I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Laolin Temple is particularly quiet at night.

The birds and beasts seemed to be resting but not running around.

The chirping of insects became louder.

Although the main hall of the temple was like a sieve with ventilation on all sides, the swaying wind and rain just passed by the curtains, and no one who was sensible enough to break in and disturb.

A bonfire was lit casually, reflecting the faces of a monk and a ghost.

The monk was very focused on his work, and small objects helped him polish the irregular bead in his hand.

The beads became smoother and smoother in his hands.

The string of white and green-grey Buddhist beads in his hand are all made of this material. They are said to be the stone fruits left after salvation, but in fact they are the immortal bones of demons and ghosts. It is not an exaggeration to call it the White Bone Bodhi.

The beads are not connected with silk threads, but with the power of Buddhist monks' scriptures.

They seem to be in a bunch but each one is independent.

Tushanjun didn't bother the monk, he drank a few drinks and felt refreshed. The old god looked at the Black Mountain connected to the ancient temple.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

Most of the wine in the gourd is stock purchased in the monks' square market in the past.

Only spiritual wine can taste good, so I kept a lot of it.

In the past three years, it has been almost consumed.

You can no longer spend as much as you did before, you need to be more economical.

Since the last time when the magic seal method of snatching the golden elixir of the Rakshasa Void Clan almost happened, Tu Shanjun no longer trusts Wen Po that much.

He had quite a few spells in his hand, so he didn't use Wen Po on a large scale to obtain the incomplete spells of ghosts.

There are only a few ways to derive common ghosts. Tu Shanjun had already figured them all out when he was still young, so there is no need to pick and choose.

On the contrary, he got the heretical technique of refining rampant soldiers and ghost generals from the monks of Luo Jiao.

What's strange is that although they are clearly controlling ghosts, their basic technique is corpse refining, mixed with ghost techniques.

Tu Shanjun couldn't guess the reason because he didn't have much information.

In short, when I met such a leftist monk, I just happened to kill the Soul Flag to fully use his magic power.

It's a pity that in the past half month, Monk Juefa has not had the slightest idea of ​​using the soul flag to collect the ghosts, and many lonely ghosts have been wasted.

Most of the complaints were there, otherwise Tushanjun would not have walked out of the Soul Banner in person today.

Even if he doesn't use other Jindan Yin Shen, if he wants to crush Juefa to death, it will be no different than crushing an ant to death.

However, it is obvious that a living monk is more useful than a dead monk, and due to his temperament, Tushanjun did not embarrass the monk Jue Fa.

…

Sensing the gaze, Tushanjun returned from his fugue.

Just like the ghost in green robe and cassock said, Juefa has indeed given birth to a good pair of skins.

His face is like a crown jade, his lips are red and his teeth are white.

If he hadn't become a monk, he wouldn't have known how many young girls he would have charmed, and even wealthy ladies would have been treated as guests.

However, Juefa and Tushanjun had very different ideas.

Not to mention that Tu Shanjun was inherently handsome, even though his skin color was different, it did not destroy his faint divine power. On the contrary, it adds a bit of ferocity with the green face and fangs, just like the angry-eyed King Kong in the classics who has used magical powers.

Of course, the most surprising thing is his strength.

Jue Fa couldn't see the opponent's specific cultivation level at all, he just felt that he was extremely powerful and invincible.

Sitting quietly next to the black-robed ghost, the evil spirit emitted unconsciously by the other person seemed to be some kind of ferocious and howling monster.

The mist turned into a black shadow, covering the sky behind him, and turned into a deep darkness that collapsed the surrounding light.

There is a feeling in my mind.

Based on my current level of cultivation, if I dared to look directly at him with my spiritual eyes, I would probably be blind for a while.

And in the Zunhun Banner, there is also a male-female evil ghost that looks like the Lord.

Not to mention the other two golden elixir masters left.

Juefa clasped his hands together and sighed secretly.

When he saw the soul flag, he thought it was an ordinary magic weapon. Now it seems that his idea at that time was really wrong.

Even the magic weapon Zunhun Banner shouldn't have so many powerful evil ghosts.

