First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 406: Chai Daoist
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Fuxian Ridge.
The night was dark.
In a mountain temple built halfway up the mountain, a statue of a **** with kind eyes and a jade bottle is enshrined.
On the desk in front of the statue, incense and candles were burning, and the flickering lights reflected on the statue, adding a mottled light and dark luster.
A hunched old man dressed in an old Taoist robe, with sparse hair, sitting cross-legged on a futon in front of a desk.
He was dressed as a Taoist priest, but he held a string of black rosary beads and sat on his back like a Buddhist monk.
If Cao Ping were here, he would be able to recognize that the old man in the robe was the temple blessing of this mountain temple, the Daoist Chai.
Outside the mountain temple, there is a courtyard, planted with tall pines and cypresses, and the lush canopy rustles in the night wind.
Suddenly, a shadow entered the courtyard, and the swaying pine and cypress branches suddenly stopped.
I saw that the shadow was a blood-robed youth with pale and transparent complexion, with blood-red eyes, a ghostly mist all over his body, and a string of fist-sized skulls hanging around his neck, walking silently in the night.
The blood-robed boy came to the temple, knelt on his knees, and said respectfully:
"Old Ancestor, 16 virgins and 15 virgins have been captured tonight. According to your order, only one virgin is needed to open the 'Blood Transformation Wraith Formation' tonight and offer sacrifices to the Great Compassion God. ."
In the temple, the Chai Daoist who was sitting on his knees snorted, his voice was low and hoarse, "Who is the poor virgin?"
The blood-robed boy trembled and said quickly: "It should be the girl named Cao An from Caoxi Village at the foot of the mountain. Her subordinates have dispatched 'Shui Ming' to Caoxi Village. I believe it will not be long before..."
Just said this-
Clap!
With a light sound, one of Daoist Chai's rosary suddenly shattered and turned into a gray-white powder.
The turbid eyes of Daoist Chai suddenly became gloomy and sharp, and there was a cold and stern luster like bloodthirsty surging.
"Shui Ming is dead."
The Chai Daoist looked sharply at the blood-robed boy kneeling outside the hall, and said in a cold voice, "Among the twelve ghost servants accepted by this seat, Shui Ming is the most promising to step into the path of Yuan Dao and become a A good seedling of a ghost cultivator, but now... he is dead..."
The blood-robed youth trembled all over and said, "Old Ancestor calm down, this subordinate will go to Caoxi Village in person..."
Chai Daoist interrupted: "No need, the lack of a sacrifice is nothing. If you miss this year's most yin and yin season, all the preparations in this seat will be in vain."
After a pause, he took a deep breath and said, "You go to prepare the sacrifices, and in a quarter of an hour, I will personally run the 'Blood Transformation Wraith Formation'."
"Yes!"
The **** boy got up, hurried into the depths of the courtyard, came to an ancient well, and jumped in.
In the mountain temple, Daoist Chai stood up from the futon and turned to look at the statue of the **** holding a jade bottle.
"The secular people worship mountain gods like you with incense day and night, but in my eyes, you are just a clay sculpture embryo after all. Those mortals think that burning incense and worship will get blessings, which is really pitiful and ridiculous. "
The Chai Daoist shook his head.
……
The night was dark.
Outside the courtyard of the mountain temple, in the distance, the figures of Su Yi and Yuan Heng came.
"Master, this place is raging with yin qi and ghosts and mists. Where is the mountain temple, it is clearly the place where a ghost is entrenched."
Yuan Heng spoke in a low voice.
"The mountain temple is indeed a mountain temple, but it was occupied by an old ghost with Taoism."
Su Yi said, his eyes fell on the courtyard
On both sides of the door.
Although it was a dark night with no stars and no moon, under Su Yi's spiritual sense, he could still clearly see a couplet on both sides of the gate.
The couplet has long been damaged and faded, and it can be vaguely seen that it reads:
“Good retribution is retributed in the cycle of evil retribution. How can you not repay it in the morning and in the evening.”
"Vanity Fair is nothing more than a theater. It's on the spot."
After watching, Su Yi shook his head secretly, this couplet was obviously not left by the cultivators.
For the secular people, the principle of "causality of good and evil" expounded in this couplet can indeed play a role in soothing the mind and guiding people towards goodness.
But in the eyes of practitioners, I am afraid that few will believe the retribution of "good and evil".
However, Su Yi was certain that the power of cause and effect does exist in this mysterious heaven, but it has nothing to do with "retribution of good and evil".
While thinking about it, Su Yi carried both of his backs, as if he was traveling in the dark, and walked into the mountain temple with a dignified manner.
Yuan Heng followed.
Wow~~
In the courtyard, the tall pine and cypress trees slammed violently, covering the dense branches of the sky, and there were bursts of sinister whispers.
"Hey, in the middle of the night, there are still big living people coming?"
"This is the Ghost Festival. Are they here to offer incense? Hahaha, yes."
"Well, little brother, look at your tender skin, do you want to play with the slave family?"
A graceful figure suddenly swept down from the canopy and came to Su Yi.
I saw that she was twenty-eight years old, fair-skinned and beautiful, dressed like a daughter of gold, holding a lotus leaf fan, her beautiful eyes looked at Su Yi boldly and fiery, and she deliberately squeezed the towering pair in front of her to be plump and plump .
