Chapter 208: Maoshan

The previous task is to assist the grass head king who almost annihilated in history, killing one old and one less two real dragons, which is called the sky!
But now, it is only seven days after survival. It is simple and natural.
After going to this clamp, Wu Ming can carefully explore this world and try to find the black hand behind the scenes!
"No matter how the layout of the man behind the scenes, the task of the main shrine must be escaped!"
Wu Ming thought carefully: "I am now entering the board, but I jumped out, just hiding my identity, and then going to the group of reincarnations to see which authority is in the pit... ah! If you can do it, Li Xiuyun should also help. !"
At this time, I walked out of the wing and went to the front of the water tank as a mirror.
Inside, a fifteen-year-old Taoist child, born with a big eyebrow and a big face, is ordinary, but the sword eyebrows into the shackles, a pair of eyes quite a bit smart and warm.
"There is a view of the wild road here. In the past, there were only the old Taoist priests and the two children. The identity does not need to be concealed, very good!"
Wu Ming came to the main hall in a few steps. This old way raised his flesh for these years, but he should still give it to the earth for peace, and cause cause and effect.
"Ok?"
After these steps, Wu Ming’s brow is a wrinkle:
This view seems to be dilapidated, but it hides mystery. The old road should be a way of doing things. It’s just a ghostly, full of yin, not the right way...

When you come down to the main hall, you will see that the gods are not enshrined, but a Shura Yaksha, horrible, and the gods are cracked, with a blackened color.
"Crazy!"
Wu Ming shook his head and knew that some of the side-by-side roads liked to worship the evil spirits, and controlled by the law, and then went to the folks to collect incense and would grow stronger.
Such a method is easy to be countered by ghosts and gods, and it is not allowed to live forever. It is only a method of partiality, and it has always been a bad way.
However, at this time, although there is still a divine power in the altar, the night of the ghosts has disappeared.
Look at the old road, sitting cross-legged, seven bloodshed, there is a line in front of the faint.
"If you don't have a real person, you still have to look out for it, but you have to show what kind of evil method, and you will die."
Although it is a demon, but it is a bit fate, Wu Ming will come forward, to conquer his body.
Snapped!
When the hand touched, the old body suddenly decayed and turned into a pile of dead bones, the robe was scattered, and a roll of black, a small black bag.
"Maoshan Sutra?"
When Wu Mingzhen started, I saw that this volume of ancient books seems to be quite a few years old. The pages of the paper are yellowed. The above are all some fierce and savage techniques. The first one is a refining scent, but it is only a slight introduction. According to Wu Ming's eyesight, I saw a lot of mistakes. I can cultivate to the Master and I can't hope to break through the real person.
"This is the so-called disintegration. I don't know where to get a refining sputum. I have collected these hot spells, but I don't have to live forever. After all, I don't want to be good..."
The vast majority of the Taoist temples, there are always some secrets, and there are also intelligent and intelligent people in the world, who can get the realization and step into the road.
It’s just that there is no real law. After all, there is no hope for longevity, and it’s even better to pursue the power of the technique.
Such a side door, if it is shipped to the future, has a great fortune, complements the Tao, and is also transported by the air, perhaps it can be promoted to the door of the Tao, but more is still the inheritance of two or three cats and cats, and finally die. .
"Well? Yaksha moves the soul?!"
Suddenly, Wu Ming turned to the page of Maoshan Jing, and saw the description of the mouth, and suddenly it was a spirit.
In an instant, a memory of this body emerged again.
Most of them are the old ways to collect filth and kill the soul, the terrible side.
It’s just that the predecessor is stupid and stupid. I don’t know what is good or evil. I don’t know how to be beautiful or ugly. Even if I see it, I don’t care. I’m coming over, but it’s a blessing in disguise. Otherwise, ordinary people will see it, I’m afraid to be scared to death.
"This person must be a demon person, and it is not bad for this stupid boy. It turned out to be this!"
Wu Ming looked at this ‘Ya Fork to Move the Soul’ and it was a smile.
This so-called "Night Shifting Soul Law" is a very sinister and sinister method in Maoshan, and ranks first among many evil methods! It is designed for the real people, the gods who have not succeeded in the Yuanshen!
Generally speaking, we first find a suitable shack, and then sing a night of ghosts and ghosts. After cultivating and growing up, we will smash our own yin and smother the spirit of the yoghurt and sorrow, and make the yin have the power of the real person. , you can win the life.
"Just the success rate of this method is quite low, and the Yinshen and the ghosts and gods are one and the same, I am afraid that the mind will gradually get lost... and act against the sky, it is easy to be robbed..."
Wu Ming shook his head. This method of Maoshan’s self-sustaining first method is this appearance. Others are also not good at it, but it is to let him know the cause and effect:
"There is not much time in this old road. When I see a foolish child, it is a good house. I won it. I want to use the night fork to move the soul to extend the life! But this method is too traumatic and dangerous. It must be What was wrong with the exhibition, the old and the night fork ghosts and gods have died together..."
