Chapter 41 Magic and God

It's already the middle of the night, and the bright moonlight pours down the silver of the whole street, soft and quiet.

In the inn, Liaotou and others were relieved to see Zhang Yan and Yue Yunshi coming back with a thin old man. Liaotou was about to come forward to explain that Yue Yunshi had pulled him aside to talk. Zhang Yan accompanied Zeng Fuzi to ignore the complicated eyes of everyone and went upstairs into his room.

In the room, Zeng Fuzi and Zhang Yan sat at the round arch table.

Zengfuzi pondered for a time and told Zhang Yan in detail about theming hun prison. It turned out that there was a vast desert place called Broken Soul in front of the Emerald Mountain at the junction of northern Xinjiang and Middle-earth, and pedestrians in the desert must break their souls. An area nearly thousands of miles in the broken soul desert has been stormy all year round, like an abandoned land abandoned by gods, with no vitality. Every 300 years, a huge hole emerges from the storm, and some strange monsters come out of it and seem to go north with a purpose.

And these monsters are bloodthirsty, weird and fierce. Wherever they go, people and animals are devoured, and villages and cities are all captured and reduced to the ruins of death and no one is devastated. And each disaster will last for three years. Not only did the secular people suffer heavy casualties, but the northern Xinjiang Xiuzhen world also suffered heavy damage and vitality in the resistance to killing these monsters. This is also an important reason why the ranking of the cultivation world in northern Xinjiang always lags behind that of Middle-earth and the East China Sea.

Because there is a disaster that lasts for three years every 300 years, the northern territory gradually understands the details of the monster. These monsters are like wandering souls, tangible andzhi, violent and bloodthirsty, weird and fierce. Therefore, the northern monks call the storm area in the desert the ghost prison, and these monsters also have their own names for different postures and temperaments. Like ghost beasts, ghosts, ghosts, frightening birds and so on.

And this year is the beginning of another 300 years, and the underworld prison will be opened again soon! In this way, the situation in northern Xinjiang will be on full alert again. If Zhang Yan wants to go south, he must meet this vast underworld army. Zengfuzi also came to advise Zhang Yan, who knew nothing, to stay in Longyuan City to avoid accidents.

Zhang Yan listened to everything silently, and the shock in his heart was self-evident. I couldn't help asking, "Why haven't you heard of such a thing when you were in Cuishan Town?"

Zeng Fuzi said with a wry smile, "Even if ordinary people hear about the three hundred-year disaster from their ancestors, they will listen to it as a story. Who will care about it, not to mention that several disasters that have occurred in the past thousand years have been stopped near Longyuan City. In the remote area to the north, it is normal that I don't know this.

Zhang Yan said silently for a moment, "Sir, I want to go to the place where the Qin family was destroyed."

Zeng Fuzi sighed in his heart that the mountain was on the edge of the desert. He was afraid that Zhang Yan would hold on to his second uncle and second aunt and kill himself. Unexpectedly, his advice was ineffective, and Zhang Yan still wanted to go. He couldn't persuade each other again, but Zhang Yan was extremely stubborn and always silent.

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Zeng Fuzi was helpless and looked at his students with a complicated face. He became more and more silent. It was a good thing to have his own opinions, but it was a disaster to blindly drill into the horns. I couldn't help saying again, "Rock, can't you wait for just three years? What's more, the Qin family has been destroyed, and it's useless to go.

Zhang Yan looked at the more and more anxious on Zeng's face and felt guilty, but said firmly, "Sir, you don't have to worry about Yan'er anymore. You care about and love Yan'er. Yan'er knows, but Yan'er has to go. Please don't worry about Yan'er."

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In the end, he was scolded fiercely by Zhang Yanqi with Zeng's light temperament: "Little bastard! You have guts!" Then he left angrily. However, in the end, out of love for Zhang Yan, I lost a jade slip to Zhang Yan before leaving and said, "I can't pass on Confucian skills to you. This jade slip is a five-e elements rune array that I collected many years ago. It may be useful if you keep it. You... You'd better come back alive!"

Zeng Fuzi left angrily. Zhang Yan held a white jade slip with a wry smile on his face and muttered, "You still can't rest assured... Don't worry, sir, I will live well..."

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At night, Zhang Yan took out the broken jade slip with magic fluctuations from the storage bag, looked serious, and carefully explored the divine knowledge into it. After a while, he took away the jade slip with a happy look, which was really related to magic! This jade Jian actually describes a skill called Yi magic. According to Yu Jian, Yi magic is to disguise himself as another completely different person by changing a person's temperament. The big difference from ordinary transformation and bone reduction is that the main function of Yi magic is to change a person's temperament. Through the subtle changes in the face and body, coupled with the method of Yi magic, although the appearance is amazingly similar to before, it will never be perceived to be the same person.

There must be a magic element to practice this technique. The face is obscene, and there is no magic element on Wu Batian. Naturally, it can't be practiced. It is probably mistakenly attached to Zhang Yan as chicken rib-like garbage. Zhang Yan picked up leaks and took advantage of them.

Thinking of meeting Fu Dongliu just now, Zhang Yan suddenly felt a chill. If Fu Dongliu released the news that he was still alive, he would become the target of public criticism. I'm afraid that he would welcome him with endless encirclement and interception. That's what every man said about his innocence.

