Jiao altar, the Dharma flags erected high around are waving in the wind, and the Dharma bells are ringing.

On the Dharma platform, there are three animal tributes, the heads of cows, pigs and sheep, lit with thick sandalwood, offering the statue of the three Qing gods, the lord of Taiqing Taishang Laojun, the lord of Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun, the lord of Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, the solemn appearance of the law, for thousands of years, with the same gaze, quietly watching the rise and fall of the world, the cycle of reincarnation.

Lord Zhou and Wang Gonggong sat in the north of the Fatai, set up an awning, guarded by four elders, the garrison Liu Yanlang and several soldiers sat in the back, and the other entourages sat on the other side, among them was the mysterious man, still wearing a felt hat and a black veil to cover his face.

Yuan Dong Zhenren and Yuan Nan Zhenren sat on the other side, nervously watching the master practice on the stage.

Under the sun, Zhang Zhenren was dressed in a golden robe, dazzling, wearing the crown of the Heavenly Master, stepping on the fairy cloud shoes, just like Da Luo Zhenxian, holding the Lingyun Guanzhen Treasure Oolong Sword in his hand, the seal in his hand, stepping on the steps of the northern Xuanwu bullfight, cinnabar calligraphy, water purification sword, sword piercing yellow charm, a little bit of hand, the yellow charm ignited, and there were words in the mouth:

Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, the root of all qi.

Cultivate ten thousand calamities, and conquer my supernatural powers.

Inside and outside the Three Realms, I am the only one.

There is a golden light in my body, which reflects my body.

Covering the world and nurturing the masses.

All gods salute, and serve the thunder.

The ghosts and demons are extinguished, and the spirits and monsters are dead.

Yuan Fan is deserted, lonely and lonely.

The Three Realms are servants, and the ghosts are tied.

The forest rang loudly, and the ten directions were cleared.

The rivers and seas are silent, and the mountains swallow smoke.

Ten thousand spirits ambushed and summoned the immortals.

There is no filth in the sky, and there is no demon dust on the earth.

Eliminate natural disasters and protect the emperor.

Under the poison, in order to save the people.

Haste as a law!

After reciting the incantation, Zhang Zhenren waved his sword, a golden light, and countless wandering spirits gathered from all directions and passed away.

Sure enough, it's a good way!

The people in the audience, seeing Zhang Zhenren's strong humane method and the art of Zhaijiao, are familiar with it, and there is a faint fairy style, they all secretly admire and admire.

Lingyun watched the disciples, and all the faces were happy.

Including the stone that hid on the side and watched secretly, the stone followed his master Liu Guquan at the foot of Maoshan Mountain in Jurong City at the foot of Maoshan Mountain to chant the scriptures for the deceased, and I don't know how many Jiao I have experienced, how many scriptures I have recited, and I can't suppress my curiosity when I hear Song Weizhuang say how grand Luo Tian Dajiao is, so I can't suppress my curiosity, and I sneaked under the eaves of a corridor while the doorman was not paying attention, and I was leaning on the place where Lord Zhou and Wang Gonggong were sitting, hiding by a corridor pillar, watching the demeanor of Zhang Zhenren's practice, and I couldn't help but be impressed by Zhang Zhenren's strong Taoism, and secretly applauded.

Zhang Zhenren was secretly proud in his heart, shaking his spirits, and his figure was more diligent.

Suddenly, a gloomy wind arose from the southwest, and dark clouds covered the daylight like ink, and a faint roar seemed to be heard, and a chill swept over everyone's bodies.

The spirits return, and the ghosts gather.

The yin wind suddenly blew in front of him, the cold invaded people, the law flag swayed, the law bell rang chaotically, there seemed to be countless lonely souls and wild ghosts, wrapped in the wind, hovering on the altar, rampaging around Zhang Zhenren, stretching out his sharp claws, opening his bloody mouth, roaring and roaring, Zhang Zhenren was defenseless, and was a little caught off guard for a while, waving his sword to block, tired of coping.

Seeing this situation, Lord Zhou and Wang Gonggong couldn't help but be a little surprised, they glanced at each other, did not speak, and the corner of Wang Gonggong's eyes looked at the mysterious person in the black veil, quite disgusted.

The hearts of the disciples of Lingyun Guan all rose to their throats, in case something happened to the Guan Lord, it would be all over!

Zhang Zhenren secretly screamed that it was not good, in the past, there was no such ghost thing, why is there such a yin wind today, and the old man came, presumably someone made the evil art detain the ghost to deliberately make trouble!

