Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 18 Debut Palace

After getting the small box in his hand, Fang Xin opened it and saw that it was exactly as he expected.

A small jade token.

There is also a small stack of spiritual papers.

This jade tablet is used to inherit spells, and it is completely a one-time item, and this small stack of spiritual papers only has nine pieces.

Doing business is simply profiteering.

After all, for things like spirit papers, in the Three Mountain Palace, one talisman can buy two.

But there is no way.

The situation is better than people.

After closing the small box, Fang Xin once again looked at the golden incense burner at the entrance of the Tibetan Palace.

I can only see that the fragrance in the incense burner has reached the very root and is about to burn out.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xin's whole face seemed to have a habitual indifference:

"Sure enough, it's the style of the Dao Palace. Cannibalism can be seen everywhere, and cruelty can be seen everywhere."

"Hey, the routine is really deep enough."

It stands to reason that one stick of incense is because his waste burned two-thirds of it.

But later on, he chose very quickly, no matter what, it was impossible to burn the remaining incense so quickly.

At least half is left.

But now it is almost at the end of the burn.

Think again about what the man said.

"At your own peril~"

Oh, really at your own peril.

In the Dao Palace, every little thing reminds everyone that this is not a place where you can go sightseeing.

It is a dark and utilitarian Dao Palace.

Cannibalism can be seen everywhere, and traps are unknowingly set everywhere.

But always the mind is chaotic.

Most people can only believe a little bit of what they say. If they really believe it [-]% of the time, then the ashes are probably gone.

Quickly gather the bag.

Fang Xin also didn't care about other regulations in this hidden hall.

This is chanting softly in the mouth:

"The sky is lingling, the earth is lingling, come like the wind, go like the wind, the god of wind, the god of wind, show your spirit quickly~"

with his chanting.

A ray of breeze that was plucked from nowhere quickly wrapped around his feet.

next moment.

His whole body was like the wind, and he flew out of the keeping hall in an instant.

And the moment he went out.

The blood-red portal was closed together fiercely in an instant:
"Dangdang!"

even.

The strange monster hanging on the plaque seems to be drooling from the corner of its mouth.

It's like having a big meal.

And at the moment when Fang Xin turned into a breeze and walked out of the keeping hall, he seemed to vaguely see the figure of the feathered man.

only.

At this moment, Yuren was holding an iron fork in his backhand, and there was blood red rust on the iron fork.

It looks old.

The whole person looked at the Daozang Hall excitedly, looking eager to try.

"pat~"

Stopping the speed movement, Fang Xin stepped on the bluestone board in front of the door, and then clasped the Ziwu formula with both hands, and nodded slightly to the feathered man holding the steel fork:

"Blessed Boundless Heavenly Venerable~"

"Thank you for your hospitality, fellow daoist, for making you bother."

After finishing speaking, he smiled at the corner of his mouth, and strode away into the distance.

The whole person seems to be very chic.

however.

Hearing what Fang Xin said and seeing him striding away gracefully, the feathered man's face turned livid in an instant.

The steel fork in his hand seemed to be slightly scratched by him.

The green feathers fluttered slightly.

It looks like a large group of colonies are connected together and floating in the air.

The iron fork pushed heavily to the ground:
"clang!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and then the feathered man took a hard look at the monster on the plaque in the main hall.

Then, he cursed viciously at the direction Fang Xin left:

"Good luck to you demon way!"

"When I go out one day, I will definitely make you the head sacrifice on the dinner plate and dedicate it alive to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw that the blood-red door that had been closed together was suddenly opened from the inside.

crunch~
Followed by.

Two vines that were as black as ink but as active as snakes flew out of the courtyard viciously.

babble~ babble~
"not good!!"

Seeing this scene, the feathered man couldn't help being terrified, and was about to jump into the coffin the next moment.

But I haven't had time to act yet.

The whole person was caught by a small root, and then tied by two vines, and pulled into the entire Daozang hall.

"Dangdang!"

The door was slammed shut.

Then, in the entire Daozang hall, there seemed to be the sound of chewing like eating.

boom boom boom~
"what!!!!"

"..."

A series of biting and wailing sounds sounded.

The main hall door opened again.

All I saw was the original Yuren covered in green feathers staggering out, now the feathers all over his body fell off one after another, and his whole body was covered with green juice.

It seems that the energy and spirit have been taken away, and it looks very miserable.

the other side.

Fang Xin, who had already bought everything, couldn't help but went to the ghost market again.

Spend the remaining fifty runes.

He didn't buy those more powerful talisman papers, but he bought more than a dozen of ordinary small talismans.

It can be regarded as going out for self-defense.

After all, he has now opened his ancestral orifice, so if he uses this spell again, the power it will display will naturally be different.

Although such small spells may not have much power for sorcerers and Taoists of the same level.

But it is enough to deal with firewood wolves, tigers, leopards, and small monsters.

Gathered his backpack.

Fang Xin once again looked at the entire Sanshan Palace, which was covered in fog and could not see the whole picture clearly.

Suddenly.