Zhang Yan has all the causes of the boundary of Buddha and demons in Wanzhong Mountain. For the monks in the mainland, it is no different from the object that can make people crazy and a desire for treasure. At this time, Yi magic is in hand and can turn himself into another person. His joy can be imagined.

yi divine art is just a very simple method. It practices quickly and has no limit on the realm at all. However, because of the existence of Moyuan, everything has changed. Even if the monks are several levels higher than Zhang Yan, they may not be able to recognize Zhang Yan after the use of Yishen.

With a long sigh of relief, Zhang Yan casually took out the jade slips given by Master Zeng, which recorded the method of the five-e elements rune array. As soon as he entered, he retreated, with a look of disappointment on his face. Muttered to himself: "The five-e elements rune array also needs auxiliary magic weapons such as arrays and flag arrays. For me today, it is difficult to practice."

Throw Yu Jian into the storage bag. In the night, Zhang Yan's eyes flashed, sat cross-legged, pinched his fingerprints with both hands, silently transported the supreme Buddhist scriptures, and entered the practice. Now he usually practices the supreme Buddhist scriptures one day and the purple devour the day, which also complements each other and is not a risk of danger. However, the cultivation of Fahua's golden body was put aside by him. On the one hand, it was to plan to impact the Jindan period, and on the other hand, the cultivation of Fahua's golden body entered an extremely slow entry. Even if he tried, it may not be able to have an immediate effect. He couldn't wait.

The extremely rich golden Buddha in Dantian slowly swallowed the ochre Yixuan bell like running water, and the Yixuan bell became more and more transparent and spiritual, happily surging in the Buddha Yuan. And the purple magic element is also almost over the time of changing to the liquid state, by constantly absorbing the black essence spewing out by the black flame beads to strengthen its thickness.

The cultivation of Prajna Glass Sutra has always been in the meaningless realm of King Kong, and it is slowly changing with extremely small progress day after day. Everything seems to be in a better direction. But Zhang Yan knew that once the two forces of Buddha and demons liquefied, if they could not merge well, the danger of impacting the Jindan period would be like a sharp sword, hanging on his neck all the time. Therefore, every time he practiced, he carefully understood every sentence recorded on the supreme Buddhist scriptures and Zixiao Xichenjue, trying to find even a trace of commonality between the two. But this task is extremely difficult. If the two extreme forces of Buddha and demon have obvious commonality that can be perceived, there is no need for Zhang Yan to look for it by himself. Lianbao and Mo have already told him.

Zhang Yan was not discouraged and still thought about the exact meaning and true intention of the two skills over and over again. The commonality has not been found, but there are many understandings and discoveries about the supreme Buddhist scriptures and Zixiao devouring Chenjue. This is naturally beneficial to Zhang Yan's practice. Many things that used to look at the flowers in the fog are finally separated one after another. The speed of practice is also smooth.

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In the morning of the second day, when it was just dawn, Zhang Yan woke up from meditation. After washing up and going downstairs, he saw Liao Tou waiting for himself downstairs.

"Senior, this is what Elder Yue asked Xiao to give to you." Liaotou handed Zhang Yan a delicate light blue letterhead in both hands.

A strange color flashed in Zhang Yan's eyes. He took the letter and was not in a hurry to open it, but asked Liaotou, "Is your motorcade still heading south?"

Liao Tou's shriveled face was full of bitterness: "I'm afraid he can't leave. The little old man has just returned from the city and has known the news of the opening of the underworld prison. Alas, although the goods have been delayed for three years, the loss is heavy, but the most important thing is to save your life..."

When Zhang Yan saw that Liaotou had known about this, he couldn't help it. After a moment of meditation, he gave up the idea of going out for a walk and turned around to his room.

"Yunshi has been with Taoist friends for more than a few months. No matter how Taoist friends think about it, Yunshi is very happy. These days, we live indifferently and walk silently, as sweet as condensed in the heart of Yunshi. I think that in the days to come, it will become the beauty that Yunshi cannot forget.

"Since last night dispelled the grudge in the hearts of Taoist friends, Yunshi feels extremely relieved. As long as Taoist friends do not misunderstand Yunshi, Yunshi will be very happy. Isn't Yunshi stupid? But no matter what, Yunshi likes you and me together without a diaphragm. It feels like when Yunshi was a child, he reached out to take the moonlight. The moonlight sprinkled all over his body, and his heart was full of happiness.

"Yunshi told himself that this relationship has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. It is not involved in the curtain of love, but only the lingering quiet and peaceful. Taoist friends have any perception and perception of this, but Yunshi doesn't know what Yunshi thinks..."

"I wanted to walk with my Taoist friends, but I was obsessed with vulgar things, and Yunshi had to leave first. Without saying goodbye, I can only apologize in a letter. I'm ashamed, and I hope my friends will understand."

"Finally, Yunshi has a small request. This is the first time for Yunshi to ask for help."

"Taoist friends, if you are predestined to meet again, can you smile at the rhyme?"

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The beautiful handwriting and light blue letterhead seem to have a wisp of fragrance.

After reading the letter, Zhang Yan carefully folded the letter and gently put it into Yixuan Bell.

There is sunshine overflowing, leaving a shallow corner of brightness.

Zhang Yan was silent for a long time, and there was no expression on his cheeks bathed in the sun.

A piece of letter paper, full of daughter's thoughts, in whose teenager's heart is rippable?

Who believes that this has nothing to do with the wind and moon!

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