Chapter 882

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Even if we can't have a foothold in the Central Plains and the Oriental world of cultivating immortals in the future, the environment there will be much better than that in the north. Recommended by registered members of Piao astronomy / recommended by registered members of Piao astronomy / recommended by registered members of Piao astronomy / recommended by registered members of Piao astronomy. /

"Oriental wanjianzong relics?" Ling Yijian asks in amazement.

Xu Ziyan will Dongfang wanjianzong things in detail to Ling Yijian said once, and then said his speculation. Ling Yijian's expression was obviously excited, and he kept muttering:

"I must go to have a look, I must go to have a look! After finishing this task, I'll leave for the east at once! "

Xu Ziyan frowned slightly and said, "what is the mission of elder martial brother Ling

Hearing this, Ling Yijian frowned deeply, with a worried look on his face and said, "this time I'm going down the mountain for a task of the school. Originally, after the collapse of Huayang sect, Dongfang Shenji sect and Qinghuo sect, taixuan sect was at the peak of the northern celestial kingdom. But recently, something happened in the fairyland of Beidi. "

Speaking of this, Ling Yijian said: "Ziyan, you are now all over the vast continent. Can you talk about how people in the vast continent came to repair it?"

Xu Ziyan raised her eyebrows and said in a soft voice, "whether it's legalism or martial arts, it's to refine itself by the power of heaven and earth, and finally reach the realm of harmony between man and nature."

"Not bad!" Ling Yijian nodded and said, "this is what we Taoists call nature, great freedom! However, this is not the only way to practice. Another way is to practice by taking all beings' luck. "

"Take all living beings' luck and practice?" Xu Ziyan looked stunned and said, "what do you mean?"

Ling Yijian sighed: "originally, I didn't know these secrets. It was Liu Shizu who told me before going down the mountain.

Before the great disillusionment, there was a method of cultivation. What those monks absorbed was not the power of heaven and earth, but the power of belief. They don't know magic, but they are not martial arts. Well, it should be regarded as physical training. "

"The power of faith?" Xu Ziyan's heart is shaking.

"It's true that this method of cultivation does great harm to the cultivation of immortals. You should know that we practitioners all have clan, or family and other forces, and we only worship our ancestors. And we are also the descendants of our ancestors.

However, the cultivation method of the power of belief is to widely collect believers. There is no division of power among his followers. No matter which sect or family, sanxiu or even ordinary people who can't practice, as long as he believes in him, he can get the power of faith from those people to practice. And he regarded those who believed in him as slaves, and constantly extracted the power of Qi and belief from those people. "

Hearing this, Xu Ziyan's mind suddenly jumped out of a word: "witch!"

Are there witches in the world? But in Xu Ziyan's heart, he was still very uncertain, so he asked softly:

"they treat those who believe in them as slaves, and constantly extract their power and luck of belief. It is reasonable that not many people are willing to believe in them!"

Ling Yijian shook his head and said, "not exactly. On the contrary, their believers are multiplying very fast."

"Why?" Xu Ziyan asked.

"Because as long as people believe in him, they can get magical powers in the process of believing in him. The more sincere the heart of faith, the more powerful the power will be. This kind of supernatural power is bestowed by him to his followers. He doesn't need his followers to practice it at all. As long as the believer's heart is sincere, he will have a kind of supernatural power in an instant. This attraction to human beings is fatal, especially for those with poor qualifications. This way of getting something for nothing fascinates them. Once the obsession goes in, it's hard to extricate itself.

We don't know how the people who practice the power of faith acquire the power of faith and how they bestow the power of faith to those believers. However, from the believers we have met, they say that when they pray, it seems that a voice will reverberate in their mind, so that they can only believe in the person who practices the power of faith wholeheartedly in a very short period of time. "

"Hu ~

Xu Ziyan took a long breath and asked nervously," what are the names of these people who practice the power of faith? "

"Witch Ling Yijian said softly.

Xu Ziyan's body is a shock, is indeed a witch. When he was agitated in his heart, he heard Ling Yijian continue to say:

"this method of cultivation of witchcraft is based on human beings. If they want to improve their cultivation, they have to develop an amazing number of believers, which can be said to be a means. In this way, he has threatened our practitioners and shaken the foundation of each sect. Ziyan, you can imagine that if we let it develop, our taixuanzong friars also began to believe in him. At that time, will there be our taixuanzong?We are in harmony with heaven and earth, and the Tao follows nature. And they're winning people's luck. As long as he wants to continue to upgrade, he must continue to enslave human beings. In the end, in order to gain more power of belief, he will launch war at all costs and conquer all the people who don't believe in him. Witchcraft is the disaster of the whole world of cultivating immortals. "

"That school let you down the mountain this time is..."

