I have a long pupil

Chapter 227 Collision with Tai Sui on a snowy night

"Fellow Taoist Tai Sui personally declares that on the day of the winter solstice, the Lushan Market opens. Heroes from all over the world gather to participate in the grand event. It is indeed one of the great events in the spiritual world. My Taoist friends are famous far and wide, so please take the time to come... "

Zhang Biao was a little surprised by the message in front of him.

The whole world has known about Lushan Market for a long time. With his reputation, it is not unusual for him to send invitations.

But the person who signed the signature was Gu Qiu, the master of Baiyun Sword, which revealed something unusual.

"What's Gu Chou's situation now?"

Zhang Biao handed the letter to Yu Ziqing, turned around and asked.

"Four words, everything is going great!"

The answerer was a young man, slightly thin in stature and with a smile on his face. He was Hou Shun who had given Yu Ziqing something.

This boy was originally a member of the Heaven and Earth Sect. After Cui Laodao relieved his heavy burden, the store management was handed over to a disciple named Bai Wancheng.Hou Shunze was responsible for delivering goods and collecting intelligence.

He bowed his hands respectfully to Zhang Biao and said: "This Gu head is very capable, and he almost manages the Lushan market by himself."

"Taoist Master Xuchen also supported him and even handed him the position of Lord of Lushan City. Baiyun Jiange also took advantage of the construction of Lushan Market to recruit people and obtain resources, and its power soared in a short period of time..."

"Hmph, this guy knows how to exploit!"

Wang Xin had always disliked Gu Qiu, and frowned when he heard this, "Is this poaching, and Xuanduguan just allows him to do this?"

Hou Shun shook his head and said: "Many people are also very strange. Logically speaking, with the temperament of the sect, it is not bad to kill the donkey without killing the donkey. But Xu Chen always turned a blind eye and even invited the Divine Sword. Feng, help them make flying swords."

Zhang Biao was thoughtful after hearing this.

Others didn't know it clearly, but he had vaguely guessed it.

Xu Chen's old way is probably cultivating power to deal with the future, and those who are dissatisfied with heaven and man in Xuandu's view will naturally help secretly.

Thinking of this, he said: "We don't need to interfere in other people's family affairs, we just need to keep an eye on them secretly."

"On the day of the beginning of winter, I will go there, Ziqing..."

Hearing this, Yu Ziqing quickly shook his head and said, "Brother Zhang, you can just go. I don't like the excitement. Besides, I can't get away from building temples and running the divine domain."

Wang Xin also nodded and said, "I'm not going either, so as not to see Gu Chou's humble appearance."

Zhang Biao nodded and said: "Okay, I can go alone. At the beginning of the winter solstice, there will be heavy snow and the mountains will be closed. You can make more preparations to deal with the snow disaster."

"Yes, Brother Zhang!"

Among the crowd, only one person opened his mouth and hesitated. It was his disciple Tie Yucheng.

No matter how old he is, his youthful mood is always full of yearning for this kind of event.

Zhang Biao laughed dumbly and said, "If you want to go if you want to go, just accompany me for a walk. You will gain more experience so that you won't suffer losses when you venture out alone in the future."

"Thank you, Master!"

Tie Yucheng's face was full of excitement when he heard the words, which made everyone laugh.

It was approaching evening, Zhang Biao ordered Tie Yucheng to go back to prepare, and he returned to the cave.

As soon as he entered the cave, his face became serious. He stretched out his hand and with a faint wind and the sound of a xun, Wang Miaoyin appeared in front of him. She bowed Yingying and said crisply: "I have seen the immortal."

At this time, her appearance had changed drastically.

Although she is wearing plain white casual clothes, her face has facial features and she looks like a beautiful woman.

This is the mystery of the way of incense.

Wang Miaoyin was originally a xun-like spirit, but because she was contaminated with the blood of a woman in the palace, she turned into her appearance, but it was actually an invisible thing.

The main body is broken, and a residual soul is reshaped by incense and turned into a secular god, which is "viewing".

She will gradually change what the people think. Like now, she has completely changed into the image of Mrs. Lin, and she also understands some things and can speak.

