"Haha, 'Bao Si's Fragrance', the fourth form of Zhu You Sheng Gong." Hakka grandma smiled rather evilly.
"Humph," Professor Wu Deng sneered, "Zengzi said, 'Wandering with a gentleman is like entering the room of an orchid. If you don't hear it for a long time, you will be transformed into it; swimming with a villain is like entering the room of an abalone. If you don't hear it for a long time, it will disappear.' It seems that your Zhu Youshu is a heretic, even your farts are the smell of rotten salted fish, but you are still so leisurely and content, you are simply shameless."
The Hakka nun retorted nonchalantly: "Your Confucian skills are of a well-known and upright family, but it's a pity that all you learned from them are a bunch of neither men nor women. Who is shameless?"
Professor Wudeng said angrily: "Only women and villains are difficult to raise. If you don't give this old witch some pain, you won't know what the 'awe-inspiring aura' is in the world." After saying this, he bent his knees and raised his feet. With the momentum of "Golden Rooster Independence", she lifted up the hem of her gown with one hand and twisted her buttocks to align her back hole with the Hakka grandmother. The two brown flesh folds opened and "popped" and shot out an awe-inspiring aura.
The Hakka grandmother felt bad, so she hurriedly crossed her hands on her chest and recited in a hurry: "Takka Ajahahahahahahahaha is pregnant…" She used the second move of Zhuyou's magic skill, "Shifting flowers and grafting trees", and then stretched out her hands flatly. Pointing at Xuan Zhenzi who was closer to him.
Xuan Zhenzi stared blankly at the Hakka nun for no apparent reason. Suddenly, he felt a strong beam of true energy coming towards him, knocking his whole body away with a bang. He fell straight and fell several feet away and fainted immediately. passed.
This incident happened so suddenly that no one could have imagined that Professor Wudeng's fart would turn ninety degrees and knock down the unsuspecting Xuan Zhenzi.
"Professor, why did you sneak attack on Junior Brother Pindao?" Xuan Jizi shook the fly whisk in his hand and said angrily.
The Immortal Saint also felt baffled, with an angry look on his face. He waved the Zhenwu Seven-Star Sword in his hand and asked for an explanation from Professor Wu Deng.
Only the old monk Wuyu stood aside with a smile and said: "Haha, the Hakka grandmother is really good at it, but I don't know what the name of this great move of the universe is?"
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"The second form of Zhu You Sheng Gong's 'Transfer flowers and trees'." Hakka grandma snorted.
Professor Wu Deng was also slightly startled at this moment. This Hakka nun actually transferred the "aura of awe" she emitted to others. It seemed that Zhu Youshu was really evil. However, these heretical tricks were nothing compared to Confucianism. He was going to use more powerful tricks to destroy this old woman.
At this moment, the old monk Wuyu spoke: "You have all seen that the Hakka grandmother has presented two forms of blessing blessing magic skills to everyone. Master Tai and Professor Wudeng should have no doubts anymore, right?"
At this moment, Xuan Jizi had crouched down next to Xuan Zhenzi, who was upright and unconscious, gently helped him up and sat up, and then pushed him to pass the blood and dredge his meridians.
The old woman Qiubo and Professor Wudeng looked at each other in confusion. Naturally, they both understood that Hakka Auntie was indeed a descendant of Zhu You's lineage.
"Amitabha, since you two have no objections, please leave the ghost pot to the Hakka nun for the time being, and let her use her sect's blessing skills to try to communicate with the skull of the Queen of the Wind. If there is no problem, we can extract the essence from the bones of Da Luomo. Information and crack the secrets of the agency." The old monk Wuyu suggested.
The Hakka nun stepped forward and stretched out her hand to ask the old woman Qiubo for the ghost pot. This is a sacred object of her sect and must not fall into the hands of others.
Secretary Xing was thinking to himself that as long as the ghost pot was in the hands of the Hakka nuns, it would eventually return to Blue Moon Valley, and he felt relieved. No matter what, after all, I still deceived Lan'er this time, and I always feel bad about it.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the old woman Qiu Bo.
