Pindao's surname is Zhang, his ancestor is Immortal Immortal

Chapter 124 Black Dragon Eclipse! Sajia Wudang Tongxuan!

What intrigue!
What kind of power struggle.

It is not even close to the joy of spiritual practice.

Zhang Yuqing couldn't understand or figure it out.

Martial arts seeks immortality, and practicing qi seeks longevity. If you don't cherish the great road to the sky before you, you waste time on intrigues in power and tactics. I really don't understand the meaning of it.

In the middle of the night, when the night is quiet.

Zhang Yuqing, dressed in a green shirt, stood outside the window of the inn.

The sounds of gentle snoring could be heard from the young monks Jiaheng and Sanbao next door.

Looking around, the moon and stars are sparse, just like daylight.

"As long as the little monk holds Pei Wushuang down, I can also have a glimpse of the blessed land of the real person." He murmured to himself.

When the soul is separated from the body, the luck is sorted out.

……

There are probably some real people who are older than the Yong Dynasty. Their life is a history of time, a stubborn stone in the long river of time.

From time to time he would let out a silly laugh.

When he and Sanbao were wandering around Hanyue Mansion today.

Luck at sea!

Hanyue Mansion Office, Prison Secretary, Daoji Department and Zhao Family Mansion.

Don't forget that Zhang Yuqing is now in the third state of Yuan Shen Transformation, so he can travel at night!
Naturally, he is not yet able to reach the point where he can use his spirit to fly around and travel at night. He can only leave his body for a short night and wander a little farther away, or lose the support of his physical body.

"Black Dragon...Eclipse Sun!"

All five colors are available, and various visions emerge, such as fish, tigers, towers, or green trees...

Below are countless Buddhas, with Bodhisattvas on the left and Arhats on the right.

"I will look at it again with my soul."

In just a moment or three, the soul will melt.

He raised his eyes again, opened and closed his Dharma Eyes, and observed with the Qi Watching Technique. The flow of Qi in the sky of Hanyue Mansion can only be said to be extremely chaotic, with all kinds of Qi intertwined and interspersed!
White, green, black, red, purple...

"Could it be that Hanyue Mansion's disordered luck was caused by him?"

Of course, he didn't dare to peek blatantly, he just glanced at it with his Dharma eyes.

"I respectfully invite you to Buddha Jiaheng."

next door!

You can enter Qingming from the top, and escape from Jiuyou from the bottom.

Anyone who has cultivated himself to the point of reaching heaven and earth can be called a real person.

Zhang Yuqing glanced at the location of Daoji Si, his tone full of fear.

Under such chaotic luck, Zhang Yuqing's qi-gazing technique almost lost its effect.

Opening and closing your Dharma Eyes, what you can see is that there are terrifying qi rising in all directions, which makes people feel horrified.

A black dragon looked down, swallowing the sun.

Zhang Yuqing marked four directions.

Zhang Yuqing's soul stood three feet above his physical body.

His gaze dropped from the sky, and then swept around Hanyue Mansion City.

In addition to appreciating the scenery and people, it is also a chance to get a glimpse of the Hanyue Mansion’s heritage.

Warriors are called martial arts masters, and qi practitioners are called Yuanshen masters.

It is rumored that the master of martial arts can live for a thousand years, and the life of master Yuanshen is even longer.

In the dream, the young monk Jiaheng was wearing Buddha robes and sitting on the lotus platform.

"Especially where the Daoji Department is located, it should be suppressed by a celestial warlock."

The strength of his soul has not yet reached that level.

It would not be an exaggeration to call an existence of this level a land god.

There are also countless monks and common people, chanting the Buddha's words and worshiping devoutly.

Zhang Yuqing was finally able to see through the chaotic sea of ​​luck. For a moment, he caught a glimpse of a terrifying scene. His soul trembled slightly, and a sense of horror and fear suddenly swept through his body.

After a few breaths, the Yuan Shen slowly walked out of the Heavenly Spirit Cover on the third-grade Dao Lotus, wrapped in feathers and shining with golden light. When the Dharma Eyes were opened and closed again, the world became increasingly clear.

Qi practitioners say that three feet above is the place where the gods live, which is the ninth heaven.

