A few days later, in Songyun Temple a hundred miles away,
Wang Zhe looked down at his palm, and a blue-purple flame was beating in his palm.
Real fire, Taoist real fire.
The raging wind entered his body, causing unbearable pain and almost destroying his soul. However, it was a blessing in disguise, allowing him to practice the true fire that countless people dream of.
It flew out lightly and landed on a nearby stone pier. The stone pier burned quickly and turned into black ashes in an instant.
Wang Zhe raised his hand and waved, and the real fire dispersed.
"This can be considered an unexpected surprise, but this process is really thrilling!"
Wang Zhe still has lingering fears when he thinks back to how he brought spiritual fire into his body, drove away the wind, and refined his internal organs.
This can be regarded as the most dangerous disaster he has encountered since he embarked on the path of spiritual practice.
In addition, both the wind and the true fire consume a lot of true energy.
After this difficulty, most of his extremely powerful energy, which lasted for more than a hundred years, was consumed. But the remaining ones are indeed becoming more and more pure.
"How did the ape resist such a terrifying thing? Is it possible that there is a special magic weapon, or that he has also practiced real fire?"
Wang Zhe had experienced the terrifying power of this wind, and it also made him a little more fearful of the thong-armed ape.
In such a dangerous environment, he can still make flesh and blood out of his bones. This ability and forbearance are truly remarkable.
I don’t know what kind of trouble this big demon will cause in the future!
He breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up, and with a jolt, some blood-scab-like dirt on his body was scattered and fell off.
I went to a Taoist temple to find a Taoist robe and put it on.
After leaving the Taoist temple, he stopped and turned around to look at the Taoist temple behind him.
Previously in this Taoist temple, Sun Ning'an's use of human blood to make elixirs triggered a series of events. He went to Kuaiji Mansion and beheaded Liu Yufeng, the prefect, and the county magistrate.
Then he recruited monks from Baiqisi, Dali Temple, Qintianjian, and later "Tianfeng Pavilion".
I got some skills, a great magic weapon,
Now, thanks to the spiritual fire in this Taoist temple, he saved his life, practiced real fire, and gained a magical power.
It can be said that the great turmoil all started because of the Taoist temple.
"It seems that I am destined to this Taoist temple."
He stood at the door of the Taoist temple and looked around. In fact, the place where the Taoist temple was located was quite good, with beautiful scenery.
"It's a pity to see it closed and useless. I don't know where those Taoist priests are now. Have they been beheaded in Kuaiji Mansion?"
Those Taoist priests all deserved to die, but why did they end up with such a leader?
It's a pity that a whole school is destroyed because of one person's fault!
After coming down the mountain, his body still ached slightly. He was still a little worried about Guo Beixian, so he stood up and took one step into the air.
That night, he was anxious, but he unintentionally realized the wonderful meaning of "Magic Foot Power" and improved his body skills a lot.
It didn’t take long before we arrived at Guobei County.
Entering the city, he found that the people in the city looked much better than when he left last time, with rosy colors and smiles. Everything seems to be back to normal.
In the city, Wang Zhe saw a monk, Zen Master Guangyun of Lanruo Temple.
Zen Master Guangyun was also very happy after seeing Wang Zhe.
"Amitabha, it's really a blessing that the donor is safe. He is indeed a person with profound blessings."
"Worrying the Master"
"There is an eminent monk over there, from Yunlin Temple in Lin'an Prefecture. His name is Guangkong. He was invited by Zen Master Guangji to succumb to demons.
There is a huge distance between Lanruo Temple and Yunlin Temple, and they can be considered to be from the same sect.
In the past few days, Zen Master Guangkong has been in Guobei County, using Buddhism to resolve the aftermath left by the Apes. The poor monk recommends it to you. "
"No need, Master. How about Master Guangji?"
"Alright."
"That's good."
After bidding farewell to Zen Master Guangyun, Wang Zhe walked around Guo Beicheng and saw some families holding funerals.
That night, the monster used the city god to absorb the vitality of the people. Some strong people could resist it, but some old and weak people could not survive it.
The Temple of the City God was destroyed, but there were actually a few people trying to rebuild it and rebuild the Dharmakaya for the City God.
They had no idea that it was this city god who almost killed them.
After leaving Guobei County, Wang Zhe went to Lanruo Temple.
When I saw Zen Master Guangji again, his complexion was indeed much better than last time, and his eyes also had a glimmer of light.
But for some reason, Wang Zhe had an ominous premonition. He looked at the Qi and saw that the Qi on the top of Zen Master Guangji's head was very thin and might disperse at any time.
"Master, you..." He didn't know how to say this.
"The poor monk's time is running out." Zen Master Guangji said bluntly with a smile, with a calm look on life and death in his eyes.
That night, he fought with the jackal, and finally transformed into a Buddha through a relic. Not only did he lose decades of cultivation, but he also lost his own lifespan.
Although he practiced Buddhism and realized the magical powers of Buddhism, he was not like Wang Zhe, who trained his body again and again. His body went through the process of changing tendons and marrow, and was reborn, just like fine steel being tempered a hundred times.
After all, Zen Master Guangji is an elderly man. After all these struggles, my life span was exhausted.