"Ah ~ ~" Ling Yijian sighed: "I don't know what it is for. Maybe it's because of the low cultivation of our northern friars. The witch has chosen our northern land. Now there are many people in the northern land who believe in the witch. Many temples were built to worship the witch. In the long run, the world of cultivating immortals is in danger. "

Xu Ziyan's face is a change way: "north already have sorcery?"

"Not bad!" Ling Yijian said with a heavy face: "this time, the school is to let several disciples of our generation go down the mountain, that is, to go to different places and destroy all those temples. But ··· "

" but what? "

"But it didn't end as well as we thought. When the believers saw that we had destroyed the temple, they went crazy and attacked us. And after we leave, they will build another temple and continue to worship! "

"This..." Xu Ziyan's look also became heavy and said: "in this way, we must find the Witch and kill him, in order to fundamentally solve this matter."

"Not bad!" Ling Yijian nodded his head, but then his face was like, "but we taixuanzong haven't found the place where the witch lives. He is very cunning."

"What does he look like?"

It's a dark and remote alley, far away from the center of Sanxian city. The residents here are some relatively poor sanxiu.

Several repairmen were sitting idly on the edge of the alley chatting. Suddenly, they heard a slight sound of footsteps coming from the alley. A few loose repair turn a head to see, see a dress in flaming red dress, the body graceful woman step briskly walked in. A head of red hair flutters with the wind, a kind of wild beauty immediately attracted the eyes of those casual practitioners.

The woman with red hair and red skirt, curling Nana, passed by the eyes of several casual practitioners and walked towards the deep alley.

A few Sanshu's throat couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and each one said in his heart:

"this woman doesn't know whether it's Sanshu or not. It's really beautiful like a fairy coming down to earth. If it's Sanshu, if she can form a Taoist partner with her, she will be happier than becoming an immortal."

Several casual repair's eyes have been staring at the woman's back with red hair and red skirt, slim waist, rich buttocks and long legs. Every time the woman's posture changes, they are dazzled.

Suddenly, the looks of these casual practitioners froze on their faces, and then revealed the color of panic. One by one, they lowered their heads in a hurry, because the action of lowering their heads was so urgent that they twisted their necks and rattled. Because they suddenly find that they and others can't see through each other's accomplishments. Doesn't it mean that the woman with red hair and red skirt's accomplishments should be above them? The cultivation of immortals is cruel, and the hierarchy is clear. Staring at a monk whose cultivation is beyond his own, and there is blasphemy in his eyes, isn't he looking for death?

The woman with red hair and red skirt came to a small house with red bricks and green tiles. As long as she looked at it, she knew that it was a very small and shabby place with green moss on the roof and walls.

The woman with red hair and red skirt stepped forward, held the door ring and knocked a few times, then there was a sound of footstep from inside. As soon as the door opened, a tall young man appeared. Although his face was young, his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

"Linglong, here you are!" There was a glimmer of joy in the young man's eyes.

"Hessing, I'll leave immediately after I hear from you. I don't know what trouble you've caused this time?" Yang Linglong asked softly with concern.

Fan Haixin's face darkened, and he gave way half of his body. He said in a soft voice, "come in and talk about it!"

Yang Linglong nodded and stepped forward to the door. Fan Haixin closed the door, then led Yang Linglong into the house and made tea for him. Then he sat opposite Yang Linglong.

Looking at the opposite Yang Linglong, fan Haixin's eyes flashed a trace of missing and said: "Linglong, how are you these days?"

Yang Linglong nodded and said, "it's OK. It's just cultivation. You'd better tell me what happened! "

Fan Haixin sighed deeply and his face was gloomy. After a long time, he said in a deep voice, "Linglong, you know my origin. But there are other things you don't know. "

"Oh?" Yang Linglong picked her eyebrows.

Fan Haixin on the other side seemed to fall into memory and said slowly: "Linglong, you know I'm a disciple of zuojiezong in Beidi. I also know what zuojiezong did, and now I am the only disciple of zuojiezong. But you don't know what I've been doing all these years. "

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