Chapter 193 There is Innocence Outside Wudang Mountain

Chapter 193 There is Innocence Outside Wudang Mountain

Chapter 193 There is Innocence Outside Wudang Mountain (asking for monthly tickets at the end of the month)
When facing Cao Jin, Cheng Xinzhan was naturally on high alert. When Bai Wuchang fell into the mountains, Cheng Xinzhan ignored him.

The Lost Soul Gorge has a very bad reputation in western Hunan and the entire Wuling Mountain area. Now the monkeys scatter when the tree falls, and Bai Wuchang is seriously injured. Unless Cao Jin takes him back to Baiman Mountain to recuperate, there are too many enemies who don't want him to be alive.

"Then I will test your strength!"

Cao Jin sneered.

He originally did not want to fight with these two Dao Zhong, but Cheng Xinzhan's words had already pushed him to this point. If he did not take action, he would not be able to face anyone in the future.

Cao Jin stepped on the air and disappeared instantly.

So fast!

Cheng Xinzhan's eyes suddenly widened, and the afterimage of Cao Jin flying through the air was reflected in his pupils. In just a moment, it was close to him.

There was no time to cast any spells or incantations, and the flying sword would take time to turn around. Cheng Xinzhan was still holding the fire sword in his right hand, and there was no time to let go. He immediately made a fist with his left hand as if holding the sword horizontally. In just a moment, the empty grip turned into a solid grip, and he drew out "Autumn Water" from the void and slashed towards Cao Jin's neck.

However, Cao Jin simply lowered his head and slammed his shoulder into Cheng Xinzhan's chest, and Cheng Xinzhan flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

The inner spirits in his five palaces were all shaken, and he took action to protect his internal organs.

How can it be so fast! How can it be so powerful!

Cheng Xinzhan rubbed his chest and breathed hard.

"what?"

Cao Jin was a little surprised. After eating his Tieshankao, this human didn't have a sunken chest or vomit blood. This was rare.

Zhu Shen was a little slow and controlled the Yin-Yang Flying Swords to attack, but Cao Jin moved sideways in the air, dodged the Yang Sword, and waved his sleeves to knock away the Yin Sword. At the same time, he had the leisure to twitch his nose and sniff, and then activated his Dharma Eyes, revealing his vertical pupils to look at Cheng Xinzhan's physical body.

"Ok?"

He was surprised again. "I was wondering, how come there are Jiao scales on your chest? No wonder you can block my attack. The scales have taken root in your body, so they are not stolen. Do you have Jiao blood in your body? Is it your father or mother?"

Seeing that Cao Jin did not take advantage of the physical body's weakness to attack further, Zhu Shen did not attack again and came to guard in front of the physical body.

"Ahem, you guessed wrong. My parents are both mortals."

Cheng Xinzhan replied.

"Oh? Is there anyone from the Jiao tribe who is willing to give you a scale? Do you have a favor to the Jiao tribe? Tell me, and I might be able to spare your life."

Cao Jin and Cheng Xinzhan were talking.

"That's my business, not yours."

Cheng Xinzhan did not appreciate it. Cao Jin was hunted by Emei and turned to the evil way. He had no choice but to do so. But since he had been possessed by the devil and was working for Xin Chenzi, there was no turning back. Cheng Xinzhan was unwilling to flatter him and did not need his favor.

"hehe."

Cao Jin smiled. He felt that he admired this Taoist priest a little. He had good skills and an interesting personality. But if this Taoist priest could understand the principles, why didn’t he understand them too?
He is the Tao, and I am the devil.

So he stepped forward again.

While talking, Cheng Xinzhan's flesh body let go of the Fire Sword, and his bamboo body took it over, raising the Thunder and Fire Sword high above his head, while controlling the Yin and Yang Flying Sword. His flesh body continued to hold the Qiushui Sword, but he did not switch hands with the Qiushui Sword. For him, there was no difference between his left and right hands. He made a seal with his right hand at this moment, pointing it at the flying Cao Jin, and chanted,
"trap!"

Ripples suddenly appeared in the void over there, and Cao Jin seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he stabbed over with both flying swords.

