On Taiyin Mountain, in the temple of Emperor Taiyin.

Under the cover of night, in front of the majestic statue of the emperor, a middle-aged monk with a white face and beard was facing the statue, his eyes slightly closed, sitting cross-legged.

In the dim candlelight, a brass magic sword lay across his lap, murderous.

The young monks who were still kind in the day walked in one after another, but at this moment, the faces of these young monks with magic swords on their backs were a little less gentle—they were also smiling, but at this moment there was a little more disdain in this smile.

Of course, after seeing the middle-aged monk in front of the statue, they still restrained their expressions and bowed to the middle-aged monk's back.

"Master!"

"No need to be polite."

The middle-aged monk raised his eyes slightly, but he didn't even look back.

"How's it going, have all the new scrolls been sent?"

"It's all down, Master."

The young monk at the head clenched his fists and threw his hands.

"Those homeless people like to watch it very much, and they are more serious than they were before when they watched the emperor's treasure."

"Really...... There is no Huigen. ”

Hearing the return of the disciple in front of him, the middle-aged monk couldn't help but shake his head again and again.

The so-called Emperor's Treasure is the previous scriptures that praised the "Taiyin Demon Mystery Emperor", in this Taiyin Mountain, it is a first-class sacredness - but those homeless people do not know the mystery, and abandon these treasures as if they were shoeed, but concentrate on those scriptures that record the evil ghosts of Zhenshan, and do not release the scroll.

It's simply, it's just ......

"Hoo ......"

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, the middle-aged monk raised his head slightly and looked up at the statue of Emperor Taiyin in front of him.

I saw the statue of the emperor in front of me pinching the trick in his left hand, holding a sword in his right hand, stepping on auspicious clouds, wearing a brocade robe, and between his eyebrows, it was indescribably majestic.

If there is a chance, who doesn't want to be like this Taiyin Emperor, subjugating demons and eliminating demons, and enjoying the world?

But the middle-aged monk knew that this kind of thing was not something that ordinary people could do.

The middle-aged monk's surname is Zhang, and his single name is a Qi character, and he has lived in this Taiyin Mountain for several generations, maintaining the mountain temple - but this Zhang family is really counted, but he is not a native of Yiyang, but moved from the generation of his great-grandfather.

At that time, this Zhang Qi's great-ancestor passed through Taiyin Mountain, and accidentally discovered the mountain temple that was still dilapidated at that time, and was fortunate to get a brass magic sword. With a sword in hand, the great-ancestor of this Zhang Qi felt something, so he moved his family here and lived in seclusion in this Taiyin Mountain.

As for the purpose of seclusion......

Of course, it's for cultivating immortals.

Externally, the Zhang family only said that they had a magic sword to prove that they should practice in this mountain temple, but internally, the Zhang family knew that more important than the magic sword was the two volumes of the treasure scriptures - one of them was the "Taiyin Demon Mysterious Emperor Jun Treasure", and the other volume was the "Taiyin Mountain Murder Disguised Catalogue".

The latter, talking about some ghosts and monsters in Taiyin Mountain, the text is more murderous and cruel, the ancestor of the Zhang family is quite disliked, and feels that it is not the right way, so he seals it on weekdays, only as a biography of Zhiwei or something, and occasionally takes it out for a long time to broaden his horizons. In the former, the ancestor of the Zhang family recited day and night, practiced diligently, and demanded himself according to the records on the emperor's treasure, just waiting for one day to succeed in cultivation and master the incredible power.

For the outside, the ancestor of the Zhang family only said that he was serving the mountain god, and chanting the scriptures day and night was just to keep the peace around Taiyin.

But only this ancestor of the Zhang clan himself knew that he had really cultivated.

It's just that Cheng is done, but Cheng is more embarrassing, strictly speaking, it should only be half of it - that Zhang family ancestor has indeed condensed the golden armor god to protect himself under the practice of day and night, and he is nearly ninety years old, and he is still strong and healthy, but this is still too far away from the living immortal he wants to truly achieve.

"What the hell is missing?"

On the day of his 100th birthday, the ancestor of the Zhang family died with hatred.

Since then, each generation of this Zhang clan has studied this Emperor's Treasure Book, trying to find the true method of cultivating immortals, but no matter how they read the words and sentences in the Treasure Message, they will not be able to glimpse the avenue in this treasure book.

Until it was passed on to Zhang Qi's generation.