Without waiting for Su Yi to speak, Yuan Heng shouted: "Bold and evildoer, even if you don't look at what you are, you dare to show off your coquettishness in front of my master, it's simply not
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Knowing life and death! "
Boom!
When he spoke, Yuan Heng slapped it with a palm, like a mighty god.
The female ghost was dumbfounded, and before she had time to dodge, she was smashed by this palm, her body slammed open, and it turned into billowing blue smoke.
There was a silence, and the whispering voices on the pine and cypress trees suddenly fell silent.
Su Yi glanced at Yuan Heng and said, "I will act more low-key in the future. What if I get scared and run away early?"
Yuanheng suddenly showed a look of fear, and quickly said: "Master, don't worry, Yuanheng will never be so reckless in the future."
Su Yi nodded and said, "The ghosts in this courtyard are handed over to you."
Speaking, he has gone to the mountain temple.
Before he entered this place, his spiritual sense captured the breath of a ghost cultivator, which was located in this temple.
"I didn't expect to meet a fellow Daoist in this barren mountain. It's really rare."
In the temple, the old-fashioned Daoist Chai held a rosary and looked at Su Yi who was walking step by step. Although there was a look of surprise on his brows, he was not afraid.
Su Yi looked at Daoist Chai up and down, and said indifferently: "Juyin jade came from you?"
His attitude made Daoist Chai frown slightly, and immediately said: "It seems that this must have been a misunderstanding. If there is any offense, the old man will apologize to the Daoist first, and hope that the Daoist is wrong. You can exalt the noble, otherwise, it will not be good for anyone after all.”
Speaking, he bowed slightly, clasped his fists in salute, and lowered his posture very low.
Su Yi couldn't help laughing and said: "What kind of thing are you, you are also worthy of talking about the word 'daoist' with someone Su?"
Chai Daoren's cheeks flashed with blue light, and he slowly straightened his body, and a cold and frightening terrifying aura also permeated his body
and open.
His turbid eyes glowed with bloodthirsty and gloomy luster, staring at Su Yi in front of the gate of the temple, and said coldly:
"People respect me one foot, and I respect others ten feet. Are you sure your friends don't intend to give the old man a thin face, and turn today's misunderstandings into jade and silk?"
Su Yi laughed and said, "Your face is worth a few pieces of paper money, do you want me to burn it for you later?"
"Huh."
The Daoist Chai also laughed. With a wave of his sleeves, a **** light flashed out.
Boom!
Behind him, the statue collapsed suddenly, and almost at the same time, a bone knife with a gray aura swept out from inside the statue.
Chong!
The Daoist Chai scratched, and the bone knife fell.
The bone knife is only two feet long, white and clear, as thin as a cicada's wing.
A smear of gray sword energy swept out, like a monster of lightning, that kind of power is more tyrannical than the existence of a human cultivator in the inedia state.
But in today's Su Yiyan, such tricks are completely unsightly.
Bang!
Su Yi flicked his fingers, and the sword qi broke inch by inch.
In the temple, Daoist Chai's pupils shrank.
Su Yi asked: "Tell me, why do you use Yin-gathering jade to harm people? It seems like you, a ghost cultivator who has already embarked on the path of Yuandao cultivation, doesn't need to do such vicious and sinister things." /
The Chai Daoist sneered and didn't answer, his figure swayed suddenly.
Boom~
The ghost fog filled the air, and his figure turned directly into a zhang height, breaking through a hole in the beam of the temple, and scattered tiles and stones.
In the blink of an eye, I saw Daoist Chai's thin and hunched figure, becoming majestic like a mountain, with every muscle on his body stretched like a rock, his eyes crimson, and his suffocating aura shot into the sky.
Chong!
As Daoist Chai exerted his strength, the two-foot-long bone knife suddenly swelled into a substantial gray blade.
Then the soles of the feet slammed on the ground and slashed towards Su Yi with a knife.
Boom!
The sky is full of blood, accompanied by a waterfall-like gray sword, intertwined into a terrifying vision like Senluo's purgatory.
This knife is more than twice as powerful as before!
If I were to be another monk in the inedia state, I'd be afraid that I wouldn't dare to stand up to him at all.
But there was a hint of sneering in Su Yi's eyes.
"Beyond my ability!"
His sleeves swelled, raised a palm, clenched his fist into a seal, and smashed it in the void.
It was an understatement blow, but when the blue and bright fist prints came out, it was like an ancient sacred mountain pressing down.
Bang!
The shadows of blood and sword energy in the sky like Senluo's purgatory were all blown up by this punch, and the light and rain swept through and spread like a waterfall.
Boom!
And the fist mark remained unabated~IndoMTL.com~ smashed directly on Chai Daoren, and saw his tall figure suddenly make a dull sound of bone shattering, like a punctured ball, In the end, with a bang, he was smashed to the ground by this fist mark.
The entire body is broken, the skin is ripped open, and the flesh is flying.
Following, under the impact of such fighting forces, the entire temple collapsed and turned into a rubble.
With just one punch, it will suppress this powerful ghost cultivator in the bigu realm!
The courtyard, Yuan Heng, who had planned to move, was stunned when he saw this.
Those ghosts hiding in the shadows of the pine and cypress branches are all frightened and trembling, silent as a cicada.
That punch looks like it came from the immortals in the sky, and the terror is boundless!
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