"If I hadn't come down the mountain this time, Master wouldn't be like this." Wang Zhe's expression darkened after hearing this, and he blamed himself very much.
"The donor does not need to blame himself. It is the duty of Buddhist disciples to save the common people, and this is also the cause and effect of poor monks.
Just letting him run away will leave trouble after all. "
"Master, there are so many miraculous elixirs and rare herbs in the world. There are always a few that can extend your life. Master, please wait for a few days while I find them for you."
"No need, this is a destiny and cannot be violated." Zen Master Guangji said with a smile, as if he was not talking about a major matter of life and death, but a trivial matter.
"Junior Brother Guangkong will contact Yunlin Temple and find a way to inform Lin'an Mansion later.
The donor does not need to worry too much. He is not aware of the fact that the donor has advanced cultivation. "
Wang Zhe's heart warmed when he heard this. He also knew that the Guangji Zen Master in front of him might have guessed his other identity a long time ago.
"Thank you, Master."
“I wonder what the donor’s plans are in the future?”
"Find a place to practice and find out the whereabouts of the monkey to prevent him from coming back."
"If the poor monk's guess is correct, he must have gone to find the descendants who murdered him more than a hundred years ago. That grudge will eventually be settled." Zen Master Guangji sighed.
Wang Zhe nodded gently, chatted with Zen Master Guangji for a long time, and then left.
When I was going down the mountain, I met Zen Master Guangyun who had returned.
"Why didn't Master Guangji tell me that Zen Master Guangji was about to expire?"
"Senior brother has already seen through life and death. He specifically told me not to tell the donor."
"Master, take good care of Zen Master Guangji. I will go find a miraculous elixir for him that can extend his life. Please do not tell Zen Master Guangji at this time."
"Okay!" Zen Master Guangyun nodded after pondering.
After descending the mountain, Wang Zhe flew away in the air.
He is going to find a magic elixir to extend the life of Zen Master Guangji.
Those who work for everyone should not let them die in the wind and snow in winter.
Some people should be killed, and some people should be saved.
“Where can I find this miracle cure?”
Wang Zhe thought about it carefully.
That day, most of the treasures of genius were in the deep mountains and old forests, and could not be found for a while; the panacea and magic medicine were all in some practicing sects.
Last year, when Zhuo Siwei was talking to him about cultivation, he mentioned that there were not many cultivation sects in Yangzhou, and the most famous one was the Liuyun Sect on Fuyu Mountain.
"Go there first and have a look."
Then Wang Zhe rose into the air and flew through the air.
In the northwest of Lin'an Prefecture, there is a mountain more than a hundred miles away. The mountain is green, shrouded in clouds and mist, beautiful and majestic.
There is a building on one of the mountain peaks, built against the mountain, integrated with the forest and mountains, surrounded by mountain mist, like clouds flowing in the sky.
This is a famous place of cultivation in Yangzhou, Liuyun Sect.
The place where the leader lives and practices is not at the highest and most conspicuous place, but under a stone cliff, in an inconspicuous wooden building.
There is a waterfall falling from the stone cliff, like a white line, breaking through the green of the mountain.
Standing on the wooden building and looking out the window, you can see waterfalls scattered halfway up the mountain, and green mountains and mist shrouded in the distance.
In the wooden building, there is a wooden table by the window, a pot of tea, and two people sitting opposite each other.
A middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a gray robe, with a jade-like complexion and a long beard, this person is the head of the Liuyun Sect - Ji Yunshou.
Opposite him was a man who looked a few years older than him. He was tall, square-faced, wide-mouthed, and his face was slightly purple.
"Why didn't you return to the capital?" asked the head of Liuyun Sect.
"Leaving in a few days."
"It seems that Xuanwu has been caught."
"Caught. Twenty-one warships were destroyed, and thousands of people were killed or wounded." The burly man took a sip of tea.
"You're not just here to have tea with me and catch up on old times, right?"
"I want to see that painting, and that's what Your Highness meant."
Ji Yun was silent for a while after hearing this.
"Although Liuyun Sect is not a famous sect, it has received several disciples with amazing talents in the past hundred years. My senior brother is even more amazingly talented.
When my master was still alive, he said that there was a person with the appearance of an immortal, but the result was that he went crazy and became possessed by the devil after seeing that painting.
In order to restrain him, my master was seriously injured and soon passed away, and my senior brother also followed him.
My senior brother was not the first person to be possessed by that painting. That painting was really dangerous.
With your cultivation as a Bafang Divine General, if you become a demon, who in Liuyun Sect can stop you? "
"So I brought something."
The burly man took out something and placed it on the table. But it was a long red rope, seemingly twisted from silk, glowing with light.
"Feihong Lock!" Ji Yunshou's eyes lit up when he saw this.
"Yes, this magic weapon is given to Liuyun Sect. Even if I become a demon, this magic weapon can bind me. What do you think, Brother Ji?"
Ji Yunshou pondered for a long time after hearing this. Just as he was about to reply, he suddenly raised his head and looked outside, frowning slightly.
"how?"
"We have a visitor!"
"Guest, what kind of guest?"
"Dear guest, come uninvited!" Ji Yunchou said coldly.
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