I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 284 Malu
"Monk way?"

"Are there only two?"

"The monk of the White Bone Temple, no wonder he came along this route."

"It's just, who is this evil person?"

The big hand in the darkness crushed the sound transmission talisman, and the faint sound echoed in the empty grotto.He was not surprised by the arrival of the bone monk, probably because he knew a little about the practice route of the monk who broke the precepts, and the other party would definitely take this path.

The evil way is different, that person seems to have appeared out of thin air.

Whether it is living beings or vegetation, mountains, rocks, mountains and clouds, all things in the world have their own heels, and living things are even more so.

Without this information, it can only show that they did not dig out the origin of the red-haired Taoist.

However, the other party is by no means someone who suddenly gained power, because few people could survive the pursuit of the big boss, and even used formations to play tricks on the big leader of the mirage in Daheishan.

That's right, it's just a joke.

Mysterious and unfathomable, it really fits Gao Xiu's identity and image.

So the other party must have an extraordinary background.

However, the monks who broke the precepts and the evil Taoists seemed to be very harmonious, and there was nothing wrong with it.

He didn't continue to think about what kind of history the Taoist had, or who he had offended to be so low-key.

The two men had reached his place.

A tall figure rose from the futon.

The wind was blowing all around, and the oil lamps along the road ignited a small light. When the light and shadow flickered, the figure on the futon had disappeared, leaving only the slightly shaking candlelight.

……

"Shengyunyuan, Malu in the Catacombs, are one of the few demon cultivators in the late stage of foundation establishment under the King of Ghosts in Daheishan."

"Wearing an iron armor, with fists and feet like the wind, it is an extremely powerful physical training. All the spells and seals are for the purpose of allowing one's iron fist to touch the opponent's body..."

The spell seal method was originally born for fighting, and monks will choose spells that suit their own way to bless themselves and form a supporting system.

Demons and ghosts are no exception.

In fact, it should be said that this is the case for all monks.

"Clap!"

There was a brisk clap.

The figure walking was tall and tall, but he walked quietly, lightly, slowly and very rhythmically.

When he walked on two legs, it was as if countless legs were following him.Supporting his burly body, his knotted muscles.

"I didn't get any news about the Daoist. I didn't think about it. The Daoist has figured out the heel of a certain person." The burly man who spoke had a smile on his face.

Despite his tall stature, he doesn't actually have a beard.

On the contrary, it is neat and tidy.

Even his unruly hair like steel thorns was tied neatly with a hair rope, making it very strong.

The red-haired Taoist nodded and said, "Very good."

Malu asked, "What's good?"

The red-haired Taoist said, "Your cultivation is pretty good."

"What's even more rare is that you took a breath."

With a slightly disappointed expression, Malu said, "It seems that the Taoist priest also attaches great importance to the so-called distinction between good and evil."

"I don't eat people just because I don't want to eat them. The blessing of my cultivation is not worth two or three days of hard work, so why waste my time eating people?"

"I thought the Taoist priest was special..."

Monsters do not necessarily eat people, and evil spirits do not necessarily kill people. On the contrary, people kill more people and eat more people.

But someone will always make the distinction.

He thought that the red-haired Taoist should not have this prejudice.

See you today, but in fact, meeting is not as good as being famous.

Tu Shanjun didn't know what was going on in this monster's mind, he rarely racked his brains to understand other people's thoughts and motives, he just smiled lightly and said: "I just simply hate monsters with a fishy smell, it makes me feel uncomfortable."

Mr. Tu Shan can't talk about his perception of ghosts and ghosts.

If it is really disgusting, it is probably only for Moxiu.

Malu's eyes were fixed on the red-haired Taoist, expecting to see half-falseness or pretense from his eyes, but Gujing Wubo's eyes were full of seriousness, not because it sounds absurd The words caused waves.

Malu suddenly laughed.

"Amitabha, please let the almsgiver out of the way, the little monk needs to use the way." With his palms together, Juefa lowered his eyebrows and looked down, and the white bone Buddha beads in his hand were casually hung on the tiger's mouth in his left hand. The beads were not heavy, and they were coiled on his chest It's steady in the palm of your hand.

Malu turned his gaze to Juefa in a gray cassock, "I know a little bit about the broken monk in the White Bone Temple."

"When I was in Daze, I met a monk who broke the precepts, and his name was 'Awakening'."

"do you know him?"

Juefa looked as usual, nodded and said: "Amitabha, Brother Juewu is a rare genius in our sect in a hundred years."

Malu shook his head and said, "You're not bad either."

"The almsgiver's praise, the little monk feels ashamed."

When he looked up, he still had a calm expression.

What the monk Juefa said was very plain, not because he thought he was inferior, but because he felt that there was no need for comparison.Just as the path he walks is only the path under his feet, others will also walk this path, but they will certainly not overlap with his footprints.

Because, on the road of practice, those who learn from me will live, and those who resemble me will die.

No matter what kind of cultivator, no matter what kind of cultivation method, the same or different, after all, you have to walk out your own path.

The surprise in Malu's eyes flashed past: "No wonder the two of you were able to break through the square city and the mountain city in a row, and you must be the ghosts you encounter."

