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Text Chapter 20: Offering sacrifices to the gourd to clear up the enchanting atmosphere.

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    "A stubborn heart is about to fly. It has led to the eternity and does not want to return. Fortunately, I met the Master because of dawn, and he is willing to teach and familiarize with you again. When you came, I went to the west. Now that I have realized my enlightenment, I will follow you. All kalpas are reincarnated.  You, all kinds of evil obstacles are due to you." Leng Fengchun was feeling secretly sad when he thought of the loneliness of the Qing family on Maoshan today.  Suddenly, there was a sound of "wave", and the light from the red cloud curtain was scattered in all directions like broken glass.  The water from the lake outside spurted up a meter of white waves and rushed in. His eyes turned cold in the spring. There were still books in the cave. How could he allow them to be destroyed?  With a cold snort, he raised three water-dividing forks, and flew out a streak of blue light. The surging water stopped for an instant, and slowly retreated under the push of the green light.  A figure suddenly rushed into the water column, wearing a purple robe and long hair shawl, holding a jade bottle in one hand and holding a flying awl in the other.  He has a decent face, but looks feminine.  Those gloomy eyes showed a look of resentment, "You are a thief, you actually took my treasure, please kneel down and beg for mercy, let me take your life with one cone, otherwise you will have to suffer the pain of soul refining."  His voice is like the highest note on the harp, which makes people's hearts twitch.  "What an idiot." Fengchun scorned, suddenly as if he had discovered a new world: "Are you an eunuch?" Because in his previous life, Xiao Jue went to the mountain to practice Taoism, and there was a eunuch who accompanied him since he was a child.  Familiar so you can see it at a glance.  The man opened his mouth wide and looked panicked, as if someone had discovered some secret.  "Yeah!" screamed, pinched an orchid and said, "You~you~! You are shameless, and you actually attacked me personally. I, I will beat you to death, you bad boy." After saying that, he released the flying awl in his hand,  A stream of light went straight to Fengchun's heart, trying to kill him.  Fortunately, I have the memory of the ancients in my past life. If I was struck by his movements and expressions in this life, I wouldn't have to be hit even more powerfully than a thunderbolt in my palm. I could just climb down.  Fengchun felt a little angry in his heart, Yin people are indeed vicious.  After the water splitting fork stabilized the water flow, it flew from the back and hit the man's back. The man was so surprised that he didn't want to dodge, so he could use his move to surround Wei and save Zhao.  He had countless fighting experiences in his previous life, so how could someone with the same level of cultivation still be his opponent in every spring?  The man hurriedly dodged sideways, saw the flying fork chasing after him, and hurriedly summoned the flying cone to meet him.  Two magical weapons collided together, one was a miscellaneous side-door magical weapon, and the other was a natal spiritual weapon accompanied by a deity.  As soon as they made contact, there was a burst of flames, and the flying cone was already scrapped.  The man screamed in pain: "You are seeking death, how dare you destroy my magic weapon." He shook the jade bottle and muttered something, and saw black smoke rising from the bottle, like a dragon or a tiger coming from the sky and covering the earth.  It was the magic weapon he used to break the ban. In the past, Fengchun couldn't see anything about it, but now he could smell the fishy smell and his head was dizzy, and he knew what it was.  His face changed, and he said angrily: "You beast, how dare you use the Zihe chariot to practice evil magic. But you will not be spared." He opened his mouth and spit out a stream of green light, which swelled in the wind and turned into a green-skinned gourd.  .  He recalled the flying fork and released the green light to protect him, made a magic spell, and recited the mantra silently. The gourd sucked in the black smoke like a whale sucking water, and the speed was extremely fast.  When the man saw that the spell was broken by Fengchun again, he screamed in panic. Just as he was about to cast an evil spell, Fengchun saw the opportunity and shot him in the chest with a flying fork.  The man was casting spells to collect smoke, and at the same time he was trying to cast spells to harm others.  I was used to being arrogant on weekdays, and it took a lot of mana to break the ban. I have never seen Fengchun be so ruthless. He only had time to dodge to the side and avoid the vital point before he was nailed to the stone wall by flying forks.  "Wow~" A mouthful of blood spurted out. Before he could struggle, he saw the lightning flashing from Fengchun's palm reaching the center of his eyebrows. He was so horrified that he shouted: "Spare my life, spare my life, I'm not a villain." This palm lightning technique seemed easy,  In fact, it is also very complicated. You have to use your tongue to draw the thunder talisman in the mouth. The tongue is used to break the heart seedlings, which has the effect of making fire and channeling.  