Chapter 117 Ghost Wind Formation, Qinqu Jing
Ning Fusang's spiritual power has only recovered about 30%, and the efficacy of the rejuvenation pill has only been exerted half. When mobilizing the spiritual power, there is still a faint tingling in the meridians.
She tensed up and took turns keeping vigil with the young monk.
Originally, the little monk wanted to stay up until midnight and let her sleep for a while, but Ning Fusang saw that his injuries were much more serious than hers, so she changed with him.
But she also had some doubts in her heart. Didn't the young monk have a golden body of pagoda? How could it be so seriously injured?
Or is it because he is not good at studying and the golden body of the pagoda is sometimes ineffective? Ning Fusang shook his head and put this thought out of his mind. She thinks this is unlikely.
At first glance, the young monk is the type who is knowledgeable, talented and hard-working, so he is not bad at learning magic.
Qianyuan fell into a deep sleep and could not help at the critical moment. She would cooperate with the young monk for the time being and get out of this desert.
If she guessed correctly, this should be in Chizhou.
According to the knowledge obtained from Ning Fusang's book, although there are many Buddhist sects in Yangchi Prefecture, it is not peaceful.
Why?
Or because there were too many Buddhist sects, they abided by the rules and precepts, were too benevolent, and did not like to fight and kill. As a result, thieves were rampant in Chizhou and refused to change despite repeated admonitions.
The rogue cultivators and demonic cultivators who committed the most heinous crimes would come to Yangchi Prefecture to avoid trouble. Didn't the group of loose cultivators who robbed Daoning Fusang and Yang Ruo on the road also want to kill people and go to Yangchi Prefecture to avoid the limelight?
There are nine major immortal sects in Lingzhou, but only three major sects are still standing in Chizhou. The remaining small sects are as numerous as bamboo shoots after the rain.
In a few years, one sect was wiped out, and a few years later, a new sect emerged.
Ning Fusang looked at an interesting sect called Miaoyin Sect. In the history of Chizhou, there are not a few sects that have been destroyed and then revived. Only the Miaoyin Sect, no matter how many times it was destroyed, can quickly gain a foothold and become one of the three major immortal sects again.
This is probably related to the way the Miaoyin Sect preaches. Most sects only have disciples, but the Miaoyin Sect has followers.
As long as the local monks in Chizhou are willing to learn Yin Dao, Miaoyin Sect will randomly scatter a Heart Sutra. Of course, the randomly dropped Heart Sutra skills are not the core skills within the sect.
These monks who have learned the inner method of the Miaoyin Sect are regarded as the anonymous disciples of the Miaoyin Sect. There are a large number of them. Once the sect is destroyed, some people will want to claim to be orthodox and devote themselves to the study of the music so that they can rebuild the Miaoyin Sect in the future.
Therefore, after other sects collapsed several times and were annihilated in the long river of time, the Miaoyin Sect has continued to exist over and over again.
As for the several times it destroyed the sect, there were external reasons, and there were also times when internal forces split and they destroyed themselves.
In a nutshell, Miaoyin Sect is equivalent to the Yin Dao in Xiyang Chizhou. There is and is only this one path.
The colorful danxia dust was blown up by the strong wind, forming countless sand pillars, like clouds rolling in. Ning Fusang was about to push Kongsheng away, but found that he had already woken up.
The young monk looked ahead and whispered: "This is the ghost wind formation in Yanzhi Mountain."
"No wonder I have absorbed all the spiritual energy here, and the dust can still cause trouble." Ning Fusang suddenly realized, "It turns out that it is relying on ghost energy to cause trouble."
She asked: "How to break the formation?"
"Donor Ning, just rest. When daybreak comes and the ghost energy disappears into the abyss, the ghost wind formation will stop on its own."
Kongsheng closed his eyes and read Buddhist scriptures lightly. Countless obscure and ancient words penetrated into Ning Fusang's ears. She claimed to be well-read, but she could only vaguely recognize three or four words.
