Chapter 95: Zhenwu Dharma Lineage Jiang Lin didn't care about Long Shui anymore. Oh, maybe this name was just a sudden idea of the dragon. After all, you can't expect a dragon that has been practicing for five hundred years to have the leisure to give itself a nice name. He stayed in Longshui Town for two days, spent all the copper coins he had, and successfully filled his stomach. In fact, Jiang Lin should thank Long Shui for this. Because the next day, people from both sides of the strait began to relocate. Thanks to this, Jiang Lin spent half of his usual money to buy a fat mackerel. Moreover, the name of the town was urgently changed by several elders. Obviously, Jiang Lin's petition talisman worked, or in other words, Zhong Ming really gave in. Moreover, the people of the town, which had been renamed "Zhishui Town", were promised dragon water. Jiang Lin didn’t know how Long Shui did it within two days, and he didn’t care about it. The only reason he was grateful to Long Shui was...
Weighing the backpack on his shoulders, Jiang Lin smiled with satisfaction. There were five large pancakes inside, made of unleavened dough, baked over fire, two fingers thick and as big as a human head. This stuff is absolutely filling! And it’s half the price than usual, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to afford it. “It’s been a great harvest.” Jiang Lin reached into his bag, picked up a piece of cake, and threw it into his mouth with satisfaction. Not only did he buy the pancake at a 50% discount, but he also knew where this place was. Jiang Lin raised his head and looked towards the west of Zhishui Town. There, there was a mountain half hidden in the clouds. "Huangshan..." Jiang Lin muttered to himself and walked towards the west. The portal that Marshal Che opened from the underworld allowed Jiang Lin to move quite a distance away from Hangzhou. Not far away is the border of Huangshan Mountain. In other words, Zhishui Town was originally a town under the jurisdiction of Huangshan County. Jiang Lin's exile did not have a standard destination, an accurate starting point, or any so-called route planning. Jiang Lin just goes wherever he wants. All the two generals Che and Xia had to do was to ensure that Jiang Lin completed the 3,800 miles. Other than that, there are no restrictions. Although the black laws are strict, they do not prohibit anything unless prohibited by law. It only says that it will flow 3,800 miles, but it doesn't say how it will flow or where it will flow from.
"There are many Taoist temples in Huangshan. It shouldn't be a problem to find a place to hang up a sign, right?" Jiang Lin muttered and walked step by step. The saying "a horse will die if it is run high" is not an empty statement. Jiang Lin set out in the morning and walked along the official road until the evening. In his eyes, Huangshan Mountain was still shrouded in clouds and mist, as if he had walked in vain all day. Since it was already evening, Jiang Lin had no intention of traveling at night, so he simply stayed on the official road, lit a bonfire, and prepared to boil some water to drink. Although the problem could be solved with just the Water Gathering Technique, Jiang Lin would not use Taoism to do these things unless it was absolutely necessary. What? You mean those two fish? Being extremely hungry is not a last resort... Just when Jiang Lin was boiling water in a second-hand small iron pot that he had half bought and half sent from Zhishui Town. "Tap tap tap tap tap..." The sound of horse hooves came from behind Jiang Lin. Jiang Lin looked up and saw a convoy parked not far away from where he was. It was called a caravan, but apart from a dozen tall horses and agile knights with swords across their waists, there were only three carriages. And one of them is obviously much more exquisite than the other two. A middle-aged man dressed as a butler got off the front carriage. The man walked to the middle carriage and said respectfully, "Miss, it's getting dark. If we want to get to the next post station, we'll have to travel all night. Why don't we camp here and spend the night there?" Soon, a maid poked her head out and said delicately, "The young lady said, please ask Mammy to bring food and hot water to the car." "Yes." The official nodded in agreement, but saw the maid handing him another purse. "This is a reward from the young lady." "The lady said that everyone had traveled so far for her, and this is compensation for everyone." The official heard this and said with a smile, "I dare not refuse the gift from your Excellency. I will thank you for the reward, Miss!" "Thank you for the reward, Miss!" The knights and the maids shouted in unison. Then came the joyful scene of dividing the money. Those who received the reward are full of enthusiasm. Jiang Lin, who was sitting diagonally opposite, witnessed it with his own eyes. "A wealthy family."
