Evil Dao Ghost Confucian Demon Monk

Chapter 88 Two Chess Pieces, One Wooden Fish

The old sad wind suddenly laughed, shook his head and said: "It seems that we don't have the fate of master and apprentice. If I teach you, it will be a misleading disciple. Even if you are in the god-given orifice, you can't achieve great achievements.

The bitter old bald donkey is a cultivator with the spiritual root of fire and earth, but his practice is a bit peculiar, so he must teach it by precept and example.However, he is practicing closed mantra and cannot move at this moment, so how can he teach you?Well, let me tell him and see what he thinks. "

Beifeng Laodao nodded between his eyebrows, his brows immediately darkened, and his eyes seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping.The old man immediately turned into a sleepy look.

Strangely, the bitter monk who was bound by the wisteria also opened his eyes at this time.

The old Beifeng yawned, and told the story of Wang Jitu to the monk next to him who was not sober, before he asked: "This kid also has dual spiritual roots of fire and earth, how can I practice with you?"

Monk Zhiku's eyelids trembled, and he forced himself to take a look at Wang Jitu.

These are a pair of cloudy eyes, but there seems to be a silver needle hidden in the pupils, which makes Wang Jitu's whole body hurt and tremble.

This feeling is fleeting, come and go quickly.Looking at the old monk again, he is nothing more than an old man on the verge of death.

The bitter monk shook his head, not intending to accept disciples at all.Instead, he pointed to the sky with his fingers.

The old Beifeng was extremely sleepy, but he still scolded: "He can go out to practice, he went out a long time ago, so there is no need to ask you here!"

But at this moment, the bitter monk pointed at Wang Jitu with his left hand, and a sandalwood seal emerged from Wang Jitu's forehead.

Seeing this, Taoist Master Beifeng immediately shouted: "I didn't even notice it. It's wonderful, I didn't expect it, Wang Sanwa, you boy and the bald donkey are really a family. Those who have this kind of 'incense of passing on merit' must be big temples." Ah. Alas! The world is mysterious, I will find a way to get you out, I can't let you waste your life here."

Wang Jitu stared, wondering: "Didn't you say you can't get out?"

"There is no road in the world, and it becomes a road when people come out." The old sad wind raised his brows and said slowly.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Wang Jitu didn't understand.

"The solution is figured out. If you don't use your brain, how can you come up with a solution?" Sad Feng Laodao taught, he lowered his head, and the wrinkles on his forehead were squeezed together again, muttering: "You are different from us, You are not bound by the Gu vines, and you don't have to bear the responsibility of controlling the evil beasts of Huangquan. As long as you think about it, there will be a way to send you away."

When Beifeng Laodao was thinking, there seemed to be endless sleepiness in the eyes of the Zhiku monk, and he was about to close his eyes immediately.But before going to bed, he swiped his finger and gently touched the purple Gu vine.

The relationship between the Gu vine and the monk is obviously better than that of the old Taoist, the two emerald leaves on it whirled around, and very obediently turned the head of the bitter monk.It was originally tied upside down, but now it is hanging upside down, and there is still a broken wooden mallet hooked in the hand of the Zhiku monk.

Sad Feng Lao Dao glanced at Zhiku Monk in astonishment, slapped his head and said, "Think about it. Wang Sanwa, do you know what 'upside down' means in Sanskrit? Haha, it means 'Yu Lan'. Obon Festival. With that treasure here, maybe there is a chance for you to go out. You can practice with peace of mind, kid, it seems that you have to wait until the day when the evil beast in the underworld breathes out before you can help you."

While Wang Jitu was waiting for the opening of the god-given orifice, apart from giving some pointers on his practice, Beifeng Laodao could not stop talking about the rest of the time.He told him many strange experiences of cultivating immortals.

From the ancient barbarian spirits to the barbaric witch clan, from the South China Sea monster world to the Gu region of the Miao border.

It turns out that the world of cultivating immortals is also colorful.In addition to the Dharma inheritance of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, there are many strange and strange ancient inheritances in this world.

These inheritances are not useless, and there were signs of a hundred schools of thought contending in their heyday, but later the aura of heaven and earth was thin, which resulted in the loss of many immortal arts.

But there are two sects that can always covertly continue their inheritance.These two schools are the two schools of witchcraft and Gu.

Gu art is miraculous, witchcraft is strange, these two do not penetrate the way of heaven, but only understand nature.

Witchcraft people can't gain eternal life forever when they practice.But there are also some people who have a long lifespan by chance.In addition, there are two strange spells that monks can't figure out.As a result, the Miaojiang Gu Territory and the Manghuang Wu Territory became forbidden areas for monks. It is rumored that several island countries in the South China Sea are also full of people from the Wu Clan.

There is also the wild land, where the ancient barbarian spirits ruled. When it was prosperous, it was comparable to the world of cultivating immortals, but then it became depressed for some reason.

There are many natural treasures and wild relics in the wild land, even the local indigenous barbarians are very strange in themselves.However, most of the creatures in that place are violent and murderous, and monks will not easily provoke them.

As for the demons, ghosts, and evil monks who are despised by the orthodox way, the sad wind and the old way have nothing but praise for the great heroes in the way of the devil.The comments on other monks are just a passing word.It's just that their cultivation methods are also worthwhile. Although there are many heretics, their conduct may not be treacherous and evil.

On the contrary, the monster race is pitiful. On the body of the monster beast, most of them have the materials needed for the cultivation of the family, and thus cause trouble for the upper body.

