I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World Chapter 21

a few days.

Wei Kang's facial features are raised, his chest and abdomen are sunken, and his bones stand like a corpse.

The imperial doctor in the palace and the famous doctor in Shenjing have been invited many times, but they are all helpless, and they can't even see the disease.

Huang Yuniang floated on top of Wei Kang's head, opened her mouth to swallow, and wisps of gray-white mist melted into her soul.

"Yin soul devours the human body's essence and qi, seemingly intangible material things, but can be fed back to the flesh, so the essence, qi and spirit are the basis of human beings..."

Zhou Yi was in the dark, observing Wei Kang's body changes.

In another three or five days, Wei Kang will lose his mind.

From this point of view, the efficiency of ordinary grievances in killing people is a bit slow, and it is only better than being weird and concealed.

Zhou Yi was about to leave, he went to the prison to show his face, and then made an excuse to sneak out. Now that he was on empty pay in the prison, Zhu Xiaowei found another jailer to deliver meals.

Back then, he slandered the jailer who ate empty pay, but when it was Zhou Yi's turn to eat it, the taste was not bad!

At this time.

The gate of the duke's mansion opened, and the old lady greeted him in person, and the young master of the mansion respectfully stood around.

Zhou Yi suddenly became interested, who has such a big face.

A few days ago, the **** who was visited by Emperor Hongchang in the palace only entered from a side door, not to mention that the old lady is the sister of the former queen, and now she has to be called auntie.

The sound of humming chanting and Buddha singing came, and after a while, two rows of eight monks in yellow took the lead.

Open the way, knock the bowl, scatter flowers, and beat the flag.

Then there were eight other monks with bulging muscles, their bare upper bodies smeared with gold powder, and carrying lotus dais on their shoulders.

The lotus pedestal was surrounded by pennants, fluttering in the wind, half-covered and half-exposed to see the fat Zen master sitting there.

Zhou Yi glanced at the monks, all of them were masters of forging bones, and the Zen master who was sitting cross-legged had faint spiritual energy fluctuations.

"Interesting and interesting! This Shenjing is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, but he has little knowledge in the prison!"

The monk and his party walked to the gate of the Guogong's mansion. The Zen master slowly stood up from the lotus platform and looked at the sky above the Guogong's mansion with a solemn gaze.

"Amitabha! Where is the evildoer who dares to be the **** of calamity in Beijing?"

When the old lady heard the words, she hurriedly sent people forward and asked the Zen master to enter the palace.

The big fat Zen master looked solemn, and told the old lady that the evil spirits were tyrannical, and the practice of opening an altar would consume decades of skill.

The front and rear should meet the needs, more than 200,000 taels of gold and silver!

The annual tax revenue of Fengyang country does not exceed ten million taels, and the Zen master actually needs two or three hundred of the national tax to conduct a ritual.

"Everything is according to what Master Miaojue said!"

The old lady agreed decisively, and took the key of the basement and asked him to move the money.

The inside is full of large silver ingots the size of a winter melon, and it takes two people to work together to pick it up.

"Host of King Kong Temple, Miaojue, one of the national teachers conferred by Emperor Gou back then!"

Zhou Yi listened to the discussion of the Duke's government, and also knew the origin of the Zen master. It is said that he fell asleep with Emperor Chongming and discussed the way of longevity. He was a master of Buddhism and Taoism in Fengyang.

"I'm in my 90s and looks similar to my 50s or 60s. There must be other means, otherwise I won't be able to fool the Dog Emperor!"

Chongming Emperor Tanmu Xiuxian asked, but it wasn't really stupid.

At that time, many warlocks in the rivers and lakes had their own deceitful tricks that no one could see through. They wanted to enter the Shangyang Palace to enjoy the glory and wealth, but all of them were thrown into the imperial prison and tortured to death.

"Emperor Dog would rather have a turbulent state, and be devoted to the Tao, but not be deceived. Maybe... have seen a real immortal?"

It was dark now.

In Wei Kang's yard, dozens of candles with crude whale oil were lit.

The monks have already built the altar of Zhang Er. Eight monks in yellow robes each hold Buddhist dharma tools and take turns to climb the altar, which looks quite solemn and solemn.

Seeing this, everyone in the Guogong Mansion folded their hands and bowed in salute every time a monk stepped down from the altar.

