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There are two foundation-building Yin gods and hundreds of advanced ghost soldiers.

There is also a fragment of a magical weapon that is full of evil energy and belongs to the Shinto.

He stretched out his hand to take the fragment, and the fragment flew into Tushanjun's sea of ​​consciousness and merged with the incomplete City God's Seal.

The brilliance was great, but it was not a sacred light. Instead, it was a dark light, with gray mist turning into water.

The originally light yellow City God's seal suddenly turned into pitch black, and even the four characters under the seal turned into scarlet. Dark brown twisted water flowed out from the small seal and covered Tushanjun's body. The water flow was painted into incomprehensible symbols and characters.

Tu Shanjun stirred up the soul flag and extracted all the incense evil inside.

The black color of the small seal faded away, returned to the clear and bright state, and turned into the city god's seal lingering in the clear spirit.

And because of the addition of this small fragment, the seal is also completed a little bit.

Playing with the seal, Tushanjun murmured: "The Shinto magic weapon is really weird."

At the moment when the Shinto magic weapon merges.

A roaring roar came from the depths of the great Black Mountain, resounding throughout the Black Mountain world.

"who is it?!"

"How brave."

"How dare you steal my power!!!"

Dahei Mountain was shaking endlessly, and the demons and monsters surrounding Dahei Mountain were frightened. They didn't know why the Lord of Dahei Mountain was so furious.

The sky was overcast with thunderous clouds, and the illuminated city under the cumulus seemed to be still.

The noise stopped, and the demons and monsters knelt down and trembled.

"Who is under the jurisdiction of Hugushanfang City? Come and see me quickly."

…

I know that I can't persuade Tushanjun.

I thought Tu Shanjun himself had already consumed enough mana by stepping out of the soul flag. At that time, 70% of his mana had been consumed.

However, seeing part of the power of the soul flag today, Jue Fa understood that supporting Yin Shen to get out of the soul flag was one, and furthermore, mana was needed to support them in fighting.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the remaining 20% ​​of his mana had been exhausted, so he had to sit cross-legged to recover his mana.

And since he held the soul flag, he had no resistance at all in the fight for mana.

After taking a pill that restored his magic power, Juefa couldn't help but think: 'This is really evil, completely different from what I usually know. ’

What he practices is still the technique that is known for its strong magic power.

Even if Tu Shanjun can take action, Juefa's current state is still a dead end against Master Jindan.

"Amitabha."

Juefa closed his eyes and formed the White Bone View in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The flesh and blood on the body of the Foundation-Building Yin God has subsided, leaving only a white-bone Yin God sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform of the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness, opening his mouth to chant sutras. White flowing light covers Ying Juefa's body. The flesh and blood on his body seems to become more crystal clear, and the bones inside are faintly visible. elephant.

Tu Shanjun inside the banner couldn't help but stare at the past and exclaimed: "What a White Bone Temple."

The sea of ​​​​dharma in the dantian of Jufa is like a flat lake, reflecting the appearance of the white bones and ghosts.

This was the first time that Tu Shanjun had seen the inner contemplation of the movement of Dharma, and it was truly a grand event.

White-bone Yin God, pure glass body.

If there is anything missing, it should be a bone relic that is enough to ask questions.

"Senior, don't say it's a joke. Let the soul flag contain the ghosts and ghosts, and the young monk will suddenly have evil thoughts."

"If it weren't for the powerful foundation of the White Bone Bodhisattva Contemplation, I'm afraid today would be the day when the young monk died." Juefa stood up and patted the dirt on his buttocks. The anger in his eyes disappeared, leaving only clarity.

"How can the monk agree if I force myself to do something?"

Juefa explained: "Amitabha. The heart and mind are the same, so why do we need to practice it physically."

What the monk said is very simple, but you need to make a choice when you are about to die.

The White Bone Temple is indeed as powerful as Jue Fa said. However, there are countless techniques in the world, and they are all considered profound when it comes to their foundation.

It was obvious that he had cultivated some of his true meaning on his own.