The red-haired Yin God in black robes before him put more pressure on him than the great master in the temple.

Tushanjun didn't stay long or say anything to Juefafen. He seemed to just come out of the soul flag to have a drink and then go back carefree.

The darkness faded, and the light of the campfire suddenly began to bloom.

The Buddha's name was proclaimed in a low voice.

Then untie the beads wrapped around the palm.

Put the polished bead in it, and immediately started counting the beads while stroking them.

The monk counted very seriously.

With his foundation-building cultivation, with a single sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he could clearly identify the vegetation and fireflies within a ten-mile radius, not to mention the beads that were right in front of him.

…

dusk.

The rays of the setting sun gradually faded, scattering on the hillside beside the deserted path.

There are some luxuriant grasses.

Large tracts of turf have been pulled away, leaving only bare sand.

There are still some trees left, and the bark, branches and leaves have long since disappeared, leaving only gray and bare stems, and the tooth marks on the bare stems are clearly visible.

The walking figure is elongated.

From a distance, it seems to be shiny and dazzling, but when you get closer, you realize that it is a shining bald head.

…

The monk took off his gray robe and spread his arms to dig a hole.

After a few shovels, a big pit appeared.

Not only the monks, but also many figures with pale faces, no trace of life, were also using shovels collected from deserted villages.

It was difficult to tell who belonged to the flesh and white bones that were cast into the memorial, so they were buried and piled up into graves.

The black-robed Taoist said calmly: "You just helped them restrain their bodies and save their souls. If you throw them into this turbid world in the next life, it will be just as useless."

Although it is bland, it is like a fish bone with both soft and hard texture stuck in the throat.

"It's better to enter my soul banner and stand there for a few years."

"When I study the method and improve their cultivation level, it will also be regarded as enlightenment." Tu Shanjun walked to the tomb and lit the incense candle in his hand, holding his shoulders and hanging the gourd on his waist.

After getting along with him for a month, Juefa naturally got to know this black-robed senior.

However, he still explained it seriously: "Amitabha, senior's words are wrong."

"The suffering of reincarnation lies in karma. If you perform good karma, you will get good results; if you do bad karma, you will eat bad results."

"Therefore, those who are liberated from good karma and perish from bad karma. Those who are liberated will go to the Western Paradise, and those who perish will enter reincarnation again."

"Saving people does not mean directly pulling them out of the sea of ​​suffering. Those who can get out of the sea of ​​suffering can only practice self-cultivation."

The Taoist nodded, as if suddenly enlightened: "I understand, the Buddha will take away those who are kind, and the Buddha will not take away those who do evil."

"That's just right. Buddha doesn't want it, but I want it."

"Let's make a rule that all those with bad karma will enter my soul banner."

"Senior, this is true..."

"Um?"

"Like a robber."

"robber?"

"I am not a robber, I am a devil!"

…

After walking around for half a month, Juefa still couldn't find the monster he was looking for.

After such a long time, Tu Shanjun also knew why Jue Fa was looking for demons and ghosts.

While replenishing your own magical tools, you can practice your spiritual path.

Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Spending the whole day chanting sutras and meditating in temples, absorbing spiritual energy and improving your cultivation. You will always encounter bottlenecks, so you need to walk around the world, observe the ups and downs, and gain opportunities.

Among the original targets of awakening the law were Zhu Polong from Yinfeng Valley and Lao Xiong whose cultivation level was about to break through. Unexpectedly, they were taken over by Tu Shanjun.

The bear skin was draped on Li San's body, and he followed the trace to Huaifeng, whereupon he discovered the Zunhun Banner.

There is no big monster with powerful cultivation in Fengboqiu, so the issue of Buddhist beads has been put on hold.

Unfold the jade slip map to identify directions and different boundaries.

…

At midnight.

This street market is brightly lit and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.

Just as the monk was about to walk over, he was warned by a person hiding in the shadows: "The ghost market has its own rules. Don't cause trouble."

Juefa proclaimed the Buddha's name in his heart and received his waist badge before entering the ghost market.

Like everyone else, he wore a black robe and a mask to cover up his aura.

