Chapter 21 Heart Zen Pavilion

The cultivation of the ghost Taoist priest and the sitting virtual monk was originally between May 5th. Now the ghost Taoist priest has temporarily lost the golden skull, and his strength is going to decline a little, but the sitting virtual monk just broke the nine palace gossip array laid by the ghost Taoist priest with magic power, so now the two are still equal.

The two's cultivation is almost the same, and it's not the first time they have fought. Both sides are familiar with each other's spells. They can only give up their magic spells. One holds a white bone soul prayer flag, and the other holds a water mill Zen stick, using magic power as magic power. You and I have been fighting together, but they have always been blocked by soldiers. You attacked and defended me, but you didn't What suspense. If there is any suspense, it is that today the virtual monk came to find the ghost Taoist priest desperately!

The virtual monk has been chasing ghost Taoist priests for more than two years. Not only is it useless, but many people have been killed and injured by ghost Taoists. As the saying goes, I don't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me. The sitting monk is very guilty, so today he met a ghost Taoist priest. Even if he is desperate, he will kill the ghost Taoist priest to death.

The ghost Taoist priest doesn't know, and he has been thinking about how to get out. Such a desperate life, a survival, is almost the same, and the ghost Taoist priest has gradually fallen behind. But if you work too hard, there will be a leak. The ghost Taoist priest found such an empty place, waved the white bone soul flag and rushed to the lower abdomen of the sitting monk. If the monk wants to avoid it, he must give up attacking the ghost Taoist priest, or dodge or block it, so that the ghost Taoist priest can escape.

But beyond the expectation of the ghost Taoist priest, the sitting monk did not avoid or block. Instead, he patted a Zen stick on his shoulder with the method of exchanging injuries. Then the two figures flew out backwards. Only now did the ghost Taoist priest understand that the dead monk wanted to fight with himself and immediately wanted to escape. But just when the ghost Taoist priest wanted to escape from the battlefield, suddenly the golden light in front of him was great, and his magical power disappeared.

Looking at the sitting monk, the sitting monk is now sitting in the void, with his hands folded, his eyes are closed, and his face is solemn. There are words in his mouth, which means to become a Buddha, but his shoulders are still bleeding, which is a little bad. Above the head of the ghost Taoist priest, there is a golden octagonal pavilion floating. It is not accurate to say that it is a pavilion, because there are two golden doors between its load-bearing columns, so it is more like the top layer of a pagoda.

Now this small pavilion is golden and covers the ghost Taoist priest in the middle. The ghost Taoist priest only feels peaceful in his heart. Need not to mention magic magic, he can't even lift any strength. It seems that he is now in the world of bliss and just wants to have a good sleep! The ghost Taoist priest knew the secret method of sitting on the virtual monk at this time, but now he really can't resist and doesn't know what to do.

It was also difficult for the monk to support this spell. Soon his head sweated. At this time, a golden light flew from the place where Yi Qianxiang fought with the golden head. This was the golden light that the golden skull attacked Yi Qianxiang and was biased by Yi Qianxiang. Coincidentally, the golden light hit the golden pavilion sacrificed by the virtual monk. The golden pavilion was hit by the golden light. Instead of shaking, the golden light was more prosperous, but the sitting monk spit out a mouthful of blood in the void. The ghost Taoist priest who was originally bathed in the golden light suddenly jumped up and began to wave the soul flag, constantly emitting black smoke from the soul flag.

Yi Qianxiang didn't notice the situation there, but the ghost noticed it. He immediately left Yi Qianxiang and flew to the sitting monk and ghost Taoist priest. Yi Qianxiang was thinking about how to fight with this golden head. When he saw this head running back, he was afraid that he was going to support the ghost Taoist priest, so Yi Qianxiang also used the skill of controlling the wind and flying and flew towards the battlefield.

Yi Qianxiang's cultivation was limited, and after all, he was still a step slower. When he arrived, the golden head hidden by the ghost had spewed out another golden light, but to Yi Qianxiang's expectation was not to the sitting monk, but to the pavilion suspended in mid-air. When the golden light hit the pavilion, the virtual monk finally couldn't sit still and fell from the void, and the golden light from the pavilion was even more dazzling. The ghost Taoist priest trapped in the middle also waved the white bone soul flag more diligently, and the white bone soul flag began to slowly turn black.