Unlike his devout and faithful ancestors, this Zhang Qi is a lively mind. Like his ancestors, after practicing the Emperor's Treasure, he was also stuck at the threshold that his ancestors had not been able to advance in his life - but at this time, Zhang Qi did not continue to practice like his ancestors, but remembered the rumors left by his great-ancestors.

"If only one volume of treasure is needed to practice the immortal law, then why is the treasure scripture obtained by the ancestors in the first place two volumes?"

Thinking like this, Zhang Qi took out the sealed treasure scripture and read it carefully.

Then, he realized the significance of the existence of this second treasure sutra.

"If there is no earth, where is the heaven? No magic? Where did God come from? ”

At that moment, Zhang Qi felt that he had understood everything.

If there were no such 100,000 evil ghosts, how could there be an immortal who had subdued 100,000 evil ghosts with this sword?

"So, they've made their choice."

In front of the statue, a middle-aged monk named Zhang Qi had an expressionless face.

"If they can give birth to Huigen, then they can join us and seek the immortal path together, but now they have chosen the second volume of the treasure scripture...... Then it's no wonder we're not going to blame! ”

Saying this, Zhang Qi stood up suddenly, and with a wave of the brass magic sword in his hand, an emperor phantom that was as unique as the statue of the god appeared behind him!

And those young monks couldn't hold back for a long time, and released the golden armor god behind them.

Yes, it's not that they haven't given these outcasts a chance, but it's clear that these outcasts don't know the treasures of the mountains, but they don't read the scriptures that record evil spirits - and this means that these outcasts are related to ghosts, and when rounded off, they are not much different from evil spirits!

What's more, these more than 10,000 mouths for eating are indeed no different from hungry ghosts.

In the past, this Taiyin Emperor could kill 100,000 evil ghosts with one sword, they were naturally inferior to the emperor, but it was more than enough to kill these 10,000 hungry ghosts!

What's more, it's not like they haven't done this kind of thing before.

"Demon demons, just today!"

Raising the head of the magic sword to open the way, Zhang Qi took the lead out of the mountain temple.

"All the disciples listen to the order! Follow me! ”

For a while, a group of young monks came out one after another, and under the leadership of Zhang Qi, they went straight to Zhuangzi at the bottom of the mountain.

Even though it was already night, the homeless people in Zhuangzi were still reading the second volume of the Treasure Sutra intently, and while they were watching the ghosts and monsters in the Treasure Sutra kill people, and fantasizing about what it would be like if they had this courage, a dark ghost gradually appeared behind them.

Obviously, this time, the homeless people really did something.

But it makes no sense.

When they saw these fierce sword-wielding monks, these outcasts, including the ghosts behind them, wanted to resist desperately—but how could these ghosts that had just condensed, these outcasts who had never really moved, be able to defeat the golden-armored gods who were like substances? How can they be able to defeat those sharp magic swords dyed with evil energy?

In just three or two strokes, the homeless people in this chamber were killed, their movements were so clean and their speed was so fast that they didn't even have time to make a sound.

Obviously, the monks of these mountain temples are quite skilled in doing this kind of thing.

"Let's go! Go to the next room! ”

Carrying the blood-stained brass magic sword, Zhang Qi strode forward.

In just a moment, this Qi had already led people to kill five chambers in a row, and nearly a hundred Yanzhou refugees had fallen under these magic swords.

These displaced people who fled all the way from Yanzhou probably never dreamed that these immortal elders, who were amiable before, would suddenly kill them, and their lives that they managed to escape with great difficulty were directly cut off in this Taiyin Mountain because of their covetousness for these Xu Immortal thaumaturgy.

At this time, Zhang Qi had already led his men to the door of the sixth wing.

"Master, be careful, there is indeed a leader in this group of displaced people living in this wing, and there are more than 300 brave old soldiers under his command, and they seem to be quite brave, and they may not be easy to deal with."

Just when Zhang Qi was about to break in, a young monk reminded him.

But Zhang Qi, who had already stabbed several people, didn't think so.

"It's just a fight to kill a man, today I want him to know what it means to be a foot high and a foot high!"

As he spoke, the phantom of the emperor behind Zhang Qi was long in the wind, but it was already a foot tall for a while!

The heroic posture hanging in the air is really like a god descending into the world!

"Amazing!"

The disciples praised one after another, how could they have ever seen such a majestic scene.

"Amazing!"

The figure passed through the roof of the wing, and the image of the black ghost, which was several feet high, saw something interesting, and was silently stroking his hands in admiration.

The first shift in the afternoon, a little tired, I can't get to 4,000 words, I'll go to have dinner again, and then write the second shift, and the schedule will be normal.

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