Chapter 108 The powerful bricks fly away "Elaborate." Jiang Lin's eyes lit up, he took two steps forward and came to Chen Qingning. Jiang Lin is now very interested in the matters concerning Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion. Not to mention, he was just bored right now. The feud between Jiang Lin and Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion had been established long ago. In other words, from the moment this organization was established, there was already a feud between it and Jiang Lin that would not disappear unless one side was completely destroyed. This is a natural contradiction and there is no possibility of reconciliation. "Come with me." Chen Qingning took Jiang Lin to a side hall in the corner. "Every Taoist temple that follows the Zhenwu lineage will have a Demon-Slaying Hall, which contains a precious mirror bestowed by our ancestor." "Through this precious mirror, I can illuminate an area of 18,000 miles in radius, or a small area of 300 miles in radius."
Chen Qingning led Jiang Lin to the palace with a plaque that read "Demon Slaying Palace" and said, "Within this area, if any disciple finds any trace of evil spirits, please send a message immediately and the magic mirror will know immediately." "And more than half of my Taisu Palace disciples are not in the temple. They are traveling outside, following the ancestors' actions to eliminate demons." "Just now, the treasure mirror made some movement." As he spoke, Chen Qingning pushed open the door of the Demon-Slaying Palace. "Squeak..." With a sound, the door opened. Jiang Lin walked in and saw that there were more than a dozen mirrors of different sizes in the side hall, a small part of which were ordinary mirrors without any changes. For the most part, there is a dark light shining. If one's spiritual consciousness falls on it, one can still see some scenes. "Big has its advantages, small has its advantages. A small coverage area can actually provide clearer results." "Fellow Daoist Jiang, look, those that haven't changed are because no disciples have sent letters yet." Chen Qingning pointed at the one flashing black light and said, "The one emitting black light has already sent a message and sent people to reinforce, or the disciple can solve it by himself and sent a message to the treasure mirror to prevent any accidents." "besides……" Without Chen Qingning's explanation, Jiang Lin saw the only mirror in the Demon-Slaying Palace that was different from the others. The mirror was neither big nor small, and was flashing a blood-red light. There is some information hidden within the light. "This is the situation where a disciple has sent a letter but has not received a response yet." Chen Qingning said softly: "Daoyou, cover it with your spiritual consciousness." Jiang Lin heard this and did as he was told. As his spiritual sense covered it, Jiang Lin's perspective changed.
He seemed to replace, or rather substitute, another perspective, like another pair of eyes. Through these eyes, Jiang Lin saw some scenes. The surrounding area seemed to be a wasteland with scattered graves. This is halfway up a mountain, because in Jiang Lin's current sight, the owner of the eyes is climbing upwards. We reached the top of the mountain and saw a slightly dilapidated tomb in front of us. It was surrounded by weeds and even the tomb door was half exposed. There were a few words written on the tomb, some of which were already blurred. I could only barely make out the three words "Zhang", "Zhi" and "Mu". The only information that could be analyzed was that this was the tomb of a man named Zhang, and an official at that, because ordinary people were not qualified to build tombs. Judging from the dilapidated state, it is obvious that no one has come to worship it. "This is a mass grave. I don't know how long it has been there. This tomb is the oldest." A soliloquy like a voice-over sounded. Jiang Lin knew that it was the owner of this perspective he brought in who was speaking. "The corpse qi here is extremely heavy, but it has all been absorbed by this tomb. I'm afraid there are already evil zombies inside." "I suspect that there is something wrong with the Feng Shui of this tomb." The owner of the perspective said this and walked towards the tomb. Without much effort, he opened the door. In other words, this door is already movable. "Sure enough, the three people at the foot of the mountain had their blood sucked dry. I'm afraid it was the zombies in the tomb who did it." After the owner of the perspective opened the door of the tomb, he confirmed his guess. Then, he raised his hand and drew out the peach wood sword. "I am in the temple, I am confident that I can destroy this zombie." "Zhenwu slays demons, and all evil spirits are invisible!" "Hurry and obey the orders of the Great Emperor Zhenwu!" The owner of the perspective activated the true method, and vermilion divine light attached to the peach wood sword in his hand. It can be seen that this Taoist fellow's Taoism is not too high, but very solid. Obviously, unlike Chen Qingning, a disciple whose mission is to gain experience, this Taoist friend is already half-way through his apprenticeship and is traveling around the world, following the teachings of the Zhenwu Patriarch. In other words, we have reached the stage of pursuing "realizing our own value." Jiang Lin thought the perspective broadcast would end here, but he didn't expect there would be more to come. The viewer walked into the tomb holding a peach wood sword. The tomb passage is very long, and something is wrong with its length. It is impossible for an ordinary local official, unless he is a high-ranking official in a certain area, to have such a large-scale tomb.
