Chapter 152 Reclaim the Underworld and Return to the Mountain Gate

"Num Bingzi!"

"My subordinates are!"

Fang Daoming shouted deeply, and the Nether Czi went out of the ancient pagoda. These hundreds of years of Buddhist practice actually gave him some precious and solemn look.

"In those years, I allowed you to shape your body and take away for you. Today, there are two ways with you. One is to take his body and continue to practice Taoism, and the other is to swallow its spiritual knowledge and golden elixir. What do you plan to do?"

The ghost Bingzi was very happy to hear the words and knew that the god has prepared a physical body for him, and this fire dragon is a pure fire dragon in the extraterritorial starry sky Tianlong star palace. In terms of its blood body, it is especially better than the eight real dragons in the East China Sea. The body is strong. Needless to say, he said at present, "My subordinates and the master have learned the original method of the road and continue to practice. Taoism, but not very interested in the way of the golden elixir.

"Okay, I will fulfill you today!"

The Tower of Creation suddenly brushed out a wisdom sword light, wrapped in the yuan god of Netherworld Bingzi, and cut into the soul of the fire dragon's mind.

The fire dragon's mind was attacked, and a majestic old man suddenly appeared in the depths of his spiritual consciousness, and he shouted angrily: "How dare!"

The wisdom sword light ignored it at all, and then turned into a hundred-foot-told powerful dragon falling on the demon Buddha, raising his eyebrows angrily, and a Buddha's name was fiercely imprinted by a powerful dragon falling magic seal.

"How dare you!" The majestic old man shouted angrily and disappeared.

The fire dragon knew that the disaster was coming and roared and struggled desperately, but was firmly suppressed by the Crystal Palace and could not break free, but he felt a roar in his mind and had no consciousness.

In those years, Fang Daoming's Taoist method was not completed, and it could devour the nine-clawed first dragon. Now it is not what it used to be, and it is no longer a trivial matter. With Fang Daoming's guidance, three days later, there was a shout in the chaotic Yuanshen realm, and the body of the fire dragon turned into a Tibetan man and knelt in it.

"The grace of the re-creation of the master will be unforgettable for the rest of his life. In the future, he will definitely be loyal and loyal to the death."

Fang Daoming smiled and said, "Get up. You follow me, and it is also your chance. Today, with the body, you don't need to use the title of Ghost C. From now on, it will be called Pluto."

"Thank you for your name. This is the golden elixir of the dragon. Please accept it."

Although the Minglong took away the body of the fire dragon, the fire dragon golden elixir was useless to him by practicing Taoism. Fang Daoming took the warm fire dragon golden elixir and meditated a little, and then he had a plan.

"Dragon, you continue to practice in the tower of creation. If something happens, I will call you."

"I will obey the order of the Lord."

Fang Daoming's trip rewarded the hatred of the destruction of Ying Wangchen's body, and also responded to the promise of helping the ghost Bingzi to sacrifice his body. He also settled the two causes and effect of that year, so he used a formation and threw it to Daoming Mountain in the central continent.

Fang Daoming is now rich in mana and immeasurable. He can continuously use the lunar void movement method, so Daoming Mountain is already far away.

"Who came to my Mingzong?"

As soon as Fang Daoming approached, there was a loud shout from the mountain. It turned out that his disciple Ling Yunzi was patrolling the mountain.

"It's for me!"

Fang Daoming's body moved and arrived at the Daoming Hall. As soon as his magic power was displayed, he covered the whole Daoming Mountain and everything was under control.

"Second brother!"

"Jither!"

"Master!"

The elders, venerable people and disciples in the door are all here. See the leader. Where Fang Daoming has gone this year, and everyone has never known. Today's safe return is indeed a matter of interest in the door.

Fang Daoming glanced at the crowd, and there were two sides below. On one side, there were five great mountain protectors, including the golden-winged Huopeng, the beast king, the Bifang beast king, and the royal beast king.

