Chapter 86

There is such a god: the leader of the sixth heavenly Dharma teachings in Hunyuan; the ancestor of the three religions; the general manager of the three Yuandu; the envoy of the nine heavenly eunuchs; the God of Yuantian; the Heavenly Demon God... so many titles, more than one hundred words of titles are just used to describe him alone.

That is the Xuantian Zhenwu God.

It is the Zhenwu Emperor who has his hair and feet, his feet stepping on the turtle and snake, and he has a fortune in Wudang Mountain, and enjoys the pleasure of eliminating demons and eliminating demons!

"I didn't expect you to keep the promise, but I didn't expect that I would be so stupid as to be so stupid." Yi Tianxing looked at the young master Qin Zi's clear back coldly.

"I have evil thoughts, but no malice." Qin Zi sighed: "I apologize to you for what happened today. It has been passed down for seventy years in three days, and it looks bright. Who knew that there was a big sword hanging on our heads, and it involved the life of our father. I had to do this."

Yi Tianxing sat scattered on the ground, forming a lotus seal with his hands, barely stabilizing his mind, and never looked at the woman again, and said coldly: "It turns out that the so-called heart-to-heart talk is just to lure me into the Golden Palace."

Qin Zi sighed, "The last breath of Zhenwu God in the mortal world remains here. Chun and Zhongzheng, even the monsters cannot escape his magical eyes."

"You did something wrong." Yi Tianxing shook his head.

"What's up?"

"If I were left in Wudang Mountain, it was for you to go to the back garden of Guiyuan Temple to take risks. I don't think you have this kind of strength, so it's not the key to whether I'm in the provincial capital, otherwise you would think I would talk nonsense with you for so long?"

"I won't say you will regret this kind of nonsense." Yi Tianxing's body was pressed to the ground by the breath in the Golden Palace: "Because you will definitely regret it."

The young master did not look back and walked slowly towards the palace gate. Suddenly, he stopped at the entrance of the palace gate: "My real name is Qin Zier, with many words. Yi Tianxing, if there is a good result this time, I will come to you to play chess."

A sentence contains a little meaning, telling Yi Tianxing the real name. One more word is to add a little more intimacy, which may contain a trace of guilt from the girl's family to deceive the pervert. "If there is a good result this time..." The sentence gives Yi Tianxing a little hope. As for playing chess, I don't know how much it has left.

Yi Tianxing lay on the ground like a frog in a mess and resisted the pressure of the remaining breath of Emperor Zhenwu. He was still admiring the girl's clear and exquisite mind. She could be so complicated in one sentence. When she carefully savored the meaning inside, she couldn't help but feel a little dazed, and even her anger at Qin Zi's previous deceiving herself was reduced by two points.

If the contract is broken before and deceived later, the young man will have a twelve-point anger in his heart. Even if he loses two points at this time, it is still a complete number.

But in a blink of an eye, his powerful power kept squeezing every detail in his body, making his meridians break and his flesh and blood tear, and he truly felt the breath of death.

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The Zhenwu Emperor in the Golden Palace was solemn, with a turtle and snake underneath, and his body was covered with fairy light, radiating through the heaven and earth. Yi Tianxing, who was standing in front of the statue like an ant, was now covered with an extremely arrogant aura. Somewhere in the back of his head, a hair was piercing pain, which made him stimulate an extremely powerful force.

The legendary demon hair that can give birth to a little monkey?

Yi Tianxing was shocked. He knew that this was definitely not his own power, but a magic weapon passed down to him by the ancestors of the back garden.

The Emperor Zhenwu seemed to feel the momentum emitted by the human in front of him. A small human dared to challenge his authority in front of him. The Emperor Zhenwu seemed to move with his eyebrows vaguely unpredictably.

It was this movement that Yi Tianxing, who was in the field, felt a force comparable to heaven and earth pressing towards him.

Yi Tianxing knew that the only statue in front of him was just a statue, but for some reason, he could still feel the huge power from the ancient divine beast. Perhaps this trace of power was just a trace of breath left by Emperor Zhenwu on earth, but it was still so shocking that it was irresistible.

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Provincial capital, in Guiyuan Temple.

When Yi Tianxing was stimulated by the demonic power of the hair on the back of his neck, his whole body exuded a momentum like a god and a demon, and fought against the remaining aura of the Zhenwu Emperor on earth, this kind of awe-inspiring wave of aura that penetrated the heaven and earth finally reached Guiyuan Temple.

In the thatched hut in the back garden of Guiyuan Temple, the round little Vermilion Bird was rolling beside the old monk wearing a tattered cassock to eat. Suddenly, he felt his father's breath and stood up suddenly. His two thin little feet supported his round body, which looked ridiculous.