You have to pinch the thunder to raise the energy and recite the mantra to be effective.  How could it be so easy to use without practicing it thousands of times?  Moreover, it is not possible for ordinary monks to send and receive messages freely.  After all, this is the first time in this life that I have killed someone. If I had hesitated in my previous life, I would have been killed in just one encounter.  The lightning stopped between the man's eyebrows, crackling and flashing with electric sparks.  Fengchun asked with a cold face: "Do you have any last words to say? From the time you practiced the Zihe chariot, it was destined that you must die." The man's face was covered in cold sweat, and he didn't know whether it was from fear or pain. "The real person has something."  I don¡¯t know, although my black smoke is made from Zihe Che, it has not harmed anyone. If the authentic Zi He Che smoke is not pure black, it must be accompanied by blood and the smell of blood, and there will be souls and infant spirits to help.  But does my black smoke have these?" Fengchun is also a knowledgeable person. When he thought about it carefully, he said "Huh!" and asked, "Why is it that the Zihe chariot has a magical effect?  The ability to give birth to a baby can only be used to make medicine but not to practice if it is an acquired condition. Don¡¯t you want to deceive me into not knowing?¡± Seeing that Fengchun understood the key, the man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.  Then he said: "Master, you may have been cultivating in the mountains for a long time without caring about worldly affairs. Since the death of Taizu, all the trees have been cut down."?Rivers are becoming increasingly polluted.  The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has become extremely thin, the righteousness of the world has been lost, and evil spirits are gradually growing.  Up to now, people's hearts are mostly evil-minded, they don't know how to cultivate good deeds, and they are full of unbridled debauchery and bad luck.  The few righteous gods left behind after the catastrophe could not bear such bad luck and disappeared into the cave world one after another.  The same is true for righteous monks, few of whom travel the world.  On the contrary, the evil dharma has been victorious. In today's world, evil teachers' teachings are like the sand of the Ganges, and various evil cults and sects have arisen.  The reason is that it is difficult to cultivate the right dharma and it is easy to create the evil dharma.  I don't have to kill people to get it when I refine this Zihe chariot. I just need to go to that black clinic and buy it with money, and I can get as much as I want.  There are no moral restraints in society, and countless teenage wives have abortions. Moreover, with the advanced development of Western medicine, countless practice tools can be obtained without harming human life.  "    "I see!  I said that this Zihe chariot would not only have this power. It turned out to be due to the lack of the essence of mother and child.  " Fengchun is also aware of the current world, so he used a forbidden method to control his magic power. He asked: "I see that your magic power was originally good and not evil, but what evil magic did you practice in the later period made it mixed and impure?  " The man's face turned slightly red. After thinking about it for a while, he had to confess under Fengchun's gaze: "The method I practice is also of the authentic lineage of Quanzhen Longmen, but I later obtained the Taoist scriptures and practiced his sect's kung fu.  Have you ever heard of the Huoshan lineage?  " " The Quanzhen Sect's Longmen sect was founded by Qiu Chuji, and Fengchun knew about it. After all, Jin Yong's novels were too famous, but I had never heard of the Huoshan sect. " The man observed the words and knew that Fengchun did not know, so he explained: "The origin of the Huoshan sect  It was created by a Manchu eunuch named Liu Suyun, who was the deputy general manager of the palace.  Zhang Gengyun, the master of Yunqiao, once taught the Dragon Gate Dharma lineage. He was considered a genius and actually created a path of eunuch cultivation. I heard that he also served as the honorary abbot of Baiyun Temple in the capital.  Therefore, this dharma lineage was only passed down among the eunuchs in the inner palace, and was lost after the last generation of descendants, Sun Yaoting, died in the turmoil of the 1960s.  I was just a child from a poor family. My parents made a living by recycling scraps. I had fantasized about being a god since I was a child, and by chance, I found a Taoist scripture of the Huoshan School from scraps of paper.  The young man could not resist the temptation and studied the Dharma from the palace.  "It seemed like he was talking about something sad, and he started sobbing. (I'm so exhausted. I haven't gone home since I got up in the morning until now, and I just sat down on the chair. Fortunately, I saved some manuscripts. I posted it a little late. Please forgive me.  I will be very busy in the next few days, so I have to rest on my laurels and try to find time to write, hoping not to interrupt.)
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