He is very clear that if he fails to do so, if he fails, I am afraid that it is not so simple to return to the reincarnation, but the true soul is scattered and the spirit is gone.
"The corpse of this old road is like this, it must be pumping the whole body of blood and bone marrow, turning it into vitality, and fighting hard!"
Wu Ming sighed and found a broom. He integrated the old robes and ashes into one, and went to the Taoist temple to find a place to bury it: "Even if your heart is evil, but you have no success, you have to raise it." Well, I still want to worship you!"
After the masonry was a grave, and the tombstone was erected, Wu Ming slightly succumbed to a ceremony, and then he no longer read it again. He came to the Taoist temple and found a bit of Huang Jing and other things to roast, and then he sat down on the spring water to start eating. Count the family.
"Well? I can't think of this old Taoist priest actually giving this idiot a good idea? Oh... I must have prepared it for myself after the soul was moved. Is the horn 'take the star'? It's not bad!"
At night, Wu Ming ordered the oil lamp, looked at the robe and the plaque on the table, and some gold and silver entangled, not a happy face.
"This saves me a lot of trouble..."
It is said that since he decided to stun the people and hide his identity, in the world of the big week, he has to inherit the identity of this idiot and the opportunity of air transportation as a cover.
It is like a sacred ghost in the Fuso world.
Since it is hidden, you can't go beyond the rules, and you can't go out of style!
For example, he is a good at five raids, but this idiot has no way to learn, and he uses it. Although he does not immediately raise concerns, but it is easy to be noticed ‘abnormal’! This is true for the heavens of this world, or by the black hands behind the scenes!
"With this trick, it is proof of identity, and there is a lot of things to save!"
The priest's degree is the same as that of the monk. It is all in the world. It can also be placed on the Taoist temple. It has many privileges. It is basically equivalent to half a scholar. Even if it is a chaotic world, it has no such thing as a small body. It is still a little useful. of.
"The identity is there, the Tao also needs to cover!"
Wu Ming frowned, and provoked the "Maoshan Jing", and looked at it again: "Although it is not possible to refine the scent of life, a few surgical methods to pursue the power, to smash the soul and kill, is also inferior, not as good as five Thunder, but it will be used!"
Also open the black skin with the "Maoshan Jing", a filthy black gas is pouring out, turned into a skull head, two points in the middle of the smoldering, miserable.
"Zombie is not stiff, demon is not demon, ghost is not a ghost!"
Wu Ming recognized it at a glance. This is the finest one. It ranks third in the 7th and 49th methods of the Maoshan Sutra. It is to collect the skulls of the people born in the Yin and Yin days of the Yin Dynasty. The number of Qi Tianqi, together with the demon ghost, is made in the lung poisoning of the earth, can fly away, spit black gas, smother the soul, let the killing force into the second peak, it is not bad.
This is the old-age ritual. When it is released, it will naturally be countered.
But how can he be afraid of this? If it is normal, a ray of law will pass, and then it can be crushed into powder. At this time, my heart is moving, remembering the mouthfuls recorded in the "Maoshan Jing", suddenly sneer, handcuffs, and words in the mouth.
"Hey..."
The cranial head flew in the house, fluttering with oil lamps, but was bound by the curse, neither dare to attack Wu Ming, nor dare to escape the window.
"disease!"
After a scent of incense, Wu Ming opened his eyes, and a drop of blood appeared on his finger, and he quickly fell into the black fog.
Hey! Hey!
The sound of a thirsty devil's cow was heard, the black mist was tumbling, and the skull was covered with a big mouth, and it seemed to be satisfied, swallowed black gas, turned into a dark green jade, and fell to the ground.
"This is the essence of 骷髅 ........."
Wu Ming picked up the jade, and the heart seemed to have a trace, and received it directly, and looked at other things in the bag.
This skin is not big, and there are not a few things inside.
With the skill of this old road, I can't even practice the implements that must be mustard seeds, but there are a lot of other miscellaneous gadgets hidden.
For example, a pair of paper-made horses, as long as they are attached to the legs, can be used to perform the magic of the gods, five hundred miles a day.
There are also a few paper people who can change the spirit of the heavens and the majesty.
"These are not small, the black dog blood on the scene, a few pieces of rotten peach can be broken, not to mention the special taboo military and extravagant ... or should find a time, re-refining again!"
Even so, Wu Ming estimates that this "Maoshan Jing" is intensified, and this scattered instrument can also be worth a thousand merits in the main shrine. If it is hit by the general reincarnation, it is not too small. The chance is.
"What am I supposed to be? Is it a blessing in disguise?"
Wu Ming smiled, and immediately turned a face, the evils of the blessings, the heavenly path, the change of yin and yang, perhaps hidden in it?