Longhu Mountain, a lakeside.
The old master wore a straw hat and fished with a straight hook. The fish basket was empty. Obviously, the result of imitating Jiang Taigong in fishing was not ideal.
But he was not anxious at all, and was still fishing quietly, his snow-white beard fluttering gently in the wind.
Ever since Zhang Qianyang succeeded him as the eighth generation Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, the old Celestial Master gradually took off all his affairs, playing chess and fishing every day, or planting flowers in front of his wife's tomb.
Occasionally when the interest rises, I will teach the younger generation disciples, but unfortunately, among the tenth generation disciples, there are no good seedlings.
Having taught disciples like Li Daoxuan and Taizhen, and looking at these disciples who had to learn even a single holding talisman for several months, the old master just felt overwhelmed.
"Except for Taichong Taizhen and Taiwei among the ninth generation disciples, there are almost no malleable talents among the tenth generation disciples. Alas, could it be that my luck in Longhu Mountain is too strong, and the yang pole generates yin?"
The old Heavenly Master thought in his mind. He heard that Taichong had accepted a disciple in Chang'an. She was Princess Changle, the eldest daughter of the current emperor. He didn't know what her qualifications were.
The other thing is the child in Ning Yan's belly. As the only child of Zhang Tianshi's lineage, the old Tianshi has high hopes for it.
He has even thought up a training plan to teach his grandson. In addition to himself and Qian Yang, that boy Li Daoxuan must also teach him some real skills. As a senior brother and a great monk in the Yangshen realm, he has to Take care of your little junior brother.
In the future, if my grandson can learn half of Tai Chong's skills, it will be enough to support the appearance of Longhu Mountain.
The fishing line sank.
Under the water, a big golden carp was cautiously approaching the hook, as if curious and wanted to test it.
The old master's eyes moved and he smiled slightly. Finally, a fish was willing to take the bait.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Old man!"
The energy of Tiangang condenses and turns into a figure, wearing a fairy cave robe, painted with patterns such as Yuluo Xiaotai, sun, moon and stars, Bagua, pagodas, dragons and phoenixes, cranes, etc., wearing a Tianshi crown on the head, and a Yang Pingzhi Du Gong seal hanging on the waist. , his face is clear and strong, and his natural and unrestrained appearance is full of the majesty of the heavenly master.
The eighth generation Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Qianyang!
"Fu Fengjiao, you are sick, the fish are scared away by you!"
Master Tian was furious. The big carp that was about to take the bait was frightened away by this unfilial son. He pulled out the fishing rod with a sullen face. If there was no reasonable explanation today, he would have to give it a few hard blows!
The corner of Zhang Qianyang's mouth twitched. He had been slapped so many times since he was a child. How could he not know what the old man was thinking? He quickly raised the letter in his hand and shouted: "Daoxuan has written to us!"
The old Heavenly Master's eyes flashed with joy, but he snorted coldly: "That brat, you have been out for so long, you know you know how to write a letter and come back."
As soon as he stretched out his hand, the letter automatically floated to his hand.
At first, the old Heavenly Master's expression was relatively casual, but gradually he became serious. Finally, invisible air surged, making the surrounding vegetation rustle, and the fallen leaves fluttered, surrounding the two of them like a tornado.
Wow!
The straw hat on the old Heavenly Master's head turned into powder, his silver hair danced wildly, and his deep eyes contained astonishing murderous intent.
Boom!
Thunder breaks out in the clear sky, purple lightning shines brightly on the sun, and the sound shakes the mountains!
If you nourish your heart for a period of time, you can close the mountain for sixty years.
Since the death of his wife, he has never had such a surging murderous intention. It is truly shocking and frightens all ghosts and gods!
Zhang Qianyang was not surprised by this. In fact, he now wanted to pull out the Taiyi Thunderwood Sword immediately and run to Luoyang to avenge his mother.
"Old man, Moro has taken over Sanle's body. If he were to come to this world, it would probably be a catastrophe!"
"Sanle sealed the demon with his body and finally got the chance to kill Moro. We must not miss it!"
Zhang Qianyang said with some excitement.
The old Heavenly Master glanced at him, calmed down his aura and murderous intent, and his floating Bagua Taoist robe gradually calmed down.
"It's not us, it's me."
Zhang Qianyang was stunned for a moment and was about to speak but was interrupted by the Heavenly Master.
"There must always be someone in charge in Longhu Mountain, and Ning Yan is still pregnant. At this time, as a husband, you should not take risks."
Zhang Qianyang said angrily: "Old man, Daoxuan is already in the Yang Shen realm, plus you, me and the Empress in Tsing Yi, no matter how powerful Moro is, what danger can he face?"
The old Heavenly Master looked at him coldly and said, "You have never fought against Moro head-on, so you don't know how scary he is."
Recalling what happened in the dream, he sighed and said: "Moluo is the most terrifying enemy I have ever seen, not to mention that he also obtained the body of Maitreya Buddha. Once he is gone, he will either disappear into ashes or die. We will die as martyrs."
