Chapter 47: Fighting the Old Man in the Jianghu (Please vote and read on) Sunny courtyard. A black light flashed by, and Qiu Zhen, who was sleeping on his side, suddenly woke up. There was a ball of thick black gas in Qiu Zhen's hand. He looked into the distance, feeling quite satisfied. "Bai Shu, let's go kill someone." Qiu Zhen stood up quickly, put on a new set of clothes that he had never worn before, put on the heavy bow with an iron frame on his back, and went out with Bai Shu. He was not born into a proper Taoist family, and did not know the rituals of "examination and summoning", nor did he have the right instruments for this, but he understood the principles of the method. It is nothing more than "setting up a prison to test evil spirits" - evolving the image of Fengdu Hell, to torture ghosts and demons. He thought about "Fengdu Hell" and dreamed about "Fengdu". He transformed himself into the King of Fengdu. He was surrounded by civil and military judges, ox-headed and horse-faced demons, and ghost soldiers and generals. The little ghost was so scared that he answered whatever he asked, and he dared not hide anything. He sold the goods faster than anything else. After mastering the [Xunfeng Fairy Deer Tendon], Qiu Zhen could run as fast as a horse, and his travel speed was not inferior to Bai Zhu at all. Under the moonlight, two figures, one big and one small, shuttled through the weeds like strong wind.
A quarter of an hour later. There is a barren mountain on the outskirts of Qingmu City. In the distance, you can hear the roars of animals and the cries of deer, and the croaking of frogs and the chirping of insects nearby. The mountains were shrouded in clouds and fog, the moonlight was dim, and the mountains and fields were pitch black. Ordinary people, if they don’t carry a lamp, they probably won’t even be able to walk. The third eye between Qiu Zhen's eyebrows glowed with golden light. Faintly, he saw teams of "ghost soldiers" wearing black armor and holding bone weapons patrolling in the dense forest ahead. “It’s really here.” Qiu Zhen was delighted. Ordinary acquired martial artists cannot "see" ghosts. Even if one is a congenital martial artist, if the ghost does not control the dark wind to reveal itself, he can only sense the ghost's aura in the dark but cannot see the ghost's form. That is Qiu Zhen. Although he is only a second-level martial artist, he has cultivated into a "Yin God". His clairvoyance has been further improved and he has the supernatural power of [Yin-Yang Eyes]. After seeing the soldiers in the dense forest from afar, he stopped immediately. Speaking of which, Master Yanshan is also a veteran in this field. He is cautious in his actions and has a high level of proficiency in military strategy. Within three miles of the dense forest, there are ghost soldiers lying in ambush and guarding everywhere, and there are eight teams of soldiers patrolling back and forth. The entire formation is watertight. Once someone breaks in and shows the slightest movement, it will alarm him. Whether it is deploying a formation to defend against the enemy or escaping, Master Yanshan has plenty of time to respond. But he met Qiu Zhen. Qiu Zhen looked in all directions to see where the ghost soldiers were, and his spiritual soul and body frantically deduced the best infiltration route. Soon, he held Bai Zhu in his arms, walked towards the forest with light steps and silent landing. Deep in the dense forest, a simple altar made of stones and mud appeared before us, with wisps of incense rising into the air. An old Taoist in a tattered Taoist robe sat cross-legged, his body thin and withered. He kept making hand gestures and chanting some words while performing rituals in front of the jar on the table in front of him. "Such weak Qi and blood."