When Yi Qianxiang saw that the sitting virtual monk fell to the ground, there was blood in front of him, and he didn't care about the golden head. He flew directly to the side of the sitting virtual monk and helped the sitting virtual monk and said, "Master, it doesn't matter?"

The virtual monk sighed and said, "It's okay." Then he looked at the pavilion floating in pain and said, "It's fate to suffer from this, alas--"

Yi Qianxiang also looked at the pavilion. Now the golden head has sprayed a second golden light on the pavilion, but this golden light is not comparable to the golden light that attacks Yi Qianxiang. Sure enough, after meeting the golden light, the pavilion immediately dazzling like a golden sun, shining here like day, and even the moon and stars in the sky could not be seen.

Yi Qianxiang instinctively lowered his head and dared not look directly at the pavilion. He lost his voice and said, "Master, what's going on at this time?"

Before the sitting monk answered, he heard a tragic cry from the ghost Taoist priest in the golden light. Yi Qianxiang followed the sound. The white bone soul prayer flag in the hand of the ghost Taoist priest had disappeared, and the ghost Taoist priest was rolling on the ground in pain. Then I saw the golden head staggering to the west.

As soon as the monk saw that the golden skull was about to run, he immediately threw out the rosary beads on his neck - when he had just fightd with the ghost Taoist priest, he had already hung the rosary of his left hand on his neck. After the rosary took action, it accurately trapped the golden skull. It was inappropriate to say that it was not to trap it. It should be that the rosary turned into a circle, and then circled the golden skull in the moment, and then the golden skull could not move. When the virtual monk's formula was pinched, the skull was pulled back.

The skull seemed to want to struggle, but it could only vibrate in a small range. Of course, Yi Qianxiang would not miss such an opportunity. His right hand bounced three times into the golden head, and then there were three more holes in the golden head. It was too late for the monk to say anything to stop it. Yi Qianxiang bounced through these three times and seemed to have turned over three mountains. He immediately sat down next to the virtual monk and adjusted his breath as if no one else was there. It seemed that these three "finger magic power" consumed Yi Qianxiang a lot of strength.

After the golden skull was bounced into three holes, a trace of black gas dispersed from the hole. The sitting monk's hands folded again, muttering in Sanskrit that Yi Qianxiang could not understand. The string of rosary beads not only rotated in the sky, but also began to flip from all angles. In a moment, it became a black The black ball-shaped, and there is no trace of a golden head.

Yi Qianxiang's time to enter is very short, because he knows that there are still masters fighting next to him, and it is difficult to ensure that he will not be affected by the master's fight. If it hadn't been for the three finger magic power just now, he wouldn't have dared to meditate here. Of course, one of the important reasons why he dares to meditated is that he is surrounded by this virtual monk. Just now, he heard a Zen singing in Dingzhong, but because the time was too short, he didn't feel it well. Now as soon as he woke up, he heard the sitting virtual monk chanting Buddhist scriptures in words he couldn't understand, so he thought that the Zen singing just now was made by the old monk beside him.

The current situation does not allow Yi Qianxiang to think more. In this short time, the ghost Taoist priest in the golden light has spread his head, his robe is shabby, and his face is wrinkled, as if the ghost Taoist priest has aged more than 100 years in a moment. But the ghost Taoist priest was particularly quiet and did not move at all. He just put on a five-hearted posture and sat in the golden light.

The golden head can no longer hold on in the rosary of the virtual monk. The cultivation of the ghost shadow is not as good as sitting on the virtual monk. In addition, it has been refined by the ghost Taoist priest for a long time, and its strength is not one. Although it has been helped by the golden head, the golden light just now has consumed too much of the original power of the golden head, and it is powerless to support it at this moment. The ghost was already desperate. In desperation, he chose to end his ghost journey and blew himself up.

The difference between self-exploding Yin Shen and self-exploding Jindan Yuanying can make their cultivation soar, but then they die. Self-exploding Yuanying Jindan is to consume the essence of the furnace tripod in exchange for short-term strength. When the essence is exhausted, the furnace tripod will naturally not be used, so the practitioners You can only escape into reincarnation. It is the human god who enters reincarnation.