The Beast King and the Great Beast King used to be fierce. Unfortunately, they were suppressed by the master of Dizang for several years, and were seduced by the beast king with the method of the road. Finally, they accepted the ferocity, became a mountain protector at ease, and no longer missed the life of the mountain king in southern Xinjiang.

The other side is the elder of the sect led by the Dizang Master, and Han Qinghui, who has never appeared, is actually among them.

Other second-generation disciples, deacons in the door, led by Di Yunzi, are all standing in the back row.

Fang Daoming coughed softly and smiled gently: "I'm not good at practicing or going out, but I don't take care of the things in the door. Fortunately, you have to do your own duties and practice poverty, which makes my Taoist sect more and more prosperous. I am deeply gratified."

The rest of the people in the seat are modest. Except for Han Qinghui's soft hum, she is in charge of her wife, and others don't care.

When Master Dizang saw that Fang Daoming's face was slightly embarrassed, he immediately took over the topic: "I was very worried about it for more than a year. Now it's good to come back safely."

Fang Daoming was slightly embarrassed: "That day, I killed a lot of aquariums in the East China Sea. Forced by the Dragon Emperor Tuotian, he went to the underworld under the nine lands. I was blocked and struggled for a full year to get out of trouble."

The elders and venerable people in the door were all shocked when they heard this. Even Han Qinghui also showed a surprised face. Everyone has heard of this Yin Cao world, and even ordinary immortals dare not dare to set foot in. Fang Daoming actually stayed in it for a year, and it was Hong Fu Qitian who could get out of trouble.

"Don't say that," Fang Daoming saw that there was one more person among the second generation of disciples, who was actually Wu Xingyun, the owner of the witch village in southern Xinjiang. He couldn't help asking, "I don't know what the owner of the witch village is doing when he came to my door? The poor road has not been at the mountain gate for a long time. Please forgive me for neglect.

Wu Xingyun came forward and bowed down: "The little witch Xingyun is no longer the owner of the witch's village. The little girl admires the Taoist priest's Taoist method. She has come thousands of miles to this Daoming Mountain. She wants to follow the Taoist priest to practice the Taoist priest and ask him to complete it and be included in the door."

Fang Daoming couldn't help but be stunned. He thought that the woman must have left the Southern Xinjiang Wudao because of her lover's death and was frustrated. She came here to learn Taoism. Now he said, "Although you have had a friendship with me, Taoist sect is not a place to receive, and the suffering of monies is beyond imagination. If you fail, you will die. People who are not outstanding and have a strong Taoist heart are not allowed to enter our door. Can you hold it?"

"Wu Xingyun is qualified and more Taoist. Please give me your advice." Wu Xingyun's worship even changed his name.

Fang Daoming pondered and agreed: "Well, I will allow you, but I don't have time to teach you. My disciple, He Yunzi, is quite a good teacher, and the years of practice are still above me. You can worship her and be a disciple of three generations."

Wu Xingyun's trip was only to leave the sad place, but he practiced Taoism secondly, and he didn't care about who he worshipped. At present, he saluted He Yunzi as a teacher and became the third generation of the eldest disciple of Daoming Sect.

Fang Daoming also has his own plan. Among the second generation of disciples of Daomingzong, he attached great importance to He Yunzi, and did not hesitate to use the blood of fire and phoenix essence to transform his body and help him practice Taoism. However, due to the busy affairs in teaching, he took up part of He Yunzi's time and could not concentrate on practicing, and Fang Daoming would cultivate the elixir obtained from the toad ancestors of southern Xinjiang. The Great Classic and the Sun Moon Universe Furnace were also given to He Yunzi, who was responsible for the alchemy of the Hundred Grass Garden, which undoubtedly delayed his practice. Fortunately, Wu Xingyun came today. As the owner of the witch village, the management power is still above He Yunzi, which can help He Yunzi take care of the affairs of teaching, so that this apprentice can concentrate on practice and heart. There was no one else, so he let Wu Xingyun worship under his door.

"Is there anything else important in the door?"

Fang Daoming asked, but his eyes turned to He Yunzi.

