Chapter 28 Taoism and Zen in the Southern Xinjiang

In the southern Xinjiang sky, on a dark night, the moon suddenly fainted, and the sky was covered with clouds and haze, covering the sky and covering the silence of the four fields.

Suddenly, a touch of color bloomed between the clouds, whistling repeatedly, and the space was shaken for it. The layers of clouds turned into a mess and rubbed together, and from the middle, they burst into an unimaginable dazzling light.

A lightning-like light crossed the flowing clouds, just like the pasted window paper of someone's window was cut, emitting a bright light. This light broke through and scattered the layers of clouds, diluted the darkness, and disappeared, but in an instant.

Only at this moment, a figure in white jumped out of the light. The man's face was handsome and unruly. He raised his hands and feet, and he had his own charm. He pinched a boy's collar in one hand. When he came back to the southern land, his expression could not help but relax.

The boy was about 13 or 14 years old, but his tone was very old, but he was respectful to the man in white. He only heard him say with great admiration and gratitude, "Xianchang, Xianchang, thanks to your boundless power, you saved us two!"

It turned out that this void came out of this, which was the seven wonders trapped in the inexplicable and chaotic realm before. Hearing the flattering words of the boy, he couldn't help but smile, "This matter needs your help so that we can get out of trouble smoothly, but where are we now?"

He looked around and faintly saw that crops were planted on the vast land dozens of feet away. The green rice ears neatly tilted their heads to one side, as if they were leaning on each other and sleeping together

soldiers looked up, and the dome was full of disturbed luck, covering the lost moon. Under the dim light, a faint fog floated away.

Qi Miao suddenly woke up. When he rushed into Shen's house and was trapped in that environment, he was not far from the ancient Yong City. At this time, he stepped out of the void and returned to this real world, and came to the same place as in the fantasy world.

He thought that this place should not be far from the ancient Yong City. Looking ahead, as a result, Gu Yong City, which had been toweringly guarding the key road of southern Xinjiang, was curled up in the night, like a quiet lurking. If it did not sound, it was asleep like an amazing tiger.

In the quiet night, several lanterns on Guyong City were swaying with lanterns. The moon was dusk, the wind was cold, and there were many things in mind. Qi Miao sighed, but suddenly felt that after countless battles, there were traces of knives and axes on each brick and stone, and there was a trace of tenderness on the 100-foot wall cast by blood.

He took the boy and slowly flew to the towering ancient city in the distance, but did not forget to ask, "How did you know that Sui Huang had the remnants of true immortal thoughts on his body, and how could you absorb it?"

It turned out that in his heart, he still spoke to the young boy for help in times of crisis, so that he could absorb the divine thoughts contained in Sui Huang, and took this as an opportunity to open up the illusion of true immortality. He couldn't help but wonder.

The young boy also seemed to be afraid that he would doubt himself, and hurriedly replied, "Qi Xiang Chang, before I entered the depths of the lake and merged with the young master of the Shen family, I got thousands of ghost forces, and his own ghost cultivation soared a lot. When Sui Huang appeared for the first time, I actually felt that there was a trace of ghost power on him and thought The real immortal should not practice ghosts, but her divine thoughts were the epitome of these people at that time, and Sui Huang must have studied this way..."

Qi Miao nodded and thought that Suihuang's ghost cultivation must have been quite high at that time. He intensified the woman named Bixin into an immortal in advance with his true yuan, but he was not doing good deeds, but broke up a pair of mandarin ducks. This incident was sad. At this time, he heard the teenager continue to say, "I I think that since the bad guy named Tianmu sucked the essence of the two men and a woman, he knew how to escape from the fantasy world. The demon Suihuang was also transformed by true immortality. I used the power of ghosts to assimilate and absorb him, and I should also be able to find an opportunity to go out.

"So that's it. You really hit it by mistake..." Qi Miao said funny and angryly, "What Tianmu uses is the free magic, which specializes in absorbing people's essence, soul and mind power, and also uses it as an art to break through all barriers. This is an evil law, and I won't..."

"Well..." The boy looked at Qi Miao in disbelief and couldn't help thinking, is that the Taoist man named Tianmu more powerful than the fairy in front of him, but looking at the method of this person in front of him to clean up himself, he could not beat it anyway...

However... He turned his mind and thought again. He absorbed the power of the ghosts and helped him by the real immortals. After some practice, he may be more powerful. His eyes rumbled around, and Qi Miao looked at it as if he understood everything completely. He said to him deeply: "You happened to absorb the real immortals by chance. A wisp of divine thoughts is undoubtedly good for others..."

"However..." Qi Miao's tone turned, and suddenly his face and tone became serious and said, "But you are the body of the body of the corpse to return the soul, and you have a ghost cultivation, which is incompatible with this true immortal righteousness. Remember not to use this divine idea, otherwise you will mess up the ghost power around you in one fell swoop, and scatter your soul. , so that you don't even have a chance to reincarnation!"

