Jiang Yueyun: ?

Chapter 122

Beard slowly walked towards the white light.

The light did not come from the ground, but floated on the ground vainly. The complicated patterns and words formed a large circle with a diameter of about nine feet. Those patterns and words seemed to be alive, twisting, fluttering, slowly rotating in one direction, and shining with brilliance. Beard looked a little dumbfounded, but without looking back, he beckoned Mr. Wang to come over.

"It's a magic circle." Mr. Wang's voice was a little hoarse, he walked slowly to the side of the beard, and lowered his head to study the words. The beard looked dizzy, and quietly reached out to the magic circle, wanting to touch it. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched out, his wrist was grabbed by a strong hand.

"You..." Beard looked up, where is Mr. Wang, who caught him was a stranger he had never seen before. Who is it, how could he come in quietly?

The stranger's face was stern, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his eyes were cold. He stood there as a whole, like a cast iron pillar, upright, neat, and even his hair was not messed up.

Beard felt a chill in his heart, and just as he was about to ask a question, the other party had already slapped his palm on the side of his neck. Beard rolled his eyes and fainted.

Behind the stranger, Mr. Wang had already passed out.

The stranger threw the beard on the ground and dragged Mr. Wang over, careful not to let them touch the circle. Then he raised his head and asked coldly, "Are you okay?"

"Okay, okay!" Zhang Jinjin answered.

At this time, Zhang Jinjin, who was as timid as a mouse just now, with a straight body and a jade tree facing the wind, looked like a handsome young man again. It's just that this noble son, holding a person's belt in his hand, dragged a person over like a cloth bag, it is the second master of the knife.

"Meow~" The copper coins came out of nowhere, and sat beside the circle of patterns and words, curiously watching the changing light and shadow on the ground.

"Mu Lin, look at it," Zhang Jinjin said, "the time has not yet come."

"I know!" The young man named Mullin leaned over, took the copper coin in one hand, and let it nest in his arms. Turning around by himself, he took out a package from the Qiankun bag, which was actually some jewels and jade, and stuffed it into Mr. Wang's sleeve pocket. He looked up at Zhang Jinjin. "Where did you get these people from?"

Zhang Jinjin dragged the second master's house closer and put it down, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully. "The Pure Land gang. Tsk tsk, I haven't showered for a few days, and my body smells sour." After wiping his left hand and then wiping his right: "I passed by last month and put some wind on them by the way, so I'm just following. Money can make ghosts run the mill, digging soil, is it possible that this young master needs to do it himself?"

Mullin rolled his eyes secretly, watching him take out a Qiankun bag from his sleeve, reached out and took out a small wooden box, a copper gourd incense holder, put a stick of incense on it, and took out the fire zhezi, put these Bits and pieces are placed next to the magic circle.

After Zhang Jinjin finished all of this, he came forward and patted the kitten's head, and said softly, "Good copper coins, I'll rely on you in a while!"

Xiao Hua Mao narrowed her eyes, as if she understood, and meowed softly.

The two of them, one cat, quietly looked at the magic circle on the ground.

Moyun Mountain, Tiankui Peak.

Su Yanjun was on duty today and was standing in front of the head room to protect the Dharma together with another disciple. Since Sect Master Zheng was injured in the battle fifty years ago, he has been in retreat for one night on the fifteenth of every month, and his disciples have taken turns protecting the Dharma. After a while, the senior brother Zheng Yude came with the medicine for the night. Su Yanjun saluted, Senior Brother Zheng nodded to them, pushed the door and entered the room.

The furnishings in the room are simple, the tables, chairs, and beds are all of ordinary style. There is a sword on the wall, called "Jishi", and on the small table under the sword, there are six spirit-exploring stones, which are emitting a faint white light.

Zheng Genran, the head of Moyun Mountain with clean eyebrows, was sitting cross-legged on the futon. Seeing Zheng Yu had to come in, he took out an elixir from the treasure bag in his arms and swallowed it with the soup. After taking the medicine, his body trembled.

Seeing this, Zheng Yu asked worriedly, "Uncle, how are you today?"

"It's okay." Zheng Heran closed his eyes, "It's been fifty years, and I'm used to it. It's just that there aren't many pills anymore, I don't know if they can be delivered in time this year."

"Then... how many pills should the disciple temporarily refine?"

Zheng Yanran hesitated for a moment: "No hurry, it can last for two months. Let's talk about it if it really can't be done."

Zheng Yu had to nod his head and sit down next to the head to protect the Dharma.

In the middle of the child, yin and yang alternate.

The spirit-exploring stone on the small table gradually lost its light.

In the cave, the circulating magic circle was extinguished at the same time.

Just when the magic circle was completely extinguished, Mulin lit the incense stick and said to Zhang Jinjin: "Remember, there is only one incense stick time!"

Zhang Jinjin nodded and jumped into the array with a twist. He put his hands on the ground, and an aura penetrated into the ground with his palms. Under the soil layer, a mysterious golden celestial dragon lock tightly protects the things below.

The Xuanjin Tianlong lock is said to be made by the Taoist ancestors of Lingshan, and there is no key. The inner structure of the lock is like a labyrinth. Only the owner of the lock who clearly knows the structure of the labyrinth can unlock the lock by passing through the labyrinth and reaching the exit after injecting spiritual power. There are only three of these locks left in the world. It is well known to the world that a medicine room used in Xianling Island in the East China Sea is said to contain thousands of spiritual medicines, ranging from improving Taoism to charming people's hearts. It has been coveted by the world but no one can break it; In the hands of the Demon Race, the secret room of the Demon Palace was locked. Unexpectedly, the third one is actually in this shabby and shabby tower.

Zhang Jin's head was slightly sweaty, and the released spiritual power carefully circled around the Xuanjin Tianlong lock, raised his eyes and shouted, "Copper coins!"

The kitten jumped down and came to him in an instant. It had grown several times, and was the same height as Zhang Jinjin, who was squatting.

Mullin stood in front of the magic circle, picked up the small wooden box in his hand, and stared at one person and one cat.

Zhang Jinjin closed his eyes slightly, the copper coin probe touched him, a warm current flowed from the cat's body, and the structure of the Xuanjin Tianlong lock became clear.