The old woman Qiubo was sitting cross-legged on the big bluestone, meditating. She had lost too much energy just now, and now she was secretly exercising her energy to adjust her energy. She had also witnessed the fight between Professor Wudeng and the Hakka nun. This old woman met Secretary Xing and was also from Blue Moon Valley. She was also a descendant of the Zhu You family, and the ghost pot was always handed over to her. It's better than being snatched away by the Fairy Saint Son and his gang of demons.
"Okay, I'll leave the ghost pot to you for now." The old woman Qiubo handed the Fenghou skull in her hand to the Hakka nun.
Hakka Mammy secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but how can she keep the ghost pot? There are several masters in the cave who are eyeing them. A professor without a lamp is enough of a headache. She is no match for Master Qiao, and naturally she cannot compete with her master. contend. The Immortal Saint Zi relied on the Zhenwu Seven-Star Sword in his hand to be confident, but the calm old monk Wuyu was simply unfathomable. Maybe he had the best martial arts among these people.
She looked at Secretary Xing. She hadn't seen him for several months. This squirming man's light kung fu was so good. If he escaped with the ghost pot, no one would be able to catch him.
"Hakka Auntie, the ghost pot is in your hand, please use the blessing to let the true energy enter its fontanel and try to communicate with the wind queen." The old monk Wuyu urged from the side.
The Hakka nun had no choice but to hold the ghost pot with one hand and press it on the fontanelle with the other hand, and then slowly inject a trace of Zhuyou Zhenqi.
The ancient Zhuyou magnetic field contained in Fenghou's skull quickly recognized that it was the true energy of the sect, so he did not block it and allowed it to come and go freely.
Grandma felt as if she had entered an ocean filled with true energy, and her own ray of true energy was bumping and drifting on the sea like a small sampan. There were several huge and strange magnetic eye vortices in the sea. When she was about to approach, she was turned away by an invisible force, as if there was a seal restricting them. The ghost pot has always been kept in Lan'er's place. She never thought that she could use Zhu Youzhenqi to pass through the skull's fontanel and enter the ancient magnetic field behind the wind. As far as she knew, Lin Zhengying's Yin-Yang Corpse , and his apprentice Shen Caihuai had not. Been doing this.
A smile appeared on Mammy's face. She knew that those huge magnetic eyes with restrictions were the long-lost ancient secret technique of Zhu You. If the seal could be opened, one would be able to get a glimpse of the true meaning. This is the unparalleled dream that all people in the world dream of. Opportunity.
Alas, it would be great if I could have a chance to glimpse its secrets in this life. Thinking of this, the Hakka grandmother couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"What's the matter, Hakka nanny?" the old monk Wuyu asked with concern.
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"Gui Hu knew the true energy of our sect, so she didn't stop it." Hakka Auntie replied calmly.
"Amitabha, in this case, we can directly extract information from the remains of Da Luomo." The old monk Wuyu nodded, seeming relieved.
The Hakka nun looked up at the hanging coffin of Lin Zhengying , which was more than ten feet high, and shook her head, helplessly admitting: "The old woman can't get up."
Upon hearing this, the old monk Wuyu turned his attention to the old woman Qiubo and Professor Wudeng, but the two people turned a blind eye and ignored them at all.
"In this way, I have to force the old man to take action personally." The old monk sneered several times.
The old woman Qiubo was in the process of adjusting her breath, while Professor Wudeng simply wanted to see how old monk Wuyu was, so neither of them said a word.
The upper falling water is also made of limestone. After hundreds of millions of years of groundwater erosion, many small holes have been eroded under the stone wall, ranging from less than a foot in size to as small as a fist. The holes are connected and lead to the depths of the mountain like a maze. .
At the entrance of a narrow cave, a group of black beetles emerged, staring at everyone silently. They were none other than Professor Wudeng's dung beetles who were responsible for cleaning up his excrement.
The old monk Wuyu tucked the hem of his monk's robe into his waist, took two steps forward and jumped up to a height of two to three feet. Then his fingers were inserted into the cliff like hooks, but he saw a stone. The crumbs are flying, and what is used is the authentic Buddhist "Powerful Vajra Finger".
