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Chapter 24 All Laws Have Roots, The Snowy Night Golden Light Curse

"Form diagram?"

All Jing Yaosi people on the scene were shocked.

County Magistrate Li, who came to listen at night with nothing to do, looked puzzled: "What kind of shape drawing, can you explain it to me?"

Chen Qiong hesitated for a moment, "Forget it, the matter is very important, and I dare not hide it from Mr. Li."

"Although the methods of practice in today's world are complicated, they all have their roots in ancient times. The so-called Dao has no name, and the Dharma has no form. The more profound the Dao, the more difficult it is to describe. Therefore, the Immortal Buddha will record his own comprehension with great supernatural powers, which is called visualization. picture."

"Immortal...Immortal treasure?" County magistrate Li Siyuan stammered.

"No."

Chen Qiong shook her head and continued to explain: "The legacy of the immortal is just a legend. After all, no one has seen it, but it is generally accepted that it is so. The subsequent visualization maps are all left by generations of masters, and are gradually subdivided into the map of refining gods, the map of refining shapes, Talisman diagrams, formation diagrams, Dan diagrams, etc."

"Although there are oral formulas in the practice of Taoism, it is better to comprehend the visualization map. Those who can leave the visualization map are at least masters who practice qi to transform into gods, rejuvenate, and have a lifespan of three hundred years."

"Each Dharma lineage sect has its own visualization map, but the level is different. It is rumored that the Taiyi sect has a visualization map left behind by refining the gods and fulfilling the great powers of the Yang God and the Earth Immortal."

"The Taiyin Sect has a long history, but I heard that there was a great chaos in the ancient times, and the Taiyin God Refining Map was lost. You can only use other methods to refine the gods. It has long since lost its original glory. If there is a shape refining map here, at most it is only for the cultivators who practice Qi Transformation. Keep."

County Magistrate Li breathed a sigh of relief, "So, it's not a big deal?"

"Why is it not a big deal?!"

Guo Luquan sneered and said: "This Taiyin shape refining technique itself is a curse. It is rumored that if it is practiced deep enough, the body can be buried in the soil, and the technique of reincarnation in dirty soil can be used to live for another hundred years. Practitioners of this technique will find no place to bury, but Most of them lost their minds and souls and became horrible old zombies, and Yaoji Jing often wiped their asses."

After finishing speaking, he spat hard, "Made, a bunch of bastards!"

The expressions of Jing Yaosi and the others remained unchanged, and they knew it well.

Guo Luquan is a member of Yinmen, and most of them are inherited from folk dharma lineages. They originated from various funeral rules passed down in ancient times.

Although Yinmen and Taiyinmen are different in one word, they are so different from each other, and they can't get used to each other.The jokes of the Taiyin Gate are all baseless and dirty. If the Yin Gate finds a Taiyin Gate person to bury the corpse, it must be said that the old zombie was revived and burned.

There will be a battle between the two sects every ten years. Fortunately, the Taiyin sect has long since declined, so they can fight evenly.

Chen Qiong persuaded: "Mr. Guo, don't be angry. Fortunately, we are all our own people. Jing Yaosi will report later, and the news must not be leaked right now."

County magistrate Li was taken aback for a moment, his eyes already vigilant: "Aren't you going to report to Yaosi Jing?"

Guo Luquan was upset, and sneered, "Jing Yaosi's staff is complicated, and there are a lot of miscellaneous things in the Taiyin Sect. If the news comes back, I'm afraid there will be hundred-year-old zombies who come to seize the treasure. At that time, the blood will flow into rivers, and the Taiyin Sect will not admit it." !"

County magistrate Li felt dizzy when he heard that, "Then what should we do?"

Chen Qiong thought for a while, then said in a deep voice: "Now we can only divide into two groups. We stay to deal with An Shusheng, and ask the teacher for help to prevent the Taiyin Sect from getting news."

"Shanhai Academy is far away in Lingzhou, so I can't ask Master for help. Inspector Xiao, please send someone to tell Brother Ling to invite experts to sit in charge. At that time, the Taiyin Sect can only act according to the rules of the world."

"can."