Jiang Lin smacked his lips. He could see clearly that although the purse was small, it was not filled with silver, but golden melon seeds. For a moment, Jiang Lin had the idea of "applying for the job". Without looking at it further, Jiang Lin waited for the water to boil, then carefully opened the sack, took out a large pancake, broke it in half, then thought for a moment, and broke it in half again. After taking out a quarter, Jiang Lin put the rest into his bag and patted it with satisfaction. "Sniff sniff..." Just as Jiang Lin was carefully eating the dry biscuit with water, he smelled a tempting aroma of meat. It goes without saying that the convoy came from the opposite direction. A large stove, obviously in military style, was set up, and pieces of greasy bacon were thrown into it. The meaty aroma is rough and primitive, but it is extremely tempting in the dark night. "It's probably not as delicious as pancakes." Jiang Lin muttered, glanced at the carriage where the young lady was, and sighed: "We are both practitioners, why do they have luxurious clothes and delicious food, while I...sigh..." There was a very obvious aura on that carriage. It is not an evil way, but the successor of the genuine, authentic and orthodox method. It’s just that some of them have not yet reached the level of cultivation and cannot restrain their qi. Either they have just entered the Tao, or they have just broken through a small realm. No matter which one it is, it proves that this is a cultivator of poor ability. Moreover, that aura gave Jiang Lin a very familiar feeling. It is a bit like our own Beidi Fa, but it is just similar, and the roots are not the same. But it has nothing to do with Jiang Lin anyway. Smelling the aroma of meat, Jiang Lin gnawed on the dry and hard pancake mechanically. Soon, a quarter of the pancake was eaten. Jiang Lin took out his cloak, hugged his knapsack, and lay down beside the campfire. Sleeping in the wild at night is actually a very dangerous behavior. Even for practitioners, one is naturally afraid of poisonous insects and wild beasts, so there is no need to worry about waking up with a bunch of lumps on one's body or missing a part. But these days, there are more than just poisonous insects and wild beasts in the dark. It's an evil and sneaky creature that likes to roam around in unpopulated places like this. For ordinary practitioners, this kind of thing is also the most feared thing. After all, whether you can defeat it is one thing, and whether it is time-consuming and laborious is another. But Jiang Lin didn't care about these things at all. Evil and sneaky? I have practiced Beidi Fa, if I am still afraid of this thing, then wouldn't it be a waste of time to practice Beidi Fa? On the contrary, Jiang Lin was looking forward to the arrival of one or two blind ghosts. It's a good thing to have something to pass the long night.
With this thought in mind, Jiang Lin closed his eyes as he smelled the aroma of meat coming from diagonally opposite. However, it didn't take long before Jiang Lin opened his eyes again. I don't know when those eyes turned dark. “Is there really someone who doesn’t have eyes?” Jiang Lin sat up and looked diagonally across. In his spiritual sense, he "saw" some very interesting things. Evil spirits and ghosts swarmed from all directions, like moths to a flame, gathering towards the "fire". As for the "fire", it was none other than the motorcade diagonally opposite Jiang Lin. "One, two, three, four, five..." Jiang Lin tried to count on his fingers, but finally gave up. There is no other reason, there are simply too many of them, to the point of being abnormal. At a glance, there are hundreds of various evil spirits. There are evil spirits that are the result of human malice, there are evil ghosts filled with resentment, and there are even evil things that are transformed from the evil thoughts of practitioners. These ghost creatures, which should have been clearly separated, or would definitely fight each other upon meeting, were now lurking quietly in tacit understanding. No, it's squirming. Creeping towards the convoy. After sensing this scene, Jiang Lin stood up. Jiang Lin didn't care what was hidden in the convoy. Since he had encountered an evil spirit, he couldn't just turn a blind eye. After all, generally speaking, this is a clear requirement of the Black Law. Once you see the evil spirit, you must get rid of it. To put it simply, this is also a "political achievement" of cracking down on a "criminal gang". Jiang Lin put his knapsack away, wrapped his cloak around himself, and walked over. "who!" As soon as he appeared, a knight on night duty saw Jiang Lin and grasped the hilt of his sword vigilantly. "Blessings and blessings are immeasurable." Jiang Lin bowed and was about to speak, but suddenly he narrowed his eyes and looked behind the knight. "You're here so quickly? Are you fighting over something?" The knight was stunned by the words of the Taoist priest who suddenly appeared in front of him. Just as he was about to ask something, he suddenly felt his body become stiff. An invisible chill filled his entire body in an instant and burst out in an instant. magician…… He stared at the Taoist in front of him, thinking that this was some evil trick. He wanted to open his mouth to warn him, but he only spat out a mouthful of grayish-white frost mist in vain.