Everyone looked up and saw that the old monk was strong and strong. He counted his fingers continuously with "Puff, Puff, Puff", and he jumped to the hanging coffin on the cliff that was more than ten feet high.
"Buddhist martial arts is indeed very masculine, but it lacks a bit of femininity. 'Those who are scratched are easy to break'. It is not as good as my Confucian martial arts, which combines yin and yang to achieve both ends." Professor Wu Deng shook his head.
The old monk Wuyu stood on the hanging coffin and opened the cover, stretched out his hand to pull out the pottery altar containing the remains of the Great Lomo, and then jumped down, inserting one hand into the stone wall several times to slow down the fall. With so much force, it finally landed firmly on the ground.
"Master Wuyu has great skills." Xian Shengzi was the first to cheer, and Xuan Jizi and Xuan Zhenzi, who had just woken up, also echoed.
The old monk put the pottery altar at the feet of the Hakka nun, smiled slightly and said, "Please."
The Hakka nun gently removed the lid of the altar. She didn't have the skill of Qiubo's old woman to piece together the skeleton in the air. She could only reach out and grab the skull of Da Luomo and hold it in her palm. Then with her other hand, she drew a gourd and a ladle and superimposed the ghost pot on top. , and then enter Zhen Qi Ru Xin Men.
Everyone watched nervously, and the air seemed to be stagnant.
Mammy Hakka's Zhu Youzhen Qi entered the ghost pot unimpeded, and then tried to extract the remaining biological magnetic field in the skull of Big Luomo. For a long time, it was still empty. Da Luomo really didn't leave any information.
Grandma withdrew her palm, shook her head, and said helplessly: "No, nothing."
Professor Wu Deng sneered twice: "How about it? Big Luo Mo has indeed cleared the information in the bones, so there is no key at all."
The Immortal Saint's eyes looked at the old monk Wuyu.
"Since Master Shitai, Professor Wudeng and Hakka Aunt are unable to extract the key to Da Luomo's mechanism, maybe there really isn't one, or the method is wrong. The ghost pot is one of the keys to solving this eternal mystery. location, so it must be properly placed." The old monk Wuyu pondered and pondered.
"Master is highly virtuous and respected, how about I do what you want?" The Immortal Saint weighed the Zhenwu Seven-Star Sword in his hand and scanned the crowd with a sinister gaze.
"Haha," the old monk Wuyu smiled modestly and said sincerely, "For 1,500 years, the legend about Da Luomo of the Bo people has never stopped in the rivers and lakes. Countless capable people and strangers in the past dynasties have spent I have spent my whole life trying to explore and uncover this secret, but I have been unable to do so. It can be seen that this is no longer a private matter of an individual person, but everyone in the entire world has a share, isn't it?"
"Yes, everyone in the world should take responsibility." Xian Shengzi agreed.
"The Ghost Pot is the head of the Yellow Emperor's Empress Xiang Feng five thousand years ago. It is also one of the common ancestors of the descendants of Yan and Huang, so it cannot be owned by a private person. What I mean is that I will take the Ghost Pot back to Xishan for the time being. Taihua Temple gathers the power of Buddhist monks and Taoist virtuous men to jointly study and decipher the mysteries, find the key, and unveil the eternal mystery of the Great Luomo Mechanism in one fell swoop."
"Is it possible that the master has already made up his mind?" The Immortal Holy Son sang along with him.
The old monk Wuyu smiled and nodded: "The ghost pot contains Feng Hou's lifelong cultivation. It must have absorbed the remaining information from the bones of Da Luomo, but everyone present has limited skills and cannot extract it yet. "
"Hahaha, what a joke," Professor Wu Deng sneered, "Are Buddhism and Taoism the only two schools in the world that can crack this secret? Confucianism is unique in the world, and the golden mean is the only way to 'unify man and nature', so Guihu It would be more appropriate for me to keep it on my behalf."
Hakka Auntie whispered to Secretary Xing beside her: "Hurry up and use Qinggong to escape with the ghost pot. There will be a fierce battle here soon." After that, she quietly put Fenghou's skull into his hand.
Secretary Xing smiled bitterly in his heart and said, the "Ascension Talisman" given to him by the old woman Qiubo has been used up, where can I find any Qinggong now?