Fu Shifeng

Chapter 120
The sun was rising in the east, and the sky was filled with rays of light. Sun Lingyin sat on a high place facing east, breathed and breathed alone, and had a meal under the glow of the scenery.

"Xiao Lingyin's qualifications are really good!"

In the distance, Mu Yuan saw Sun Lingyin's appearance in the sun, and couldn't help admiring: "At this age, there are not many people in the world, right? No wonder you want her to let go of the old hatred. Such a rare fairy bone, entangled in the world, is really a waste."

Wu Yingzi looked at Sun Lingyin, no one could read any emotion from his ice-like face for thousands of years, and heard him say: "It's not necessarily good when you're young. Besides, if you don't want to give up, it's hard to achieve immortality in the end."

"Although it is said that a strict teacher produces outstanding disciples, you are not teaching disciples now, so you don't need to be too demanding in your words?" Mu Yuan waved her wings and said with a smile, "Besides, looking at the past and present, how many people can become immortals and attain the Tao? You have always looked down on ordinary people, but you have grown old but have not made progress. There are people like this everywhere. Even if Xiao Lingyin stagnates like this, it is a state that most people in the world can't match."

"Well, frogs, parrots, how do you know that the sea is wide and the sky is high?" Wu Jingzi said coldly.

"Hey, don't think I can't hear it, you are mocking me!" Mu Yuan circled back and forth in front of Wu Jingzi with some annoyance.

The white-haired and blond-eyed Penglai Sanxian turned a blind eye to this. He kept looking at Sun Lingyin, and suddenly seemed to sense it. He raised his eyes to the north, his brows slightly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Mu Yuan noticed something strange.

"Someone opened an altar to capture the vitality of Fangyuan." Wu Jingzi seemed displeased.

"Collect vitality?" Mu Yuan said in surprise, "It can't be Cheng Sanwu, right? I've been following closely in the sky, and he's still riding on his horse right now."

"It's Guanzhu Pang." Wu Jingzi's golden eyes were deep, ignoring the distance between the terrain.

At this time, Sun Lingyin, who was eating under the rosy clouds and refining Qi at a high place, seemed to have sensed it, and the rosy light all over her body dissipated, she let out a soft cry, and left her seat.

"Master." Sun Lingyin stepped down: "I don't know why, but I can't feel the vitality when Zhaoxia confides."

"It has nothing to do with you." Wu Jingzi explained: "Pang Guanzhu is using the abyss of evil spirits to absorb the vitality of the nearby area."

Sun Lingyin was very surprised. She was taught the method of refining qi by her master, and she had practiced in the fairy cave for many years. She knew how difficult it is to condense the vitality of the heaven and the earth, so she couldn't help asking: "Is there really someone who can do this kind of thing?"

"It's not his ability, it's nothing more than gluttonous evil blood leaving a disaster in the world." Wu Yingzi corrected.

Mu Yuan seemed to understand something, and shouted: "So that's it! No wonder that Guanzhu Pang was able to attract Taotie's family members that night. I thought it was because of the Heiyanggong's altar, but now it seems that this guy has long been eyeing the evil blood of Taotie, and tried to take it for his own use."

"The three corpses are in trouble, greedy and greedy, the soul is dissolute, and it kills itself." Wu Yingzi made a comment: "Anyone who thinks he can control the gluttony will definitely lead to disaster."

"What you said, Cheng Sanwu is now rushing towards the abyss of evil spirits, Master Pang Guan is dead, and even the belt and bones have been eaten and wiped clean." Mu Yuan paused slightly: "No, there is something in your words, it is to say that Master Wen did something wrong."

"Cheng Sanwu's unscrupulous behavior has attracted a large army. I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle later. Did Master Wen expect this kind of thing?" Wu Jingzi questioned.

"Ah..." Mu Yuan hesitated for a moment, then asked, "How about I make a move and lure the Shuofang army elsewhere?"

Wu Jingzi looked at the other side and replied: "Shuofang's army has thousands of soldiers and horses, and they have divided into three groups to attack, and you can't lead them all away."

"Could it be that the situation is getting bigger?" Mu Yuan reminded: "The Heyang murder case was already a turmoil back then. If Lu Yan hadn't contributed in the court, I'm afraid Cheng Sanwu would really have to face the Daxia court head-on. No one would want to see it when life would be ruined."

After being silent for a long time, Wu Jingzi said flatly, "Let's just wait and see what happens."

……

Jun Zhaoyang looked at the corpses of the scouts and the letter owl with a gloomy expression, and he didn't bother to wipe off the sweat on his face.

At this time, a fast horse galloped over, and immediately reported to Lord Zhaoyang: "Report! An abandoned post station in the northeast has traces of a recent fire. It may be the place where the murderer Cheng Sanwu passed!"

"Northeast?" Mr. Zhaoyang pondered for a while, then waved his hand and said, "Investigate again and report again!"

