Time flies, and it has been two years in the blink of an eye.

Ji Yan and Fu Ji have been cultivating in Cuizhu Peak for more than two years, and they have grown a lot taller.

According to the rules of the sect, disciples who are more than one year old must pay a purple bamboo cut into nine pieces every three days to prove their daily progress in cultivation. As is customary, Ji Yan waited at the foot of the mountain for Fukuji, who lived in the distance. It's still the same fat man, but he's lost his former fatness, replaced by thick and powerful limbs and a strong body. Fudge has made rapid progress in the past two years, it turns out that he can perceive the vitality when he first arrives in the outer sect, and he has reached the level of sitting and looking inside in a month, and within half a year, he can drive the vitality in the body to open up all the veins in the body according to the records of the sword book, and the vitality will be gathered in the dantian in a year's time, but the vitality collected every day is limited, and there is a cloud in his dantian, and every time he looks inside, it is only a lot richer, and it is still some time before condensing into a sea of qi.

As for Ji Yan, the situation is a bit complicated. He spent several months, and one day when he was sitting and fighting, he suddenly felt as if his soul was touching ice and snow, and it was cool, and only after a few days did he realize that it was the vitality of heaven and earth. It took him a few months to incorporate the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi into his body through his own mind, not through his five senses, and during this period, the Buddha power he cultivated was also growing steadily, and it was only after more than a year that Ji Yan reached the stage of inner vision. Originally, he wanted to see the results of his cultivation in the past few years with excitement, but as soon as he looked inside, he was a little overwhelmed, and when he looked at all his body, he felt dazed and ignorant.

Under the inner view, there is indeed a condensed golden Bodhi in the dantian, rippling with circles of golden light waves, nourishing the dantian. And below the dantian, there were a lot of droplet-shaped cyan liquids clustered together, as if they were being squeezed out by the golden light. This is not the most peculiar, there is a golden Bodhi in each acupoint of Ji Yan, although there is no condensation of the dantian, but the outline of Bodhi can be seen, the same cyan liquid is squeezed at the bottom, what is unexpected is that in the illusory acupoint of the eyebrows, there is no golden light, and countless emerald cyan liquid can be seen in the haze. Ji Yan is also helpless about this, the cause and effect of his own planting, let's take a step at a time.

Besides, the two of them went up the mountain to cut bamboo, and Fu Ji was able to use the vitality in the dantian to burst out with strong power, and he could cut off a purple bamboo with a few knives; All the people who were close to them, and they all praised Fudge for being a manufacturable material in the immortal path. Fudge rarely listened to their praise, always encouraged him, and helped him complete the task of cutting bamboo. Ji Yan was not inferior and discouraged, and did her best every day, worthy of her heart.

At night, Ji Yan meditated hard, thinking that the Dharma could be slowed down, and that there was less than a year left in the world to practice the Dao Dharma. He sat down and looked inward and began to cultivate, but he didn't know that after eight years of accumulation of Buddhism, the "Brahma Heart Sutra" had already operated on its own day and night, condensing the power of the Buddha to cast Bodhi. He opened up his five senses this time, and his mind and soul received the vitality together, not wanting the heaven and earth vitality to supplement this bottomless pit as if he was obeying orders. Under the inner vision, the thick vitality rushes into the meridians like a river to reach all the acupuncture points, and when passing through Bodhi, the golden light shines, most of them are absorbed by Bodhi to strengthen themselves, and the outflow of vitality has been condensed into a liquid to gather under Bodhi. This night is also more effective than before, and Ji Yan feels that the path he is taking may be the right one.

Day after day, another month passed, and the boring cultivation was interrupted by a bizarre and strange incident. Originally, it was just a normal thing: Senior Brother Sun, who was guarding the temple in Houshan, said goodbye without saying goodbye, leaving only a letter, in which he stated that his qualifications were dull and he had no relationship with immortals, and decided to leave the sect and return to his hometown. In fact, Senior Brother Sun did not say goodbye because there were ghosts and monsters rampant in the temple every night, but he was sneered at when he reported to Steward Jiang, and he was also old and disheartened by cultivating immortals, so he took the opportunity to leave the mountain.

Public opinion is frightening at all times. There are rumors that there are ghosts in Cuizhu Peak, and the three of them become tigers, which is more and more bizarre. Zhang Heng, the deacon of the outer sect, personally pacified everyone, and kept a hard watch in the temple all night, but did not find any suspicious signs, and advised everyone not to be frightened by the demons when he left. But this kind of ethereal thing, the world is willing to believe it or not.

At a time when people are panicking, there are villains who take advantage of the opportunity to make profits. Jiang Plague endured for a long time, and finally found an opportunity to take revenge on Fu Ji Ji and the two, but now Fu Ji's talent is fully revealed, and there are people in the inner sect who remember him, it seems that he can't be beaten, that Ji Yan's qualifications are mediocre, and no one takes care of him, just enough to take out his anger. Soon after Zhang Heng left, Jiang Wenshen arranged Ji Yan to guard the temple on behalf of Senior Brother Sun, and also used Senior Brother Zhang's behavior and words to push the menacing Fuji back and take revenge. Ji Yan was innocent, and he felt that how could ghosts run rampant in the righteous way, so he fearlessly agreed.

