My Weird Life - Vol 2 Chapter 736

Chapter 736 Resurrection (12)

Su Wu’s thought suddenly arises, and another thought dies.

He paid attention to the current situation again—but seeing that the “Zhongzu” gathered himself, making the red mist more condensed, almost turning into a liquid, blending with the white phosphorous fire to grind the “Zhenwu Supreme General” and failing to make it,

The billowing red mist suddenly dispersed,

Although the white phosphorous fire still clustered around the talisman, it no longer revolved around the talisman, showing pale flames, burning the talisman.

Zhongzu seemed to give up struggling.

However, at the next moment, strands of white phosphorous fire were thrown into the red talisman one by one, and fused with the red talisman. As the white phosphorous fire representing the consciousness of the ancestors merged into the red talisman, what scattered in all directions was The billowing red mist transformed from Zhongzu’s body also poured into the crimson talisman continuously!

The ‘red cloud streamers’ that filled the mountain road were all poured into the scarlet talisman!

The scarlet talisman suddenly glowed with white light!

In the blazing white light, strands of red flames outline a Taoist silhouette with a white face, beardless face, most of his forehead is bald, and he still stubbornly wears a Hunyuan hair bun. The Taoist is wearing a Taoist robe outlined by red flames. Yin Yang fish picture, ‘his’ arm suddenly stretched out from the wide sleeve robe, and grasped forward—

At the moment when the red cloud streamer and the scarlet talisman met, the rusty brass dharma sword, which was stagnant and covered with rust, reached out and grabbed it with the bald, hunchbacked, white-faced and round-faced Taoist, and was caught by the virtual palm of the sword. Hold it in your palm!

Immediately afterwards, the bald Taoist pointed the tip of the brass dharma sword towards himself, opened his mouth, and swallowed the terrifying brass dharma sword that looked like a dharma sword, and filled his throat inch by inch. , until the hilt was swallowed by his mouth!

‘He’ stood on the edge of the steps,

The figure was convulsed one after another.

At the other end of the mountain road,

The three Maoshan friends looked at the bald Taoist and Su Wu who was behind the old Taoist, each of them had a perplexed and dazed look on their faces.

At the end of the mountain road,

Su Wu also frowned secretly when he saw the bald Taoist.

The Taoist image is too different from the appearance of the ‘Zhongzu’ he imagined, but the other party should be Zhongzu without a doubt.

What is Zhongzu’s current state?

Is it human or tricky?

Dead or alive?

Su Wu knew nothing about it.

While the three Maoshan friends with confused expressions gathered together, Xuanzhao muttered in a low voice: “The red mist poured into the talisman and turned into the shadow of this bald Taoist. The red mist must be Zhongzu, so the bald Taoist right now should be Zhongzu. Zu?

But I have seen the portrait of Zhongzu, it is a handsome Taoist priest with hair like clouds and a delicate female face, this bald Taoist—he doesn’t look like the Zhongzu in the portrait from his hair…”

“…”

“…”

Xuan Jue and Xuan Qing looked at each other, and were silent for a while, neither of them responded to Xuan Zhao’s words.

Xuanzhao the peach blossom sticking out of his purse—Xuan Bi made a voice at this time: “Now is the time to pay attention to whether the bald Taoist is like the ancestor? How did Nephew Yang Zhen get that spell?

He seems to have the ability to cover up cause and effect and cut off your memory—

But a day ago, he was clearly just a little Lulu student who had just been granted a talisman!

How is this going? I can’t figure it out…”

“Exactly!

Xuan Zhaobai has lived such an old age, and he is still as young as ever. He can’t pay attention to the punctuality, and only asks some weird questions! ” Xuan Jue echoed what Xuan Bi said in a solemn voice.

Xuanqing nodded, then shook his head again: “Whatever he is? Just ask in a while and you’ll know.

No matter what he is, he is still our Maoshan disciple.

And—now Li Gui, who almost cut off the incense of Maoshan witches, seems to have been suppressed again?

Compared with those things, this is obviously more important! ”

Xuan Qing’s voice fell,

Several juniors agreed deeply, nodded one after another, and turned their attention to the bald Taoist whose figure became more and more solid, and he was no different from a real person—the bald Taoist’s body no longer convulsed. The shape is exactly between the ‘Three Friends of Maoshan’ and Su Wu.

At this time, ‘he’ turned his back to the ‘Three Friends of Maoshan’, and faced Su Wu, Jishou saluted and said: “Thank you for your help, little fellow Taoist, Chang Jing framed Jishou.”

Hearing what the bald Taoist priest said, several Taoist priests of the Xuan generation suddenly had different expressions.

Xuanzhao shrank his neck;

The old **** Xuanjue is there, eyes closed and silent;

Xuan Qing stretched out his hand directly to the back of Mr. Bai Yun’s “Chang Jing Frame” at this time: “Patriarch, Yang Zhen is our nephew, how inappropriate is it for you to call him a fellow Taoist—”

“Pindao now feels the patriarch’s imprint and restores his original self, because the little fellow Taoist gave the merit of ‘Taishang Xuantian Zhenwu Supreme General’.

The kindness of conferring a talisman is no less than the kindness of a master’s teaching. “Chang Jing didn’t even look at the three Maoshan friends behind him, and only spoke to Su Wu, seemingly turning a deaf ear to the words of the Maoshan three friends, but he then spoke in an indirect response to what Xuan Qing said, “However, the little fellow Taoist is Maoshan again. A disciple of the “Yang” character generation under the Wumen.

Zongmen rules come first.

In this way, Pindao will not be able to perform the teacher’s etiquette to your Excellency,

I can only call you a fellow daoist, and please don’t blame the little fellow daoist. ”

“I worship under the Maoshan Wumen, and the teacher’s family is in trouble. It is the right thing to save the teacher’s family.