Holding Dharma seals with hands, chanting Buddhist scriptures and discussing Buddhist principles.

The little monk Jiaheng snored gently, and a few crystal drops of water flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He sat cross-legged, with his five hearts facing the sky, and silently recited Taoist scriptures.

High in the sky, the power of the wish condenses into groups of colorful clouds, giving Buddha's light to every believer who prays devoutly, dispelling suffering and illness, and bringing happiness to the pure land.

The scene turned and another old monk with long ears was seen walking in front of the Buddha.

He looked shocked, his voice was trembling, but he was also excited and pleased.
"Jiaheng, have you become a Buddha?"

"Yes, Master Abbot."

The young monk Jiaheng smiled, raised his monk's robe shyly, and pointed at the Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Buddhists.
"Master Abbot, you see, these are our believers in the Xuankong Temple."

The long-eared old monk murmured excitedly, "We are all believers of Xuankong Temple, we are all believers of Xuankong Temple!"

"Jiaheng, you have grown up."

Hey Hey…

The young monk was praised by his master.

Click, the dream is broken, and the picture changes again.

Jiaheng went from being a high-level true Buddha to a deviant demon Buddha. He was captured and suppressed by the Bodhisattvas and Arhats, and was escorted to the presence of the World Honored One.

"Little Seng Jiaheng, you have become a demon."

"The only Buddha in the world is the Blessed One, and you are just a false Buddha, a demonic Buddha."

"You disrespect the World Honored One and want to steal the throne of the true Buddha. You should be punished!"

"Be punished, be punished..."

"Dip him in the frying pan...and peel off his skin and bones."

"Pulse the demon Buddha into the land of eternity and suffer the suffering of eternal destruction."

The surrounding Bodhisattvas, female Bodhisattvas, and Arhats frowned angrily, and pointed their fingers at each other, lingering like a demonic sound.

"Master Abbot, help!"

The young monk Jiaheng was so frightened that he lost his mind and cried loudly, "I am not a demon Buddha, I am no longer a Buddha!"

In reality!
The little monk Jiaheng's body was curled up and trembling. He was holding the three tails of the three treasures sleeping next to him and gnawing on them.

Sanbao suddenly woke up in pain and scratched with his claws.

……

"Little monk, what's wrong with your face?"

When he woke up in the morning, Zhang Yuqing saw that the little monk Jiaheng's face had been scratched.

Then he looked at Sanbao thoughtfully. "It's out of the way, it's out of the way."

The young monk Jiaheng touched the back of his bald head and smiled awkwardly.

Thinking back to the bizarre dream I had yesterday.

He felt scared unconsciously and his back felt cold.

How could you never imagine that you would have that kind of dream?

Zhang Yuqing glanced at him and called Sanbao, "Sanbao, come in with me."

"Taoist Priest!"

Sanbao looked reserved.

"Take out your treasure book and I'll ask you about the magic." Zhang Yuqing said.

That treasure book is the only spiritual treasure in the blessed land of Yuyang Mountain and River. It is so mysterious that the shelf is too high and people have to worship it devoutly.

Since the last time I was asked a question by Zhang Yuqing, I was down.

It didn't even want to answer Zhang Yuqing's various questions.

San Bao took out the treasure book from his arms, folded his hands and bowed, "Precious book, treasure book, the Taoist priest wants to ask you a question."

The brilliance of the treasure book flashed, and the pages were opened, and it was written:
"How much is Wu equal to?"

Very persistent!
"Infinite." Zhang Yuqing responded.

"What is infinity?" The handwriting on the treasure book changed.

"Infinite is one and complete, and it is also the foundation of Tao! Enlightenment can lead to transcendence and reach the other shore. You will not understand it at your level." Zhang Yuqing answered seriously.

"You teach me."

"It depends on your performance."

The handwriting on the page changed, "I ask the Immortal to ask questions."

"Oh, a kid can be taught." Zhang Yuqing scolded him arrogantly and asked,
"Is there any form-changing technique in the inheritance of Yuyang Blessed Land?"

"There are three kinds of spells from low level to high level. Which one does the Immortal need?"

"High-end."

"The high-level shape-changing spell of Yuyang Blessed Land is called the art of fetal transformation. It can change the body, bones, and shape. When practiced to the extreme, it can even change the bones and reverse the innate ability."