After a pause, he said word by word: "Longhu Mountain cannot live without a Heavenly Master."
Zhang Qianyang said anxiously: "Dao Xuan is my apprentice. If something happens to him, how could I, the master, stand by and watch? If it weren't for Dao Xuan, I, Zhang Qianyang, would be waiting to die in a coffin that I don't know yet!"
"Fu Fengjiao, don't forget your identity."
The old Heavenly Master looked at him deeply and stepped forward to help him straighten the Heavenly Master's crown.
"You are not only the master of Taichong, but also the master of thousands of disciples in Longhu Mountain. I am enough for Luoyang's affairs."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and heard a clang of swords in Longhu Mountain. A sword light penetrated the clouds and sky, accompanied by the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring, piercing the sky and arriving at the hands of the Heavenly Master.
The sword looks like raw copper, with a five-jointed hilt. The scabbard is faintly engraved with secret runes and the sun, moon and stars. The sword weighs eighty-one taels, symbolizing the eighty-one transformation of the Supreme Lord.
Three or five evil-killing male and female swords!
The old Heavenly Master held the Taoist Divine Sword in his hand, patted his son on the shoulder, and showed a smile.
"Don't worry, your father is just old, not dead."
Zhang Qianyang's eyes turned slightly red as he looked at his father's confident, heroic and high-spirited back.
The father who single-handedly suppressed the monks in the world and was known as the number one man in the Tao sect seemed to be back again after decades of silence.
…
The old Heavenly Master walked to the bottom of the mountain. He was one hundred and twenty-four years old, but he walked down the mountain as if he were walking on flat ground, like a crane rising into the sky and floating out of the dust.
But not long after walking, he stopped.
Because a group of people wearing black cloaks and ghost-face masks appeared in front of them, with strange auras.
"One, two, three, four...ten."
The old Heavenly Master smiled slightly and said, "You must be from the Moro Sect. Only ten of you have come. You are looking down on the old Taoists."
One of them took a step forward, his voice hoarse.
"The leader had already arrived at Li Daoxuan's meeting to move reinforcements. We are the ten Rakshasa under the leader, all of whom are late-stage cultivation of Yin gods. After the soldiers have solved the Dafa, we will be the ten Yang gods. Even if you are Zhang Zhiyan, you can't even think of leaving alive. !”
"Master Tian, you are already old, so you should go back to your Longhu Mountain and enjoy your old age in peace!"
"Haha, everyone was afraid of you a few decades ago, but now it is no longer your era. The future is destined to belong to our leader and our Moro Cult!"
They are all fanatical believers of Moro, and they are not afraid of death. If Zhang Zhiyan really dares to break through, they will not hesitate to sacrifice their lives to use the art of military solution to temporarily upgrade their cultivation to the early Yangshen stage.
The ten sun gods, as long as Zhang Zhiyan has not overcome the catastrophe and become an immortal, they are confident that they will die together with him!
The old Heavenly Master remained silent, just put his hand on the hilt of the sword, his silver hair fluttering, and the surrounding wind suddenly rose, blowing his Bagua Taoist robes loudly.
"Be careful, that is the most precious treasure of Longhu Mountain, the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Male and Female Sword!"
"Quickly use troops to defeat Dafa!"
The bodies of the ten men in black robes all exploded with blood-red light, and then their auras continued to rise. At the cost of their lives, they forcibly rushed into the Yangshen Realm.
The auras between them were faintly connected, and the blood-colored light gathered together and shot straight into the sky. The passing birds only touched a little and turned into bones in an instant.
Ten Yang gods, this is a terrifying power that is enough to slaughter a city and destroy a country!
The old Heavenly Master shook his head and said: "Forget it, just think of it as a way to stretch your muscles before going to Luoyang."
Whoosh!
The golden light flashed, the world was extremely fast, like a golden lightning that struck into the endless blood light, like a mad dragon crossing the sea, or a roc chasing the sun.
Tiangang's great supernatural power - golden light across the earth!
Before the Ten Rakshasa could react at all, the scabbard had already been swung down and hit one of them on the head.
boom!
A head wearing a grimace mask was shot out like a cannonball, smashing into trees, and finally crashed into a hill with a roar, causing half of the mountain to collapse and fall.
More than a dozen towering trees collapsed, raising a cloud of dust.
The old Heavenly Master shook off the blood stains on the scabbard, looked at the headless corpse lying on the ground and trembled, and said calmly: "Why should I draw the sword to kill you?"
The other nine people looked at each other and could see the horror in each other's eyes.
Kill a Yang God with just one... move?
Although they became Yangshen with the help of Bingjie Dafa, they are still Yangshen!
The Heavenly Master looked at them, and his calm gaze made them feel cold for some reason, and they even had an urge to run away.
"Go together!"
The remaining nine people rushed towards the old master together, forming seals in their hands, preparing to use secret techniques.
The old Heavenly Master's expression did not change, and he no longer used any great magical powers that radiated golden light from the ground. He just walked towards them step by step, like an ordinary old man.