"How could this be!" Only then did the young boy know that although he borrowed the same ghost power as Suihuang, what he absorbed was the true immortality of righteousness and cultivation. If he used it randomly, his soul would fly away. He was so scared that his eyes were stunned. His face was snow-white, and Qi Miao urged two words, "Remember, remember!" So he took him, rolled up a light, accelerated his escape speed, and ran to Gu Yongcheng.

However, after several miles of travel, Qi Miaosheng suddenly stopped and a flash of light in his eyes. The boy was surprised and asked, "What's wrong with Taoist priest?"

Qi Miao took a gentle breath and slightly captured the movement in the air. He ignored the boy's words and asked, "Do you have a name?"

"Hm?" The boy thought about it, and his face was flushed, as if he remembered what stirred his heart in his previous life. He laughed and suddenly pulled up and said, "My life was called Wang Qisheng..."

Qi Miao nodded and repeated: "Wang Qisheng..."

He took a deep look at the teenager and said, "It's good to know who your last name is, so that after you die, I can surpass you by this name."

"Ah?" The teenager's expression froze and seemed to be stupid. He muttered, "Xianchang, you, what do you mean?"

At this time, under the two, in the middle of the dark field, a Vatican sound came through the sky.

Wang Qisheng looked at it and saw that the golden light was getting brighter and closer to him, and the young man's body he occupied was getting hotter and hotter, as if it was about to burn for a moment. The fiery golden light filled Wang Qisheng's eyes. His throat was tight and his heart The drum beats, and the surprise inside is better than when the environment collapses and is in danger.

At this time, Qimiao patted Wang Qisheng's shoulder with one hand, and a cold breath of water quickly expanded along his body. A thick stream of water vapor firmly wrapped Wang Qisheng. Qimiao shouted loudly, and the real power was even more. Unexpectedly, he pushed Wang Qisheng out. He only heard the latter scream, and a blue water wave around him fell. Half empty.

Pushing away Wang Qisheng, Qimei condensed his mind. He only felt that this righteous spirit of Buddhism suddenly came like wind and thunder, and an inexplicable power rushed to his face. His face tightened and he raised his breath. The cold water in his left hand was gurgling and dissipated, and the source was constantly condensed in front of him, firmly turning into an ice wall.

With a click, the righteousness of Buddhism actually shattered the wall of ice crystals transformed by Qi Miao, broke through the air and hit Qi Miao.

Qi Miao is a wrong god. This golden light containing Buddha spirit did not say anything. It passed by Qi Miao's body. There was a trance in Qi Miao's consciousness, as if a righteous wind had deeply touched his soul, which made his mind feel a little unstable.

However, he recovered immediately. When he looked at it, Wang Qisheng still screamed repeatedly. Suddenly, after a loud bang, Wang Qisheng's voice stopped.

Qi Miao was shocked and thought that the two were quite high, pulling hundreds of straight out. Although he gave Wang Qisheng a cold and true spirit, how could he take care of it in a hurry? I don't know how the man fell.

While thinking like this, he wasware of the unknown opponent. Qi Miao picked up the secret and called out the cold water sword wrapped around him. His body slowly sank, dark and dizzy as ink. The green field under his body with the noisy water frogs in the summer night were also asleep. He released his true air to sweep the field, but he didn't see it. The green field in the distance was smashed into a big hole.

The wheat ears in that area were scattered on the ground and pressed out a forward mark. Thinking that Wang Qisheng should have hit the ground and rolled forward for a distance. Qi Miao looked along the wheat ears mark. Sure enough, he found Wang Qisheng holding his head and shouting for pain not far ahead.

He covered his head with a look of pain and shouted, "Xianchang, Xianchang, I broke my head. Please save me quickly!"

Qi Miao looked at his appearance and saw that Wang Qisheng was covered with blood, with mud and rice ears all over his body, and looked embarrassed. He covered his head, and there was already a fist-sized hole on it, and I don't know where it was broken.

The red and black in the hole flowed out. The night was too deep to see clearly. Qi Miao sighed and waved his hand, and the true spirit of Lingmu flashed around the stars. The rice near the front field seemed to be attracted by a strange force, which actually gave birth to the green aura of silk lines and converged to Wang Qisheng's head.

"Ouch, ouch!" Wang Qisheng ate two pains and suddenly felt that his body was light, and the wounds and the horrible hole on his head began to heal. As soon as he touched his head, he found that his hair had grown out of the original broken place.

Wang Qisheng was surprised and was about to praise Qi Miao, but he saw a sudden sound of rice on all four sides turned into a wisp of black smoke, and all of them were wiped out. At this time, an old voice came leisurely: "Save a ghost man and make everything alive. The donor's move surprised the old man."