I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 263
There are two yin gods and hundreds of advanced ghost soldiers.

There is also a magic weapon fragment that is full of evil spirit and belongs to the divine way.

He stretched out his hand to take the fragment, and the fragment flew into Tu Shanjun's sea of ​​consciousness and merged with the incomplete seal of the city god.

The brilliance is great, but it is not a sacred light, but a black light that is dignified, and the gray mist turns into water.

The city god's seal, which was originally light yellow, suddenly turned into pitch black, and even the four large characters under the seal turned into scarlet.A black-brown distorted water gushed out from the small seal and covered Tu Shanjun's body. The water flow was drawn into incomprehensible symbols.

Tu Shanjun urged the soul flag to extract the incense and fire evil inside.

The black color of the small seal fades away, and it returns to Qingming, and becomes the City God's Seal lingering with a spirit of purity.

And because of the addition of this small fragment, the seal was completed a little bit.

Playing with this seal, Tu Shanjun murmured: "The Divine Artifact is really weird."

At the moment when the magic weapon of the divine way merged.

A roar and roar came from the depths of the stretching Great Montenegro, resounding throughout the world of Montenegro.

"who is it?!"

"How bold."

"How dare you steal the power of this king!!!"

Dahei Mountain was shaking endlessly, and the demons and ghosts that followed Dahei Mountain were all frightened. They didn't know why the lord of Dahei Mountain was so furious.

Then the sky was cloudy and thunderous, and the illuminated city under the cumulus clouds seemed to be still.

The clamor stopped, and the ghosts and monsters knelt down and trembled.

"Who is under the jurisdiction of Hugushanfang City, come and see me quickly."

……

Juefa knew that he couldn't persuade Tu Shanjun.

I thought it was enough mana for Tu Shanjun to walk out of the soul banner, and at that time, [-]% of the mana was completely consumed.

However, seeing part of the power of the soul banner today, Juefa understood that it was one thing to support the Yin God to walk out of the soul banner, and mana was needed to support them in fighting.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the remaining [-]% ​​of his mana was exhausted, so he had to sit cross-legged to recover his mana.

And since he held the soul banner, he has no resistance in the fight for mana.

After taking a pill to restore mana, Juefa couldn't help but think: "It's really strange, completely different from what I used to know." '

What he practiced was still known for its strong magic power.

Even if Tu Shanjun can make a move, judging from Juefa's current state, it is still a death sentence to face Jindan Grandmaster.

"Amitabha."

Juefa closes his eyes and creates a vision of white bones in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The flesh and blood on Zhuji Yinshen's body faded away, leaving only a white bone Yinshen sitting cross-legged on the Consciousness Sea Lotus Platform, opening his jaws and chanting sutras, the white streamer reflected Juefa's body, the flesh and blood on his body seemed to become more crystal clear, and the bones of the bones could be faintly seen elephant.

Tu Shanjun in the banner couldn't help staring at the past, and exclaimed: "What a temple of white bones."

I feel that the Dantian Fahai is like a flat lake, reflecting the appearance of the bones and spirits.

This is the first time for Tu Shanjun to see the method of awareness and inner conception, and it is really magnificent.

Yinshen of white bones, body of pure glass.

If there is anything missing, it should be a bone relic that is enough to ask.

"Senior, don't be joking, let the soul pennant accommodate the ghosts and ghosts, and the little monk suddenly has a demonic thought."

"If it weren't for the powerful thinking of this White Bone Bodhisattva view, I'm afraid today would be the time for the little monk to die." Juefa got up, patted the dirt on his buttocks, and the hostility in his eyes disappeared, leaving only Qingming.

"I force it, how can the monk agree?"

Juefa explained: "Amitabha. The heart and the mind are the same, so why do you need to do it yourself?"

What the monk said is very simple, but you have to make a choice when you are about to die.

The Temple of the Bone is indeed as powerful as Jue Fa said, but there are countless exercises in the world, and it is considered profound when it comes to the foundation.

It is clear that he has cultivated a point of sincerity.