It took a whole incense stick of time before another scene appeared before my eyes. This scene reminded Jiang Lin of Peach Blossom Spring. At first it was extremely narrow, but then it became clear. After walking hundreds of steps, it suddenly became enlightened. Yes, the viewer walked through the tomb passage, but what appeared before his eyes was not the tomb chamber, but a huge space. This doesn't make sense at all. Because this space is square in shape, the ceiling is at least thirty feet high. But this tomb is on the top of the mountain and has always been flat. How is it possible to dig out such a high internal space? Even if we take a step back, it is still unclear whether this barren mountain is that high. The owner of the perspective was also stunned for a moment, but finally walked out of the tomb passage tentatively. The space is filled with white everywhere, and no one knows where the light source is. The only different color is in the center of the entire space. There, there was a three-story attic, made entirely of gloomy black wood, with dark bells hanging under the eaves. The color was like blood smeared on and then dried. "Jingle Bell……" There was no wind, but the bell rang as if welcoming the "guests". The owner of the view was attracted, but at first glance, he did not look at the bell, but was attracted by a couplet on the attic. "If your heart is righteous, burning incense will do no good." "If you do evil things, what's the harm if you don't bow to me?" The owner of the perspective read it out slowly, and then suddenly there was no sound. No, that's not right, because his breathing suddenly became heavier at this moment. These two sentences are extremely evil and treasonous to those who practice the righteous path, and they seem to carry magical power. "clang……" The peach wood sword emitting a vermilion positive energy fell to the ground, making a sound of metal clashing. Jiang Lin withdrew from this perspective. It’s not that he wants to quit, but that’s it. There is no more information after that. The last thing Jiang Lin saw was the owner of the perspective staggering towards the three-story gloomy wooden attic. "Daoyou, did you see it clearly?" Chen Qingning saw Jiang Lin open his eyes and asked hurriedly. "Yeah." Jiang Lin nodded and said, "It is indeed Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion, and it seems to be more advanced than the one I burned before."
The Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion that Jiang Lin had burned down in Cangyan Mountain before was a small space in the attic on the second floor. The same is true on this barren mountain. It is an independent small space within the tomb, but it is not only much larger in scale, but also no longer looks like a thatched hut. Instead, it has become a three-story attic. Of course, it is also possible that after opening the door and walking into this three-story attic, you will find the "station" of Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion there. But anyway, this is the situation now. A Taoist friend from Taisu Palace accidentally stepped into Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion while he was exorcising evil spirits. His life or death is currently unknown. If this Taoist friend had not "reported" before clearing out the evil spirits, the consequences might have been even more serious. So, whether it is to save this fellow Taoist or to clear out Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion, Jiang Lin must go on this trip. "Where is this barren mountain?" Jiang Lin looked at Chen Qingning. "More than 500 miles north of Qiyun Mountain, outside Taiping Town." Chen Qingning looked at the magic mirror, interpreted the information on it, and then said, "There is no time to lose, Brother Jiang, please follow me." "it is good." Jiang Lin nodded and followed Chen Qingning. Tai Su Palace is the leader of the Southern Zhenwu, with a large family and great wealth, so naturally he has no shortage of means to cross the river. It's just a mere five hundred miles, not a big deal. Jiang Lin and Chen Qingning, who were walking quickly, were thinking so in their hearts and were also looking forward to it. Is it a teleportation array, or a flying sword or a flying boat? Or something even more powerful, a treasure or talisman that can trigger the light of escape? Jiang Lin really hoped it was the last one, because the flying technique of escaping light requires a Taoist master with high skills to have the foundation to support long-distance flight. Jiang Lin had never experienced this kind of thing before. He followed Chen Qingning all the way to the end of Taisu Palace, which was very close to the top of Qiyun Mountain. There is a high platform here that extends outward, all the way to Qiyun Mountain, shrouded in clouds and mist. And at the entrance leading to the platform, sat a drowsy old Taoist priest. Jiang Lin knew at a glance that this was a true cultivator from the human world of Taoist origin. Come to think of it, how could there be only three Taoist masters in the magnificent Xuantian Taisu Palace of Qiyun Mountain? In this area, no one knows where a few old... ahem, reclusive Taoist priests are hiding. Under the name of being a true cultivator in the human world, his combat power has actually been comparable to or even surpassed that of immortals, and can make all the evil spirits in the human world cry out in shamelessness. The Taoist profession is a completely super late stage one.