"Gugugugu!" The little Zhuque felt Yi Tianxing's unwillingness and started angrily screaming.

The old monk next to him gently pointed at the tuft of silver feathers on its forehead with his fingers, and laughed and said, "Do you want to go? Then go, it's all your old acquaintance, and my hair seems to be almost out of reach."

As soon as he said that, the little Zhuque's body slowly became bigger. The originally soft fluff turned into extremely bright new feathers, and his whole body swelled about twice as big.

It staggered to the door of the cottage and looked at the western sky. The bird's beak opened slightly, and a sharp and angry chirping sounded throughout the temple.

"Woo!"

With a clear sound, the grown little Vermillion Bird flapped its wings and flew into a ball of red fire and flew into the sky, rising straight into the sky.

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Qin Zitouye had already returned to the provincial capital. At noon, the shadows of the forest outside Guiyuan Temple turned into shadows covering her whole body. She changed into clothes and took off her black outfit, but she still stood coldly at the gate of Guiyuan Temple. Thinking that Yi Tianxing was suffering in the Golden Palace in Wudang Mountain at this time, she couldn't help but sigh softly.

The little daughter’s thoughts and talent are inseparable from things like her younger daughter’s family, and they are the most unpredictable.

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It took a long time.

Outside the Guiyuan Temple Hall, Uncle Zhu stood beside Qin Zi, bowed slightly and said, "Young Master, everything is ready and you can do it at any time."

"Wait a little longer." For some reason, Qin Zi was a little uneasy.

There was a piece of green and yellow bamboo skin at the top of the bamboo stick on Uncle Zhu's hand, which was about three fingers wide and half a palm long. At this time, the bamboo skin gradually changed in color, and different levels of green colors gradually overlapped, and finally a few lines of words appeared.

Qin Zi glanced from the corner of his eyes and frowned slightly.

A bamboo stick was used to send a letter to Wudang Mountain.

"The fire broke out in the Golden Palace, and it is easy to escape."

Qin Zi was shocked and thought for a while. He could not understand how Yi Tianxing could run out of the Golden Palace that was dependent on the breath of Emperor Zhenwu and was protected by the Taoist Jing Xiao Dalei Langshu of Wudang Mountain. This cannot be blamed. Even if she had made perfect plans, the only Zong Si who knew that Yi Tianxing had a small Vermillion Bird was now missing. If she had known that Yi Tianxing had such a little red bird, she would definitely not have chosen the place where the young man was imprisoned on Wudang Mountain.

——Suhu Qu Zhenwu, that’s because of nepotism.

At this time, Qin Zi'er naturally didn't know the reason for the incident, but now the arrow was already in the string and had to be fired. He ignored the problem that the boy would encounter after he rushed back to the provincial capital. He walked towards the Guiyuan Temple Hall.

Master Binku was not on the main hall. Today, the preparatory meeting of the Second Session of the Eighth Provincial CPPCC was held. After the meeting was held in the CPPCC auditorium next to Shuiguo Lake, he took Ye Xiangseng to Baotong Zen Temple for vegetarian food. Ye Xiangseng sat beside him speechless, thinking that although his master was also the vice chairman of the Provincial CPPCC, he rarely attended these regular meetings. For some reason, he left the temple since the early morning. Thinking of the situation outside Guiyuan Temple, Ye Xiangseng felt a little bored and seemed to feel his restlessness. The sandalwood Buddhist beads on Master Binku's wrist slowly released a faint light, which made people feel at ease.

"I don't know what is going on with the Dharma Protector Yi now."

"Jixiangtian has entered the temple. Host, when will we go back?"

Master Binku's faint white eyebrows moved slightly: "Behind Shang Santian is the real powerhouse in the three thousand worlds. The young master has been planning to enter the back garden of this temple for months. The Buddha Sect is now in a weak position. How do you and I deal with it?"

"Disciple is stupid, please give me advice." Ye Xiangseng, who had a handsome face, asked respectfully.

Master Binku gently pulled the rosary from the tiger's mouth and whispered: "The Buddha's impermanence is. The bright moon and the river are bright breeze, the morning dew and the evening rain, and walk naturally. The young master wants to enter the back garden, so let's go in."

Ye Xiangseng was stunned.

"Can you still come out after just entering?" Master Binku said quietly: "A genius is like a young master, but he is just a little clever, but he has no great wisdom. He only sees a corner of things, but does not know the origin of things."

"Yi Tianxing has not yet heard of it."

