Being hit head-on by a heavy armor-piercing bullet, even if it was a former great demon, it had been sealed for nearly two thousand years. After all, it could not withstand the destruction of the mountain temple. The breath of the tiger in the throat was not sure whether it was a sigh or an angry low roar, which slowly dissipated, and the huge yellow-brown pupils lost their spirit.
Seeing that the mountain king closed his eyes, Wei Yuan's legs and feet softened directly, and he sat on the ground, panting violently.
The hand holding the sword loosened and could no longer hold it, trembling slightly.
He looked down and saw that the wound he had just cut with all his might had healed. He grinned and laughed at himself in his heart. He felt that he didn't know what to say. With the blessing of many talismans, the Crouching Tiger Technique directly exchanged for the early insights, and with the blood infusion, that was it.
He had just fought fiercely, but now it seems that the harassment effect on the mountain king is far greater than the attack damage.
The only effect is to make the angry mountain king choose to use large-scale spells to solve him.
In addition, he was not familiar with modern weapons, so he was tricked.
However, it was solved in the end...
Wei Yuan closed his eyes.
The Crouching Tiger token vibrated and hummed, and an illusory volume appeared in front of him, "The Five Gods of Supernatural Powers", in which the figure representing the lantern bone girl had been crossed out, and then it should be the mountain sitting on the high position...
Wei Yuan's thoughts stagnated.
The golden red light appeared on the screen again, as if it was burning violently, but it was not the mountain king that was burning, but the subordinates behind the mountain king, who looked respectful. The pair of wings slowly burned out, and then were crossed out from the screen by bright red cinnabar.
Only the mountain king and the beautiful girl were left on the screen.
A shadow fell on the mountain temple, and the mountain king on the screen seemed to be smiling, which became more and more real.
Wei Yuan felt a chill on his back.
Something went wrong...
Zhou Yi and others were looking at the huge tiger in amazement when they saw Wei Yuan suddenly jump up, run to the tiger in two steps, point out a talisman with his right hand, grab the tiger's head, and the remaining soul emerges.
Supernatural power: exorcism!
Wei Yuan saw the vision of the mountain king.
The tiger in the mountain was enthroned as a god, and his cultivation became more and more profound.
Finally, he opened his blood food, knew that the flesh and blood were sweet, and finally he could not control himself and acted recklessly.
But these experiences always have a vague feeling.
Wei Yuan tried his best to mobilize the remaining little magic power, and the talisman in his hand became clearer and clearer. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, as if a layer of film was opened, and the memories and illusions in front of him suddenly became clear.
......
The brocade-feathered bird in the mountains, the free and easy guest in the clouds.
I have seen the first emperor on tour.
Later, in the year of Xiang Yu's death, he became a spiritualist, traveled the world, and returned to a mountain.
He was used by the master and became an official.
He enjoyed himself in the world for hundreds of years, but was suppressed and sealed. He slept for who knows how many years and finally woke up.
......
In his field of vision was a majestic man in black clothes and armor.
He invited him to drink.
Happy, unprecedented happiness.
He happily attended the banquet.
The master kept urging him to drink.
He was so happy that he said when he was half drunk that he was willing to die for the master.
The master laughed and asked why it was so, and poured him another glass of wine.
He drank it himself.
But after drinking the wine, his consciousness suddenly became confused. Finally, the scene in front of Wei Yuan's eyes flashed, and his body fell down, unconscious. He saw the mirror, in which was a man in white who looked elegant. At this moment, his consciousness still remained, and he still had some perception of the outside world. The scene had not completely dissipated.
The man in black raised his hand to drink, and said: "When we resurrect, the Si Li school lieutenant will definitely feel it."
"The crouching tiger of this generation will chase us."
"You said you can die for me, then thank you."
The man in black stood up, bowed to the man in white, and then his body shook, turning into a huge and majestic tiger. He opened his mouth and swallowed the man in white into his mouth, and then there was a burst of intense pain, his body seemed to be melted, and the confused wandering soul anxiously looked for a place to live.
Then he found it immediately.
More "memory fragments" emerged, washing away the self-existence of "me".
The colorful-feathered bird in the mountains, the free and easy life in the world...
No... that's not right...
A vivid bird-faced sore grew under the tiger's armpit, and then the bird-faced sore closed its eyes. The tiger suddenly opened its eyes, revealing turbid yellow-brown eyes, and the memory in his mind was extremely clear:
"I am the mountain king."
The body shook, and turned into a white-clothed man playing the piano.
Soon, he acted recklessly, and people began to disappear on the mountain. The bone girl went down the mountain and wreaked havoc, slowly attracting attention.