Miaojue sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, his hands clasped together in silence.

"What is this fellow doing?"

Zhou Yi frowned slightly, if it wasn't for the spiritual energy fluctuations in Miaojue's body, he would have been too lazy to watch the monk dance.

until the hour.

"Amitabha!"

Miaojue suddenly heard the name of Gao Xuan Buddha, and the sound was like a thunderous explosion, which instantly woke up the people in the government's mansion who had been struggling.

I saw Miaojue jumped up, flew over the heads of everyone, and landed on the altar.

Zhou Yizheng thought that the monk was going to perform the real method, but when he saw that Miaojue started chanting the scriptures again, strands of real essence condensed on his fingertips: "Wait for another half an hour, the thief bald will play again, and take a sword from this seat!"

Miaojue seemed to sense danger, and after only 2 quarters of hours of recitation, she took out the bronze mirror from her arms.

The bronze mirror has a simple and simple shape, one side is bright, and the other side is engraved with the texture of the sea of ​​clouds.

"Amitabha! The evildoer hasn't appeared yet?"

Miaojue's voice fell, and a figure appeared on the bronze mirror, exactly the appearance of Huang Yuniang.

Huang Yuniang heard that an eminent monk was coming to subdue demons during the day, so she stopped to breathe, and stood not far from the altar to watch the monkey show. As a result, under the reflection of the bronze mirror, the ghost manifested itself.

"Where's the woman from?"

"That's a ghost!"

"Damn!"

Someone in the Guogong's mansion noticed that Huang Yuniang appeared out of nowhere, causing a panic and confusion, scrambling to hide behind the altar.

Miaojue fixed Huang Yuniang with a bronze mirror, and shouted, "Burning my life, bestowing you with a divine weapon! All the disciples obeyed the order, and quickly subdue the demon and subdue the demon!"

"Om!"

The eight monk disciples shouted and slaughtered Huang Yuniang in unison.

The fiery masculine energy condensed by the martial arts forging body extremely restrains the ghost, and just getting close makes Huang Yuniang's body illusory and want to disperse.

"These monks..."

Zhou Yi flicked his fingers, and the True Yuan Sword slid across Miaojue's wrist, circled in front of his eyes, and chopped off a few beards.

In the past two years, the growth of Innate True Essence has almost been minimal, but the control power has become increasingly sophisticated. Within a radius of ten feet, it can be transformed into various forms and manipulated at will.

The condensed sword tip~www.mtlnovel.com~ is just the sword fairy dream originating from Zhouyi!

Miaojue's wrist hurt, and the bronze mirror fell, unable to hold the ghost any longer.

Huang Yuniang flew up and down, and disappeared in an instant.

The monk turned his head to look at the altar, and saw Miaojue's expression sluggish and frightened, then he grabbed the elixir bottle from his arms, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

"Pfft!"

Miaojue spewed out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, and he fell down from the altar.

"Zen master!"

"Host!"

exclaimed in surprise.

Miaojue's breath was dying: "Amitabha! The poor monk failed the old lady, the demonic mana was tyrannical, and he broke the great formation of King Kong to conquer the devil...Pfft!"

Before he finished speaking, he spat out blood again and fainted.

One of the monks said: "Old lady, the little monk will take the host back to the temple to recuperate first, and the 200,000 taels will be sent back tomorrow."

"What did the master say, the Zen master was injured due to his old net worth and family affairs, and his lifespan was damaged."

The old lady shook her head and said, "A little bit of gold and silver as incense offerings."

"Amitabha!"

The monk proclaimed the Dharma horn, and asked the warrior monk to carry the soft sedan chair and run away.

dark place.

Zhou Yi looked at the farce and said to Huang Yuniang.

"You've also seen it, the ghost is an invisible substance, but you can't act recklessly. Remember to be cautious in the future!"

"Thank you for your help, senior."

Huang Yuniang knelt down on the ground and bowed: "The little girl will get revenge for her great revenge, but she will need it in the future. Seniors can do whatever you want, and she will die even if her soul flies away!"

Wei Kang has lost 60 to 70 percent of his energy, and even if he wakes up, he will not be able to live for a few days.

"It just so happens that I'm also going to Beijing to help you find a place."

Zhou Yi put away the hosta, and his figure flickered and disappeared.

Chapter end