Several spells were thrown at the old Heavenly Master, some were blood mist, some were black lights, some were ghosts, or some were resentful spirits.
The Heavenly Master did not resist, and did not even raise his eyelids.
Roar!
The wind suddenly rose and the sea of clouds rolled.
The phantoms of dragons and tigers suddenly appeared around the old Heavenly Master, roaring in the wind and clouds, and all the spells were ineffective within three feet of him. They were shaken away by the roar of dragons and tigers, and became invisible.
The Heavenly Master has already come to their side.
The scabbard of the sword rose again, and it was as powerful as a mountain avalanche, smashing it down on the head!
boom!
Blood and brains spattered, and the man in black robe's brain collapsed.
Step, step, step, step...
The old Heavenly Master's pace was quite slow, like an old farmer in the field, but it had some kind of wonderful Taoist charm, which was vaguely consistent with some mysterious Yi Li.
Step on the Eight Diagrams with your feet, and fight with your steps on the Gang.
Those men in black robes wanted to distance themselves, but were surprised to find that no matter how they dodge, they would always come back to the old Heavenly Master and bang their heads against the terrifying scabbard.
As if willing to die...
boom! boom! boom! boom……
A series of dull crashing sounds sounded, and every sound sounded, which meant that a Rakshasa in the early stage of Yang Shen had lost his head.
In just three breaths, there were nine bloody corpses on the ground.
The Heavenly Master came to the last person, tapped his finger, and was about to land in front of his head.
"Don't kill me, I was wrong!!!"
The man had been frightened to his core, his eyes were filled with fear, his body was trembling, and he actually chose to surrender.
The old master’s fingers paused slightly.
A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he said: "I was wrong...I am willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light...Don't kill Taoist Master——"
The Heavenly Master flicked lightly, and his fingertips landed on his eyebrows.
boom!
The back of his head suddenly exploded, and blood and brain matter flew out more than ten feet away.
Plop!
His body fell softly, and there was a hint of doubt in his dimming pupils.
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. That is the monk's doctrine. The old Taoist only talks about slaying demons and destroying demons and doing justice for heaven."
The old Heavenly Master stood in a pool of blood on the ground, standing with his sword in hand. His Bagua Taoist robe was clean and simple, not stained with a drop of blood, and was floating slightly in the wind filled with the smell of blood.
He glanced sideways in the southeast direction, then waved his hand and continued walking in the direction of Luoyang. He looked unhappy, but he seemed to shrink into an inch and disappeared in a few breaths.
Only the remains of this place are left.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, I'm afraid no one would believe that these miserable corpses were those of the aloof and arrogant Yang Shen monks.
In the woods to the southeast.
Zhang Qianyang let out a breath and put away the Taiyi Thunderwood Sword in his hand.
As a monk in the middle stage of Yang Shen, he could not hide the fluctuations of the battle here. He had just arrived here and was about to help, but in the blink of an eye, all the so-called ten Rakshasa died.
The ten sun gods are just one person.
The old man is really a treasure that never grows old, and his style remains as good as before!
"Don't worry, your father is just old, not dead."
The old man's words rang in his mind again, giving Zhang Qianyang endless yearning and great confidence.
He smiled slightly, relieved.
Let all the people in the world see the sharpness of the Heavenly Master's Divine Sword once again...
…
Luoyang City, White Horse Temple.
This place has been surrounded by heavy troops and no one is allowed to approach, not even the governor of Luoyang.
There is a very strange house in the temple, which is tightly entangled with ink lines stained with black dog blood. In addition, it is also covered with Taoist talismans to exorcise ghosts and suppress demons. Sanqing bells are hung on the eaves. Occasionally there is a wind. It blows, but it doesn't make any sound.
The 'Buddha Mother' is imprisoned in the room. Her belly is getting bigger and bigger, and the power of the demon fetus is getting stronger and stronger. The weird demonic energy even affects people outside through the room.
As a last resort, Li Daoxuan temporarily restrained him with ink lines, talismans and other objects.
He himself was sitting cross-legged outside the courtyard, meditating.
Twelve thousand acupuncture points all over the body are shining, attracting the essence of the great sun in the sky, refining it into the most refined and pure magic power, improving Taoism.
Looking from a distance, Li Daoxuan's figure seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden light, and even his hair seemed to turn golden.
In addition, the little flower god held his own little honey jar and silently counted the time. Every half an hour, he would feed his father a drop of nectar.
With the assistance of the "Huang Ting Ancient Sutra" and the Little Flower God, Li Daoxuan's cultivation level is improving bravely with every breath, almost ten times that of other Yangshen monks.
Although there is still a long way to go before the middle stage of Yangshen, he is already ahead of many monks in the early stages of Yangshen.
The decisive battle is imminent, and his philosophy is very simple, that is, to improve his cultivation as much as possible!
This time, Moro must be killed!
The Heavenly Master has come down from the mountain to rob you. Please hand over all the tickets in your hands~
In addition, I pay tribute to Under One Person, a great Chinese comic.
(End of chapter)