The demon ghost trapped by the beads was so frightened that he thought someone came to save his life. Who would have thought that the ghost in the city would instantly become a dead soul under the sword of the white-haired Yin God, and then the Yin God in Foundation Establishment would work together to kill Fang Shi. The temple at the end of the city was blown up.

In just a quarter of an hour, there were great joys and sorrows, great ups and downs.

The mandrill's face was ashen, showing its original shape and waiting for death.

The Fang Mountain Ghost had long forgotten to struggle, and did not even dare to think of resistance.

Seeing the monk liberate the demons and ghosts around him one by one, the ghost on Mount Ji trembled and said, "You... who are you?"

"Little monk, White Bone Temple, enlightenment."

"The donor's desires were so strong that he caused the disaster of death and suffered the suffering of reincarnation. I hope the donor will do more good deeds in the world of mortals and be liberated as soon as possible."

"All sentient beings who have not yet been liberated..."

At the end of the salvation scripture, Juefa had four more black-gray stone fruits in his hand, among which the one transformed by the Ji-Building Mountain Ghost was much larger than the other stone fruits.

The white bone Buddha beads hung down from the tiger's mouth of the palm, and only one voice was heard: "Amitabha."

…

The snow is flying and goose feathers are falling.

Heaven and earth seemed to merge and merge at this moment, and the vast distance became one color.

The inn in the town is not big, and when there is heavy snowfall, the mountains are closed, and the roads are blocked, so those who are wanderers, businessmen, or travelers are trapped here.

People are talking loudly all over the world, and it sounds noisy but also lively.

In the courtyard, human footprints and horse hoof prints are intertwined, and a large number of spears and weapons stand aside.

The seven or eight big men leaning on the doors and windows winked at each other, their eyes drifting back and forth as they drank.

"Brother, are you an officer?" the man approaching with lowered eyes whispered.

"I can see it, but why did the officers and soldiers pass by here? They look like defeated deserters."

"Brother, wait a moment and check on me."

The man with lowered eyes suddenly raised his voice, stood up, and put half of his legs on the stool.

He spoke loudly: "Hey, I heard that the army in the North was defeated again."

The man in a dirty coat next to him took over the conversation: "Didn't I say that the front line has collapsed, and even the supplementary troops have been scattered by the rogue bandits? If you ask me, the officers and soldiers are also useless."

"Bang!"

The desk table not far away suddenly fell.

One of the men, who was wearing half armor and having tea, snorted coldly: "You know nothing. The 16th Route of Beidi rebelled against thieves, and there were countless monsters along the way. If you go, your balls will shrink."

"Why are you talking? Are you trying to cause trouble?"

"Who knows who is looking for trouble? No matter how bad I am, I am still a good boy, better than you scoundrels."

"Copy guy!"

Both parties stood up immediately.

The seven or eight big men leaning against the window picked up a stool. Although there were only five officers and soldiers opposite them, they all held down the long swords at their waists.

The originally bustling inn suddenly became quiet. It was full of theatergoers, but no one came out to stop the fight.

The waiter hurriedly got into the back hall, holding on to the heavy door curtain made from an old quilt.

When the situation is tense.

The concierge was suddenly pushed open.

The strong wind brought frost and snow in, and the cold breath clashed with the heat in the inn, making people shiver.

The snow on the eaves seemed to be shaking, and it was swaying along the tiles.

The monk patted the snowflakes on his shoulders, scraped off the mud on his shoes, and then stepped into the inn.

Following closely behind was a Taoist priest wearing black robes.

There is no doubt that both monks and monks are handsome people.

The most peculiar thing was the Taoist's red hair, which was randomly tied into a bun with a hosta. At first glance, it was just amazing, but after staring for a long time, it felt strangely scarlet.

Monk in gray robe, Taoist in black robe.

In fact, everyone in the inn was surprised for a long time, and even stared at it.

Even the originally tense atmosphere was completely eliminated by the appearance of these two people.

These two people were Juefa and Tushanjun who left Hugushanfang City.

Of course, this is not the real body of Tushanjun walking. He used magic to bring the face of the Foundation-Building Yin God closer to him, painted long red hair, and then used his spiritual consciousness to drive it, so that it would not consume too much mana.

I found an empty table and sat down.

