Dominate Xiantu

Chapter 62

Suddenly, something flew out of Wang Chenghao's arms, and a dazzling golden light shone in the midair.It was the gift Xiaobai gave him at that time.

"Squeak!" Xiaobai squeaked.Seems to say it's mine.

The severed arm in the jade box suddenly glowed and rose into the air by itself. The two met and reflected each other.After the golden light shone, the broken pen and the treasure merged into one, and a complete pen appeared in front of the two of them.

Wang Chenghao stretched out his hand to pick up the pen, countless golden lights shook his mind, and the words all over the sky flew around in his mind with scorching golden lights.The tip of the pen actually shone golden.

After a while, the golden light was subdued, and everything was as it was before.

Zhang Fugui showed joy, as if letting go of the burden in his heart, he said: "Sure enough, the young man is destined, so, the old man's wish has been fulfilled, and the 300-year deadline has come, I have no regrets!"

Wang Chenghao was completely shocked by what happened in front of him. He began to feel that there seemed to be some inevitable connection between some things in the dark, otherwise why such a coincidence?

Wang Chenghao was in a daze for a moment, then cupped his fists to thank him and said: "Old man, I don't know how the predecessors planned. Since this thing is destined for the boy, the boy should also fulfill the words of the predecessors. I don't know what the good fortune is. The boy has scriptures in hand." Department, as a special gift to my husband."

After finishing speaking, with a thought, countless papers floated out from the storage bag. These papers are precious papers that the Sect Master of Shuhua Sect has stored for hundreds of years, and have special power.Thinking about how the Huazong of Shuhua dominated the East hundreds of years ago, the treasure paper that the master of a sect carried with him must be the best.

The book of chaos trembled slightly in Wang Chenghao's mind, and countless words were flying and agitated. He moved his pen like flying, and silently wrote out "Nine Flowers", "Ksitigarbha", "Infinite", "Surangama" and other Taoist treasures one by one.

The handwriting fell on the paper, and the golden light shone, filling the sky with fragrance, turning into golden lotuses all over the room.Zhang Fugui opened his mouth wide, he was shocked by this scene: What... what's going on here?
Wang Chenghao, who was writing vigorously, fell into a strange feeling like enlightenment. He didn't feel the external situation at all, and only wanted to vent the resonance between himself and the words in the form of scriptures.

In just an hour, dozens of Taoist scriptures were written one by one, and the room was full of golden light.

After Wang Chenghao finished writing, he slowly opened his eyes, and an unprecedented understanding surged into his heart.It seems that there is some kind of telepathy between these words and him, very kind, very kind, as kind as Long Lingjian.

He put this magic pen into the storage bag.Thinking that this might have something to do with Gusu Xiaoxiao, the patriarch of Shu Huazong who died unexpectedly hundreds of years ago, as to whether it was murder or something else, it is unknown.

The high-intensity writing made him feel a little tired, so he silently read the "Essentials of Vitality" several times, and it seemed that his spirit had recovered a lot.

Wang Chenghao thought for a while and said: "Old man, this "Essentials of Vitality" is not useless, it is really a unique skill. However, this unique skill is not for killing, but for health preservation. These Daozang should be what the old man said. Good fortune. Coupled with this Daoist collection, using writing to attack and kill, this method is written killing. It should be enough to protect the villagers."

"That's it, I thank you young hero!" Just now, he was shocked by what happened before him, and when he heard that it could be attacked and killed, and knew that it was a peerless treasure technique, Zhang Fugui was overjoyed and wanted to kneel down to thank him.

Wang Chenghao hurriedly helped him up, and said: "Zhousha boy, although I don't know why the predecessors arranged it like this, since there is a destiny, let's pass it on for the predecessors."

Zhang Fugui happily picked up those papers, treating them as treasures.Gradually comprehend the mystery of the characters in Dao Zang, a mysterious and mysterious feeling fills the whole body.

Not long after, Zhang Fugui's whole body shone brightly, and the pure vitality accumulated in his body suddenly bloomed, and his complexion began to rapidly become younger, from a gray-haired, staggering, dying old man, his hair gradually turned black, turning into a High-spirited middle age.

Zhang Fugui was overjoyed, his face was full of excitement, and he muttered in his mouth: "Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, there is such a mystery. Young hero, young hero, please be respected by this old man!"

Wang Chenghao hurriedly supported him, "Old man, you're such a brat."

Zhang Fugui said excitedly: "Don't give up, don't give up, the young hero's kindness, the kindness is recreated, the old man is on behalf of the whole village to thank the young hero for his kindness in teaching art."

Wang Chenghao shook his head and said: "Why did the old man say that? This thing was originally said by the gods and men hundreds of years ago. It is to thank you for the kindness of guarding this place for hundreds of years. It is specially taught and has nothing to do with the boy. Really Speaking of which, the boy still needs to thank the old man."

"Hahaha, young man, let's stop thanking you, let's go! Go up to eat!" The middle-aged Zhang Fugui took Wang Chenghao's hand and walked out of the stone room excitedly.

"Old lady, have you eaten yet? I'm starving to death!" Zhang Fugui said excitedly.

"Crack!" The bowl fell to the ground.

"You are?" The old woman came tremblingly, and asked in surprise.

"It's me, it's me, old woman!" Zhang Fugui hugged his gray-haired wife in surprise.Seeing this warm scene, Wang Chenghao quietly backed out.

"You are rich, are you rich?"

"It's me! It's me!"

"Why are you like this, you're young? Ouch, put me down, I'm dizzy..."

Zhang Fugui put down his wife in a panic, and said: "Thanks to the young man for his help, young man, let me introduce you, this is my wife...Young man?"

Zhang Fugui turned around and saw that Wang Chenghao who was by the door had disappeared.

"Young hero?" Zhang Fugui rushed out of the yard and looked around, but there was no figure there.

Wang Chenghao walked around the village, found a way out of the village, and walked away quietly.

As the night fell, the small village was already quiet, and the occasional lights lit up the tranquility here.

Zhang Fugui stood in the yard, looked into the distance, and murmured: "Young hero, I am grateful for this kindness. I can't repay you for this old man. I can only hang a tablet for the young hero at home, praying for the young hero day and night, and praying for God's blessing." You have a safe trip!"

After finishing speaking, a ray of crystal light radiated from the top of Zhang Fugui's head, and disappeared into the sky.

If Wang Chenghao felt something, he raised his head and glanced at the sky. It seemed that the stars had moved just now?
Of course, Wang Chenghao didn't know that the village here was finally renamed Chengdezhuang to commemorate his kindness. Every family in the village put up longevity cards and prayed day and night.

With Daozang written by Wang Chenghao, this village glows with infinite vitality, and everyone becomes young and energetic.The vitality accumulated for countless years turned into vitality to nourish the whole body, and the words of Daozang took root in the mind.In the earliest days, Wang Chenghao's method of attacking the enemy with fonts fell into everyone's eyes. This is the strength of the master.

All the prayers turned into a mysterious force was absorbed by Mingxing, and Wang Chenghao's Mingxing accelerated recovery.But all this, he does not know.

He was walking on the way out, eating and sleeping in the open, running around day and night.

(End of this chapter)