"The moon hides jade rabbits hide the sun hide the black, and there is a turtle and snake that is bound together." Master Binku sighed, "How can we achieve the right result if we don't need this disaster? It has been destined to go to Wudang Mountain."

The wrinkles on Master Binku's face seemed to be erased at the same time, revealing a rare awe-inspiring image: "Not all Buddhas will not get angry." Xuan smiled again and said, "What's more, the Dharma protector Yi is coming back soon."

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When Yi Tianxing was almost crushed into dried meat by the breath of Zhenwu Emperor, such a question suddenly arose in his heart. The conversation with his ancestor master in the back garden of Guiyuan Temple the day before yesterday made him a little understand. But why is the breath of Zhenwu Emperor so hostile to him? Is there really such a big difference between the demonic aura and ordinary power?

He knew that the problem was the hair his ancestor had laid on him. The power on this hair was much stronger than his own. It was because of this hair that he escaped many times in the battle with Qin Zi. It was precisely with the power of this hair that he could barely resist the Chunhe Xiong aura of Emperor Zhenwu.

Unfortunately, the hair has no roots, and Yi Tianxing can't look back, and he can feel that the hair behind his head has gradually become weak, and gradually there are signs of being refined by the breath of Emperor Zhenwu.

A sneering sound.

The hair planted by our ancestors behind Yi Tianxing's head finally turned into a thread of blue smoke and rose into the air.

Now the direct confrontation with the aura of Emperor Zhenwu has been replaced by the fire element power in Yi Tianxing's body.

Yi Tianxing's body turned sharply, transporting his fire element to his limbs and chest, resisting the invasion of the omnipresent aura that seemed to come from ancient times. Only after contacting it did he find that the abundant fire element that he was proud of in the past seemed so weak and small at this moment, even the power contained in the hair on his back of his neck was far inferior.

There were countless Taoist priests outside the Golden Palace singing "Jingxiao Da Lei Lang Book" in unison, and spells activate the power of the Jin Body of Emperor Zhenwu.

The breath of Emperor Zhenwu in the Golden Palace was everywhere, filling the entire hall, but other things in the hall were still motionless, as if there was no wind or trace. However, Yi Tianxing, who was in it, had a sense of pain. The power that filled the surroundings squeezed his body like a water press. Whenever he lifted the fire true energy to fight against it, the power from this breath came like a flood, as if his true energy had a strange smell, which made Emperor Zhenwu, the turtle son, snake grandson, even more greedy...

When he was in a small county town, Yi Tianxing kept trying various measures to commit suicide in ordinary people because of his strange physique, such as jumping down from the fifth floor, and cutting it like a steak on his throat with a knife. However, he tried very little about the real sense of life and death, so he completely developed a life attitude that does not care about life and death. The so-called indifferent to life and death is actually just life and death is no longer a problem for him.

When he was covered in the snow pavilion by a cassock in the back garden of Guiyuan Temple, he thought of death.

At this time, he was squeezed by the residual human aura of Emperor Zhenwu, and he smelled the breath of death again.

He could no longer breathe, and the air around his body seemed to be afraid of that power and was isolated from his skin. As a result, he could not breathe any oxygen, and gradually felt dizzy and his limbs gradually became cold.

In a trance, Yi Tianxing subconsciously thought to himself: "Repent! If you can't beat that sinister girl, you should run away. You also want to learn from Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min about what you are talking about in the trap... so stupid!"

"When you come out and enter the breath, you should observe the impermanence of the Dharma. The second time you are born, the development and transformation will cause you, and even the combination of all the causes will not be paused at the beginning..."

He gently chanted the method of meditation and contemplation in his mind, and felt a little better, but his limbs were still pressed to the ground without being obedient, and he felt a little flattened.

The stone slab is so cool.

With a light bang, the bluestone floor in the Golden Palace could finally not withstand the powerful squeeze. The stone slab under Yi Tianxing was slightly cracked, and he was pressed into the shallow layer according to his human form. He was as if he was hit into the stone slab by a giant's palm, looking extremely strange.

In a trance, Yi Tianxing seemed to feel that the demon hair that had been planted on the back of his head had not dissipated in the air after being refined, but turned into blue smoke and drilled into his nose lightly.

There was a loud buzz in his head, and then he seemed to hear many people talking nonstop.

"Master, I'm knelt here for a long time."

"This money! You are not going to sleep in front, but you are here to come and do what you do?"

"My master agreed to everyone in front of the altar yesterday, and when the disciples were in the third update, they would go from the back door..."

"This guy is indeed created by heaven and earth! Otherwise, why would he break the mystery in my plate?"

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To be continued...