Chen Qingning walked here and suddenly stopped, or rather, hesitated. Jiang Lin looked at her strangely. Chen Qingning simply stopped and said softly, "Daoyou Jiang, why don't you go by yourself?" "What does this mean?" Jiang Lin blinked in confusion, but saw that when Chen Qingning looked at the Taoist priest, he swallowed hard and walked even slower. Seeing this, although Jiang Lin felt something was wrong, he still pushed her shoulders and walked forward. "Fellow Daoist, this is not the time to retreat." As Jiang Lin spoke, he pulled the suddenly half-dead Chen Qingning to the front of the sleepy Taoist priest. "I have met this Taoist priest." Jiang Lin saluted respectfully, while Chen Qingning on the side stepped onto the platform step by step, as if ready to die, and staggered towards the end of the platform, soon disappearing in the clouds. "Um……" Daoye opened his eyes, glanced at Jiang Lin, and exclaimed: "Wow, a little fellow who practices black law, what a rare guest." As he spoke, the Taoist priest slowly stood up, walked up to the platform with his hands behind his back, and motioned Jiang Lin to follow. Jiang Lin did not doubt him and followed the Taoist priest into the depths of the platform. On the way, Dao Ye asked, "Where are you going?" "Master, there is a town called Taiping about 500 miles north of Qiyun Mountain. I want to go to a barren mountain outside the town." Jiang Lin tilted his head and answered, but didn't say what he was going to do. In his opinion, the matter of Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion might be very important to him, but in front of this extraordinary Taoist master, it is really a small matter. What they have experienced is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. "Um……" The Taoist nodded and took Jiang Lin to the end of the platform slowly. Jiang Lin stood at the end of the platform and looked around. The view from here was extremely broad and surrounded by clouds and mist. Because it was high, the wind was quite strong. But what surprised him was that for some reason, Chen Qingning squatted on the platform, holding his shoulders with both hands, and looked trembling. He took deep breaths from time to time, as if he was trying to calm something down. Is this sister afraid of heights? Jiang Lin thought in some confusion. You are a practitioner but still afraid of heights? "Let me see." The Taoist licked his index finger, then raised it up to sense the direction of the wind. "Hmm, northeast wind..."
Under Jiang Lin's puzzled eyes, Dao Ye moved his shoulders, looked at Chen Qingning, and said, "Wa, can you set an example for the Taoist friends in the appearance?" Upon hearing this, Chen Qingning trembled, raised his head, and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying. "Grandpa, can you be gentle?" "Hehehe..." "Go away!" The Taoist smiled kindly, suddenly raised his hand, lifted Chen Qingning's collar from the back of his neck, and then swung it violently! "boom!" At that moment, Chen Qingning was thrown out like a cannonball. Jiang Lin saw clearly that when he was thrown out, a trumpet-shaped cloud explosion appeared around Chen Qingning... Fortunately, at the same time, a layer of rock-like magical power wrapped around her. "Ahhhhh!!!" It was not until Chen Qingning could no longer be seen that Jiang Lin heard her screams. Jiang Lin widened his eyes. He was wrong, so wrong. The Tai Su Palace's method of crossing the river is not sophisticated at all. Flying swords, flying boats, and magic light-emitting weapons are all useless. The main move is simple and crude, and it can even be said that it does not contain any technical content. Just four words. Power! Big! Brick! Fly! And Jiang Lin is now that brick. "Child, come on?" The Taoist looked at Jiang Lin with a smile, patted his shoulder and motioned him to squat down. Jiang Lin half-knelt in front of the Taoist priest, and couldn't help but turned back and said, "Taoist priest, be gentle?" "Hehehe..." The Taoist smiled in the same way as before. The withered palm grasped the back of Jiang Lin's collar, and then... "boom!!" Jiang Lin just felt his whole body numb, as if his entire body was bound by the storm. He opened his eyes with difficulty and found that everything around him was moving backwards, backwards, backwards madly... (End of this chapter)