Beard slowly walked towards the white light.
The light did not come from the ground, but floated on the ground vainly. The complicated patterns and words formed a large circle with a diameter of about nine feet. Those patterns and words seemed to be alive, twisting, fluttering, slowly rotating in one direction, and shining with brilliance. Beard looked a little dumbfounded, but without looking back, he beckoned Mr. Wang to come over.
"It's a magic circle." Mr. Wang's voice was a little hoarse, he walked slowly to the side of the beard, and lowered his head to study the words. The beard looked dizzy, and quietly reached out to the magic circle, wanting to touch it. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched out, his wrist was grabbed by a strong hand.
"You..." Beard looked up, what is this Mr. Wang, who caught him was a stranger he had never seen before. Who is it, how could he come in quietly
The stranger's face was stern, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his eyes were cold. He stood there as a whole, like a cast iron pillar, upright, neat, and even his hair was not messed up.
Beard felt a chill in his heart, and just as he was about to ask a question, the other party had already slapped his palm on the side of his neck. Beard rolled his eyes and fainted.
Behind the stranger, Mr. Wang had already passed out.
The stranger threw the beard on the ground and dragged Mr. Wang over, careful not to let them touch the circle. Then he raised his head and asked coldly, "Are you okay?"
"Okay, okay!" Zhang Jinjin answered.
At this time, Zhang Jinjin, who was as timid as a mouse just now, with a straight body and a jade tree facing the wind, looked like a handsome young man again. It's just that this noble son, holding a person's belt in his hand, dragged a person over like a cloth bag, it is the second master of the knife.
"Meow~" The copper coins came out of nowhere, and sat beside the circle of patterns and words, curiously watching the changing light and shadow on the ground.
"Mu Lin, look at it," Zhang Jinjin said, "the time has not yet come."
"I know!" The young man named Mullin leaned over, took the copper coin in one hand, and let it nest in his arms. Turning around by himself, he took out a package from the Qiankun bag, which was actually some jewels and jade, and stuffed it into Mr. Wang's sleeve pocket. He looked up at Zhang Jinjin. "Where did you get these people from?"
Zhang Jinjin dragged the second master's house closer and put it down, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully. "The Pure Land gang. Tsk tsk, I haven't showered for a few days, and my body smells sour." After wiping his left hand and then wiping his right: "I passed by last month and put some wind on them by the way, so I'm just following. Money can make ghosts run the mill, digging soil, is it possible that this young master needs to do it himself?"
Mullin rolled his eyes secretly, watching him take out a Qiankun bag from his sleeve, reached out and took out a small wooden box, a copper gourd incense holder, put a stick of incense in it, and took out the fire box, put these Bits and pieces are placed next to the magic circle.
After Zhang Jinjin finished all this, he stepped forward and patted the kitten's head, and said softly, "Good copper coins, I'll rely on you in a while!"
Xiao Hua Mao narrowed her eyes, as if she understood, and meowed softly.
The two of them, one cat, quietly looked at the magic circle on the ground.
Moyun Mountain, Tiankui Peak.
Su Yanjun was on duty today and was standing in front of the head room to protect the Dharma together with another disciple. Since Sect Master Zheng was injured in the battle fifty years ago, he has been in retreat for one night on the fifteenth of every month, and his disciples have taken turns protecting the Dharma. After a while, the senior brother Zheng Yude came with the medicine for the night. Su Yanjun saluted, Senior Brother Zheng nodded to them, pushed the door and entered the room.
The furnishings in the room are simple, the tables, chairs, and beds are of ordinary style. There is a sword on the wall, called "Jishi". On the small table under the sword, there are six spirit-exploring stones, which are emitting a faint white light.
Zheng Genran, the head of Moyunshan with clean eyebrows, was sitting cross-legged on the futon. Seeing Zheng Yu had to come in, he took out an elixir from the treasure bag in his arms and swallowed it with the soup. After taking the medicine, his body trembled.
Seeing this, Zheng Yu asked worriedly, "Uncle, how are you today?"
"It doesn't matter." Zheng Heran closed his eyes, "It's been fifty years, and I'm used to it. It's just that there aren't many medicinal pills. I don't know if they can be delivered in time this year."
"Then... how many pills should the disciple temporarily refine?"
Zheng Yanran hesitated for a moment: "No hurry, it can last for two months. Let's talk about it if it really can't be done."
Zheng Yu had to nod his head and sit down next to the head to protect the Dharma.
In the middle of the child, yin and yang alternate.
The spirit-exploring stone on the small table gradually lost its light.
In the cave, the circulating magic circle was extinguished at the same time.