The ghosts trapped by the Buddha beads were frightened out of their wits. They thought that the rescuers would come, but who would have thought that the Fangshi ghosts would suddenly become the dead souls under the sword of the white-haired Yin God, and then the Yin God of Zhuji joined forces to kill Fang The temple at the end of the city was blown up.

In just a quarter of an hour, there were great joys and sorrows, ups and downs.

The mandrill's face was like ashes, showing its original shape, waiting to die.

The Fangya Mountain Ghost had long forgotten to struggle, and he didn't even dare to think of resistance.

Seeing the monk rescue the ghosts beside him one by one, Zhuji Mountain Ghost trembled and said, "You... who are you?"

"Little monk, Baigu Temple, Juefa."

"The benefactor's desire was so high that he just caused the disaster of killing himself and suffered the pain of reincarnation. I also hope that the benefactor will do more good deeds in the world of mortals and be liberated as soon as possible."

"All sentient beings who have not been liberated..."

At the end of the sutra, Juefa had four more black gray stone fruits in his hands, among which the one transformed by the Zhuji Mountain Ghost was much larger than the other stone fruits.

The white bone Buddha bead hangs down from the tiger's mouth in the palm, and only one voice is heard: "Amitabha."

……

The heavy snow is flying, and the goose feathers are falling.

The heaven and the earth seem to merge and meet at this moment, and the vastness of thousands of miles becomes one color.

The inn in the small town is not big, and when the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, the roads are blocked, so those who are quacks, businessmen, or pedestrians are trapped here.

Talking all over the world, listening to the noise but also lively.

In the courtyard, human footprints and horseshoe prints are interlaced, and there are many spears and weapons standing on the side.

The seven or eight big men leaning on the doors and windows exchanged winks, their eyes drifting back and forth while drinking.

"Brother, is it the official army?" The man with low corners of the eyes who approached whispered.

"I can see it, but why did the officers and soldiers pass by here? They look like defeated deserters."

"Brother, wait and see for me."

The man with lowered eyes suddenly turned up his volume, stood up, and put half of his legs on the bench.

He said in a loud voice: "Hey, I heard that the army in the North has been defeated again."

The man in the dirty coat next to him took up the conversation: "Didn't it mean that the front line has collapsed, and even the supplementary troops have been dispersed by the rogues? If you want me to say that the officers and soldiers are also trash."

"Oh!"

The table not far away suddenly rang.

Wearing half armor, one of them who was drinking tea snorted coldly: "You know what, there are [-] rebels in the Northland, and there are countless monsters along the way. If you go, your balls will shrink."

"How do you talk, are you looking for something?"

"Whoever is looking for something will know, no matter how bad I am, I will be a good boy, better than you rascals."

"Copy guy!"

The two parties immediately stood up.

The seven or eight big men leaning against the window picked up a stool, and the officers and soldiers facing them held down their long knives even though there were only five of them.

The originally bustling inn was suddenly quiet, full of people watching the theater, but no one came out to persuade the fight.

The waiter hurriedly got into the back hall, grabbing the heavy curtain made from an old quilt.

When the sword is on the verge of breaking out.

The porter was suddenly pushed open.

The strong wind brought frost and snow to rush in, and the cold breath clashed with the hot air in the inn, making people shiver involuntarily.

The snow on the eaves also seemed to shake twice, and swayed down along the tiles.

The monk patted the snowflakes on his shoulders, scraped off the mud wrapped in his shoes, and then stepped into the inn.

Followed by a Taoist in a black Taoist robe.

One monk and one are undoubtedly handsome people.

The most peculiar thing is that Taoist casually twisted his red hair into a bun with jade hairpins. At first glance, he was only surprised, but after staring at it for a long time, he felt scarlet and evil.

Grey-robed monk, black-robed monk.

It really surprised everyone in the inn for a long time, and even stared at it straight.

Even the originally tense atmosphere disappeared because of the appearance of these two people.

These two people are Juefa and Tu Shanjun who left Hugushanfang City.

Of course, this is not Tu Shanjun's real body walking.He used spells to bring the face of Yin God Zhuji closer to him, drew long red hair, and then drove it with spiritual consciousness, so that Juefa would not consume too much mana.

