Royal Master Painter

Chapter 130 Mysterious murals
The evil spirit Jiang Li's smile became wider and wider, as long as he got this physical body, he could be reborn!

But when the two hands were about to touch, Jiang Li suddenly regained consciousness and grabbed the evil spirit Jiang Li's wrist.

"I don't want to be imprisoned in that dark space by you anymore, so you should die."

"Follow the order of Heaven to honor the Yuan Emperor, Geng Shen Jiazi plays to the heaven; there are many evil spirits in front of the door every day, and the body is covered with Xuanguang to protect the health."

This is the mantra that Jiang Li learned when he was in Nanping Town. Every year around Nanping Town’s gate closure festival, the yin energy in Pan Valley will leak and invade the villages and towns. At this time, the mayor will lead everyone to recite this mantra.

The curse of the evil spirit is of the same origin as the yin qi of the Pan Valley, so this mantra naturally has the same inhibitory effect on the curse of the evil spirit.

Facts have proved that Jiang Li's conjecture is not only correct, but also the power of this mantra is stronger than that of the Taishang Qinxinwen and the Sutra.

After reciting this mantra, the spiritual power in Jiang Gu's body poured out like flowing water, and the whole world was dyed black blue.

Under the blessing of the mantra, the dark blue spiritual power continued to condense, and finally merged into a ray of fairy light that made Jiang Tan's own Yang God tremble.

The dark blue fairy light fell on the evil spirit Jiang Li, the evil spirit's eyes showed fear, and his body turned into a faint mist in the blue light.

The curse of the evil spirit has not been eradicated, but with the help of the curse of Nanping Town, it finally survived this time of the Ghost Festival.

The power of the spell just now was so powerful that even Jiang Gu himself was a little surprised.

"Nanping Town is located in a remote place, where did such a powerful spell come from?"

Thinking of the celestial shadow wall suppressing the valley in the Pan Valley, and the terrifying spell that suppresses Yin Qi in Nanping Town, Jiang Gu guessed that a powerful enlightened person must have passed by a long time ago, and left these two behind. East and West, keep Nanping Town safe for generations.

Hu Meiniang has been paying attention to Jiang Li's situation, and when the evil spirit Jiang Li is about to gain the upper hand, Hu Meiniang is ready to make a move.

But the appearance of that blue mysterious light instantly reversed the situation of the battle, and when that mysterious light appeared, even with Hu Meiniang's cultivation base, she felt palpitations.

"Jiang Li, Taoist priests in Xuanpu Mountain rarely walk in Xuanguo, where did you learn these skills?" Hu Meiniang asked after appearing behind Jiang Li.

"I don't know either. The last time I was out of trouble in Clifford Mountain, someone helped me secretly, so I learned these scriptures."

"Your boy is really blessed."

Having passed the Ghost Festival safely, Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing how powerful this spell is, it is estimated that there should be no need to worry too much about the outbreak of the evil spirit curse these few times.

After staying in Yuxiu Mountain for nearly a month, Jiang Li's cultivation has also made great progress. Although he is only in the early stage of the Lingling Realm, his spiritual power is already comparable to the peak of the Lingling Realm.

"By the way, Sister Fox, I have a friend who is currently collecting wind in Songshan Mountain. Where is the territory of the big monster? Can you ask him not to embarrass my friend?"

The big monsters in the mountains of Xiandu are all familiar with each other, if Hu Meiniang speaks for him, Song Yu will naturally not be in any danger.

But after Hu Meiniang finished listening, her face was a little cloudy and uncertain.

"Songshan, why did you go to that ghostly place, I'm afraid this busy sister can't help you"

"Why, isn't Sister Fox familiar with Songshan Great Demon?"

"The people living on Mount Song are not demons, but people!"

"People?" Jiang Greed was a little surprised, who would live where.

"A weird and powerful old lady named Lei Hongnv, who occupies the snowtop of Mount Song to raise silkworms, and never associates with us monsters."

"Since you are human, you shouldn't embarrass the students of Wenfu, right?"

"Not necessarily, the peak of Songshan Mountain is dangerous and you will fall into the cliff if you don't pay attention; secondly, what that red girl hates most is when outsiders enter the mountain and disturb her silkworms; thirdly, those silkworms are not easy to mess with. If your If your friend's strength is not as good as yours, then I guess it's bad luck."

Jiang Greed was a little anxious after hearing this.

"Sister Fox, I have to go to Songshan Mountain first, see you later!"

Living in the spirit realm is still unable to walk against the wind, and can only rely on drawing spirits to travel.

Although Songshan Mountain is not the tallest mountain in Xiandu, it is the steepest, and the snow on the top of the mountain does not melt all year round.

Fat Tiger led Jiang Li to shuttle between the mountains. In many places, there was only a small rock to settle down. It was going to be dark soon, and there was still a distance from the top of the mountain. If the sight line is not good at night, it is easy to cause problems when climbing the mountain forcibly.

Jiang Greed chose to rest for the night, turned around and looked at the road he had just walked, Jiang Greed couldn't help but took two steps back.

The hillside was straight and steep. If it wasn't for Fat Tiger's flexibility, Jiang Li would have fallen off the cliff long ago. He was even a little worried about whether Song Yu would be able to climb up.

Sitting on the rocks, there is a cliff at the foot of the mountain. Songshan Mountain is as high as the sky. Under the red glow, the whole mountain seems to be ignited with a flame.

Sure enough, you can only see the wonders of this world in places where there are few people.

At night, the cold wind on Songshan Mountain was bitter, so Jiang Li found a cave to escape the wind and cold.

The cave was dark, and Jiang Li lit a torch.

Jiang Li pinned the torch into a gap, and then prepared to spend the night here. The plump body of the fat tiger is the best pillow.

Fat Tiger looked at the head lying on his body, stuck out his big tongue and licked it.

Although Fat Tiger is a painting spirit, it is obviously different from other painting spirits. Jiang Li doesn't know how to express this difference, but feels more spiritual.

The flame of the torch was beating, and the whole cave was alternating light and dark. Jiang Li suddenly noticed something strange on the top of the cave.

"Fat Tiger, wake up"

He slapped the sleeping fat tiger awake, and then stood on the tiger's back holding a torch, wanting to see what happened.

The cave was covered with a thin layer of ice, and through the ice, Jiang Li saw a mural on the stone.

On this mural, a person is holding a stone in a stormy ocean.

"go inside"

Jiang Li found that there were not only this one area with murals, but also many places in the cave, and the murals seemed to be coherent to tell some stories.

After looking back and forth several times, and sorting out all the murals, Jiang Li found some clues and deduced a general idea according to the order of the stone walls.

Someone came to the vast ocean with a strange stone in hand. This stone is obviously a rare treasure in the world.

After the man threw the stone into the sea, thousands of mountains flew from all directions and gathered in the sea.

Countless mountains stretching for hundreds of miles fell into the sea, one after another, the original vast ocean was not only filled up to become land, but the mountains towered magnificently.

The man in the mural directs, with strange rocks as the center, the heaven and the earth as the chessboard and the mountains as the children, moving mountains and filling the sea to create a continent.

The murals are very scribbled, and there is no resemblance in shape or spirit at all, but Jiang Li feels very familiar with several peaks in it.

(End of this chapter)