Zhang Biao was very satisfied when he saw this, and said: "It seems that you have accumulated a lot of merit during this period. What is "Chengyang" doing hiding deep in the imperial mausoleum every day?"

During this time, he has asked for a lot of information.

Mrs. Lin's incense body shaping was equivalent to rebirth, and the scattered memories of her time as a spirit were pieced together bit by bit.

She is still confused about many things.

She only knew that after the spiritual energy was revived, many of the auras buried in the tomb were moved into the spirit world.

A force awakened them, even taught them how to practice, and continued to absorb charms from the outside into the imperial mausoleum.

That power came from Tu Lingzi Sword Spirit.

He took the form of Tu Lingzi and called himself King Chengyang. He controlled the spirits in the tomb and set many rules.

Most of the time, they practiced in the spiritual world until the disciples of the Tiandimen broke the peace.

At that time, King "Chengyang" was still a little soft-hearted and let go of Fengmen Sect Master Yin Tiancheng and others. Unexpectedly, many monks were attracted, and Jingmei was captured to refine weapons.

The "Chengyang" king was very angry because of this. In addition, there was a problem with his cultivation, and his character changed drastically. He led all the spirits to set up formations and captured many monks.

Among the monks were disciples of the Yanjia Sect. King "Chengyang" forced him to reveal his sect's secret method, and then turned around and turned all those monks into puppets.

Today's Daye Imperial Mausoleum is full of monks possessed by spirits and spirits, and they often go out to secretly capture wild cultivators and refine them into puppets.

According to the words of the "Chengyang" king, this is called repaying a person's body with his own way.

Wang Miaoyin is a Xun expert. The Xun instrument is naturally close to the Taoist sound. She has vaguely noticed that the atmosphere in the imperial mausoleum is not right, and knows that continuing to do so would be a sign of being possessed, so she absconds and leaves.

Along the way, she had vaguely realized that incense was her only way to survive. She happened to arrive near Qingfeng Village and was attracted by the huge witchcraft ceremony.

Just as Zhang Biao expected, in the Age of Ending Law, Tu Lingzi had reached the peak of Qi Entrainment and was only one step away from building the foundation, but he stopped with regret because he had no spiritual roots.

As its flying sword, it is naturally equally powerful and similar to Nuo Nian. It is hidden in the spiritual world, so it is preserved.

The name of the sword is "Chengyang", and it is the peak of the ninth rank of Huang level.

Zhang Biao had already guessed the strength of the sword spirit, so it was not surprising. What made it difficult for him to understand was that someone with such power was willing to hide in an ancient tomb, and what on earth was he planning.

Hearing Zhang Biao's question, Mrs. Lin frowned and thought hard for a long time, "The little gods are not good at fighting. They are not the king's confidants. I just vaguely heard that they wanted to open up their own homeland."

"Open up a home?"

Zhang Biao frowned slightly. After waiting for a while, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

Cave Heaven!

The most special ability of powerful "elves" and "demon" is to open up caves. For example, there are many caves hidden in the snowy mountains where ancient monsters gathered.

The cave is somewhat similar to the divine realm, but it is between the real world and the spiritual world and can absorb the power of the spiritual world.

No wonder, the sword spirit "Chengyang" didn't want to show up.

Following Tu Lingzi, he probably knows a lot of secrets and knows that the sect is difficult to deal with, but once the cave is built, the formations are deployed, and his Taoism is followed, it will be difficult to invade the Xuandu Guanshenting.

At that time, the monks will be unable to do anything to him, and the other party will probably reveal his identity, compete for opportunities, and continue to practice.

This guy is really tough.

Zhang Biao is not surprised. Flying swords, magic weapons, spiritual beasts and even elixirs, once they develop spiritual intelligence and desire, the owner cannot suppress them, but they will often backfire, because the nature of living beings is freedom.

Just like the essences of the Daye Imperial Tomb, monks want to refine them into magic weapons. If they learn the magic method, they will also be able to "control people".

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao shook his head slightly and ordered Mrs. Lin to leave, then came outside the cave and looked at the dusk snow in Qianshan Mountain.