A layer of golden light spread from the soles of the young monk's feet, forming a light shield. The dust and sand rolled up by the ghostly wind took a detour when they encountered the golden light barrier.
Ning Fusang turned to look at the sand pillar that bypassed the golden light barrier. The cold atmosphere inside dissipated, the dust and sand twisted like an enchanting female ghost, and then collapsed.
Zheng——
There was a dull piano sound in the distance. "Damn you thief, hand over the "Qinqujing" and I will give you a good reward!"
The monk holding a big sword and a sinister face said viciously. The four tall and thin men around him also had wads of cotton stuffed in their ears.
Another group of monks, including three, were ordinary-looking. They were placed in a crowd of people and looked unremarkable. They seemed to have used some means of disguise.
The leader of the monks shook a bird feather fan and said slowly: "Fellow Taoist, the next group of people just want to take a look at the "Qinqu Jing". After reading it, I will return it to you. How about cooperation and win-win?"
The man in Hengqin in front of him opened his thin lips and said, "Okay, you kill Tu Zhen first, and I will let you read the "Qinqu Jing"."
The monk holding the fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his smile froze for a moment, then melted away: "Friend Taoist, this trick of borrowing a knife to kill someone is too obvious."
The man chuckled and said, "I have no intention of concealing my intention to kill someone with a borrowed knife."
"Your Excellency hides his words and refuses to show even the slightest sincerity. How can you make me cooperate with peace of mind?" He provoked, "Furthermore, there is only one copy of "Qinqu Jing", and one of you and Tu Zhen must die, so why not Kill Tu Zhen first, and then plot the Qinqujing?"
"There are four more people around Tu Zhen!" His tone suddenly became serious.
The fan-wielding monk was still hesitating, but Tu Zhen had already made the first move!
This pretty boy has a saying, which is quite right. Kill this rat who hides his head and tail first, and then plot the "Qinqujing" before it's too late!
The sharp sword wind was coming, and the man holding the fan closed his fan to block it. The strength of his hand was no weaker than that of Tu Zhen, and the two quickly moved away from each other.
At this time, the man curled his lips and plucked the strings, and the sound came out.
He specifically chose this place because there are thousands of poisonous scorpions underground. There is an article in the "Qinqujing" about manipulating the poisonous scorpions' music to attack others.
Just in time to give it a try.
After the man played the piano seven or eight times, Wan Du Yin Scorpion could not help but frown and thought to himself, "Is it because the music is wrong?"
Played again and again, still no movement.
The man later realized something was wrong: "Although the spiritual energy in the Yanzhi Mountain Desert is thin, it is not like there is no spiritual energy left at all, right?"
"Weird, really weird." He looked into the depths of the desert, and there seemed to be a little golden light blooming.
"Is it possible that a strange treasure has appeared?"
The man swept his sleeves away, put away the lyre, and tried to escape, but was discovered immediately.
"Boss! The pretty boy wants to run away!"
Tu Zhen and the man holding the fan, who were fighting fiercely, stopped their hands "with a clear understanding" and surrounded the man one after another.
"Where do you want to go, Your Excellency?" The man holding the fan said in a gentle tone.
Tu Zhen approached with a knife: "You black-hearted pretty boy, I will definitely chop off your hands today to warn the world!"
The man's face was slightly condensed, and he was thinking about how to escape. At this time, a whistle sounded in the vast desert.
The sound was so majestic and domineering that even Tu Zhen and the others had cotton stuffed in their ears, they were still hit by the sound, causing their energy and blood to surge and they vomited blood.
Before he could see the person, a sweet and majestic female voice came first.
"He has mastered the "Qinqu Jing" of our Miaoyin Sect, and is considered a disciple of our Miaoyin Sect. How can we allow you and other casual cultivators to be so presumptuous?"
The man's eyes lit up, and he bowed in the direction of the voice with his hands raised: "Thank you, Senior Sister, for your protection!"
(End of chapter)