"The one who did the eucalyptus is a fourth-level ghost? Is there more than one ghost?"
Monk Fayuan entertained Lu Changkong and his entourage in the main hall of the city. After hearing the shocking news, he exchanged a look with Qin Pei, another monk guarding Duxian City, and was quite shocked. He actually didn't notice any trace of the ghost.
With the law of cause and effect he mastered, how could he not discover a fourth-level ghost appearing in the Duxian Islands to cause trouble?
In the past, he would work with Bai Lichun and others every three to five years to calculate whether there were any hidden dangers in the Duxian Islands.
Observe the luck and take precautions before they happen. In recent years, after the war with Nanyuan Continent was stopped and the three continents formed an alliance, the precautions against the Duxian Islands have been relaxed, because the Duxian Islands can no longer make waves.
He Qiyuan added hurriedly: "That ghost is quite capable of concealing secrets. Even if He found the whereabouts of Taoist Bao by other means, he still couldn't figure out the ghost's whereabouts in person."
Hearing what the hexagram master said, Monk Fayuan quickly made a decision and said: "I agree with you to jointly capture the ghosts, but only a few of them. Don't make a big move and send more monks from the vast continent. Poor monk This will send a message to Feijian in the Eastern Continent. Tomorrow we can send five colleagues to investigate and try to rectify the ghost as soon as possible to prevent it from harming the world."
Due to circumstances and reasons, he could not prevent the vast continent's manpower from participating, so he imposed some conditions and restrictions.
Lu Changkong smiled and held up his hands: "Thank you Master Fayuan and Fellow Daoist Qin for being so accommodating. I hope that if you capture a ghost, you can allow our people to observe and participate in the interrogation. There are some doubts that we want to clarify, which can be regarded as an explanation for the fallen Fellow Daoist Mu Yunjian." "
"Of course, I'm worried that I won't be able to capture that ghost alive."
Monk Fayuan was a little unoptimistic in his heart. The ghost that could hide the secret was not easy to catch.
Seeing that the conversation had come to an end, Monk Yuanji put his hands together and saluted, and asked: "Master Fayuan, the young monk would like to ask Taoist Zhang from Xianling Temple for some advice. I wonder if Taoist Zhang is still in the Duxian Islands?"
Monk Fayuan put his hands together and returned the gift, and said truthfully: "This morning, Guanzhu Zhang arrived at Duxian Island and came to Duxian City as a guest. He talked with the old monk and Taoist Qin for a long time. In the afternoon, he went out of the city to visit the underworld. Guanzhu Zhang said that from now on If anyone passes by the Duxian Islands and wants to compete, feel free to go to him, but there is one thing, life and death are at your own risk, and if you don’t have any ability, don’t look for trouble.”
It is true that he has a friendship with the magic weapon monk, but he has been very annoyed over the years and does not want to stop it anymore.
Even if Yuanji is the disciple of the magic weapon monk, Yuanji can't help but break his head and bleed.
He knew what Zhang Guanzhu was capable of. He was superb in swordsmanship and was good at using many magical powers and secret arts. Mu Yunjian, who was extremely arrogant, was unable to defeat even two moves and was seriously injured, which gave the ghost an opportunity to take advantage of him.
Monk Yuanji was unmoved and said with a smile, "I want to visit Taoist Zhang tomorrow."
Lu Changkong followed: "I've heard about Master Zhang for a long time. Now that Master Zhang has arrived at Duxian Island, I should also pay a visit to see Master Zhang. My brother had high regard for Master Zhang in his early years."
Monk Fayuan looked at Bao Qinghua, who was silent and thinking about something. He saw that the woman was in a bad state and had a mental problem, and said, "Fellow Taoist Bao has just escaped from danger, why not stay in the city to rest?"
Bao Qinghua suddenly came back to her senses, forced a smile and said: "Thank you, Master, for reminding me. I have already seen Zhang Guanzhu's ability, so I won't join in the fun and rest in the city for a while."
Mu Yunyuan and He Qiyuan both said they would not go, and they could stay and take care of Bao Qinghua.
Monk Fayuan discussed a few words with Qin Pei. Tomorrow, Qin Pei will accompany his guests to visit Zhang Guanzhu in the wild. This can be regarded as a witness to the discussion between the two parties. Of course, it also has a deeper meaning, so that Zhang Guanzhu will not be isolated and helpless.
A night of silence.
The next morning, Zhang Wenfeng was walking in the mountains and fields looking for a place of evil when he suddenly raised his head and looked east.
Seeing a group of people flying in, with Qin Pei leading the way, he waited where he was.
Qin Pei introduced the two parties and exchanged a few polite words.