"Master, there has been nothing important this year, but a girl surnamed Qi came half a year ago and wanted to see the master. Later, she was told by her disciple that the master was not in the door, so she went again. A month ago, Zhao Guangwu, the Taoist priest of Linglong Villa, came to worship the mountain. Unfortunately, the master was not here. After receiving him for a few days, he returned to Linglong Villa.

Fang Dao muttered to himself that the woman surnamed Qi was not be Qi Jinbei. She was poisoned and was taken away by Zhuang Wangu. What did she have to do with me? Don't worry about her for the time being, let's ask the eldest brother Zhao Guangwu what he said was doing.

"Brother, can Taoist priest Zhao say why he came here?"

"I didn't say it clearly, but it's a pity to hear that you are not teaching. After staying for a few days, you will leave." Ying Wangchen's hard practice of Hongmeng immortal secret, Zhenwu's big mouth method, sacrificed and practiced mixed yuan and a Qi tripod. The Taoism is already extremely strong, and he has begun to understand the realm of immortals.

"Well, let's ignore it for the time being. If there is nothing here, you can disperse." Fang Daoming dismissed the crowd and drank Di Yunzi at the same time: "Di Yunzi, you should take all the second-generation disciples to the platform to wait and check your practice as a teacher."

Di Yunzi said, "I obeyed my teacher's orders and took you brothers and sisters there."

When everyone dispersed, only Han Qinghui and Fang Daoming were left in the hall.

The former shouted coldly: "What did you ask me to leave?"

Fang Daoming smiled gently and said, "It's nothing else. I just want to ask you how you have been practicing recently?"

Han Qinghui and Liu Mei stood up and wanted to attack, but she forced herself to endure it and said in a muffled voice, "I have survived the nine-fly god thunder disaster. Why do I still have no sense of the earth immortals?"

Fang Daoming smiled and said, "Don't be in a hurry to practice. You are diligent, talented and opportunity. You only lack the opportunity now. In those years, I was also bitter and couldn't understand it. I even went to the Xinghe Hall to ask for advice in a low voice, but it still failed. Later, my opportunity was on you. That day, you were in danger. I I was anxious and tried my best. In the dark, it was a blessing in my heart. I actually let me understand the way of the void and earth immortals. Later, I returned to the mountain for 20 years before I became immortals.

Fang Daoming suddenly found that Han Qinghui gradually looked bad and suddenly stopped and smiled, but the latter snorted coldly and turned back to his hill.

Fang Daoming still had a concern in his heart. Then he went to the Daoming Temple on the mountainside, looked for the master of Dizang, and detailed his experience of Yin Cao's trip one by one, which made the latter sigh, and the Buddha's name continued.

"The poor monk still knows his own source, and it is difficult for the poor monk to repay this kindness."

"The master's words are in the same way. If it hadn't been for the Buddha's relic given by the master, maybe I would have been trapped in the Yin Cao and will not be able to escape from the rest of the rest of my life. Only then can I have the results of the master. In this Buddhist relic, there is everything that the master has been passed on to the master. Please accept it for the time being and return it to me another day."

Master Dizang took the Buddha's name, took the reli and put his palms together. In a moment, everything was clear. Suddenly, he became a treasure and solemn, and an image of a Buddha appeared behind him. This Buddha statue is strange, symmetrical, clear, with the left eye, the right eye empty, the vitality of the left face, the decline of the right face, the birth mark on the left hand, and the dead mark of the right hand, as if wandering between life and death, and as if wandering on the edge of life and the yin Cao.

Fang Dao shouted clearly and secretly: "Buddha's enlightenment, Arayye knowledge, ancient Buddha of life and death!"

"Amitabha, the poor monk has to pass on the true meaning of the Tibetan Buddhism and understand that the earth is not empty. Arayye knows the Buddha of life and death, and also has a little understanding of reincarnation. Let the poor monk do that."

"Okay, please pay attention to this son. When he is five years old, lead him up the mountain. I will take him as an apprentice and pass on his Taoism."

"I will obey the order of the Lord."