Refining Demons to Become a Taoist: Refining 108,000 Insects at the Beginning

The Blue Lotus Monk's magical power took effect, and he personally concealed the truth, saving Chen Ming the trouble of the Lotus Temple.

Although after the death of Monk Jie Ding, his disciples lost their backers, they were Buddhist disciples after all.

The internal struggles were all family affairs behind closed doors. When facing the outside world, they still had to be of the same blood to survive.

The Blue Lotus Monk clasped his hands together and said, "Since I have already untied the barriers with my fellow Taoists, I will not hide it from you!"

"The ghost cultivator in the city will not be safe in the temple!

I stayed here and did not kill him directly, not out of mercy.

But the Old Crow Temple in the city has been set up by the disciples of the Shenxiao Sect!"

"Shenxiao Sect?" Chen Ming had never heard of this sect.

Seeing that Chen Ming had never heard of the Shenxiao Sect, the Blue Lotus Monk explained.

The Shenxiao Sect was once very prominent, and the founder of the sect had cultivated to the Guiyuan realm, saw through the illusion of life and death, and left this area.

Later, although Shenxiao Sect had several people who had reached the Condensation Realm, no one could achieve the Return to Origin Realm, let alone see through the illusion of life and death.

Shenxiao Sect is now only supported by a leader who is at the Condensation Realm.

Not to mention Shenxiao Sect, there are only a few sects with a long history in this area, and perhaps there are powerful people at the Return to Origin Realm.

Now in this area, achieving the Condensation Realm is already considered a great achievement.

It is even more rare to go further in the Condensation Realm and cultivate the great supernatural powers of the three fairies of the Wanfa Sect!

Even so, the three fairies of the Wanfa Sect did not achieve the Return to Origin and are still at the Condensation Realm.

The Blue Lotus Monk saw that some disciples of Shenxiao Sect had arranged means in Jinyang City, and did not want to offend the relationship between Lotus Temple and Shenxiao Sect, so he did not take action directly.

After all, Shenxiao Sect was glorious in the past, had a foundation, and had some face and favors.

If you do too much, it will not look good.

After hearing this, Chen Ming's face changed slightly, and he thought to himself, "I never thought there would be such a thing!"

"Fellow Daoist Situ still owes that old crow a favor, so I got the help of the Mountain God Yellow Book she gave me and escaped a disaster. If I watch that old crow die, it would not be beautiful!"

Chen Ming's thoughts turned, and he said to the Blue Lotus Monk:

"The ghost cultivator who entered the temple came from the Cangmang Mountain and I know him. Why don't you go with me to watch the ceremony and see the methods of the Shenxiao Sect?"

The Blue Lotus Monk didn't know what he was planning, and he smiled and chanted a Buddhist name and agreed.

The two of them arrived in front of the newly built Old Crow Temple in Jinyang City soon.

The ghost cultivator Wuhun, I don't know where he learned the method, and blended some incense into the soul-snatching wind he refined.

Reversed the spell and blew it out, and the soul-snatching wind turned into the soul-soothing wind.

The mortals in front of the Old Crow Temple blew the soul-soothing wind, and they all benefited from it. The minor disasters and illnesses on their bodies disappeared, and they felt much more relaxed.

The mortals benefited from it, and they became more pious, and they produced a lot of incense and fell on the black soul.

The black soul got the incense and refined it, and the lost mana gradually recovered.

In addition to blowing the wind, the black soul also made many mysterious means. After working for most of the day, the mortal ceremony was finally completed.

"Invite the gods into the temple!"

The temple priest of the Old Crow Temple recited the prayer, arranged the offerings, and lit the incense and candles.

Then someone carried a statue covered with red cloth into the temple and placed the statue on the altar.

The black soul then possessed the statue, waiting for the moment to return to its place, absorbing the strong incense and transforming its body into a god's Dharma body.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the statue fell, a purple light suddenly shone from the altar, and in an instant it turned into a chain, entwining the statue.

Wu Hun was not prepared and hurried away, but the purple light chain spread and entangled Wu Hun.

The purple light suddenly increased and tightened, Wu Hun felt pain and cried out in pain!

The purple light chain seemed to be specifically aimed at ghost cultivators without a body. Wu Hun could not even maintain his human form, and turned into an illusory old crow, crying in pain!

"Evil beast, an old crow ghost dares to enter the temple to become a god!"

A sharp shout came from the temple keeper.

The temple keeper flashed with purple light, revealing his true face. He was the disciple of Shenxiao Sect, called Fu Yunzi.

Fu Yunzi was dressed in gorgeous robes, stepped on Gangbu, and pinched the magic formula with his hands. The purple light chain tightly bound Wu Hun.

No matter how Wu Hun struggled, it was useless.

At this time, Chen Ming and the Blue Lotus Monk had already arrived at the temple and saw this scene.

"The Shenxiao Sect has a magical power called the 'Purple Light Soul Trapping Book', which is specifically aimed at ghosts and gods. If ghosts and gods are included in the book, they can be driven by themselves, and the lives of ghosts and gods are out of their control!"

When the Blue Lotus Monk saw the purple light chain that bound Wuhun, he recognized the magical power used by Fuyunzi.

Chen Ming took a look and saw that Fuyunzi was a cultivator in the visualization realm. He was able to subdue Wuhun by secretly arranging and using magical powers.

If Wuhun had been prepared, he would not have fallen to this point.

Chen Ming turned his magic power and was about to light up the poisonous smoke to save Wuhun.

The Blue Lotus Monk's eyebrows jumped, and he stopped Chen Ming, saying: "Once the smoke comes out, Fuyunzi will not be able to resist it, and he will offend the Shenxiao Sect. It is not appropriate to make enemies everywhere. Let me persuade him first!"

"Okay!" Chen Ming said after collecting the poisonous smoke.

The Blue Lotus Monk revealed his aura, and the Buddha's light shone.

Fu Yunzi sensed it and recognized him.

He bowed and said, "I'm here to meet the Blue Lotus Divine Monk. I'll take this evil beast and leave. I know that your Lotus Temple has taken a fancy to the incense of Jinyang City and wants to build a branch temple here!"

The Blue Lotus Monk chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Fuyunzi, this old crow came from the Cangmang Mountain and has never done evil in the outside world. Please let him go once!"

Although Fuyunzi is at the level of visualization, he has been glorious before and has seen many people at the level of concentration. Knowing that he is a disciple of the Shenxiao Sect, he also speaks kindly.

He sneered and said, "The Divine Monk is a bit too much. My ancestor is at the Guiyuan Realm. What realm is your ancestor?"

The Blue Lotus Monk twitched his mouth, chanted a Buddhist name, and said:

"Fuyunzi, if you don't listen to my good words, forget it. I have done my best. Even if your ancestor comes, you can't say that my Lotus Temple will not save our fellow Taoists!"

After that, the Blue Lotus Monk stepped aside and kept silent.

Chen Ming stepped forward, the bone magic pot in his hand exuded pressure, and said: "The monk, remember to use the magic power of covering up just now!"

"Another cultivator in the Concentration Realm, do you want to persuade me too?"

"My ancestor is in the Return to Origin Realm, what realm is your ancestor in?"

"Today, I will definitely take this old crow ghost!"

Fuyunzi pinched the magic formula in his hand, and the purple light chain shone brightly, and the black soul rolled around in pain.

Although the black soul turned into the shape of an old crow ghost, his mind was still clear.

He cried out, which turned into a cry for help, miserable and sad: "It hurts me so much, Taoist friend, help me!"