There is nothing right or wrong about this kind of thing.

It seems that the monks took the initiative to provoke him, but in fact, when the spirit of the great cause is strong, he can't help but desire the spirit of the living beings.

Conflict between the two sides is simply unavoidable.

Just like his method of taking food, he needs to pick precious medicines, but in the eyes of those precious medicines that give birth to spiritual wisdom, isn't he an evil ghost?
On the road of spiritual practice, all things compete for supremacy, and there is no retreat at all...

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The mountains are steep and the snow is deep, and the roads are cut off.

On a mountain road covered with knee-deep snow, a group of people were trudging forward.

They were dressed very interestingly, each wearing a fur coat, carrying a big bow on his back, and a short knife on his waist, just like a hunter in the mountains.But if you look closely at the waist, you can see a series of leather bags on the belt, which are clearly materials for surgery.

"Brother, hurry up!"

In front of the team, a girl was jumping in the snow. Her skin was like gelatin, her face was red from the cold, but her face was full of excitement and vitality.

"Junior sister Lu, why are you so excited?" A short and fat young man from behind complained.

"It doesn't matter, let her go."

In the team, a middle-aged man with a beard shook off the snow on his hat and said with a smile: "Lu Xuan is romantic by nature, practices her own secret method, and is guarded by mountain elves. Haven't you noticed that we are safe all the way?"

The complaining short and fat young man turned his head to look to the left, his eyes suddenly turned into animal eyes. Through the thick fog and snow, he saw the figure of a tiger flashing past on the cliff opposite. His eyes were full of envy and he said: "We are both practicing" "Mountain Touring Classic", why am I not so lucky?"

As he said that, he looked into the distance again, shook his head and said: "Master, we have finally left the Qingfeng Village Divine Domain. I heard that the people there are simple and simple, why do we want to make such a big circle?"

"Hmph, what a simple folk way!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "The Tai Sui of Qingfeng Village is notoriously difficult to distinguish between good and evil. He also helped the rebellious Yuan Tianxiong and made the inheritance of our Shanjun Temple known to everyone."

"Fortunately, my Xunshan lineage inheritance was not revealed, otherwise I would have risked my life to kill him!"

As he spoke, he didn't know what he was thinking of, but his eyes were full of sadness, "It's a pity that there was internal fighting in the family, and that villain King Binzhou got the temple method and killed us all."

"We are going to Lushan City. Although fighting is prohibited in the city, it is best to be careful."

The middle-aged man named Pang Shanhu was the patrol leader of Shanjun Temple. After the sect fell, he first went anonymous and then secretly recruited young disciples.

He carries the inheritance of the Shangun Temple Patrol Mountain. When he heard that the Lushan Market was opening, he brought his disciples there, trying to use the secret method of patrolling the mountain to accumulate momentum and rebuild the Shangun Temple.

Looking at the young faces in front of him, Pang Shanhu said with a face full of joy: "The vicissitudes of life, the ups and downs of the sect, are never seen for a moment. I will protect you for a journey, but it is up to you to light the incense of the Shanjun Temple." .”

"Yes, Master!"

Everyone responded with clasped fists.

"Let's leave early. After passing the Ancient Yan Plank Road, we'll be not far from Lushan City."

With an order, everyone quickened their pace.

The ancient Yan plank road is not easy to walk, and the heavy snow and thick fog block the mountain, making the journey even more difficult.

Fortunately, everyone had already embarked on the road of practice, and when it was getting dark, they finally left the Guyan Plank Road.

"Master, look, there is an inn ahead!"

The lively little junior sister Lu Xuan pointed forward.

In the wind and snow, an inn stood on the hill. It seemed that it had just been built. The huge paper lanterns swayed with the wind, which was very obvious in the dark.

Surprisingly, it was the inn that Zhang Biao had passed by.

"This place opens an inn..."

Pang Shanhu was thoughtful and said to his disciples: "There are many strange things on the way in the mountains. What I am afraid of is never the tigers and leopards, but the old temple, deserted tomb and new inn."

"Some evil things often use this to tempt you. Once you find it, you must be careful..."