Wei Yuan slowly loosened his hand, turned the tiger over with a stern face, and then found a huge wound on it, like a bird's face, with eyes tightly closed, without sound. Wei Yuan had already guessed the correct answer in his heart, but the feelings in his heart were not to be told to outsiders:
"Painted skin..."
"No, it is a one-sided exchange of souls, a substitute, a ghost, a human-faced sore."
"What happened to the Tian family back then was not a coincidence..."
He looked up at the tiger who had closed his eyes and lost his life.
All we have here is a skin.
No wonder... too irritable and easy to target, the real mountain king gave up his skin and the position of tiger king on the mountain. Now it seems that he has lost his power, but it is like a hidden dragon in the sea, and it is impossible to track him down.
......
The head of Jiangnan Road is called Yingtian Prefecture.
This place was once the capital of the king in ancient times, and it has been a rare prosperous place until now. Temples and Taoist temples are everywhere. In this era, the spiritual energy has been revived for hundreds of years. There are also places with real Taoism in the territory of Yingtian Prefecture, and the most outstanding one is Baiyun Temple.
It covers a large area and does not look like a place for cultivation.
In addition to enshrining the Three Pure Ones, there is also a side hall in the temple, which enshrines the mountain god and land god.
A hundred years ago, a patriarch followed the ancient books and made some operations. He burned incense devoutly every morning and evening, and held monthly grand ceremonies. He had already nurtured some Yin Shen soldiers in Baiyun Temple. In ancient times, they could also be the land gods.
With this family business, it was much easier for ordinary Taoists to spend a lot of effort on jade talismans.
Since the last generation of the Baiyun Temple master, these jade talismans have been slowly circulated to the outside world.
It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
It has only been more than ten years since the price was clearly marked.
However, the boundary of the price was gradually relaxed and blurred.
Zhao Xiu, who was wearing a Taoist robe, was unable to say no to the sobbing girl in front of him. Of course, what made him even more unable to refuse was the price offered by the girl, three million, just to buy a tablet for worship. The three million temptation might be resisted by the masters of Baiyun Temple, but Zhao Xiu was somewhat tempted.
He looked at the fair-faced girl, and other thoughts came to his mind. He pretended to refuse:
"This, Miss Wang, I am a person who practices asceticism, this matter..."
The girl raised her head, tears in the corners of her eyes made her look more beautiful, and said:
"Please have mercy on me, Taoist priest. My grandfather originally lived in the mountains. He came down because of a disaster. When he came down, he also invited the mountain god of the village to come down. He felt that he could earn some money to live, all thanks to the blessing of the mountain god. His last thought before he died was to hope that the mountain god could be worshipped again."
"I offer five million, Taoist priest, I hope you can help me."
Five million?
Zhao Xiu's heart beat rapidly, and he changed his words righteously:
"Miss Wang, I am a pure cultivator, so I have no choice but to take responsibility for this matter."
The girl thanked him profusely, and Zhao Xiu took the mountain god statue covered with golden red cloth, and smiled and said, "Many mountain gods in mountain villages are tiger kings. Is this one, Miss Wang, also a tiger king? Do you want a pair of female servants and officials?"
The girl shook her head and said, "No."
She raised her head slightly and smiled, "It is the real orthodox one. "The mountain god."
"This mountain god was conferred by Emperor Wu of Han in the second year of Jianyuan when he divided the mountain and river gods. "
Zhao Xiu guessed wrong and felt a little embarrassed. As for the conferment by Emperor Wu of Han, the mountain god always liked to find some reasons. He was used to it. After the two talked for a while, the girl got up and said goodbye. Zhao Xiu held the statue and quietly slipped into the side hall where the land and mountain gods from all over Jiangnan Road were worshipped. In fact, they were the Yin gods raised by his ancestors. He found a corner and put the mountain god statue on the ground.
After making sure that he would not be discovered by the master, he respectfully offered a few incense sticks to the ancestor in front of him, turned around and withdrew, muttering that money was really easy to make.
Now I can buy the house I want...
Without noticing, the whole side hall seemed to gradually darken.
The golden red cloth on the head of the new mountain god statue slowly slid down, revealing not a tiger head, but a clear man's face, and then seemed to slowly open his eyes.
Bang.
The door was closed.
The three incense sticks that had just been lit went out silently.
On the face of the founder of Baiyun Temple in the middle, two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed.
ps: Baiyun Temple is where Liu Chao got the amulet in the previous chapters.
I said I read the chapter of the previous chapter.
The parts that were not handled well will be modified.
But in terms of fighting, Wei Yuan can indeed be entangled... This is an enemy at the same level as the bone girl. Even if he gets the skin of the mountain king, he is just a subordinate. This story starts from the painted skin to the end of the painted skin, but it is mainly because I didn't point this out before... It's my fault