their actions just now are a little reckless.

Previously, the Yin God was able to walk freely around the countryside, mainly because the luck there was scattered, and it was impossible to stop the Yin God at all. As for the county seat, it is because he has obtained the land talisman and has Shinto protection.

At this moment, without the talisman, the Yin God is not much different from the ordinary wandering soul and wild ghost, and it is naturally intolerable to humanity.

Thinking of this, Chang Jin turned his head and was about to return to the inn, but then stopped again. Concentrating on the distance, there was still a lot of black fog in his current luck, which should be the evil qi in the city, but because the sky was dark at this time, coupled with the panic and confusion, he couldn't find it out just now.

It stands to reason that there is Wushan Taoist Academy in this place, and it is too late for an evil ghost to escape. This is not the case with the implementation of this evil spirit, which accounts for a full two and a half percent, which is much higher than that of Tongqu County.

Obviously, the officials here dare not be complimented.

Thinking of seeing those begging homeless people on the streets and alleys in the past few days, Chang Jin was already stunned.

In fact, humanity is no different from Shinto, both are carried on all peoples.