Yuan Huazi spoke carelessly, and raised his eyes to glance at the delicacies of the Immortal Banquet on the chessboard, and his wrinkled face became even older.
"This little disciple is unscrupulous. He stole the property in the temple last night and has disappeared without a trace."
The ethereal voice sounded again, not paying attention to the old Taoist priest's indifferent attitude.
"If the real person doesn't want to mention it, then forget it."
Suddenly there was the sound of armor clashing and weapons clashing at the door, as if soldiers and horses were flying away in the clouds faster than a whirlwind.
Yuan Huazi was silent, bowing his head and reciting the Taoist scripture "Northern Heavenly Lord's Precious Repentance", as if he wanted to atone for the evil disasters and sufferings in the world word for word.
"The second thing I came to take away is on your person right now."
Yuan Huazi whispered: "May your master speak clearly."
The ethereal voice said uncertainly: "My Quanzhen sect has been scattered since the Song and Yuan Dynasties. Qiu Chuji passed away suddenly. Therefore, a green talisman, jade seal script, and Jin Ke Lingwen passed down by this immortal were transferred to the Southern sect, and now they are with you. on the body."
"True seeds or something..."
This time, the old Taoist priest slowly laughed, his slightly bowed body trembling slightly, as if he heard something funny.
"Why are real people laughing? Is there something wrong with what I said?"
Yuan Huazi was still smiling, which perfectly complemented the crowd of paper-making gods and painted fairies, creating a scene where the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves.
"Although your master's banquet of immortals in the world is good, the banquet of ascending immortals in Wuyi Mountain is very mysterious. In front of it is the meeting of Queen Mother of the West in Yaochi, and in the back is the hall of Wuyi Lord Peng Zutong Immortals. As a heavenly immortal, why should you seek these things? Something unconventional."
"It has been thousands and six hundred years since the longevity palace incense of the Han Yuan Dynasty and the Taishang Bu Xinglu were scattered. The calamity is over and it is time to return to the immortal world..."
The ethereal and insubstantial voice became more and more disappointed, and seemed to have gradually lost patience. The sound of swords and soldiers fighting outside the door was suddenly fierce, and the roar of men and horses threatened to tear through the night, as if thousands of troops were gathering here.
Accompanied by strong winds and rumbling thunder, the cave in the middle of the Manting Peak has been surrounded from the air, and they may enter the Han sacrificial pavilion at any time.
The old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the ground with a smile.
But as the lights flickered and the candlelight dimmed, the fire in the cave suddenly turned into phosphor green, making the whole room miserable.
The full audience of Tianguan Xingjun and Golden Boy Fairy suddenly frowned under the green flames. The oil paint on their bodies was so bright and full that it almost overflowed. In the blink of an eye, it turned into an extremely dark blood color. With stiff movements, they slowly and slowly Dance and sing funeral songs and dances that are extremely hoarse.
"A mournful song, Maoling Road, the emperor of the Han Dynasty was buried in the autumn wind..."
What’s even more shocking is that at this time, the words "Han Si" on the chessboard stone suddenly started to flow with blood, and the swords and swords were bursting and the wind was miserable, just like the blood-filled ditches in Chang'an City in July of the second year of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty...
"Since the real person insists on having his own way, we have to temporarily take him to the Arctic Exorcism Institute for torture, and then let him go!"
The strong wind poured into the cave again. This time it was a team composed of eight generals and a gourd boy. Their faces and bodies were bloated and pale, as if they had been dead for a long time, bringing with it bursts of fishy wind.
General Yao on the left has a red face and wears a red half-shirt with his right shoulder exposed. General Suo on the right has a green face and wears a green half-shirt with his left shoulder exposed. The eight generals all wear official hats and have fangs on their faces. The masked-faced boy holding a gourd in front of him stuck out his tongue, led the way in white crane feathers, and jumped stiffly into the cave.
The rock chamber instantly turned into a ghost realm, surrounded by evil soldiers and ghosts. Ordinary people would have lost their minds and knelt down to beg for mercy. Even a wise man like Yuan Huazi could only close his eyes and chant sutras endlessly. , putting life and death aside.
