in the edge

Chapter 120 The devil is one foot tall, and the road is one foot tall

On Taiyin Mountain, inside the Taiyin Emperor Temple.

Under the night, in front of the majestic statue of the emperor, a middle-aged monk with a white face and beardless face was facing the statue, his eyes slightly closed, and he sat cross-legged.

In the dim candlelight, a brass dharma sword lay across his knee, with a murderous aura.

Those young monks who were kind-hearted during the day came in one after another, but at this moment, the faces of these young monks carrying magic swords were a little less gentle-they were also smiling, but at this moment There was a bit more disdain in the smile.

Of course, after seeing the middle-aged monk in front of the statue, they all restrained their expressions and bowed to the back of the middle-aged monk.

"Master!"

"Don't be too polite."

The middle-aged monk raised his eyes slightly, but he didn't even look back.

"What's the matter, have all the new scriptures been distributed?"

"It's all sent out, Master."

The leading young monk clasped his hands together.

"Those refugees like to watch it very much, and they are more serious about watching Emperor Baogao than before."

"It's really... no wisdom roots."

Hearing the feedback from the disciple in front of him, the middle-aged monk couldn't help but shake his head.

The so-called Emperor Baogao refers to the previous scriptures praising "the mysterious emperor who subdues demons in Taiyin". In this Taiyin Mountain, it is a first-class sacred thing - but the refugees do not understand the mystery and treat this Waiting for the treasures to be discarded like a pair of shoes, on the contrary, he is concentrating on the scriptures that record the evil spirits in the mountains, and won't let go of the scrolls.

It's just, it's just...

"call……"

Exhaling a foul breath, the middle-aged monk raised his head slightly, looking up at the statue of Emperor Taiyin in front of him.

I saw the statue of the emperor in front of me making secrets with her left hand, holding a sword in her right hand, with auspicious clouds at her feet, wearing a brocade robe, but there was indescribable majesty between her brows.

If given the opportunity, who wouldn't want to be like this Taiyin emperor, subjugate demons and eliminate demons, and roam freely between heaven and earth?

But the middle-aged monks knew that such things were not something ordinary people could do.

The middle-aged monk's surname is Zhang, and his single name has a single character. Several generations have lived in this Taiyin Mountain, and they are engaged in maintaining the temple on the mountain. The great-grandfather moved here.

At that time, Zhang Qi's great-grandfather passed by Taiyin Mountain, and accidentally discovered the dilapidated mountain temple at that time, and was lucky to get a brass magic sword.With a sword in hand, Zhang Qi's great-grandfather felt something, so he moved his family here and lived in seclusion in Taiyin Mountain.

As for the purpose of seclusion...

Of course it is for cultivating immortals.

To the outside world, the Zhang family only said that they had obtained the magic sword to prove that they deserved to practice in this mountain temple, but internally, the Zhang family knew that the two scrolls were more important than the magic sword. Treasure Sutra—one of them is the "Taiyin Subduing Demons Mysterious Emperor Baogao", and the other volume is "Taiyin Mountain's Illustrated Record of All Violent Forms in Disguise".

The latter is about ghosts and ghosts in Taiyin Mountain. The stories are so murderous and cruel. The ancestors of the Zhang family didn’t like it and thought it was not the right way. Occasionally take it out to gain insight and broaden your horizons.But for the former, Zhang's patriarch recited it day and night, practiced diligently, and demanded himself according to the records in the Emperor's Precious Letters, only waiting for one day to succeed in cultivation and master the inconceivable power.

To the outside world, the ancestor of the Zhang family only said that he was serving the mountain god, and that he chanted scriptures day and night just to keep the surroundings of Taiyin safe.

But only the patriarch of the Zhang family knew that he had really succeeded in cultivation.

But the success is complete, but the success is rather embarrassing. Strictly speaking, it should only be half completed—the ancestor of the Zhang family did condense a golden armored god to protect himself after practicing day and night, and he was nearly nine years old. Ten, still in good health, but this is still too far away from the living immortal he wants to truly achieve.

"What is missing?"

On the day of his [-]th birthday, the patriarch of the Zhang family died with hatred.

Since then, every generation of the Zhang clan has studied the Emperor's Baogao and tried to find the real method of cultivating immortals. However, no matter how they read the words and sentences in the Baogao, they could not get a glimpse of the truth in this Baogao. .

Until it was passed on to Zhang Qi's generation.