The monster race has been strangled by the monks all year round, and there are many monster races on the land, which have been extinct in the slaughter of the monks.There are also many monsters domesticated by immortal practitioners to become spirit beasts.

As for the monsters that survived and can still maintain their wildness, they are just lingering.There are very few big monsters appearing on the land, only in areas with very harsh conditions, there are tyrannical monsters.On the contrary, it is the sea monsters who can maintain the continuation of their race because they live in the deep sea. Among them, the sea monster world is the most powerful.Even immortal cultivators dare not easily set foot in the deep sea to hunt.

Time flies by, and the day when the evil beast in the underworld breathes is approaching.

Sad Feng Laodao also changed his usual long-winded temper, and sighed every day.

Wang Jitu tried to enlighten him, but he couldn't, so he just sat aside and practiced quietly. After he practiced evil spirit, his hair was completely emptied, the top of his head was smooth, and his face was white and tender, which saved him the need to shave his hair.

Although shaving in Buddhism is a formality, it reminds monks to let go of the inextricable ties of the world, not to be disturbed by everything in the world, and to work hard to practice diligently.

Wang Jitu may not be able to let go of everything in the world, but his mind is getting quieter and quieter. Even if there are sighs in his ears from time to time, he still thinks that the breeze is blowing, his mind is stable, and he is about to fall into samadhi.

"Oops, why did I forget about this?" Old Sad Feng slapped his head, and impatiently took out two things from his pocket.

Wang Jitu was taken aback by him, and stopped practicing. He saw that the old Taoist was holding two Go pieces, one black and one white.

"I have been stubborn since I was a child, and I don't like to do things that follow the rules. I always think, why do I have to behave in a good manner? Why do I have to be bound by those rules?" Daoist Beifeng blew his beard and stared, with a proud face said, but turned to sigh: "I don't want to spend my whole life on the word 'rules'. After I practiced well, I fell in love with Go for some reason. The way of chess is bound by countless rules, but I love it all my life. Extremely, even the favorite magic weapon refined by practice is on the chessboard.

It's a pity that my 'Heaven and Earth Astrolabe' was all broken up during the process of resisting the evil spirit, and only these two chess pieces are still usable.I don't have anything to sell when I'm parting, so I'll give this to you. "

Wang Jitu took the two chess pieces and played with them in his hands, but he couldn't see what was in them at all.

Daoist Beifeng saw him like this, and immediately scolded: "You have eyes but don't know gold inlaid with jade." His fingers dimmed with a mysterious light, and there were some white chess pieces.

The chess pieces suddenly shone brightly, and Wang Jitu's hands trembled, and the chess pieces fell to the ground.

When he leaned over to pick up the white chess, he only felt that Jin Lie was implied in the white chess, as if what he held in his hand was not a chess piece, but thousands of precious swords.The sword pointed horizontally, looking at the world with disdain, no one dared to try.

Wang Jitu looked at the chess pieces again, they were still ordinary, but there was a golden light hidden in them, Wang Jitu knew that what Beifeng Laodao gave was not something easy.

As a result, Wang Jitu did not dare to underestimate another sunspot.

When he raised his palm and looked closely, he saw that the black chess piece was obviously an ordinary black stone, but it was full of water vapor, as if it contained the momentum of the sea, the tide ebbed and flowed, and the waves were surging, but it could burst the embankment at any time , causing turbulent waves, and angry waves crashing on the shore.

Wang Jitu murmured: "This thing is not much better than the darts of the female ghost of Yuzui Tower?"

"Bah!" Daoist Beifeng spat out and cursed: "That thing dares to compare with mine, aren't you comparing the light of a firefly with a bright moon?"

Wang Jitu stood aside in embarrassment and smirked, but he was not stupid, he clenched his hands tightly and showed no intention of returning the chess pieces.

Although Wang Jitu didn't calculate the date, it was the fifteenth day of the seventh month.The evil beast of Huangquan suddenly became restless, and even the god-given orifice trembled from time to time.

At this moment, Monk Zhiku blinked his eyes and opened them suddenly, very awake, without any signs of sleepiness.

"It is said that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl on both sides of the Milky Way meet at Magpie Bridge on the seventh day of July. It is really affectionate, romantic and lovesick." The old monk said with a cold snort: "The old monk and I can only see each other soberly on the [-]th of July, the Ghost Festival. On the one hand. To spread the word, not only is it not a good story, but also spoils the scenery. Who wants to stare at a wrinkled old monk without any interest when awake. If Wang Sanwa, you boy, is really lucky, don’t forget Get a few erotic pictures for me to see, it is said that Fusang Island is the most famous thing. Oh, forget it, forget it, it’s up to you whether you can come here in the future or not, it’s up to you.”

Sad Feng Lao Dao didn't know that although his words were unintentional, they were planted deeply in Wang Jitu's heart like a seed.

The sad wind old man said the past, the bitter monk nodded, and stretched out his hand easily.Seeing that the old man Beifeng couldn't help feeling jealous, he slapped the Gu vines on his body hard, and said cursingly: "Didn't I cut you a knife when I wanted to turn into a Gu? It takes so long to hold grudges, seeing how you treat the old monk like this!" Well, I hate it so much."

The Gu vine shook its head against the two emerald green round leaves, ignored the old man, but kept spinning around the black turtle shell, not knowing what it was doing.

The old Beifeng was so angry that he turned his head to look at the bitter monk, who had already taken out a wooden fish.The wooden fish is tattered, and there are cracks and deep ravines everywhere.

(End of this chapter)