Since the scout responsible for tracking and monitoring was killed, Lord Zhaoyang and Shuofang Army lost Cheng Sanwu's position and movement.Although both sides have experts who are good at tracking and tracing, they are far away from human settlements. Cheng Sanwu is hiding in the wilderness at this moment, like a fish in the sea. It is difficult for outsiders to grasp his clear movements.

"I have to say, this guy Cheng Sanwu still has some skills." Mr. Zhaoyang's words were unpredictable. He looked up at Zhang Fan who was bowing his head and said nothing, and asked, "You have been with him for a while, what do you think about it?"

Zhang Fan was absent-minded, and replied falteringly: "This man...is superb in martial arts, has experienced many dangers in the world, and he wants to know how to survive in the wild."

"Nonsense!" Mr. Zhaoyang was very dissatisfied: "No matter how reckless Cheng Sanwu is, there is always a reason for choosing to stay away from the crowd and walk alone in the wilderness."

Recalling the breakup between the two sides, Zhang Fan could only say: "Maybe he is looking for the black sheep's lair."

"What is there to find for such a country demon god whose incense has been cut off?" Zhaoyang Jun asked again.

"The humble job is also puzzling." Zhang Fan's understanding of Cheng Sanwu is actually very little.This person was impulsive and reckless, and he couldn't distinguish whether it was his original temperament or a deliberate disguise.

At this time, Hu Yi, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation in the distant camp, suddenly screamed, and suddenly came out of the meditation, tried to stand up but fell down, and he was sweating profusely and his face turned pale, as if he had suddenly suffered a serious illness.

"What happened?" Lord Zhaoyang shouted, and then signaled his subordinates to inspect.

Zhang Fan took the first step, hurriedly went to support Hu Yi, raised his hand to feel the pulse, frowned and said: "The Qi pulse is disordered, almost going into a madness... Aren't you casting a spell to find Cheng Sanwu? How could it be so suddenly?"

"It's the Black Goat! I just saw the Black Goat!" Hu Yi was terrified, curled up as if he was afraid of light, and wanted to bury his head in his arms.

Such a big-armed and brave-looking barbarian looked as timid as a mouse at the moment, and everyone around him was greatly puzzled.

"Heiyanggong? What does that look like?" Zhaoyang Jun took two steps forward, half-believing and half-doubting: "Why did you see Heiyanggong?"

"I, I... I can't tell!" Hu Yi clasped his scalp with his ten fingers, shook his head frantically, his eyes were about to split open, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a hint of madness. All Zhaoyang Jun's subordinates were secretly on guard, lest he violently hurt others.

However, Mr. Zhaoyang himself was not too worried. He had seen such obsessed practitioners before.

Although in martial arts there is also the saying of going crazy, but it is usually a test before reaching the innate realm, and the vast majority of warriors will not be able to reach this level in their entire lives.The closest experience to being insane, at best, is that when practicing internal skills, the energy channels are disordered, which causes emotional agitation, but it can always be adjusted as usual.

However, in the course of spells, one should not be underestimated to be insane, even just like the literal statement, it is not surprising that the inner fire burns the internal organs, the mind becomes insane, and then the cultivation base is completely abolished, and the body dies and the dao disappears.

Regardless of Buddhism or Taoism, as long as one enters the state of emptiness and tranquility, the most taboo is to be disturbed by external factors, and the slightest damage to the mind is not a panacea that can be cured.

This is why Buddhist practice mostly chooses a quiet place far away from the mundane world. In addition, there are often many hidden visions that are unpredictable to ordinary people when practicing magic, which is easy to summon demons and ghosts.

As far as Mr. Zhaoyang knows, there is a secret prison in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which is used to detain those magicians who are obsessed and unable to control themselves. Some of them are not prepared enough, and they are possessed by demons.

I heard Zhang Fan and others mention before that Pang Guanzhu opened the altar, which resulted in a group of goatshoe monsters. Mr. Zhaoyang guessed that they might not be ordinary monsters, but monsters transformed by ordinary people who have been infected by external forces.

Hu Yi was flustered for a while, and after he calmed down a little, he took the initiative to explain: "Just now I was sitting still, and suddenly I saw the black sheep male. It opened its mouth wide, and almost swallowed everything in the world! I was so shocked that I left the meditation."

Zhang Fan and Xu 23 looked at each other, they didn't know what Hu Yi meant.

"Why did you see Heiyanggong?" Jun Zhaoyang asked again.

Hu Yi had lingering fears, and didn't even dare to close his eyes to think about it, but said with trembling lips: "Someone is making a hook move, and the black sheep male has a spiritual response, and the great magic power spreads in an instant. I... I didn't see the true face of the black sheep male at all. I just glanced at it, and I almost went crazy!"

"How?" Jun Zhaoyang snorted coldly.