The ghost takes the road of ghost cultivation. Without a furnace tripod, it can practice the yin god alone. Once the yin god is destroyed, there will not even be the capital to reincarnation. The self-explosion of the yin god cannot improve its cultivation, but can pollute the magic weapon, especially the majestic magic weapon like sitting virtual monk. Once it is contaminated by the self-exploding yin god, it will lose its original effect and produce more negative spells. Generally speaking, what kind of effect does the self-exploding yin god have? People who use it will also be affected by yin qi and become more and more vicious.

The ghost exploded, and the rosary of the sitting virtual monk immediately fell on the ground. The wooden rosary that had originally turned blue and black had turned bright black. The sitting virtual monk vomited blood fiercely, and the skirt on his chest was dyed red. The golden head that fell to the ground with the rosary was the golden head that was stabbed by Yi Qianxiang with three holes. Now the head is no longer golden luster, but earthy yellow, as if pinched with mud.

Before Yi Qianxiang could see the injury of the sitting monk, he only heard another ghost cry from the ghost Taoist priest, and then the ghost Taoist's body dried up quickly. The clothes on his body first fell off, then the skin and flesh of his whole body, and then the bones of his whole body turned into powder, and finally only a green head were left. Bone.

Then four white skulls appeared next to the green skull, which really floated on the head of the ghost Taoist priest. After those skulls appeared, they went to the golden pavilion one by one, and the light of the pavilion was dim. Finally, the green skull itself hit the pavilion, which was already quite weak with golden light, and finally knocked the pavilion away, and the skull flew to the sky and disappeared.

After being knocked away, the pavilion automatically returned to the arms of the sitting monk and disappeared. The eyebrows of the virtual monk fell in an instant. The sitting monk stood up tremblingly and walked towards the golden skull. Yi Qianxiang saw that the sitting monk was about to fall down at any time. He hurried forward to help him. The sitting monk did not refuse. When he got close to the skull, the monk squatted down and stretched out his hand to touch the skull. Who knew that as soon as his hand touched the skull, the skull turned into a pile of loess.

The sitting monk suddenly fell to the ground. Yi Qianxiang was unprepared and did not help him. He said, "Master, be careful."

The virtual monk sat down and waved his hand to Yi Qianxiang and said, "It doesn't matter. The little donor has a strange cultivation, but he doesn't know who is?"

Yi Qianxiang said, "The small road name is Qianxiang, which is under the door of Xu Yunzi."

The monk said, "Xu Yunzi? But the Xu Yunzi of 'the wandering guest of the world, the impermanent virtual cloud'?

Yi Qianxiang himself had never heard of it and dared not agree randomly. He replied, "The teacher has never mentioned it, and he doesn't know the path."

The monk said, "It's okay, it's okay. Lao Yu has one thing to ask the little donor now. I don't know if it's possible.

Yi Qianxiang said, "Master, it doesn't matter, as long as the boy can do it."

The sitting monk said, "In that case, thank the little donor first!" Then the virtual monk took a breath and said, "The person I was trapped just now is called a ghost Taoist priest. He is talented, but unfortunately, he defected to the master by mistake and learned the magic of absorbing people's essence and refining people's souls, which has killed a lot of people. He created an evil technique that locks a human genit into his skull to help him practice. The skull can not only improve his cultivation, but also be a magic weapon. With that skull, he can use almost all the magic powers of the deceased.

"Lao Na is a Zen sect. He has only received one disciple for generations. My disciple died in the hands of the ghost Taoist priest, and the golden head is my poor disciple. It's a pity that he was not good at learning and wanted to punish evil and promote good, but he killed himself. Speaking of this, the sitting monk has shed tears.

Yi Qianxiang said, "Master, I'm sorry."

The sitting monk said, "The old man has lost his temper. Just now, the ghost Taoist priest used this evil art to refine himself into a magic weapon before he got out of my Zen pavilion. I don't know how many lives he will harm.

Then the monk sat and took out the golden pavilion from his arms: "This thing has been passed down from generation to generation by my Zen sect. Outsiders call it the 'Heart Zen Pavilion'. Now I entrust the donor to take him to the three mountain meeting and tell the world that if anyone destroys the ghost Taoist priest, this thing will be given to anyone."

As soon as Yi Qianxiang was about to reply, he heard a miserable voice saying, "How can a yellow-haired boy take on this heavy responsibility? Old monk, why don't you give this baby to the slave family?"