He seemed to see through the clouds a snake in the hundreds of millions of mountains and forests.

And his big mouth is exactly the two mountains of the Three Mountains Palace.

Very scary.

It is also very shocking.

Shaking his head, he shook the thought out of his mind.

Fang Xin embarked on the journey of searching for spiritual acupoints in the thousands of mountains and forests, and preparing to buy a lair:
"It's time to have a home of your own."

With his hands folded in the Taoist robe, although he has become a warlock, he is still very low-key at this time.

And still walk during the day.

A faint mist filled the surrounding area.

A small green snake would jump out of nowhere, and maybe it would catch him severely.

In some sewers or small river ditches, there will still be bones, but after a while, they will be devoured by the spirit snakes raised in them.

Not even a bone was left.

It can be said that the environment of the entire Sanshan Palace is all due to the many spirit snake monsters raised in it.

Get out of the three mountains where the Sanshan Palace belongs.

In the eyes, the mist that obscured people's consciousness completely dissipated.

Look around.

At that time, the boundless mountains shrouded in dark clouds all the time seemed to be a kind of beauty in his eyes.

The layers of dark clouds seemed to give him a sense of freedom and carefreeness.

Take a deep breath.

"Hiss... hoo~"

Fang Xin chanted the mantra, and the wind was blowing on the soles of his feet, walking along the entire avenue of the Sanshan Palace, and walked out of the mountains and forests.

brush!
An afterimage flashed by.

Afterwards, Fang Xin stopped in front of the small river that was like a jade belt when he came.

First he looked at the stone.

All I could see was that under the continuous rain, a little bit of moss had grown on the land and stone that he had worshiped at the beginning.

No fake spells.

Fang Xin stood by the tree, found a few branches, and then cleaned up the place where the sacrificial offerings will be made.

Looking at the neat land.

Fang Xin took out the specially prepared chicken and duck meat from his backpack.

Still three pieces.

Seeing that this thing was neatly arranged, Fang Xin nodded, and then subconsciously slapped his head:
"Hi, almost forgot~"

After finishing speaking, he took out a large bundle of special moxa smoke from his backpack.

The fingers twirled slightly.

Teng!
The fire flashed, and then the large bundle of specially made mugwort incense was lit next to the big tree.

Although the scene is the same.

But at this moment, Fang Xin's sacrifice also has the wormwood fragrance, which are all treasures in Taoist temples.

Very expensive.

Grass incense quickly ignited.

The smoke seemed to cover Fang Xin's figure suddenly, making the incense more blurred.

Embracing Ziwu with both hands, Fang Xin chanted the mantra of blessing:
"Today, Mr. You, please..."

This time the chanting is the same as before.

And as he chanted word by word, his spiritual power that had completely diffused to the surroundings could only feel a little more spirituality in the breeze.

Each sentence seems to have a different rhythm.

It seems that the spiritual rhythm fits with some kind of gods and monsters in the mountains, making the sacrifice even more mysterious.

Cigarette curl~
Although there is nothing unusual.

But Fang Xin felt a very cordial feeling in his whole body.

The sacrifice did not disappear.

But it no longer smells.

After waiting for the large bundle of cigarettes to burn out, Fang Xin smiled slightly and waved the incense that permeated his whole body.

Turning his head to look at Sanshan Palace, he carried his small burden full of belongings on his back.

"brush!"

Then, stepping on the breeze, walking like the wind in the mountains and forests, interspersed in the deep mountain passages around the Sanshan Palace.

Walk in the dense forest.

The green trees seemed to have turned into black clouds, blocking all the way forward, making it difficult to distinguish east, west, north, south.

The one in his hand is like a compass, engraved with the twelve hours of the heavenly stems and earthly branches, the five elements of yin and yang, the five qi and six luck, and the plate is turning.

And Fang Xin also muttered words in his mouth.

It seems that it is based on emptiness to control the wind, and it is immortal.

But if someone gets close, they can hear the words in his mouth:
"I hope God will bless me, let me find a good cave!"

"Why is the environment here so bad..."

"If you keep searching like this, will you find a monster's lair..."

"The good things have been searched for by the seniors, and it seems that we have to go deeper in the mountains to find opportunities..."

however.

Just when Fang Xin held a spirit-seeking needle in his hand, he was looking for a spiritual acupoint in this vast mountain, and was about to build a spiritual land.

All I saw was that, like a jade belt, a phantom suddenly appeared beside the jade belt river that blocked Sanshan Palace from the outside world.

The phantom was very hazy.

But his gaze was fixed on the place where Fang Xin was offering sacrifices just now.

Especially in fireworks on the ground.

Even, even if the figure is hazy, it seems to be able to feel its tightly furrowed eyebrows.

The next moment, the vague figure opened and closed its mouth soundlessly, as if talking to a certain terrifying existence.

There was a lot of nonsense, whispers, roars accompanied by whimpering wind, making it a little hard to hear the specific content:
"Near the Sanshan Palace... the ghosts and gods who can restrain incense..."

"...the smoke is too thick, covering the breath."

"...can't find a trace..."

(End of this chapter)