The east gate of Shenjing.
The monk showed the sign of Wei Guogong's Mansion. The soldiers on duty did not dare to check the sign and quickly opened the city gate to let them go.
The monk's physical strength was so strong that he ran for more than ten miles without stopping.
In the sedan chair.
Miaojue, who was supposed to be dying, was sitting peacefully, except for the large amount of blood on the monk's robe, almost as if he was a different person.
"Fortunately, this poor monk was well prepared, otherwise he would have been in serious trouble..."
Miaojue recalled the ray of sword light and couldn't help but shudder. He raised the curtain and stretched out his head, anxiously urging the monk.
"Hurry up and we will close the gate when we return to the temple and no one will be seen!"
After hearing this, the monk knew that the matter was serious, stretched his muscles and bones, and became a little faster.
Miaojue retracted her head and was about to lie down to rest when she soon noticed someone else beside her.
Black clothes, black pants, black cloak!
"Ah... Mitofu!"
Miaojue was so frightened that she screamed and quickly changed her mind to recite the Buddha's name.
The monk following outside heard the sound and asked the abbot what happened and if he needed to stop for a moment.
"Cough, cough, cough! My master is a little angry, so there is no need to stop. Go back to the temple quickly."
After Miaojue finished speaking, he turned around, raised his hands to the man in black, and said in a low voice: "If the master has any instructions in person, the young monk will never say anything."
"Do you know who I am?" Zhou Yi's voice was deep and deep, his voice was old and deep.
Miaojue shook his head repeatedly, wondering why Wei Guogong provoked such a person.
Zhou Yi ordered: "Bring your bronze mirror and have a look."
Miaojue hesitated for a moment, then obediently held up the bronze mirror with both hands.
Zhou Yi looked closely and found a few small words on the side of the bronze mirror: Taoist Xuanqing gave his disciple Yu Lingzi.
Miaojue was very discerning and explained: "Taoist Xuanqing has no known origin. Yu Lingzi was the founder of Yuling Temple in Shenjing two hundred years ago. Because he was involved in a major treason case, the inheritance has been cut off."
Zhou Yi input the true essence into the bronze mirror, which bloomed with dazzling light, more than ten times more powerful than Miaojue's display.
"How did the bronze mirror fall into your hands, and what is its use?"
"The King Kong Temple was built near the Jade Spirit Temple ruins. I accidentally discovered the underground palace, which enshrines the precious mirror. It is inevitable that the sages' belongings will be lost, so please return to the temple to enshrine them."
Miaojue said: "The precious mirror can manifest ghosts and immobilize ghosts, but it is of no use to living people."
"There are more than just precious mirrors in the underground palace, right?"
Zhou Yi casually stuffed the bronze mirror into his arms: "I am also a member of the Taoist sect. I participated in the Sanqing Dynasty with Yuling Temple. You, a monk, stole the treasure and you still want to inherit it from the Taoist sect?"
"..."
Miaojue's fat face turned red from suppressing it. He had always been the one to trick others, and today he met a guy who was even more shameless: "Senior, what you expected is true, there is indeed a volume of Taoist scriptures."
"Let the people outside stop and go to the temple to get the Taoist scriptures, and you can recite them yourself."
Zhou Yi reminded: "If the two phases are confirmed and there is a typo, I will massacre the entire Vajra Temple!"
Now he is pretending to be a strange old man in the world. He should speak and act in a domineering and cruel manner, so that he can do things quickly and without arousing suspicion.
Sometimes people in the world are strange. If you treat them cruelly, they will be obedient. If you treat them kindly, they will play tricks on you.
"Stop!"
Miaojue opened the curtain and said, "Fazheng, go to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion in the temple and get the book entitled "Yuling Shuo Commentary on the Ksitigarbha Sutra."
Fazheng bowed and agreed, used Qinggong and galloped away.
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "The King Kong Temple is famous in Fengyang Kingdom. Who would have thought that it is Taoist scriptures that are practiced!"
“Since ancient times, Buddhism and Taoism have not separated families.”
Miaojue said: "What's more, the scripture is quite mysterious. It has been placed in the temple for more than a hundred years, but only three people have been able to complete it. The other disciples are still my Buddhist disciples!"
