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Text Chapter 97 Trouble in Rebirth

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    I was in a dazeI don't know how long it took.

    Wu Liang is a heavenly being!

    When I opened my eyes, I found that the night had turned into day, the scorching sun was shining in the sky, and unknown birds in the valley were flapping their wings and singing happily on the branches.

    Shaking your body's limbs, slightly fatigue, the vitality consumed in the body has recovered.

    Recalling what happened last night, it seemed like I had a big dream.

    The situation is not good!  The irritability in my heart was about to burst out again, making me want to vent. Even the chirping of birds sounded unpleasant.

    Opening his mouth and breathing out, the white light directly killed a big bird not far away.

    The bloody scene cleared my mind and made me feel less hot.

    My heart has been contaminated by the blood evil I've become obsessed I don't know how to describe the current situation, I just know it's very dangerous.  Maybe if you don't succeed in cultivating Taoism, you may become the kind of demon in martial arts novels that everyone shouts to beat.

    Take a deep breath, stand with your feet open, toes turned in, bend your knees and sit on your hips, and stand in a typical "high-looking horse" stance.

    Immediately, the thumb is retracted and hidden in the palm of the hand. While breathing in and out, the shoulders are slightly drooped, the arms are slightly internally rotated, the elbows are dropped, and the breath is sinking.  He twisted around again and threw his arm out suddenly, causing a muffled sound in front of him.  Vaguely, a vortex as big as the mouth of a bowl formed in the air, stirred away, and disappeared two or three feet away.

    I practiced Baguazhang again and again Throughout the day, I practiced Baguazhang in the valley.

    Whenever I practiced Baguazhang before, I could quickly clear away the traces of blood-evil energy in my consciousness, and then my mind would return to its original state.

    But this time the effect was not very obvious. The blood-evil energy in the consciousness was like a dog-skin plaster that could not be shaken off even if it stuck to it.

    After struggling for so long, as the sun was about to set, I realized my stomach was growling.

    I wanted to ask Ah Huang to get some game to roast and eat, but when I turned around I saw that there was still fear in the little guy¡¯s eyes, so I had to give up.  Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing, use your spiritual consciousness to sense that there is a wild boar not far away looking for food, rush away directly, kill it under the palm of your hand, and then carry it back to the cave.

    After a while, the wild boar meat made a sizzling sound, and an oily smell filled the air.  Being hungry for such a long time, I didn¡¯t pay much attention to it.  Holding the pig leg and gnawing on it.

    After I was full, I thought about the situation in front of me.

    I originally wanted to take a trip around the country to hone my mind and will.  Unexpectedly, by some strange combination of circumstances, he was carried to Nanyang by the strong wind.  Moreover, he has continued to kill people, and now he is even more riddled with blood evil karma.

    "The body of a Taoist is created with the same creation as the heaven and earth. The heaven, earth and yellow are the furnace, the six qi of Taixu are the essence, the body and mind are the medicine and fire, and the universe, yang and yin are the machine. If you do not understand the principles of heaven and earth, you will not be able to open the door to the great road."

    No wonder it is often said in monastic books that the secular world is like a big dye vat. Once you enter, it is difficult to get out.  I once thought that I would be among thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching me.  It seems that I overestimated myself and just jumped in, but I couldn't get up.

    Well, don¡¯t think so much for the time being. Let¡¯s go out of the mountains and see where you are, and then return to China to make plans.

    Ignoring Ah Huang behind me, I walked in the jungle, not following the path I came from, but running towards the sun step by step.  The pace seemed slow, but in fact it was still very fast, and he disappeared in the valley in the blink of an eye.

    However, the feeling of being spied on has not completely gone away.

    I have become accustomed to it, and I am definitely still being stared at by high-tech gadgets from the United States.  Satellite, or drone

    If they dare to come, I don¡¯t mind another fight.

    In a dense tropical jungle in Nisong, there is a dark canyon with several exquisite wooden houses standing in the middle of the canyon.

    It seems that few people come to this place, and the only path is covered by vines.

    If it weren¡¯t for someone¡¯s guidance, Pietro wouldn¡¯t have been able to find this place at all.

    In the dark wooden house, an old man was shouting abuse and roaring in Nisong Aboriginal language.

    This old man is very dark and short, with a skinny body. He suddenly looks like a shriveled skeleton that has been skillfully covered with a layer of human skin, like a hungry ghost.

    This person¡¯s voice was hoarse, but gave people a cold feeling.  It was so weird that the young people standing in front of him couldn't help but tremble.  Probably sensing the movement outside, the old man coughed and spoke a series of Aboriginal languages.

    There was a young man who bowed respectfully to the old man, then turned back and exited the cabin.

    "Mr. Pietro, this is the place where my master practices. Please wait a moment for me to go in and report." A middle-aged man with a white cloth on his head stopped at the mouth of the valley and solemnly explained in English: "Remember?Don't step into the valley before I come out, otherwise I won't be able to save you.  "

    "Is there any danger in this valley?" A young white man named Nader asked curiously.

    "You will know after you see for yourself." The middle-aged man made a gesture casually, and saw several venomous snakes that were swallowing snake messages immediately emerging from the vines next to him.

    Next to the poisonous snake, there is a centipede crawling slowly.

    "It's just poisonous snakes and centipedes, what's there to be afraid of?!" Nader curled his lips in disapproval and reached out to catch them.  He is from the special forces of the United States. He has never seen any animals, so of course he is not afraid of this thing.  In the past, it was common to eat venomous snakes alive during field training.

    "Be careful, they have been surrendered" the middle-aged man shouted urgently.

    Before the words were spoken, the poisonous snake swayed and penetrated into Nader's clothes as fast as lightning.

    "Ahah" Then, the man's body stiffened, twitched, and his face quickly turned dark.

    The middle-aged man hurriedly spoke a series of Aboriginal languages, and then the venomous snake emerged from Nader's trousers.  What was even more terrifying was that a dark brown centipede came out of his mouth.

    The expressions of several soldiers who were initially disapproving changed completely at this moment, and they stared blankly at the wooden house deep in the valley.

    "Mr. Pietro, tell your men to be more honest. If there is a second time, I will not save you." The middle-aged man's words were a little cold.

    "We understand." The leading white man nodded.

    If I were here, I would naturally be able to tell that this person is the captain who chased me two days ago.

    "No need to wait, my junior brother is out to greet us." The middle-aged man just took two steps and turned around to say something.

    ¡°¡­¡± The visitor babbled a lot of words to the middle-aged man, as if asking questions.

    The middle-aged man responded hastily, seemingly trying to defend himself.

    Finally, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained to the white man: "My master has agreed to see you."

    "He hasn't gone in to report yet, why did your master agree?"

    ¡°There is nothing in this valley that my master doesn¡¯t know.¡± The middle-aged man explained with a hint of pride.

    "The East is really a magical place. There are so many strange spells, sword fairies, and head-dropping masters?" The white man sighed repeatedly, but his expression became more and more gloomy. It seemed that he was remembering the pale scene he just encountered.

    "We are also very curious about that cultivator. Don't worry, he will never run away as long as my master is here to help." The middle-aged man followed.  (To be continued)
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