Chapter 265: Flying flowers come to their old home

Chapter 265: Flying flowers come to their old home

Wang Chong asked: "I don't know what fellow Taoist order is trying to deduce?"

Ling Suer sighed, hesitated for a long time, and then said: "Let Zhenjun Yan Qing help me calculate whether the Poison Dragon Temple can still be passed down."

Wang Chong raised his head slightly, only to see that Ling Su'er was still looking the same. He had become a major cultivator of Yangzhen. His skills had improved. He should have been high-spirited, but now he felt inexplicably haggard.

Wang Chong knew about Dulong Temple. After all, he had been a disciple of Dulong Temple, and he was a hardcore true disciple, and he was expected to be that kind of leader for the next generation.

How could the little thief not know that the poisonous dragon temple has been inherited for three and four generations, the ancestor Tieli who founded the mountain became obsessed with evil, the second generation disciple Hongye Zen Master became Taoist, the second disciple Sunflower Taoist was reincarnated, and only the third disciple Ling Suer struggled to support him. .

Among the third and fourth generation disciples, not many of them have achieved success.

Originally, Ling Suer wanted to convert Taoist Sunflower's nephew Li Chan, but Li Chan refused to become a monk. As for the other disciples, I'm afraid they were not very successful. Finally, there was Wang Chong, who was also a traitor to the Demon Sect.

How can Lingsuer not suffer?

Wang Chong had just wondered whether this master was trying to figure out his whereabouts so that he could be caught, but he didn't expect that what Ling Suer wanted to know was the future of Poison Dragon Temple.

Although Patriarch Tieli founded the sect and it has been passed down for four generations now, the Dulong Temple looks like this. The predecessors have no access and the descendants have not followed. This makes Su Er, the headmaster, not sure what it feels like.

Wang Chong was silent for a long time, and then he replied: "Ji Guanying must have asked Master about this on behalf of fellow Taoist Master and responded as soon as possible."

Ling Suer sighed and said, "You guys should go! I'm not in the mood, so I'll just wait. After all, things are not going well in Poison Dragon Temple now."

Wang Chong stood up and was about to say goodbye with Han Yan. Su Er hesitated for a while and handed Wang Chong the "betrothal gift" he had just taken back. Please give me a token of thanks for your help, fellow Taoist."

Wang Chong reached out and took it, but it was a small bag. With a gentle squeeze, he could feel that there were many beads inside.

Wang Chong was about to refuse, but Ling Su'er smiled slightly and said: "If fellow Taoist refuses to accept it, Ling Su'er will not be able to look down and ask for such an important matter."

Wang Chong hesitated for a moment and could only nod his head and said, "In this case, Ji Guanying would be disrespectful."

He and Han Yan stood up to say goodbye, and Ling Suer did not try to persuade him to stay, but just sent him out of the Tongtian Palace.

Before Wang Chong left, he looked back at Lingsu'er, but suddenly his eyes lit up and he saw an ancient Buddha again.

This ancient Buddha is six feet tall, and his whole body is made of gold. The top of his head is extremely bald, but there is a circle of short hair on the back of the head, like a precious light. , meditating.

The aura of the ancient Buddha is deep, but there is no life at all. Under his body is a hideous and terrifying mass of flesh, covered with tumors, with hundreds of eyes, no mouth and no nose, and more than a dozen tangled fleshy arms, dancing wildly and constantly erupting ten times. The colored halo, layer by layer, wave after wave, seems to want to overturn the ancient Buddha sitting astride it.

Wang Chong only glanced at it, and felt that his whole body was full of true energy, turning into real fire and burning the sky, wanting to turn himself into ashes.

He was frightened and hurriedly used the technique of flowing gold with great fire. His whole body turned into a flying rainbow and went straight out of the tunnel.

When he was in Dulong Temple, he was almost unlucky, but Fairy Yuxiao took action and saved him.

Now Wang Chong's Taoism is different. He can resist for a while with his own magic power alone.

After flying out of the Poison Dragon Temple, Wang Chong released the Liuyin Yuanling Dharma Raft, landed on it, and meditated cross-legged for a while to get rid of any signs of Taoism.

Han Yan flew up after a moment, and asked with a smile: "That is my betrothal gift, how can you just accept it?"

Wang Chong also didn't expect that Han Yan didn't ask about the fact that he was almost converted to Taoism, but when asked about this, he smiled bitterly and said: "Ling Su'er's words are sincere, how can I not accept it?"

Wang Chong opened the bag, and inside were twelve pill beads, all of which were refined by the Great Demon of Golden Pill over many years. Each pill was carefully selected, and each one had the aura of thunder and lightning.

Wang Chong was stunned for a moment, thoughtful.

Han Yan smiled and said: "Ling Su'er also took great pains to refine a lightning treasure for his disciple. Each sect has different methods of refining thunder beads. The most famous one is Taiyuan Xiandu Thunder Method, which can be refined into Twelve Taiyuan beads."

Wang Chong smiled bitterly and thought to himself: "I still have twelve Taiyuan Pearls that have been refined long ago."

He asked casually: "I wonder which sect is proficient in Taiyuan Xiandu thunder method?"

Han Yan said with a smile: "This is a forbidden method, but a common method. There are at least seven or eight sects who are familiar with Taiyuan Immortal Capital Thunder Method. The most famous one is Yuntai Mountain. In fact, the Emei Sect, my Butian Sect, and the Dulong Temple , also all have the inheritance of Taiyuan Immortal Capital Thunder Method, but each sect has some unique secrets, and not all are the same."

Wang Chong received twelve pill beads, and he had plans to give them to his disciple Xi Nan in the future. Xi Nan practiced the Jade Sutra of Thunder and was very suitable for this treasure.

The two of them only stayed at Dulong Temple for less than an hour before setting out on the road again.

Wang Chong controlled the Dharma raft and flew far away. When he looked back again, he still couldn't see the poisonous dragon, and he couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

It's just that the mountain-protecting beast of Poison Dragon Temple has nothing to do with him. He only thought about it for a while because he had promised Poison Dragon to go to the wilderness to find the cave.

Now that he is no longer "Tang Jingyu", but "Ji Guanying", and he has returned to the role of Zhenqing Zhenjun to cut off the past karma, there is no need to do this thing again.

Even if he did this for Dulong, in what capacity would he do it?

Is it possible that his identity, which has been concealed so easily, needs to be exposed and he will die?

If there is an opportunity in the future, it might as well go to the wilderness for a trip. As for the entrustment of Poison Dragon, it depends on whether there is a chance to end it in another identity.

The Dafa raft flew away quickly, and there were thousands of golden lotuses looming again. It was separated from the high and cold wind in the sky, and it was more comfortable than the flower carpet.

Wang Chong kneaded the magic formula and meditated for a while. He had just polished his Qi when he heard Han Yan say: "Not far ahead is the Big and Small Han Mountains, and the Xuanshuang Cave is in it. If you fly further forward, it is only a thousand miles away. Tianyuan Cliff!"

Wang Chong cheered up slightly and shouted: "Let's go to Xuanshuang Cave first."

Han Yan pointed out the path, and Wang Chong drove the Dafa raft. After flying for more than half an hour, he saw a bottomless valley cave in a mountain col.

Although it was not the time when Xuan Shuang Han was about to break out, there was still endless cold air that shot straight into the sky. Even though the two of them were still far apart and each had their own spells to protect their bodies, they could still feel the bone-chilling cold.

Wang Chong hurriedly kneaded the magic formula and released the Bingling Sword. The red rainbow surrounded him and the chill disappeared.