Zhou Yi's eyes sparkled: "Don't talk nonsense, recite the scriptures quickly!"
"Heaven and earth are infinite, and when combined, the vitality becomes one, mixed and unified..."
The Taoist scripture is called "Guiyuan Jue" and it has more than 5,000 words in total. The first part is the practice method, and the last 500 words record a lightening technique, which can make you as light as a feather after being used.
Miaojue was obsessed with practicing the Guiyuan Sutra. His martial arts only strengthened his skin, but he could fly several feet in the air with his light body technique.
Jumping over is different from flying over. The former goes from low to high and then falls, while the latter moves parallelly in the air.
Two or three hours passed.
The sky was dim and bright, and the monk Fa Zheng finally returned from studying for Buddhist scriptures.
Zhouyi flipped through the book and checked it, and stuffed it into his arms: "I would like to ask you, yesterday you could have cast a spell directly, so why did you waste several hours doing the magic dance?"
"Those high-ranking families like this. They don't open a large altar to do things. They charge three to five thousand taels of silver, which is too expensive for them."
Miaojue said with a bitter face: "The young monk is also helpless. On weekdays, rice is widely distributed in the temple. The land in the temple only charges 40% of the rent from tenant farmers. We must charge more money from the nobles to support the martial monks in the temple."
"Don't complain in front of me!"
Zhou Yi glanced at the fat monk. He had indeed heard of the reputation of the Vajra Temple, otherwise he would not be so kind.
"The young monk talks too much."
Miaojue was as smart as a human being, so how could he not hear Zhou Yi's softened tone? He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, at least he had saved his life.
Zhou Yi asked again: "Do you know any places nearby that are dark and cold all year round?"
Miaojue was startled for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "The young monk only knows one place. Three hundred miles southeast of Shenjing, there is a wonderful scene of a cold pool, where many dignitaries take refuge in the summer."
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly. Places with many people were not suitable for ghosts to live.
"Senior, please wait a moment. The young monk will call for someone to ask."
Miaojue stretched out his head, asked more than a dozen monks, and then turned around and said, "There are three other shadowy places, the Shilipo Mass Burial Mound, the Ancient Battlefield of Daliang Mountain, and... Longevity Mountain!"
Zhou Yi patted Miaojue on the shoulder: "If I hear any bad news, I will go to Jingang Temple to talk to you about scriptures!"
After saying that, he swaggeringly opened the sedan curtain and disappeared in the horrified eyes of the monks.
"Amitabha! Who is this old monster who does things so carefully and ruthlessly?"
Miaojue was filled with fear and anger, and stretched out his head to scold the monks.
"What are you waiting for? Come back to the temple quickly!"
…
Wanshou Mountain.
One hundred and fifty miles away from Shenjing, where the Fengyang Emperor Mausoleum is located, are buried the successive emperors of the Zhao family.
There are forbidden troops guarding the vicinity of the imperial mausoleum, and no one is allowed to get close to avoid damaging the dragon's veins.
Zhouyi believed that the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum was just the right place for Huang Yuniang. She could roam in the huge underground palace, but she would never touch a living person.
Do the things of a gentleman and save the hearts of little people!
Huang Yuniang swore that she would not harm anyone. Maybe she could hold on to the temptation in ten or twenty years. If she becomes the ghost king in a hundred or a thousand years, can she still keep her promise?
After all, the ghost can quickly become stronger by eating human energy!
Zhou Yi walked slowly, but his speed was not slow. Each step was like shrinking into an inch, and at the same time he was reading the Guiyuan Jue.
"It is similar to the nameless mantra. It should be an immortal technique."
"The former gathers spiritual energy to refine the body, while this scripture refines the spiritual energy into the Dantian and turns it into magic power. I wonder how this magic power is different from the innate true essence?"
Zhou Yi did not practice rashly, he had to thoroughly understand the scriptures and then transform martial arts into immortality.
There is no need to rush into cultivating immortality!
"Coupled with Huang Yuniang's scroll of scriptures that increase the soul, I am the legendary fellow practitioner of Jing, Qi, and Shen?"