A subordinate approached and asked, "Could it be the Pang Guanzhu who fled and disappeared?"

"Who else but him?" Mr. Zhaoyang felt a little annoyed: "One Cheng Sanwu is not enough, and now there is another Pang Yanjin, these people will really find trouble for me. Have you found out Pang Yanjin's origin?"

The subordinate hurriedly took out the book and read: "According to the records of Xuanwu Temple, Pang Yanjin is from Xuzhou. When he was young, he went to Linwushan, Wu County, Jiangnan to learn Taoism. He is famous for expelling ghosts and spirits and arresting ghosts.

"Exorcise ghosts and gods?" Mr. Zhaoyang noticed something unusual, and looked at Hu Yi: "The black sheep male does not seem to be able to summon and drive at will."

Hu Yi said while thinking: "If... there is something that can sense the god's deity, it may be able to get twice the result with half the effort."

"What's the purpose of Pang Yanjin summoning the Black Sheep?" Mr. Zhaoyang didn't understand: "These demon gods have already cut off their incense, so it should be nothing to worry about."

"I think so too." Seeing the other party's questioning gaze, Hu Yi had no choice but to search his brains: "It's probably...maybe the black goat has occupied a certain spiritual land, and he can do things like this only by relying on the energy of the earth veins."

When Mr. Zhaoyang heard this, his face was serious, and he kept his hands behind his back and said nothing.Zhang Fan asked: "Do you have a way to deal with the black sheep?"

Hu Yi froze for a moment: "Me?"

Zhang Fan knew he was speechless, and immediately shook his head slightly.

"Country demon god, I got a chance by chance, but it's nothing to worry about." Mr. Zhaoyang wiped off the sweat on his face when he saw the suspicious eyes from everyone, "I have my own strategy to defeat the enemy... Do you feel the specific direction of the way?"

Hu Yi swallowed a mouthful of saliva and nodded seriously.Lord Zhaoyang waved his hand and said, "In that case, you will lead the way. I'm sure that Cheng Sanwu is also rushing to this place!"

……

Reining in the horse, Cheng Sanwu came to the quiet and deserted river valley.

There was no one to lead the way, and there was no map or sign indicating the direction. Cheng Sanwu came here entirely by instinctive impression.

The Claret Horse snorted, as if he was a bit vigilant. In the river valley where large rocks were scattered everywhere, suddenly a few goatshoe monsters popped up. They had rough short horns on their heads, looking straight at Cheng Sanwu.

One after another, hundreds of sheep hoof monsters appeared in a blink of an eye. They were like soldiers ordered to ambush here to guard against foreign enemies.

Cheng Sanwu turned over and got off the horse, took away the water bag, raised his head and drank the spirit inside, then patted the horse's neck, signaling the bay red horse to go away.

Hearing that the other party kept digging hooves, Cheng Sanwu smiled and said: "Aren't you worried about me? Just go elsewhere. This place might be my territory. Whoever has the upper hand is uncertain."

The bay red horse snorted like a cold snort, and immediately turned away, leaving only Cheng Sanwu facing hundreds of sheep hooves alone.

Taking a deep breath, Cheng Sanwu raised his hand and pressed the knife. Just as the murderous intent was rising in his chest, he suddenly changed his mind, looked at the group of sheep hooves, and walked forward slowly, without any intention of using force.

Seeing Cheng approaching in three steps, those goat hooves let out deep roars, as if a herd of beasts were about to launch a siege, and would tear their prey to pieces in the next instant.

When the battle was about to break out, Cheng Sanwu's eyes were covered with a layer of blackness, and hundreds of goatshoes stopped for a moment. Instead of trying to stop them, they took the initiative to avoid them, and prostrated themselves on the ground one after another, as humble as slaves, welcoming their master back.

Cheng Sanwu turned a blind eye to this, and came outside the gloomy forest with a blank expression on his face. He slowly raised his hand and swiped through the air. The trees and thorns naturally avoided to the sides, revealing the dark road leading to the ground.

Go straight all the way, and soon come to the underground cave.The place is about several acres wide, and the giant black rock is placed in the middle, like an altar.

It was supposed to be a deep and dark cave, but at this time, several piles of bonfires were set up to burn, illuminating thousands of Satyrs.No matter where they were, they were all facing the huge black rock, and the strong stench filled the cave, and the smell alone was enough to make ordinary people faint.

On the side of the black shadow rock, Pang Yanjin opened his arms and chanted the mantra, causing the black shadow to flow faster and faster, and the invisible force of swallowing gathered the free vitality between the heaven and the earth, turning it into a ray of light, pouring in from the top of Pang Yanjin's head.

"Is it enough?" Cheng Sanwu's eyes dissipated, and he took the initiative to say: "Are you planning to kill yourself? Or let me hack you to death here?"

(End of this chapter)