However, the dragon's strength and speed were too strong, and he only took half a breath to break free and easily dodge the two flying swords. Thunder and fire surged from the tips of the Thunder and Fire Swords, but Cao Jin wandered in the thunder and fire as if nothing had happened!
Cao Jin still rushed towards the physical body. Cheng Xinzhan used Autumn Water to resist the enemy. This time, with the help of other means, he lasted three rounds. However, he was hit by Cao Jin's punch on the right shoulder again, breaking his collarbone into two and causing his flesh to sink in.

Although Zhu Shen was assisted by magic flying swords, he was still at the beginning of the second realm. The power of these methods was always insufficient and was easily resolved by Cao Jin.

However, even so, Cheng Xinzhan did not dare to get close to Cao Jin with his bamboo body holding the Autumn Water, and let his physical body cast the spell from a distance. Otherwise, when Cao Jin knocked away the bamboo body and then got close to his physical body, Cheng Xinzhan would not even have a way to resist.

Cao Jin laughed, "You, your magic and magic weapons are good, but your escape and body skills are not very advanced. I can always catch up with you. Your body is as fragile as paper, so when you meet someone like me, you have no way to deal with it."

Cheng Xinzhan naturally recognized this problem. He had never fought with such a person before.

In a previous battle overseas, he was besieged by those monsters in the thunderstorm sea. Although they also used the close combat method, they were in the same third realm at that time, and their speed and strength were not much higher than his. Therefore, he was able to deal with them and even defeat them with the help of flying swords and spells.

But now that he met a great monk like Cao Jin, he was really at a loss as to what to do.

Cao Jin attacked again, Cheng Xinzhan resisted with Qiu Shui, and at the same time, he ignored the pain in his right shoulder and tried to cast the spell again.

However, Cao Jin seized the opportunity and struck Cheng Xinzhan's right wrist with a palm.

Cheng Xinzhan felt the pain, clenched his teeth and groaned. His right hand had been twisted to a strange angle, and it seemed to be connected to his arm only by a layer of skin. He could no longer feel his fingers.

"I'll cut off your hands and see how you can make hand gestures. If you dare to open your mouth, I'll cut off your jaw and see how you can chant."

Cao Jin said with a smile.

Shen Zhaoming was naturally furious when he saw his friend being bullied like this. He opened his Dharma Eye again to look over. It was obvious that it was a little difficult for him to use the Dharma Eye in his current condition, and blood flowed from all three of his eyes.

The speed of the Dharma Eye's divine light was so fast that even Cao Jin could not dodge it and was hit in the back. However, after letting out a muffled groan, Cao Jin grabbed Cheng Xinzhan's broken right shoulder and lifted it in front of himself to block the divine light.

Helplessly, Shen Zhaoming had to put away his magic eyes.

Cheng Xinzhan was in pain all over, but his mind was still clear. He used his bamboo body to help Shen Zhaoming, who was about to fall, up. He said,

"Zhao Ming, you don't have to stay here, go find reinforcements. It's okay for me to stay here. I have two bodies, a split soul, and I have the golden elixir as a backup. No matter what, I will definitely escape with my life. Maybe, I can even make a fortune."

Shen Zhaoming widened his eyes upon hearing this and looked at Zhu Shen. He understood that Xinzhan was already thinking of sacrificing himself to cultivate again and even destructing his golden elixir.

He immediately spread the word, "This matter was caused by me. I will get close to your body and wait for an opportunity to replace you. You go, and I will drag you away."

Zhu Shen shook his head, "If I stay, I can live, but if you stay, you will die. No need to say more."

Shen Zhaoming wanted to say something else. He naturally had a way to escape, but at this moment, a childish voice came from the north, interrupting the two of them.

"The Eight-Armed Dragon King is so majestic, and he seems to be very proud of bullying the weak."

At this time, Cao Jin used Cheng Xinzhan's physical body to block in front of him and faced Shen Zhaoming. The voice came from behind him. He was about to turn his head to look, but at this moment a sense of life and death crisis lingered in his heart. A means that was much faster and stronger than the Jingming Sect's Dao Zhong Yin Tang Dharma Eye attacked from behind.