Unlike his pious and faithful ancestors, Zhang Qi has a quick mind.Like his ancestors, after practicing Emperor Baogao, he was also stuck at the threshold where his ancestors could not advance in his life—but at this time, Zhang Qi did not continue to practice like his ancestors, but thought of his great-grandfather Those rumors left behind.

"If only one volume of treasured scriptures is needed to practice the immortal law, then why are there two volumes of treasured scriptures obtained by the ancestors?"

With this thought in mind, Zhang Qi took out the sealed book and read it carefully.

Then, he realized the significance of the existence of the second volume of the precious scripture.

"Without earth, where is the sky? Without demons? Where is the god?"

At that moment, Zhang Qi felt that he understood everything.

If there were no such hundred thousand evil spirits, how could there be an immortal who subdued one hundred thousand evil spirits with this sword?
"So, they have made their choice."

In front of the statue, a middle-aged monk named Zhang Qi was expressionless.

"If they can grow wisdom roots, then they can join us and seek immortality together, but now they have chosen the second volume of the precious scripture... then we can't blame us!"

Saying this, Zhang Qi stood up suddenly, and with a wave of the brass magic sword in his hand, a shadow of an emperor that was identical to the statue appeared behind him!

And those young monks couldn't hold back any longer, and released the golden armored god behind them.

That's right, it's not that they didn't give these refugees a chance, but it's obvious that these refugees don't know the treasures in the mountains, but they can't let go of the scriptures that record evil spirits - and this means that these refugees have a predestined relationship with ghosts , under rounding, it is almost the same as an evil ghost!

What's more, these more than 1 mouths to eat are indeed no different from hungry ghosts.

In the past, the Taiyin Emperor could kill a hundred thousand evil ghosts with one sword. Naturally, they were not as good as the emperor, but it was more than enough to kill these ten thousand hungry ghosts!

What's more, it's not like they haven't done this kind of thing before.

"To subdue demons and ghosts, today is the day!"

Raising the dharma sword head to open the way, Zhang Qi walked out of the mountain temple first.

"All disciples obey the order! Follow me!"

All of a sudden, a group of young monks filed out one after another, and under the leadership of Zhang Qi, they went straight to Zhuangzi at the foot of the mountain.

Even though it was already night, the refugees in Zhuangzi were still reading the second volume of the precious scriptures attentively. While watching the ghosts and monsters killing people in the precious scriptures, they imagined what it would be like if they had this courage At that time, a pitch-black ghost figure gradually appeared behind them.

It was obvious that this time, the refugees had really accomplished something.

But it makes no sense.

When they saw these ferocious sword-wielding monks, these refugees, including the ghosts behind them, wanted to resist desperately—but how could these ghosts who had just condensed, these refugees who had never really made a move, resist Have you ever gotten a real golden armor god?How could he defeat those sharp dharma swords tainted with evil spirit?
With just three or two strokes, the refugees in this wing room were completely killed. His movements were so clean and fast that these refugees didn't even have time to make a sound.

Obviously, the monks of these mountain temples are quite skilled in doing this kind of thing.

"Go! Go to the next room!"

Holding the blood-stained brass dharma sword, Zhang Qi took big strides.

In just a moment, Zhang Qi had already led people to kill five wing rooms in a row, and nearly a hundred Yanzhou refugees fell to their deaths under these magical swords.

These refugees who escaped all the way from Yanzhou probably never dreamed that these immortal elders who were amiable before would suddenly kill them, and their lives, which they managed to escape, were also because of their greed for these immortals. The technique was directly ruined in this Taiyin Mountain.

But at this time, Zhang Qi had already led his men to the door of the sixth wing.

"Master, be careful. The person living in this wing is indeed a leader of this group of refugees. He has more than 300 brave veterans under his command. He seems to be quite courageous, so he may not be easy to deal with."

Just when Zhang Qi was about to break in, a young monk came out to remind him.

But Zhang Qi, who had already killed several people, didn't take it seriously.

"It's just a mere killing of a man, today I want to let him know what it means to be one foot tall and one foot tall!"

As he spoke, the phantom of the emperor behind Zhang Qi grew in the wind, but it was already a foot high in a short while!
That heroic figure hanging in mid-air is really like a fairy descending into the world!
"amazing!"

All the disciples praised him one after another, they had never seen such a mighty scene before.

"amazing!"

The body passed through the roof of the wing, and the dark ghost image, which was several feet high, saw something interesting and silently clapped its hands in admiration.

　In the first update in the afternoon, I was a little tired, and I couldn’t reach [-] words. I went to have dinner again, and then wrote the second update, and my schedule was normal.

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