He preached for a while, then took out a few yarrow sticks and played with them from a distance towards the inn. Then he nodded and said: "If you are popular, there are quite a few. Come in and have some hot soup. Remember, be polite to others." Point, don’t stir up trouble.”

"Master, why?"

Junior sister Lu Xuan asked curiously.

The short and fat senior brother shook his head speechlessly, "Don't even think about it. How could it be ordinary people traveling in this damn weather? Most of them are monks from all over the world..."

Just as he said, the fire in the inn was blazing, reflecting everyone's faces, some showing fatigue, anxiety, or indifference.

The costumes and atmospheres are different, but they are all monks.

The owner of the inn is a middle-aged man with a weather-beaten face and rough but strong hands. He is cooking food by the fire. His figure looks even more lonely and tenacious in the firelight.

Seeing Pang Shanhu and others coming in, he turned around and said apologetically: "There is only one person in the shop. I didn't expect so many customers to come in these days. Please wait a moment, the broth will be ready soon."

"Don't worry, just have a place to lie down."

"Wait a moment, I will help you clean up the house later..."

Pang Shanhu nodded slightly, led a group of people to find a secluded corner to sit down, and looked around calmly.

In the inn, most of them were wild cultivators, and many of them had the smell of incense from the Tiger Temple, which made him feel inexplicably unhappy.

They were all dressed similarly, so they were not easy to mess with at first glance, and no one came up to talk to them.

Pang Shanhu looked at the limping and busy owner of the inn, his eyes flashed, and he said, "Shopkeeper, it's not easy to open a shop in this wild country."

"Oh, it's just a waste of food."

The owner of the inn shook his head and said: "This place was already deserted. When the corpse plague broke out, there was still a group of cannibal deserters. Later, a famous monk passed by and killed them all."

"I have tidied it up, thinking that when the Lushan City Market opens, there will always be some business..."

“Not only are there some, the store owner has good taste!”

A customer couldn't help but interject and said with a smile: "This place will definitely be prosperous in the future. Let's find some guys as soon as possible."

"Also, evil spirits are inevitable in the wilderness. Why don't you give me a few percent of your shares and help you find someone to look after the situation."

"If the guest is interested, there is Xuandu Guanshan Temple three miles away. Nothing dares to come."

"Hahaha, Zhou Laosan is lying again!"

"It's just a business, what's the point of cheating?"

The solemn atmosphere was broken, and everyone became more and more enthusiastic as they chatted.

"Shopkeeper, which monk are you talking about?"

"Mr. Tai Sui from Qingfeng Village."

"Oh, no wonder."

"Tsk, tsk, I heard that Tai Sui's magic is so profound that even the Five Immortals Sect wanted to fawn over him and gave him [-]% of his stock. If one day I..."

"You have a good idea, just do some business honestly."

"Hahaha, in this world, who can think of tomorrow? I heard that Tai Sui was only a six-door eagle dog. Maybe one day, I can ride on the wind..."

Outside the inn, the night is getting late, and the snow is getting heavier.

In the house, the fire was blazing, and wandering monks from all over the world gathered together, bragging and joking, thinking about future development.

With this situation, Pang Shanhu was in a much better mood.

Whoa!
At this moment, the sound of wings vibrating outside the door was heard.

"Something is coming!"

Everyone was shocked and stood up quickly.

But the door of the inn opened with a creak, and a handsome young man with leather armor and white fur came in. He shook off the snow on his body, smiled and said, "Mr. Pang Shanhu, are you here?"

Everyone in Shanjun Temple looked at each other with vigilance.

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Pang Shanhu's eyes. He thought he was a pursuer sent by King Binzhou and said in a cold voice: "Pang is here. Who are you and what do you want?"

The young man was still very polite and respectfully said, "Master, I would like to make a deal with you."

"Trade?"

Pang Shanhu narrowed his eyes slightly, "I didn't expect that Pang would be targeted as soon as he came here. Who is your master?"

The young man smiled slightly, "Tai Sui."

As soon as the words fell, several wild cultivators avoided far away, and whispered: "Stay away from him, this guy hit Tai Sui..."

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(End of this chapter)