He immediately let go of Cheng Xinzhan's body, and a twelve-section iron mace appeared in his hand. He held it with both hands, turned around and struck hard.

This blow hit a stream of black sword energy.

The sword energy collided with the iron mace, making a roar and emitting a magical light. The powerful spiritual energy blew Cheng Xinzhan's body away, and he took the opportunity to escape.

Cao Jin took two steps back, stood still in the air, and said in a deep voice,
"Who is coming?"

A figure came from the north, walking with mysterious steps. In a few steps, he covered a hundred miles. The sound came from far away.

"In front of the Xuan Emperor's throne, there is a sweeping figure, and in the Zhenwu Palace, there is a crane;

Refining the tortoise and snake into sword spirit, there is innocence outside Wudang Mountain. "

By the time the poem was finished, a figure had already come and stood in front of everyone. Everyone was surprised to find that the person who came was a Taoist child who was less than three feet tall and had a childish face!

However, the poet's words were profound and his meaning was simple, so it was not difficult for everyone to guess his identity.

"Master of Zhenwu Temple?" Cao Jin asked.

The Taoist boy had red lips and white teeth, and was very cute. He was wearing a small, loose dark blue feathered robe with turtles and snakes embroidered on the cuffs, an ebony crown on his head, and a small sword tied around his waist. He stood with his hands behind his back and said,
"It is precisely this poor Taoist priest. I will protect these two people."

The Taoist boy waved to Cheng Xinzhan and Shen Zhaoming, and the two quickly hid behind the Taoist boy.

"Ah!"

Cao Jin was so angry that he laughed, "I think the master hasn't cultivated to the fourth realm yet, but his tone is even greater than that of a high-level cultivator in the fourth realm."

The Taoist boy sneered, "To kill this evil dragon like you, I don't need the four realms."

Cao Jin was speechless after hearing this. He thought he was already arrogant enough, but today he met someone who was even crazier than himself.

But for some reason, the dragon rolled its eyes and actually laughed.
"Okay, okay, Master, please do as you wish."

The Taoist boy was also a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that the evil dragon was so easy to talk to. However, he was too lazy to get to the bottom of it. He turned around and left, and Cheng Xinzhan and Shen Zhaoming followed closely behind him.

And Cao Jin really stood there motionless, watching them leave.

"Dragon King!"

A shout attracted Cao Jin's attention. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was Bai Wuchang who was still lying on the ground groaning.

He fell down and stood beside Bai Wuchang.

Bai Wuchang's eyes were filled with hatred and malice, and blood was still gushing out of his mouth.

Cao Jin looked at Bai Wuchang's miserable appearance and felt a little sorry for him.

To be honest, Bai Wuchang is quite capable, otherwise he wouldn't be able to dominate Xiangxi, but this old ghost's skills are all in calling souls and refining ghosts. But today, he was completely defeated by the Taoist named Cheng Xinzhan. The Taoist's thunder magic, fire magic, pure yang, cockcrow, soul fixing, salvation, and even the brilliant golden elixir, all of which seemed to be Bai Wuchang's nemesis.

In fact, this has a name in the spiritual practice world, called Tao enemy.

This old Jindan ghost met his Taoist enemy and ended up like this. It was unfair, but not unfair.

Not long ago, Bai Wuchang was the leader of a sect, negotiating terms with the Eight-armed Dragon King. But within an hour, he ended up in this situation. Naturally, he was filled with hatred. He cried and howled,

"Why did the Dragon King let them leave?! Is he really afraid of the Master of Zhenwu Temple?!"

Cao Jin glanced at him with a disdainful smile, then raised his right hand in front of him and spread it out.

When Bai Wuchang looked closely, he saw clearly a few long hairs on the palm!

"This is?"

Cao Jin smiled and said, "Killing people doesn't necessarily mean fighting and killing, use your brain!"

After saying that, Cao Jin kicked the ground and turned into a rainbow and flew away. Judging from the direction he was heading, he was heading back to the Southern Wilderness.

Bai Wuchang was stunned. He stared at the direction Cao Jin left for a long while, then suddenly realized what was happening and shouted in panic.