Just when the magic circle was completely extinguished, Mulin lit the incense stick and said to Zhang Jinjin: "Remember, there is only one incense stick time!"
Zhang Jinjin nodded and jumped into the array with a twist. He put his hands on the ground, and an aura penetrated into the ground with his palms. Under the soil layer, a mysterious golden celestial dragon lock tightly protects the things below.
The Xuanjin Tianlong lock is said to be made by the Taoist ancestors of Lingshan, and there is no key. The inner structure of the lock is like a labyrinth. Only the owner of the lock who clearly knows the structure of the labyrinth can unlock the lock by passing through the labyrinth and reaching the exit after injecting spiritual power. There are only three of these locks left in the world. It is well known to the world that a medicine room used in Xianling Island in the East China Sea is said to contain thousands of spiritual medicines, ranging from improving Taoism to charming people's hearts. It has been coveted by the world but no one can break it; In the hands of the Demon Race, the secret room of the Demon Palace was locked. Unexpectedly, the third one is actually in this shabby and shabby tower.
Zhang Jin's head was slightly sweaty, and the spiritual power he released carefully circled around the Xuanjin Tianlong lock, raised his eyes and shouted, "Copper coins!"
The kitten jumped down and came to him in an instant. It had grown several times and was the same height as Zhang Jinjin, who was squatting.
Mullin stood in front of the magic circle, picked up the small wooden box in his hand, and stared at one person and one cat.
Zhang Jinjin closed his eyes slightly, the copper coin probe touched him, a warm current flowed from the cat's body, and the structure of the Xuanjin Tianlong lock became clear.
The spiritual power of one person and one cat merged into one, shuttled in the lock, sometimes testing, sometimes straight, bypassing all the traps and reaching the exit.
"Click," With a soft sound, the Xuanjin Jiulong Lock was divided into four parts, slowly rotated and opened outwards, and a hole appeared in the middle. The copper coin meows, and dips its claws down.
Just like it took out a money bag from Mrs. Wu's arms, and there was no trace of the soil, it pulled its claws upwards and took out a small box from the hole.
Mulin stepped forward, took the box with his left hand, weighed the weight, and placed the box he held in his previous hand on his right hand, as if his entire body had become a big scale. The middleman closed his eyes for a while, and the box on his right hand slowly changed. Whether it was color, pattern, or work style, it became exactly the same as the one taken out from the ground, and even the weight was the same.
Mulin put his forged box next to the copper coin claw, walked outside the range of the magic circle, and put the box taken out from the ground into the Qiankun bag. At this time, most of the incense sticks had been burned.
"Quick, it's almost time!" He turned his head to remind.
The copper coin gently pressed its paw on the box, and the small box passed through the ground little by little and fell into the Xuanjin Jiulong Lock. Zhang Jinjin carefully withdrew his spiritual power. At this time, the incense sticks were almost burnt out, and the patterns and characters of the magic circle were slowly emerging.
"come out!"
Zhang Jinjin held the copper coin and rolled out of the array. The copper coin has long since recovered to the size of a small milk cat, and it burrowed into his sleeve.
Zhang Jinjin staggered for a while before standing firm. I had been squatting just now, and my spirit was extremely nervous, and my feet were numb.
Mullin had packed up everything, and the two helped the three tomb robbers from the Pure Land Gang and pushed them towards the magic circle that had regained its brightness. With a bang, the three of them were immediately ejected from the magic circle, and the seven orifices were thrown away. Bleeding, and it seemed to be dead.
Mullin pulled Zhang Jinjin up and rushed into the depths of the cave. There is a crack in the mountain that can only accommodate one person. The two quickly climbed into the crack, and climbed two sticks of incense along the curved wall before turning over to a flat ground.
There was a coffin on the ground.
The coffin had been opened long ago, the coffin inside was also open, the lid was thrown aside, and the grave goods were turned over in a mess.
Mullin didn't even look at the coffin, he pulled Zhang Jinjin, bypassed the coffin and ran to the southwest corner of the tomb, where a robbery hole stretched out to the outside of the tomb.
"Have you dealt with the Demon Tower?" Zhang Jinjin asked panting as he climbed into the thief cave.
"It's done," the cramped robbery hole was very difficult to climb, and Mullin was a little out of breath, "the tower wall has been repaired, and the traces in the mountain path have been cleaned up. But why is it so troublesome? Just take the things away. Can't you? Anyway, I can't see anyone coming."
"Let's be more cautious," Zhang Jinjin had already reached the entrance of the cave, turned over and pulled Mullin back, "We can't be foolproof. That person is not an ordinary person, in case he sends someone to investigate," Zhang Gongzi said again. With a peach look on his face, he said with a chuckle: "Compared to being seamless, it's more reassuring to find out something."