Juefa greeted: "Shopkeeper, a cup of tea and a pot of wine."

The old man behind the counter came over in a hurry.

The Taoist's nose twitched slightly and he said: "Bring up the meat dishes that have been stewed in your kitchen. Don't lie to me. I can already smell them."

The shopkeeper, the old man, was stunned for a moment but then responded: "Eh."

Sui Er.

The teapot and wine flask are brought.

Then the meat dishes were served one after another.

Liver, tendons, pig's knuckles... and a huge pig's head.

It's really fragrant and makes people salivate.

As soon as it was full, there were countless swallowing sounds on the first floor of the inn, and the eyes that were originally curious about the monks also shifted to the meat dishes.

"Our restaurant's signature 'whole pig feast' is here for the Taoist priest."

The old man in charge of the shop said with a smile: "If you have any other requests, Taoist priest, you can give them later."

Tu Shanjun waved his hand and picked up his chopsticks. He looked at Juefa, stretched out his chopsticks and said, "Together?"

"Amitabha. Shopkeeper, please add a bowl of plain noodles."

Smiling, Tushanjun stopped being modest and poured himself a glass of wine.

Only then did you start enjoying the delicious food.

After so many years, he has almost forgotten the taste of real food, and he never thought that this inn could make it.

I still remember the last time, Tu Shanjun recalled that he used the body of a pig-shaped dragon and ate bear paws.

When he was about to finish the drink, he frowned and said, "It doesn't taste good."

For Tushanjun, wine in this world can be divided into two types: those with flavor and those without flavor.

This is too high a rating to say it doesn't taste good.

I don’t know what kind of talent can make the spirit wine so unpleasant to drink, it is only slightly stronger than sour water.

…

"Bah!"

"Old man, why don't you bring that good thing up to us?"

"That Taoist's food is exactly the same as ours."

The seven or eight big men leaning against the window immediately became angry and clamored for the exact same food.

The old man hurriedly handed over his hands to apologize, and then said: "Please calm down your anger objectively. I am not stingy. In fact, this dish is not easy to make, so the price is very expensive. I am also considerate..."

"Expensive? What does it mean to be a poor man?"

"I have a lot of money, so I'm going to have this whole pig feast today."

"superior!"

"okay."

"Since you all don't care, I won't kick the guests out. Please wait a moment, and I will urge the chef to serve another portion." The old man in charge of the shop handed over his hands and left with a smile.

The man who looked like an army officer was also a little moved, his eyes flickered and he licked his lips: "Team commander?"

The soldier known as the corps commander was silent for a moment, but he still shook his head and said: "We don't have enough money, so we have to save money, otherwise we won't be able to get home."

"We have to go home."

"go home."

Everyone's eyes became firm and they stopped being restless. They just quietly gnawed the pancakes in their hands.

There were only two dishes in front of the five people, and they were all vegetarian and not at all meaty.

…

When Tu Shanjun was thinking about whether he was looking for a store, a shadow stood next to him.

Chuoyue's figure could barely block the firelight of the clay stove.

The woman wearing a snow coat was not too old, and she was sitting next to Tushanjun as if she was squeezing.

Ruyu's arm rested on her chin, her eyes staring at the profile of the black-robed Taoist.

"Girl, do I know you?"

The Taoist priest in black robe and red hair looked at the woman and raised a rare question.

The woman has a beautiful appearance, and her cold face is very delicate. He also had a good figure, but it never appeared in his mind.

Since entering Taoism, Tu Shanjun has seen many female fairies and ghosts, but there are too few that left an impression on him.

Tu Shanjun also knows that love is the most difficult thing in the world, so he stays away from her as soon as possible, and it is even less likely that he will owe anyone a romantic debt.

The woman shook her head and said, "I know you. There are several new graves in Xiahan Village. I have seen them before."

"well."

The Taoist sighed. It turned out that he was in trouble for helping someone collect the corpse.

"Why don't you ask him?"

As he said that, the Taoist looked at the monk on the other side of the table who was chewing noodles.

The woman took out a small jar filled with earthy aroma and placed it in front of the Taoist. She opened her red lips and said, "Monks don't drink alcohol."