After all, the Netherworld is the territory of demons and monsters. Juefa relies on a large sect, and when he comes here, he will inevitably be targeted by ghosts and monsters, so he conceals his appearance and aura.

Ripples rippled in front of him, and the originally vague street suddenly became clear.

Tushanjun inside the banner was in good spirits.

The ghosts and monsters walking slowly around are a sight to behold.

At a glance, there are at least hundreds of sane ghosts on the street. Not to mention those monsters who have not taken off their prototypes, and some beautiful female fairies who are posing.

Tu Shanjun thought it was a brilliant idea to let Ding Xie bring him to the ghost land.

Thinking of Ding Xie, Tu Shanjun stood there for a long time and sighed quietly.

I disliked him for talking too much when he was alive, but he became silent after his death.

For three years, there was no one to talk to.

The wind and sand are slightly heavy and a bit confusing.

…

"How about doing something big if you feel like it?"

"As long as you use the soul flag, I guarantee that this place will be in trouble, and not a single ghost will be able to escape."

Hearing Tu Shanjun's message, Juefa couldn't laugh or cry.

Gang hurriedly apologized: "Senior, please don't play tricks on the young monk. The young monk does not doubt the strength of the senior, but he interferes too much."

"The ghost city here belongs to Dahei Mountain. Dahei Mountain has a ghost king at the master level. Dahei Mountain also has many allies, which are not easy to provoke."

Tu Shanjun curled his lips. Once there are too many demons and ghosts, they will collude with each other to form a force.

Pick one out at random, like a sweet potato dug out of the ground, and it will slide away.

But Tu Shanjun is not afraid of the so-called master ghost king.

When it comes to the realm of the master, there are four in the flag.

Whether the Black Mountain Ghost King can be the opponent of the three-body demon ghost is a question.

Of course, Hu Chui is very grand, but it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. Without the support of magic power, it is all empty.

Moreover, Juefa will not use his magic power to activate the magic weapon of the Zunhun Banner.

Using demons to control demons is not what righteous Buddhism does.

How could he use this magic weapon to kill people if he strictly abides by the rules and regulations?

…

"Deep Epiphyllum."

Tushanjun's eyes lit up.

He had studied elixirs to dilute the Yingyue Golden Elixir, but unfortunately the potency of Bishuihua was limited and could not be further diluted.

The Yin Yue golden elixir liquid supplies the Yin ghosts within the banner, and even the Yin spirits building the foundation cannot withstand the power of such medicine.

After they were blown into ashes, Tushanjun had to spend the Yinhun Dan to help them condense their bodies again.

"Juefa, buy the nine-petal elixir that is black and a little white. When you leave the market, I will return the spirit stone to you."

Juefa thought that it would be okay to buy it, so he walked to the stall and asked, "I wonder how much this elixir costs?"

The figure raised its head, revealing a fox mask.

It's just that the antlers raised up high don't look like a fox monster at all.

"Fellow Taoist has good eyesight. This Nether Epiphyllum is two thousand years old and has powerful medicinal power. If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to buy a pill that could break through the bottleneck, I wouldn't be willing to sell it."

"Fellow Taoist, you can take it if you bid two thousand low-grade spiritual stones."

The deer demon said sincerely, but found that the customer who asked for the price was standing there.

It was as if there were roots under his feet, and he didn't speak or move.

"Do you have any concerns, fellow Taoist?"

The deer demon looked at the man and said as if he had suffered a big loss: "In this way, the cheapest is only one thousand seventeen. This price has reached the bottom. No two-thousand-year-old elixir can have this price."

Tushanjun was also a little surprised and looked away.

Under the mask, Monk Juefa's face turned red.

The hand hidden in the sleeve robe didn't know when it pinched the old-looking talisman. His spiritual consciousness was deeply hidden, but he scanned the talisman in his hand over and over again.

It's all a scene of embarrassment unknown to outsiders.

Tushanjun suddenly understood.

He used the magic power of Jue Fa to take out the holding talisman that stored the spirit stones, and stuffed the holding talisman over it.

There is another one, which has been changed and distributed.