But at this moment, a sword suddenly flew in from outside the cave and penetrated deeply into the stone wall inside the cave. It shocked the room full of paper gods, corpses, ghosts, soldiers and horses, and fell down one after another as they struggled to deal with it.
Then a loud voice sounded...
"I, Jiang, am not present at the world's immortal banquet. I think it's not worthy of the name, right?!"
"Jiang Wen?! How can you live..."
Yuan Huazi screamed with his eyes closed.
Jiang Wen walked into the house with his face covered, glanced at the various monsters and monsters, and sat down unceremoniously in the colorful red gauze, facing Yuan Huazi.
He first glanced at the jade cup and gold plate on the table, smiled and praised it sincerely.
"Dragon liver and phoenix brain, it turns out to be the liver of the Malay alligator and the brain of the red-feathered bird of paradise - you are really extraordinary. Even before coming here, I had only seen it on TV, let alone eaten it. Get over this stuff..."
Later, Jiang Wen picked up a pair of ivory chopsticks, fiddled with the ingredients on the plate, and casually revealed the origin of the dishes.
"And this green lump is Yunmen Mountain green mud...mashed potatoes mixed with seaweed? It tastes good."
"There are also Taiwanese green dates that are improved from Indian dates? Did this appear a little too early, or have you already been to Taiwan..."
Jiang Wen tasted it twice without politeness, pointed and commented.
The ethereal voice suddenly sounded again, carrying a majestic sound that seemed to come down from the sky, causing everyone to bow their heads.
"The rude person dares to break into the Immortal Banquet without permission."
But Jiang Wen also slapped the table, which shook the chessboard with cups and plates in a mess, and the sound was like thunder.
"Where did you come from, the Yin Shen Wandering Ghost, how dare you impersonate Emperor Donghua without permission!"
Jiang Wen's voice was even more passionate than the voices outside, showing anger, "Since you say you are the Emperor of Donghua, then you are reincarnated as Lu Dongbin? I would like to compete with you in swordsmanship today! See if you are as good as Legend has it that you can take a person’s head with a flying sword!”
As soon as these words came out, everything inside and outside the cave became quiet, except for the dust stirred up by the buzzing sound.
"Nonsense! Ignorant!"
It was Yuan Huazi who spoke out with hatred. The old man closed his eyes and his hair and beard were flaring, "The reincarnation of Lu Zu, the first ancestor of Donghua, is just the nonsense of a novelist! Quanzhen has never said such a thing!"
Jiang Wen, who was suddenly criticized by his teammates, looked embarrassed and quickly whispered, "Master, please save some face for me. I worked hard to save you."
Yuan Huazi then closed his eyes and said nothing.
"Last time I was at Sanliting, I had already fought against your sect's men. Could it be that you didn't know about it? Why do you need to use these methods to deceive the foolish men and women in the countryside again and make others laugh?"
Although Jiang Wen was speaking arrogantly at this moment, the bronze sword had already left his hand, and he was sitting defenseless in the ghost realm talking. Eight zombie-like generals with shackles were approaching with weapons in hand, surrounding him.
Jiang Wen sniffed the wine in the glass. It was bland and tasteless, and he poured it on the ground without any fear on his face.
Emperor Donghua? A fairy banquet at night?
joke.
From this illusion technique of cutting paper into soldiers, splitting light into shadows, transmitting sounds from the sky, and picking up objects from the air, Jiang Wen could guess that the White Lotus Sect was causing trouble again.
Before entering, Jiang Wen also noticed that the cave was slowly being filled with hallucinogenic poisonous smoke. With layers of in-depth and manipulative words and sound and light suggestions, even a wise man like Yuan Huazi could Hallucinations will also slowly appear, tricking the other party.
Jiang Wen frowned, glanced at the eight shackles approaching, took out a rusty hatchet from his waist, and slammed it on the table.
"Since your Excellency refuses to show up, let's try my sword-killing method first..."