Qiu Zhen was slightly surprised. The old Taoist in front of him had extremely weak energy and blood, not even as good as a first-level martial artist, and his whole body exuded a faint aura of decay and decay. No wonder this old Taoist acted so crazily, it turned out that there was a problem with his practice and he had to desperately seek opportunities. Serious cultivation of Taoism emphasizes "cultivating both nature and life", refining essence, energy and spirit, and proceeding gradually. A true master of Taoism may not dabble in killing martial arts, but his physical foundation is definitely not bad and his vitality is strong. The old Taoist who raises soldiers and horses is obviously a heretic. He raises ghosts all day long and is disturbed by cold and evil ghost energy. Although his soul is very powerful and his magic skills are extraordinary, his body is declining. If one does not have great fortune later on, one will never be able to "refine essence into qi" and become a Yin spirit in his lifetime. "Boy, what are you doing sneaking into the Taoist altar?" Suddenly, the old Taoist sitting cross-legged on the altar opened his eyes and looked towards the dense forest. His old eyes exuded a cold look: "Do you really think I'm deaf and blind?!" As he spoke, the old Taoist made some hand gestures, and a black energy barrier appeared around the altar, protecting it firmly. Then, there were gusts of cold wind in the dense forest, the sound of ghosts crying and howling, and faintly, the sound of weapons clashing. A group of ghosts soon surrounded Qiu Zhen. Qiu Zhen, who had planned to draw his bow and arrow to launch a sneak attack, was a little surprised when he heard this, but he was not afraid and walked out of the forest. "Old Taoist, have you discovered me a long time ago?" Qiu Zhen remained calm, but he was still a little confused. He was sure that the patrolling ghosts had not discovered him. "Your methods are indeed good. You managed to evade the inspection of my troops quietly. What a pity, what a pity." The old Taoist smiled sinisterly on his dry and wrinkled face, and looked at Qiu Zhen. After a brief look, he calmed down a little and sneered: "You have such a strong spirit. You have passed one or two levels, and there is still a little fox demon. Haha, you are really brave." "Gugu~Gugu~" As they were talking, the sound of birds singing could be heard in the woods. Mountain owl? owl? Qiu Zhen vaguely guessed something. Just now, he did notice some owls on the tree, but they were not monsters or demons. He thought they were just ordinary birds and beasts in the forest and didn't take them seriously. I never expected that the owl was actually raised by the Taoist priest. As expected of an old hand in the world, he has many tricks up his sleeve. Even with soldiers protecting him, he still managed to come up with this plan. It is really hard to guard against. He didn't lose the fight, but in terms of martial arts experience, he clearly lost. "Boy, you are calm!" Master Yanshan frowned and asked: "Who are you? Why are you trespassing on my altar?"
Qiu Zhen looked calm: "I had a good friend who was a monk. He died in your hands a few days ago." "You are the monk's accomplice!" The old Taoist suddenly realized what was going on and understood that the other party was here to seek revenge. He sneered in his heart and looked at Qiu Zhen as if he was a dead person. "You are just a young martial artist, and you are trying to imitate the young man's loyalty. What a fool!" The old Taoist snorted coldly, made some hand gestures with one hand and held a small black flag with the other. The wind was blowing in the forest, and sand and stones were flying. In just a short moment, hundreds of armored and armed ghost soldiers surrounded Qiu Zhen, and the soldiers were connected to each other as if they had formed some kind of formation. An ordinary martial artist, let alone a second-level martial artist, even a fourth- or fifth-level martial artist, like Captain Wu of the Demon Suppression Division, would be in great danger if he were alone and surrounded by soldiers and horses. Faced with the encirclement of troops, Qiu Zhen did not take the heavy iron-framed bow behind him. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm. Qiu Zhen did not move, but the soldiers under the command of the Taoist Yanshan did. Each of them held a bone spear, bone knife, and bone sword, and rushed over howling. The dark energy in the forest rolled and covered the sky, ready to drown the man and the fox at any time. Faced with the siege of hundreds of soldiers and horses, even Captain Wu, the demon-suppressing commander, found it difficult to resist. However, at this moment, Qiu Zhen moved, and a powerful spiritual consciousness suddenly burst out. The robes billowed. Pieces of yellow talisman paper flew out and surrounded his body. With the blessing of divine consciousness, the yellow talisman paper was activated all of a sudden. Lightning flashed, and the lightning talismans connected to form a lightning shield, protecting Qiu Zhen. "Zizzizi~" Lightning flashed, and in front of the extremely strong and masculine thunder, the murderous soldiers instinctively stopped and shrank back. "Xuanmen Thunder Method." On the altar, the old Taoist Yanshan, who had been confident of victory, suddenly turned pale. He looked at Qiu Zhen, who was standing with his hands behind his back and exerting his powerful spiritual power. His withered body trembled all over: "You are a powerful Yin God!" (End of this chapter)