Patriarchs don’t have to worry about it. “Su Wu also returned the salute to Zhongzu Jishou, saying so.

His eyebrows turned vertically and his eyes turned, and the three pupils were still in a state of converging into one—even so, he still couldn’t see the real state of Chang Jing’s frame at the moment.

“Are you just worshiping under my Maoshan witch sect?” The bald Taoist Chang Jing looked at Su Wu frame-by-hand, and suddenly smiled, “The cultivation level of the talismans of the Zhenwu Temple Department in Lushan Mountain, the little Taoist friend, is already an outstanding master realm.

Continuing to practice like this, it is not difficult to establish a sect in the same vein and be honored as the ‘Patriarch’.

Especially—the practice of the little Taoist friends is not limited to the Zhenwu temple system. This Zhenwu temple system is quite different from the temple system that Pindao had sensed before.

You still have a ‘Jiemu’ of the ‘Gushi Renjiao’.

Chang Jing frame has practiced since the Tang Dynasty, and has gone through many calamities until now. People like the little Taoist friends who have “traces” of the “old man’s teaching” have only seen “Lu Dongbin”. ”

So the beginning of human religion, offering sacrifices?

He is talking about the true pupil of the six-day old ghost? !

Su Wu’s brows and vertical eyes suddenly closed!

From the birth of this eye until now, only Zhongzu Chang Jinghua saw the eye between his brows, and the rest, even if they were as strong as Chilong Master, didn’t notice Su Wu’s vertical eye between brows!

Su Wu had a deeper understanding of Zhongzu’s strength,

Ranked it only under ‘Jianzhen’!

Since Zhongzu noticed that his eyebrows were raised, he could sense that Su Wu was spying on him with that ‘sacrifice eye’. Su Wu wasn’t shy either, and immediately turned to Zhong Patriarch, saying: “I’m spying on Patriarch secretly because I can’t be sure of Patriarch’s current state. I’m worried that there might be something wrong. Patriarch, please don’t blame me.”

“Normal.” Zhongzu touched the top of his forehead, only to find a bald patch.

He turned his head and looked at the “Three Friends of Maoshan” behind him, and said: “In the years of practicing in the poor way, more than half of the time has been spent in death, and my fellow disciples of the same generation are all dead now.

I have seen my juniors, but they all died.

Later, disciples could only learn about my past from the ancestral halls and classics of the ancestors.

At the moment I appear in this appearance that does not conform to your imagination, and then I showed that weird and grotesque appearance just now, it is normal for you to have doubts about the identity of the poor. ”

Zhongzu looked at Xuanzhao, Xuanzhao lowered his brows and shrank his neck, not daring to look at him.

Then I heard Zhongzu continue: “Since you have seen my portrait, you can still remember my portrait, presumably you often go to the ancestor’s ancestral hall.

Here I will lead the way, and we will go to the Patriarch’s Ancestral Hall.

—The ancestral hall enshrines the life lamps of the ancestors of the past dynasties. When the ancestors die, the life lamps still do not go out.

However, if the patriarch “gave life from death” or even “gained fire from death”, then the lamp in the lamp must be in full bloom like a green lotus. Now, let’s go to the ancestral hall of the patriarch to see if the ever-burning lamp in front of the pindao tablet is in full bloom. A green lotus? ”

“Disciple obeys.” Xuanzhao replied with drooping brows.

Chang Jing walked up to him, walked side by side with him, and said: “The portrait of the patriarch can’t be real. After all, the patriarch’s deeds are outside, and he comes here in admiration of Taoists. If he sees that the patriarch’s real face is a bald Taoist priest, he will be disappointed. .

Therefore, painters often beautify the portraits of the ancestors.

You don’t have to believe that the person in the portrait is me. I have been balding since I was forty.

The higher the cultivation level, the faster the baldness. ”

“…” Several Taoists of Xuan’s generation fell silent.

After a long time, Xuanzhao squeezed out a few words between his teeth: “Yes… this disciple can save me.”

Chang Jing frame looked back at Su Wu again, and waved at him.

Su Wu quickened his pace and followed behind the red-robed Taoist priest.

Following Zhongzu’s side, he sensed the other party’s location, but only sensed ’empty space’, obviously the other party existed in his sight, but if Su Wu closed his eyes, he would feel that there was nothing beside him, as if Zhongzu didn’t exist.

In such a state, I don’t know whether it is the cultivation base achieved by Zhongzu after the “eight births and seven deaths”, or his current state is abnormal, in the state of “death and death”?

Zhongzu is nothing in Su Wu’s mind,

But the connection between Su Wu and the ‘Zhenwu Supreme General’ still exists.

As long as he has a thought, he can recall that talisman.

It is precisely because this talisman is under his own control that Su Wu can be so calm about Zhongzu’s recovery—whether the opponent is the real Zhongzu or not, as long as the “Zhenwu Supreme General’s Talisman” is still in his grasp, the chance of victory will always favor to him.

“The cultivation of the four of you is really poor.

When I was in charge of the Maoshan shaman, I never saw a Taoist priest who had cultivated to the point where his talisman body was still incomplete, and he had never really been close to the temple system. ” Zhongzu spoke again at this time, and included ‘Xuanqing’, ‘Xuanjue’, ‘Xuanbi’ and ‘Xuanzhao’ into his strike range.

Focus on Xuanzhao’s old way.

It refers to the person who has practiced to Haoshou, but the body of the talisman is still incomplete, and no one has really been close to the temple system, only Xuanzhao is the old Taoist.

As for why Zhongzu focused on Xuanzhao Laodao,

It is absolutely impossible to think that it is because Xuanzhao was the first to point out Zhongzu’s bald head.

(end of this chapter)