Xiao Qingman thought for a while, then nodded to Zhao Bandao, the scar-faced man, and said, "Mr. Zhao, please run for a while, go and come back quickly."

Zhao Bandao cupped his hands: "Miss, be careful, don't be reckless."

After saying that, he turned around and left, went out and disappeared into the night...

County magistrate Li looked at the arrangement of the crowd, and simply pretended to be dumb and kept silent.

He knows that the court has its rules, and the Jianghu has its own rules, but the prerequisite for all the rules to be enforced...is strength.

At this moment, County Magistrate Li thought of Wang Xuan inexplicably.

If the fake sign he held up can really suppress one side, then no matter Jing Yaosi or the Taiyin Gate they talk about, they will abide by the rules...

Not mentioning County Magistrate Li's wild thoughts, Xiao Qingman watched her subordinates leave, her beautiful eyes moved slightly and she said in a deep voice: "I just remembered something. Three years ago, An Shusheng went into hiding. Kill, I don’t know if it’s because of this.”

Chen Qiong got up and walked around twice, frowning: "Don't worry, Taiyin Gate has not been found here, which means they don't know the location. According to the county records, Gujiashan City is in Yong'an Beishan, we will set out to look for it tomorrow..."

While everyone in Jing Yaosi was discussing, Zhao Bandao, the scar-faced man, had already left the city gate and galloped across the wilderness on his horse.

The heavy snow has stopped, the crescent moon in the sky is like a hook, and the snowy night is windy and cold.

To be honest, riding a horse on this cold winter snowy night can almost freeze a person to death, but Zhao Bandao doesn't care. The swordsmen in the Northwest have seen even harsher environments.

Suddenly, Zhao Bandao tightened the reins, and the fast horse neighed and stopped.

There was a person standing in the snow in front of him, his Taoist robe fluttering under the moonlight.

"Step aside!"

Zhao Bandao's eyes were cold, and he didn't ask the other party's name at all.

The Xiao family was kind to him, so he sold his life, not asking right or wrong, not afraid of death, but just didn't want to owe anyone.

No matter who the opponent is, blocking the way is the enemy.

Standing in front of him was the old Taoist Li Shouxin. He sighed slightly: "Don't worry, the old Taoist will not hurt your life, but just let you sleep first."

"Humph!"

Zhao Bandao didn't talk nonsense, he flew up, and at the same time drew out the broken knife at his waist, and slashed down wrapped in cold black mist, as fast as lightning.

What's even more weird is that the waving of the knife light is accompanied by bursts of shrill howls, like screams of ghosts. As long as ordinary people hear it, they will have headaches, boredom, and hallucinations.

"Soul Slaying and Sealing Sword Art... It seems that there are many dead souls in your sword."

The veteran Li Shouxin dodged with ease like a ghost, made a strange handprint with both hands, and said in a low voice at the same time: "Xuanzong of the Heaven and Earth, the root of ten thousand qi, cultivated for ten thousand kalpas, proved my supernatural powers, and my body has a golden light, covering my body... "

As Li Shouxin chanted the mantra, a golden light suddenly radiated from his body. Although the golden light was only a faint layer, the holy and solemn aura rushed towards his face.

"Golden Light Curse?!"

Zhao Bandao finally changed his face, gritted his teeth and twisted his body, swinging the saber back.

It's not that he's afraid of death, it's that the Taoist Golden Light Curse is too fierce, it only restrains all ghosts and evil spirits, and there is no hope of victory at all.

He wants to go back and tell his lady to stay away from this place immediately.

But it was all too late.

The old Taoist's fist full of golden light first smashed the ghost on the knife, and then hit Zhao Bandao in the face, leaving long marks on the snow, and passed out.

The golden light on Li Shouxin's body gradually dissipated, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he poked his head in: "The Infinite Supreme Heavenly Venerable...Fortunately, he didn't die. The old Taoist just wanted to get the treasure, but he didn't want to make enemies with the Xiao family."

Afterwards, he looked towards Beishan and murmured: "No wonder the old Taoist hasn't found it for several years, let the little mouse break the battle first..."

After finishing speaking, he pulled up Zhao Bandao's foot and disappeared into the snowy night...

(End of this chapter)