"Dragon King! Why did you leave? Take me with you. I am willing to join the Nanchen Patriarch. I will be the subordinate of the Eight Vajra. I am willing! I am willing—"

Bai Wuchang's voice echoed in the mountains, but Cao Jin, who had long since left, could no longer hear it.

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In the dense forest of western Hunan, on an unnamed hill, there is a small temple.

The mountain is nameless, hidden in the mountains of western Hunan, and few people know its exact location. The temple is a small one, with only one hall and one courtyard, and no one offers incense.

However, the reputation of this temple is so great that everyone in Wuling knows about it.

This is: Zhenwu Temple.

Inside the Xiaoguan Hall, there is a statue of the Great Emperor Zhenwu, who is seated with his knees together and has a compassionate look on his face. Under his left foot is a black tortoise swimming in the water, and next to his right foot is a Teng snake spewing mist. In front of the statue is an incense burner on a precious table.

Cheng Xinzhan and Shen Zhaoming burned incense and paid their respects.

Cheng Xinzhan's right hand has recovered. He has been refining pills for many years, so it is natural that he cannot fail to carry pills like the Bone-Setting and Tendon-Repairing Pills with him.

After they paid respects to the Great Emperor Zhenwu, they also paid respects to the Master of Zhenwu Temple.
"Thank you, Taoist Master, for saving your life."

Even if the two men bent over, their fists were still higher than the head of the Zhenwu Temple Master. The Zhenwu Temple Master had to raise his hands above his head to help the two men up. The Master smiled and said,
"We are all from the same sect, we are of the same blood, there is no need to say thank you or not."

Cheng Xinzhan never expected that he would be rescued by this Taoist priest whom he had never met before.

He had heard about Zhenwu Temple from the leader of Yinling Miao Village before, but he didn't expect to arrive at the temple so soon and be rescued by this famous abbot.

He didn't expect that such a famous Zhenwu Temple was so simple. The abbot did not see any disciples or pilgrims. There was only the abbot.

He never expected that the legendary master of Zhenwu Temple had such a profound ability to maintain his youthful appearance and looked like a child.

He says,

"Master, thank you for saving my life. May I ask your name so that we can remember it and recite it."

The abbot waved his hand and said, "You little Taoist priest are too polite. You still said something like memorizing and reciting. That's unnecessary. Your name is easy to tell. My surname is Wen, and my given name is Tianzhen."

Cheng Xinzhan bowed and introduced himself, "I am a disciple of Mount Sanqing, Cheng Xinzhan, and I would like to thank Master Wen of the Temple."

Shen Zhaoming followed closely behind, "Disciple of Wanshou Palace, Shen Zhaoming, thanks Master Wenguan."

Taoist Master Tian Zhen put his hands behind his waist, smiled and nodded, "Okay, they are all talented people from my Taoist sect, and they are all very good."

Then, the Taoist priest looked at Cheng Xinzhan again and said, "Your flying sword is very good. Take it out for me to see."

Cheng Xinzhan said yes, he had two flying swords, but the one that caught his eye must be "Taodu".

He held out the Yang Sword, and a solid sword light flashed.

Taoist Priest Tian Zhen took it.

It was very strange. The "Taodu" that usually was never allowed to be touched lay in the hands of Taoist Tianzhen, very quietly. Anyone who dared to hold the "Taodu" before would definitely be burned. You see, the previous Emei Tianjiao female hero was also unable to control it.

At this moment, Taoist Tian Zhen was weighing the sword light, and "Tao Du" was still chirping softly.

Not only that, the "Taodu" sword spirit also automatically manifested, transforming into a miniature white-feathered rooster, standing in the sword light, tilting its head to look at Taoist Tianzhen.

Cheng Xinzhan looked on in amazement.

Taoist Tian Zhen smiled, stretched out his finger and pointed a golden light to feed it to the sword spirit.

The sword spirit pecked at the golden light and cried happily.

The Taoist priest returned the sword to Cheng Xinzhan. Seeing Cheng Xinzhan's curious eyes, he explained lightly,
"I have both the Zhenwu Dangmo and Lu Zu Chunyang lineages, so I am close to this sword."

(End of this chapter)