Chapter 782

In Fengcheng, it's easier to get in touch with the latest news and changes of Yang.

After all, the red sky xuanming mantra caught fire in Fengcheng. It was forced by the government. The masters of the Taoist temples in the city were called to read the "xuanming mantra" in front of the public. It was a huge trend that peddlers, ordinary people, and the superior and the inferior.

Of course, chanting mantras became popular in Luofu. The sheriff forced his three sons to recite the whole one thousand word mantra and recite it at least three times a day.

He whispered to his family, "this mantra has something to do with the group of immortal masters from the capital of China. If you are sincere, you may get the Dharma from the Lord of red heaven. As long as you recite carefully, you will not enter reincarnation after death. "

The key is to bestow Dharma. If a secular family reaches the top, that is, the royal family, and the children of the family cultivate immortals, then the future will be a sect.

Ordinary people say that immortals are good, naturally, because immortals are mountain people. They are no longer just human beings. They are so high that they don't know where to go. They are free to live and kill. This is everyone's ultimate dream in a strict social system like bamboo pipes.

Lu Zhengkang yawned and asked the sheriff to resign. He said that he was going to travel around the world. On New Year's Eve, he waved goodbye to these interesting people and left Fengcheng.

When he wanted to leave, the instructors were very reluctant to give up. They gathered some money to give him. The second young master gave Lu Zhengkang a sword. As for Miss Biao, she entrusted the second young master to give him a good horse.

"It's a long way to go. We'll meet again."

When Lu Zhengkang wants to leave, of course, he thinks it's boring here. Originally, he said he would go to the brothel, but since he came to Fengcheng, the restaurant is the most popular. In fact, his inner thoughts gradually changed. Most of the common people were filthy. Lu Zhengkang saw these dust insects piled up on people's faces, hands and necks. Although they were very real, looking at them had nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

Lu Zhengkang is a prodigal son wandering in the rivers and lakes. He settled in Fengcheng and has a popular guide, but he still doesn't have a fixed residence. When the magic pool in Shengjing is repaired, he will go there. Anyway, the monarch has planted his heart seal. Is it a family?

The funeral procession of chitianfu has already gone to other countries, and they are also spreading "xuanming mantra", but they are still limited to the lower class.

The greatest effect of this mantra spread is to greatly increase the number of souls in chiming city. In this winter, many people died of cold and hunger. Their souls were summoned by the Chief Photographer of Hades and put into the sea of blood.

During the time when he left Fengcheng, Lu Zhengkang always wandered around with nothing to do. He thought it was a storm of smoke and rain for his whole life. However, in the first month, every family was busy. He often begged for water at the roadside and was taken as a guest. Lu Zhengkang always paid for it. If the host didn't accept it, he used his magic power to cure them Qi.

Luo Shihe's good horse is a mare. It's brown. It looks ordinary and has a strong smell of livestock. Lu Zhengkang has made a friend with her. Along the road, he lies on his back and looks at the gloomy winter day. He can always sleep comfortably by squinting.

Ma'er was enlightened and channeled by Lu Zhengkang. After spending a long time with Lu Zhengkang, she finally learned to use magic power to transmit sound on the 27th day of the first lunar month, so she named herself yixingyun. Lu Zhengkang asked her how she got such a name. She said that she often heard what the groom said. If she didn't make a sound, she would make a sound It's a loud noise.

Lu Zhengkang was amused by her and fell down.

"I'm serious!" She saw Lu Zhengkang lying on the grass beside the road. The sun was shining on her. Her leisurely appearance was enviable. The horses went to the grass to look for fresh plants to eat.

Lu Zhengkang enjoyed it very much, but with the feeling of his heart, he found that there was a disaster in the northeast of Yang state. It seemed that there was an earthquake and a mountain torrent, and a lot of panic was transmitted.

Lu Zhengkang felt that he needed to go and see. If he could help some of the sufferers, it would be good. Immediately he got up and mounted his horse to urge Yan Xingyun to run faster.

"Why are you in a hurry?"

"Don't ask, just run."

The demon horse ran three thousand miles day and night. At sunrise the next day, Lu Zhengkang arrived in the disaster area.

Overnight, more than 3000 souls poured into his chiming City, all from the moon ring mountain range.

When he arrived, he could see a long river of plaster on the frosty land. Now there is a layer of snow, but on the plain Valley and plain, there are obvious traces of branches. On such a scale, the human village is the size of a soybean.

Yan Xingyun murmured: "it's really miserable. It's bloody. It's very strong."

Lu Zhengkang narrowed his eyes. He saw the Qi in front of him. There were two monks of the evil way collecting and scraping the souls. This was taking advantage of the fire. Those souls should flow with the Yin of heaven and earth, plunge into the void, and finally appear in the city of chiming.He asked Yan Xingyun not to move around here, and the demon horse muttered, obviously unwilling.

"Don't make trouble. When I come back, I'll give you some magic weapons."

Yan Xingyun stopped his mouth and said, "OK, don't go back!"

When Lu Zhengkang waved his hand, the no worry son with his hair fell off, and he held it in his hand. When he cast the spell, a bone white Qingyun rose at his feet, and then he floated up with the wind and ran to the two evil practitioners.

The two friars who are practicing magic among the villages are together. One has a lot of black pockmarks on his face, and the other has a short, plump, ground rolling leather ball. Normally, the friars' bodies are perfect. The mana regulates the internal circulation, and there will be no skin problems or body problems. The reason for this situation is that the friars themselves are willing to do it, or they have done it It's not normal.

As soon as Lu Zhengkang saw that they had come to practice in autumn, he did not know where to find a way to inherit it, so he began to practice in disorder. The real monks of the evil way were all blood eaters in captivity. This kind of running out to hunt belongs to the behavior of primitive people.

Two friars, driving away poisonous insects and poisonous clouds, saw that there were living people in the torrent, so they rushed up and immediately gnawed them, leaving only the brittle skeleton.

Lu Zhengkang threw out his worry free son from a distance and hit him on the back of pockmarked face. It was like the scene when taishanglaojun smashed monkey with diamond chisel. However, the monk's head was not very hard. With a pop, his whole head exploded with fireworks. Pitifully, he also has jiedan's cultivation, but he can't make it through with one move, and his body protecting vigorous Qi can't leave him a whole corpse.

The stout friar was shocked, and in a panic, he ran away with the yellow and green poisonous wood thorn under his foot. Lu Zhengkang looked down at him from a high altitude. The friar looked around with his mind, and suddenly noticed Lu Zhengkang. He couldn't decide Lu Zhengkang's cultivation. He just cried out: "Taoist friends, please show mercy!" He said so, but he gathered the poisonous insects around his body, so that he could prevent them from being attacked and died.

Of course, Lu Zhengkang would not be merciful. He pinched a smart fist seal. The pockmarked face, whose head had been broken, spurted a stream of blood from his neck. In the air, it burst into blood beads all over the sky. It shot at the short monk like a powerful arrow. The poisonous insects all over his body were killed by the blood beads and fell one after another.

The short monk drew out a green poisonous fire, which surrounded his whole body and burned all the blood beads. He did not dare to stay to fight, but ran away with the wooden thorn.

In the oblique stab, Wuweizi broke through the circle of poisonous fire and put a suit on the short Friar's neck. He immediately cried out: "bitter!"

Before his words came down, with a sound of Bo'er, his head was lifted three feet high by the blood flow in the cavity, and his life was gone.