In the evening, the bedding was moved, and Ji Yan comforted Fukuji, who was worried about him, and coaxed him away. I looked at the dilapidated temple, there were many spiritual tablets in it, and when the night came, the moon shone, there was indeed something weird. Ji Yan entered the thatched house, closed the door, and began to cultivate.

He didn't know that this Cuizhu Peak was occupied by demons as early as the time of the Jade Jewel, and there were countless unjust souls who died in vain, and the battle of the Qinglian Patriarch also killed a lot of spirits and beasts here, although there were temples and the spirit cards of the heroes in the door to suppress it, but it was a long time, and the anger was exposed, and he did not dare to provoke Zhang Heng who was a person with advanced Taoism in the inner sect, but this kind of beginner disciple of the outer sect was more than enough to deal with. Not long after, only a few zhang near the grass house hung up the yin wind, the yin wind howled, like a wild beast screaming, and like someone wailing and crying, mixed with the rustle of the wind blowing and falling leaves, a dark cloud covered the bright moon in the sky, this piece only the little light of the thatched house, swaying. Ji Yan woke up from the cultivation and was a little nervous in his heart, but after all, after experiencing the tragedy in Wujia Village, he was not afraid of fear, and walked out with a lit lantern in his hand, opening the wooden door.

In the middle of the night, it was like a fierce beast with its huge mouth open, mercilessly devouring Ji Yan. At first, nothing happened, but the movement in the forest around the temple became louder and louder, and many fierce beasts with incomplete limbs jumped out of it, as well as human races covered in blood and rotting flesh. He was clear in his heart, and there would be danger if he sat still like this, so he ran into the thatched house and took out the sword that was temporarily issued to him, silently using the stealth technique, and always kept in mind the highest strategic policy of "can't fight, go". Some spirit beasts, unable to hold back, roared at Ji Yan and pounced, he carried the Taoist vitality attached to the sword, and with a volley, the first beast turned into black gas under the sword and dispersed. Ji Yan looked at it intently, it turned out that they were all black qi illusions, the same as the ghosts of the envoy of the Soul Devouring Hall that day, and the beast that had just been killed was re-condensed and formed not far away. Ji Yan said in his heart, that day he saw the monks fighting the law, the Dharma restrained the ghosts, and he also wanted to mobilize the Buddha power around his body, how could he have thought that only the monks who opened up the sea of suffering could mobilize the Buddha power in the body, and he was a boy who had just planted Bodhi and could only use the golden light to protect the body. Several times of luck has not improved, Ji Yan is also neat, pinching the trick, and reciting the stealth trick.

"Oh, I'm still a flexible boy, if you come, you can stay!" It turned out that there was a powerful ghost with wisdom and deep obsession left here, and with a wave of one hand, a gust of rancid yin wind pushed Ji Yan down, rolled several times, and interrupted the trick. The ghost came from the forest, the wide cloak covered his face, his left arm was mutilated, only his right arm was intact, and the big hole in the bowl on his chest was particularly conspicuous. "This ghost turned out to be a ghost who had been wronged for thousands of years, and only relied on grudges to remain in the world.

Ji Yan got up on the spot, thinking that he was facing death so soon, and he was unwilling in his heart, and today he was about to be occupied by this ghost, and said unhappily: "You are evil demons and crooked ways, and the ancestor destroyed your sect back then, and he also did it for the heavens and the people, and after so many years, you are still obsessed?"

"Shut up, what kind of evil demon crooked way, what is the way for the heavens, although my Yin Beast Sect is practicing the ghost path exercises, but there is no vain attempt to kill people, the method of cultivation is only to control the souls of these fierce beasts and spirits, the master has also repeatedly taught the way to the same end, no matter what the way, in the end it is just to seek immortality, don't do evil, but ......" The man heard Ji Yan's words, as if he was stimulated, he roared wildly, and complained bitterly about that little-known misfortune.

"Master, the old man is bent on the Dao, and even the imperial envoys and ghosts will not accept them until they are willing to enter the ghost path after they die. But what about your ancestor, he thinks he can represent the way of heaven. The man walked towards Ji Yan frantically, laughing miserably, "On that day, many sects were dissatisfied with an outsider who occupied Zixiao, and wanted to go up the mountain to seek reason, and entangled cultivators from all over the world to go up the mountain together. Master doesn't argue about mundane things, but later he wants to go to Zixiao Peak with me to find ghosts that can be refined, we heard the sound of fighting on the mountainside, so we rushed over, who knows...... "The man walked a few steps, staggered, and suddenly beat his chest with his right hand, howling and crying, and there were blood stains falling from his cheeks, as if what he was going to say later was miserable and painful.

"On the mountainside, the corpses were all over the ground, and the blood stained the earth, and even the corpses of the people who went up the mountain to hunt were also sandwiched between them, and several people were still resisting, and finally they were also beheaded by the flying sword. The master couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward and scolded Yujizi for thousands of miles. Speaking of this, the man was disgusted with himself, "It's all because I didn't stop it, so I caused a big disaster." Jade Jizi used his sword to transmit the sound, reviewing his own sin, and the fighting method actually affected the innocent, let alone brutally killing the same people who did not commit murder, and repeatedly promised to go to Zhufeng to bear the guilt, hoping that my master would forgive. ”

Ji Yan heard the Heavenly Sword Gate's transmission of the Jade Purple Sky Demon Exterminating and the words of this powerful ghost, and he was curious, "What happened later?"

"Later......?"