"Roar…………" The low, strange, hoarse, heart-chilling roar came to mind the next moment. A black and red skirt appeared above the knight's head. The red-clothed ghost, whose face was extremely pale, stretched out his long blood-red nails and was about to pierce the knight's crown. But Jiang Lin just stood there. Because he sensed a surge of energy. The next moment, the clear sound of the mantra rang out from inside the exquisite carriage. "The Taiyin is born, the essence of the water level. The void responds to the upper part, and the tortoise and the snake merge into one. It travels around the six directions, and its power controls all spirits. There is nothing that it does not observe, and no wish that it does not fulfill. At the end of the catastrophe and the beginning of the catastrophe, it will cut down the evil spirits!" "Hurry and obey the command of the Holy Emperor Zhenwuyou!" As mentioned in the previous article, when practitioners chant mantras, they are chanting while adhering to the Dharma. It may sound long, but it is only a short period of time. When the true spell is cast, power will arise! "boom!" Mighty and domineering, pure and clear righteousness burst out from the carriage! "Roar!!" The red-clothed evil ghost was caught off guard and was hit all over the head and face by the righteous energy. He couldn't help but howl, and his dark red figure flew out like a cannonball! Jiang Lin narrowed his eyes and looked at the carriage in sudden realization. No wonder I felt familiar with him. It turns out that he is a true fellow Taoist from the same clan but different lineage. The Beidi lineage that he practiced originated from Ziwei Emperor, while the one in the carriage should be the Yousheng Zhenjun lineage. Or to put it another way. Zhenwu lineage. One of the four saints of the North Pole in Ziweiyuan. It is said that among the Four Saints of the North Pole, Marshal Tianpeng is the leader. In fact, strictly speaking, Emperor Zhenwu is not included. To some extent, this emperor is on par with Marshal Tianpeng. It can even be said that he is independent of the Four Sages of the North Pole. We can tell something from the title of "Emperor". But no matter what, Jiang Lin’s words “same clan, different bloodline” are not wrong. but…… "Sure enough, the repair is not good enough..." Jiang Lin muttered. The dignified Zhenwu Divine Mantra, the signature skill of the Zhenwu lineage and also the required core method, was used at this moment, but it did not completely defeat the evil ghost in red.
Jiang Lin looked in the direction where the red-clothed evil spirit was blown away. The evil ghost in red clothes got up from the ground and floated in the air again. There were many traces of smoke and fire on the dark red dress, and its aura became weak. But in the end, his soul was not torn to pieces. Sometimes, restraint also comes from the basic law. "Roar!" The Zhenwu spell just now seemed to have aroused the ferocity of the red-clothed ghost. Although half of his life had been blown away, he became even more ferocious! It was flying, tears and blood flowed from its eyes, and its claws became sharper and sharper! "Violent!!" "hiss!!" "Ouch!!" As the red-clothed ghost rushed up again, there were some shadowy and evil things behind him. Evil spirits, demons, ghosts... Jiang Lin even saw a mandrill, as well as some fox ghosts, painted skins and other ghostly creatures. It's a hodgepodge of evil and demons, nothing more than this. "Please give me the sword!" The cultivator who was practicing martial arts inside the carriage finally realized that there was more than one evil ghost in red outside. Along with a clear shout, a blue figure rushed out from the carriage. It was a woman wearing a blue long dress, holding a vermilion jujube wood sword in her hand. From the faintly charred color, it can be seen that this is the lightning-struck jujube wood sword that Taoist practitioners desire most. "It's actually a tree core, and it's at least a hundred years old..." Jiang Lin was a little jealous, really. Such a magic sword made from the heart of a jujube wood struck by lightning for a hundred years cannot be said to be hard to come by, but at least it is a treasure that one would keep close to one's heart. What's more, it has been consecrated and refined by a Taoist practitioner using the Zhenwu Divine Mantra! Jiang Lin suddenly thought of a sentence. A sword in the hand is worth a hundred thousand gold! This sentence is even a bit of an understatement to describe the Zhenwu sword in the blue-clothed woman's hand. "I obey Zhenwu's command!" The woman in blue didn't waste any words. She chanted the mantra, and the Zhenwu sword in her hand sent out a dazzling chain, and she slashed at the evil spirits! "Zheng!!" There was a sound of sword in the void, and any evil spirit that touched the sword would be instantly killed.
It’s just that there are too many evil spirits and they cannot be completely eliminated at once. Seeing this, Jiang Lin temporarily lost the desire to take action. Although this fellow Taoist in blue is not very skilled in Taoism, he is obviously a "big spender". Starting with a golden magic weapon, how can I play against the boss? "Roar!!" At this moment, a roar of beast suddenly sounded behind Jiang Lin! Jiang Lin turned around and saw that his campfire had been stepped on and extinguished. A group of ghost wolves with blue flames on their bodies, howling and running towards us as if they came out of hell! No one knew what these ghost things were. They looked like ghosts but not ghosts, and like beasts but not beasts. They actually evaded Jiang Lin's spiritual sense. Jiang Lin's face suddenly calmed down because he saw his knapsack being stepped on by the group of ghost wolves. Some biscuit crumbs mixed with dirt were ruthlessly trampled by the following ghost wolves. Soon, there was no difference between the mud cakes. Seeing this, he silently rolled up his sleeves. (End of this chapter)