Zhang Yuqing scanned the lines of writing on the treasure book, his eyes shining brightly.

The fetus changes shape! What a transformation!
This is one of the thirty-six Tiangang techniques of Taoism.

Appeared here unexpectedly.

It can be seen that the inheritance of alchemists comes from Qi practitioners.

"The fetus changes shape, and the mystery can be deep or shallow. The mediocre can use it to change shape, while the Qi practitioner can understand the innate principles from it, the beginning of one yuan."

"The small Yuyang Blessed Land actually has such a profound heritage."

Zhang Yuqing was extremely surprised.

He remembered the art of fetal transformation in his heart, placed the three treasures in Yuyang Blessed Land, and then changed places to start practicing this art.

In two days, the results were obvious.

As the bones and skin on Zhang Yuqing's body squirmed.

In the blink of an eye, he changed from his original appearance to a rough, muscular man. His height and temperament also changed. Even Zhang Yucheng couldn't tell his true identity.

"Cough cough..."

Moistening his throat, he said in a rough voice,
"Sajia Wudang Tongxuan, the Jianghu people gave me the nickname, Ba Fist!"

.......
Another day!
With the opening of Qitian Wudi.

The huge Hanyue Mansion was also immersed in a noisy and overflowing atmosphere.

The streets were decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the people eagerly went there.

Many warriors from various places and counties gathered in this vast ancient city.

Su Xuan was also looking forward to it, constantly scanning the crowd.

But Zhang Yuqing was nowhere to be seen.

"It's impossible. He won't really come."

As time went by, Su Xuan gradually became anxious.

He didn't tell his master Qi Shihou about Zhang Yuqing's arrival at Hanyue Mansion. Only he knew about his senior sister Shangguan Hongxiu.

The three-day appointment has ended.

But the other party has not been seen for a long time.

"Oh, I guess Su Xuan has misjudged the person."

He sighed softly, disappointed but still hopeful.

Maybe, maybe, this guy always arrives at the last moment!
He was sitting alone in a restaurant and drinking wine.

At this time, a tall man with a body as thick as an iron tower was sitting opposite Su Xuan, minding his own business.

"There is someone sitting here!"

Su Xuan was furious and scolded him rudely.

"Oh, why can't the Sa family sit in this place where others are sitting?" Zhang Yuqing's voice was like thunder, and he was full of heroic spirit.
"Shop, bring me the strongest wine. If it's not strong, you won't pay."

Su Xuan's tone was cold, "Let me warn you again, don't be ignorant of good and evil."

As he spoke, he took out the Demon Slayer Division's waist card and slapped it on the table.

Generally speaking, the reputation of the Demon Slayer Division is quite good.

But, that's generally speaking...

Zhang Yuqing glanced at it lightly and laughed in his heart, "Why, if you use the Demon Slayer Division's brand to scare the Sajia, what should the Sajia have to fear?"

"The Sa family heard that there is a man named Shangguan Hongxiu in the Demon Slaying Department. He is not bad looking. I wonder if he is moisturized or not?"

I heard the other party humiliating Senior Sister Shangguan.

Su Xuan's anger could no longer be endured, his eyes were cold, and he shouted violently,
"Arrogant fanatic, you are looking for death."

He punched Zhang Yuqing in the head, venting his anger.

But Zhang Yuqing just raised his hand gently and pressed his fingertips against Su Xuan's fist seal, removing his Zhenqi attack, like an unshakable mountain.

Su Xuan's expression suddenly changed, and he was surprised by the opponent's strength.

The next second I heard Zhang Yuqing's familiar voice in my heart,
"it's me!"

His pupils tightened and he looked at Zhang Yuqing in disbelief.

Wink, and the other person will wink.

Looking at each other, the password is correct, no doubt!

"Hahaha... Your Excellency is really talented. I am the Demon Slayer Secretary Su Xuan. Do you know your name?" Su Xuan clasped his fists and laughed.

"Sajia Wudang Tongxuan, the Jianghu people gave me the nickname, Ba Fist!"

Zhang Yuqing clasped his fists and smiled meaningfully.

(End of this chapter)