He didn't make a sound, waved the oolong sword, pinched the gang in his hand, stepped on the seven-star position under his feet, and the next rune of the book was a divine rune, subduing the ghosts.

The golden light flashed, the talisman was everywhere, and the ghosts hurriedly dodged, and those who couldn't dodge it were killed by the god rune, and they couldn't be reborn.

The yin wind was dispersed by the golden rune, and then turned into countless ghost mist, scattered, and turned around and bumped on the Jiao altar, the golden rune couldn't catch up, and the ghost was prosperous and made a comeback.

Seeing that the momentum was not good, if there was any accident on the Jiao altar, the prestige of Lingyunguan's Daomen for hundreds of years would be destroyed, so they got up and left their seats, and said to Lord Zhou and the prince: "My lord, my father-in-law is safe, and I am not accompanied by the poor Dao, so I will go to protect the Dharma for the master." ”

Lord Zhou nodded, and the prince said softly: "Real people, please, please." ”

The four elders hurriedly came to the Jiao altar left and right, pinched the decision, chanted the mantra, stepped fighting, calligraphy, and the four golden talismans flew up, breaking the ghost fog one by one, and closing the siege with the momentum, wanting to gather and annihilate it.

Seeing that the yin wind and ghost fog were about to be ambushed by the five golden runes, several clouds of ghost fog suddenly took advantage of the loophole, turned in the air, melted into a ball, and hurriedly came towards Lord Zhou and Wang Gonggong, the yin wind was blowing, charming ears and eyes, and the cold air penetrated the bones, several elders had already left their seats, and those present here were all people who did not understand the law, military attache Liu Yanlang drew his sword to meet him, and ordered the soldiers with him: "Protect your lord!"

Although the ghost fog is dying and struggling, Yu Wei is still there, passing by the soldiers, a chill hits, although the soldiers are brave, after all, they are mortals, the yang energy is eroded and dissipated by the ghost fog in the blink of an eye, and he falls to the ground and dies, Liu Yanlang relies on his righteousness, swings his sword and splits the air, and is also confused by the ghost fog, dizzy, his feet are soft and his hands are numb, he falls to the ground and can't move, the ghost fog roars, and flies towards the prince, just because the prince has a heavy yin qi, and Lord Zhou is an official of the imperial court, and there is a heavenly luan star to call for protection, and the ghosts and gods are taboo.

Zhang Zhenren and the four elders are driving the golden rune, working together to suppress the remaining resentful ghosts in the yin wind, no time to doppelgänger, although the other real people see in their eyes, but across the Jiao altar, it is too late to rescue, seeing the great eunuch Wang Chen, the red man in front of the emperor today, moving the government and the opposition in the name of loyalty and righteousness, he is going to die in front of his eyes, he died in broad daylight at the hands of the resentful ghosts, or died in front of the Jiao altar that prayed for the emperor's blessing.

The prince was so frightened that his face turned pale, his hands were in front of him, he curled up, and for a while he had nowhere to hide, and screamed in his mouth: "Come and save our family!"

Although the disciples of Lingyunguan had more than enough hearts, it was really too late, they were all dumbfounded, frightened, Zhang Zhenren was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly jumped off the Jiao altar to chase away the ghost fog, but it was too late.

The ghost mist let out a roar, like a hungry tiger out of the cage, like a frightened dragon out of the water, straight to the prince, the prince was dying, closed his eyes and shouted: "Help!"

At this time, the small stones hiding by the pillars were all in his eyes, and he was also afraid, and subconsciously picked up the obsidian again.

Seeing a monstrous ghost mist flying towards the prince, he felt a little hot holding the obsidian hand, I don't know what force drove him, suddenly jumped out from behind the pillar, rushed to the prince in two steps, blocked the frightened father-in-law with his body, stretched out his right hand, and slammed it, only to hear a thunderclap, from the sky above the dark clouds, accompanied by a golden light, split a thunder, the ghost fog disappeared in response, the soul flew away, turned into ashes.

When the prince heard a thunderstorm in front of him, when he opened his eyes, he saw a little Taoist boy, short in stature, in tattered clothes, carrying an old jacket, standing in front of him with his back to him, with his head bowed, raising his right hand, holding a black stone, the golden light was faint, and the ghost fog had long been gone.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, the prince hugged the stone, his voice trembled, and he said a sentence: "Little Daotong, you saved our family, and our family owes you a life!"