Mullin stood up, raised his eyes and glanced at the disgraced noble boy, his eyes were a bit complicated.
"Come on, look at me like this, I'm handsome and handsome, you can have a different occasion when you fall in love at first sight." Zhang Jinjin still considered himself romantic while holding the dirt and grass clippings on his head.
"..." The feeling just now disappeared, and Mullin returned to his previous cold appearance. "Go back quickly, business matters, don't make a fuss here!"
"Hey, what are you talking about! Didn't you see my grandson, I just made a big show? I want to write my heroic deeds into a poem and let the world sing!"
Mullin: "..."
Better to just grab it.
Moyun Mountain, the head office.
Zheng Genran has already settled. Zheng Yu had to sit under him and looked at him quietly. Zheng Genran was his uncle, and he was sent to Moyun Mountain by his clan since he was a child, and worshipped under his uncle. My uncle didn't believe others, and when he first went up the mountain, he didn't have any more affection for his blood relative. However, after spending a long time on the mountain, in addition to being outstanding among the disciples of Tiankui Peak, he also helped his uncle cook some things, and only then did he gain some trust.
Every year on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, my uncle would retreat for one night, and he had no mana during the incense stick that started when he was a child. It is said that this was caused by the injury during the battle of Lin Moyuan. The situation at the time was worse than this, with multiple episodes a year, each time losing mana for several hours. After so many years of recuperation, it was barely suppressed to once a year.
Maybe after a while, this problem can be cured. However, at such a moment, being able to protect the Dharma for his uncle, does it mean that he has already gained the trust of his uncle
Thinking about the things on his mind, Zheng Yu got a little distracted. Suddenly, a light flashed in the corner of his eyes. He turned his head and saw that the smallest of the six spirit exploration stones was flickering.
These spiritual exploration stones are connected to Zheng Yanran's spiritual power. They also fell into darkness during the time of the stick of incense just now. After a stick of incense, it slowly lit up again. But this kind of flickering has never been seen before. That small one should be...
"No, someone touched the magic circle of the Demon Tower."
Zheng Yu got up and went out, and said to Su Yanjun in front of the door: "Junior brother, you go in and watch Master for a while, I have something to go out to do."
Su Yanjun was a little confused, but he had always been obedient. When he saw his brother's order, he nodded and walked into the head room. Zheng Yude hurriedly descended the mountain and left with his sword.
When Zheng Yu got Yujian to set off, Zhang Jinjin and Mulin had quietly climbed the wall and entered the inn.
Mullin stopped outside the door, and there was a trace of worry in his icy eyes: "I'll do it tonight? Don't take a break?"
"When did this son get tired?" Zhang Gongzi stroked his hair, but grabbed a piece of dry grass and hurriedly threw it away. If you are hesitant, let’s take a bath first. Isn’t the practice of the ancients all about bathing and incense
Looking up to see Mullin's cold eyes, Zhang Jinjin felt that he must be dirty, or else why did Mullin dislike it so much? But his eyes have always been like this... Forget it, don't care about him.
After a quick grooming, Zhang Jinjin took out today's spoils.
It was an ordinary looking box. Body in rosewood with brass edging. Probably because the Xuanjin Jiulong lock outside is safe enough. This small box is not locked, and it can be opened by flipping the hasp.
Zhang Jinjin carefully opened the box, and there was no valuable treasure inside. Inside a roll of rags was a handful of ashes, ashes.
Zhang Jinjin stared at the ashes for a while. After a while, he came back to his senses and took out a porcelain plate from the Qiankun bag. The porcelain plate is like a lotus flower with a slightly higher center. Zhang Jinjin carefully placed the porcelain plate on the bed and poured the ashes on the lotus petals. He took out a small lamp from a precious place.
It was a soul lamp.
The light was dim, as if a single breath could put him out, but it kept flickering and wouldn't go out.
Zhang Jinjin placed the soul lamp on the heart of the lotus flower, took out a small knife, cut his fingers, dripped a drop of blood on the soul lamp, and began to gently recite an unknown mantra.
The wind was picking up in the room.
As if the wind was blowing from hell, it was cold and biting, and the wooden furniture was instantly covered with a layer of ice.
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, whirling wildly inside the house. A wisp of black smoke appeared slowly, gradually gathering with the wind.
The copper coin sat upright on the ground, and his two big eyes moved around with the black smoke. Suddenly, the gust of wind stopped suddenly, and a figure was reflected in the jewel-like pupil of the copper coin.
At the same time, in the grotto of Tianji Peak of Moyun Mountain, the jade bottle in front of the elder Mo Zhiqi suddenly glowed!