Find an empty table and sit down.

Juefa greeted: "Shopkeeper, a cup of tea and a pot of wine."

The old man behind the counter hurried over.

The Taoist moved his nose slightly and said, "Bring up your stewed meat dishes from the back kitchen, don't lie to me, I can already smell it."

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, but he still responded: "Hey."

soon.

The teapot and flagon are brought.

Immediately afterwards, meat dishes came to the table.

Liver, tendon, trotter... and a huge pig's head.

It's really fragrant and mouth-watering.

As soon as it was full, there were countless sounds of swallowing saliva on the first floor of the inn, and the eyes that were originally curious about the monk's Taoism also shifted to the meat dish.

"Our shop's signature 'whole pig banquet', this will be complete for the Taoist priest."

The old shopkeeper said with a smile: "If you have any other requirements, the Taoist priest will give you another order."

Tu Shanjun waved his hands and picked up his chopsticks, looked at Juefa, stretched out his chopsticks and said, "Together?"

"Amitabha. Shopkeeper, add a bowl of plain noodles."

Smiling, Tu Shanjun stopped being modest and poured himself a glass of wine.

This is where the deliciousness begins.

For so many years, he has almost forgotten the taste of serious food, and it is impossible to think that this inn can make it.

I still remember the last time, Tu Shanjun recalled that the body of the pig dragon was used at that time, and the food was bear's paw.

When he was about to drink a full glass, he frowned: "It's not good."

For Tu Shanjun, there are two kinds of wine in this world, with taste and without taste.

It's too high to be rated as bad.

I don't know what kind of talent is able to make spirit wine so bad, it's slightly better than bad water.

……

"Bah!"

"Old man, why don't you bring us that good thing?"

"That Taoist eats exactly the same as we have."

The seven or eight big men leaning against the window immediately turned upside down, clamoring for an identical meal.

The old man hurriedly handed over his hands to make amends, and then said: "Everyone calm down objectively, calm down, it's not that the young man is stingy. In fact, this dish is not easy to cook, so the price is very expensive. The young man is also because he is considerate..."

"Expensive? What is it that you are so poor?"

"My lord has plenty of silver, and I'm going to eat this whole pig feast today."

"on!"

"okay."

"Since the masters don't care, the little old man will not push the guests out. Wait a moment, gentlemen, the little old man will urge the back kitchen to order another order." The old shopkeeper cupped his hands and left with a smile.

The man who looked like an officer was also a little moved, his eyes flickered and he licked his lips: "Captain?"

The soldier known as the corps leader was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "We don't have enough money, so we have to save money, or we won't be able to go home."

"We have to go home."

"go home."

Everyone's eyes became firm, and they stopped restless immediately, and just quietly gnawed on the pancakes in their hands.

There were only two dishes in front of the five people, and they were all vegetarian, without any meat.

……

When Tu Shanjun wondered if he was looking for a shopkeeper, there was a shadow beside him.

The graceful figure could barely block the firelight of the mud stove.

The woman in the snow jacket was not too old, and she sat beside Tu Shanjun like a squeeze.

Ruyu leaned on her cheek with her arm, and stared at the side face of the black-robed Taoist.

"Girl, do I know you?"

The Taoist in black robe and red hair looked at the woman and asked a rare question.

The woman has a beautiful appearance, and her cold face is very delicate.The figure is also very good, but it has never appeared in his mind.

Since he entered Taoism, Tu Shanjun has seen many female goblins and female ghosts, but there are too few who have left an impression on him.

Mr. Tu Shan also knows that love is the most difficult thing in the world, so he should stay away from it early, and it is even less likely that he will owe anyone a romantic debt.

The woman shook her head and said, "I know you. There are a few new graves in Xiahan Village, I've seen them before."

"Ugh."

The Taoist sighed, it turned out that he had trouble collecting the corpse.

"Why didn't you ask him?"

As he spoke, the Taoist looked at the monk who was making noodles on the other side of the table.

The woman took out a small jar that was filled with earthy air and placed it in front of the Taoist, her red lips parted lightly and said, "Monks don't drink."

(End of this chapter)