The red-haired Taoist looked at Malu with a smile, "Do you think you can stop it?"

"I'm not sure, but I want to try."

"In Daze, it's a pity that I didn't fight against him, so today I want to see whether the monk who broke the precepts of the White Bone Temple is as powerful as in the legend."

"If you win against me, this treasure will be handed over to you." Malu opened his hand, and a fragment of a magic weapon lingering with pure spirit appeared in his hand.

At this moment, Tu Shanjun had a slightly surprised expression. The monster in front of him was a little interesting, and he dared to take out this thing, and asked with some doubts: "Aren't you afraid that the ghost king of Daheishan will blame you?"

Malu said: "There is something wrong with the Ghost King of Daheishan, he can't get out of Daheishan."

"However, it is said that he is improving his condition, and maybe he will be able to solve his chronic illness soon."

"Anyway, I was no longer in Shengyunyuan at that time."

The red-haired Taoist gave Juefa a look, as if asking him, "Do you want to fight?"

"If you don't make a move, I'll pull a late-stage Yin God from the banner to touch this Malu monster."

Juefa understood what Tu Shanjun meant, and his original intention was to make excuses.

The Malu demon was so clean that he shouldn't have been killed and sent to reincarnation.

Of course, if it's a life-and-death fight, you won't let it go just because the opponent is a gentleman. Instead, you will use some villain's methods, after all, you have to ensure that you are alive.

Since the other party just wanted to learn from each other, Jue Fa didn't mind helping him.

"You are in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and I am in the late stage of foundation establishment. I took advantage of it. Do you need me to proclaim myself a cultivation base?"

"Amitabha, the donor is a believer, and the monk admires him, but there is no need to profess his cultivation, because the monk is not a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment."

Malu grinned and said, "I'm not a human, but a demon."

"Stop talking nonsense, then come!"

early spring.

The rain and snow melted.

The grassland of Shengyunyuan is no different from this, and the mud has become the nourishment for the new grass.

Under the setting sun, the two figures reflected by the red clouds moved.

The armor on the armored millipede is definitely a sharp weapon. Even though it looks like a defensive armor, it looks like a roaring chariot under the impetus of mana.

That oppressive feeling was like the Huoshaoyun that sank to the ground above Shengyunyuan.

The violent breath condensed into armor.

The momentum of the waterfall is as powerful as thunder moving the sea of ​​clouds!
In the blink of an eye, Malu has appeared in front of Juefa, waving a pair of iron fists.

With one punch, it was as if thousands of punches were thrown together.

Just like a long rainbow penetrating the sun, it shattered the surging gap in the sky, and also shattered all redundant thoughts.

Juefa raised his head slightly, and Yinfa became a buckle.

"Bone Mark."

"Pure glass and white bones Dharma body."

The dharma body is like a gangster, and the flesh and blood body presents the color of glass.

Landing there is like a high mountain, majestic and immobile but with great pressure.No matter what kind of vast torrent, it is a mountain that cannot be shaken.

The monk's horizontal kung fu is undoubtedly very good, but with regret.

That is, the monks are not practicing boy skills.

Although Tu Shanjun seldom commented on other people's affairs, he still couldn't help but want to ask the monk, why did you break the most fatal precept with this kind of spell you practiced.

Of course, one leaf cannot be blinded.

Maybe the monk broke his body first, became a monk later, and then chose this exercise.

According to legend, Sakyamuni also had a golden body of Zhang Liu, but the World Honored One lived a secular life before becoming a Buddha, not only had a wife and children, but in the end he still had a perfect golden body, so Mr. Tu Shan didn’t think it was too bad. Yes, I just feel sorry.

He is a monk who likes to pursue the limits of spells, so he will naturally move towards the direction of more perfect spells.

And some spells are born with certain restrictions.

Sometimes the incompatibility will also greatly reduce the power of the spell, just like the water spirit root monks should not delve into the magic skills of the fire attribute.

There will always be people who say 'no', just to try the skills and spells that are contrary to themselves.

The other party is by no means a qualified monk, but a qualified stubborn donkey.

Stubborn donkeys usually end badly.

……

"Has the matter become so serious?" The palm that received the sound transmission talisman was hidden in the sleeve robe. It was impossible to see what kind of person it was, but the other party could only hear the other party's soft murmur, and then shook the invalid sound transmission talisman in his hand. open.

The sound transmission talisman burned on the way, turning into smoke and disappearing.

The person who passed the threshold had a high and protruding aquiline nose. He stopped and asked, "What month is it?"

The servant beside him replied respectfully: "Back to the master, it has been more than half a month."

"Are the incense and children ready?"

"It's all ready."

"Then it is indeed time to go to the Great Montenegro."

"Array the soldiers and horses, this time, it's not peaceful." The sharpness in the eyes of the middle-aged man with hooked nose flashed, and he strode away.

……

There are not many monks who have received the sound transmission talisman.

The subordinate forces of Daheishan seemed to have been awakened from a deep sleep.

Even the wind in the air is different from before.

(End of this chapter)