Monk Yuanji clasped his hands together and said, "Back then, the young monk was ordered by his master to give fellow Taoist Master Shui a cub of a Thunder Beast. He once had a few tricks with fellow Taoist Water Master. Today, I am lucky enough to meet Taoist Zhang. The young monk is so cheeky that I would like to ask Taoist Zhang for advice on some tricks." "
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said: "Zhang heard from his disciple that your secular name is Xiahoujie?"
"Yes. Later, the young monk was accepted by his master and was given the title of Yuanji."
Monk Yuanji replied respectfully.
Zhang Wenfeng nodded and said: "Since we are the disciples of an old friend, Zhang asked the master to give me three moves." He then looked at Lu Changkong and the middle-aged Taoist priest and asked, "Are you two willing to compete with Zhang on some moves?"
Lu Changkong felt a sudden shock in his heart. The gentle-looking Taoist priest in front of him gave him a very dangerous instinct, and he hurriedly said: "I often hear my brother Lu Changkong mention the Taoist priest. Changkong does not dare to be presumptuous. He can observe the Taoist priest's magical skills from the sidelines and learn from them." A little bit will be of endless use in the future.”
The middle-aged Taoist priest also quickly said that he only watched the battle but did not participate in the discussion. He did not want to put himself in danger for a powerful guy who could seriously injure Mu Yunjian with two moves in the competition.
Zhang Wenfeng asked with a smile: "My Taoist friend Changyuan has already advanced to the fifth level, right?"
Lu Changkong raised his hands and said, "My brother successfully broke through and advanced to the fifth level ten years ago. Thank you, Taoist Zhang, for remembering me."
After standing outside and chatting for a while, Zhang Wenfeng extended his hand to the waiting monk Yuanji, and everyone flew into the air. The two people who were sparring were three miles apart. Monk Yuanji saluted and took the lead to rush towards the opposite side.
Zhang Wenfeng held his sword far away and pointed at Yuan Jie, who was charging wildly with his fists in front of him. He would not show mercy just because of the magic weapon monk. To deal with the powerful warrior, he gathered his momentum and remained motionless. His whole figure was like a cold stone statue, bronze. There is a bright color condensing on the tip of the sword.
Sparring with others was a good time to try out some of his new ideas on swordsmanship.
Still a few miles away, Monk Yuanji opened his fists, and was about to use the "Vajra Outer Binding Seal" move to test the opponent's moves, when he saw Zhang Guanzhu suddenly stabbing forward with his sword, and the sword light pierced the air. The speed is not too fast. It pulls the spiritual energy of heaven and earth along the way. The air twists and vibrates slightly, and it comes with great momentum.
He blasted the unformed sword light with both fists first, unable to let the opponent accumulate strength.
However, when the attack was launched, Monk Yuanji felt something in his mind. He suddenly activated the Body Protector to the maximum, and golden light flowed all over his body, like a man made of gold.
"Bang", an invisible sword blade as thick as a finger pierced the front of his forehead, appeared in the golden light, and exploded with a loud bang, knocking Monk Yuanji off his feet and staggering back. Stars appeared in front of his eyes, and his soul was shaking endlessly.
Monk Yuanji knew something was wrong, so he quickly retracted his fists and defended himself, trying his best to stabilize the opponent's soul that had been hurt by some unknown means. A sword light roared from the side, and the attack was as turbulent as a tidal wave, and there was no room for it. He ducked and dodged, and had to catch it hard.
Monk Yuanji, who had lost all his chances, shouted loudly. His fists formed the Vajra Fist Seal and the Inner Binding Seal. He used one attack and one defense to try to neutralize the opponent's approaching sword.
He just wanted to survive three attacks and escape, already knowing that he had no chance of winning.
The opponent's speed is too fast, and his swordsmanship is weird but upright.
The King Kong body he relied on faced Daozhang Zhang's magnificent offensive. He felt that it was not very safe, and it seemed that he would be injured if he couldn't stop it.
The golden fist shadow was divided into five layers, overlapping into a mountain shape. There was a loud "bang" sound and collided with the surging sword light.
Monk Yuanji felt severe pain in his left shoulder. He rolled involuntarily and fell a hundred feet, breaking dozens of trees before he could regain his balance. Half of his body was covered in blood, and he was completely defeated.
What confused Monk Yuanji was that he was hit by the third sword for some reason. It was so weird. He knew that Zhang Daozhang had shown mercy. If the sword had been three inches lower, it would not have pierced his shoulder and broken his Vajra. The body is so simple.
After losing only three moves, he was convinced of his defeat.
Zhang Wenfeng had already sheathed his sword and said apologetically: "Zhang couldn't stop it in time during the sparring. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Monk Yuanji clasped his hands together and said, "Yuanji has been taught. Thank you very much, Taoist Zhang, for your guidance."
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(Happy New Year's Day! I wish everyone a new year, good health, and all the best)
