This time, the Yellow Turban warrior looks very powerful and brave. It seems that he will definitely become a top resistance in the future and can help Zhang Ling do many things.
"escape!"
The remaining black clouds knew they had hit a wall, and were immediately frightened out of their wits, and tried to escape.
The Yellow Turban warrior aimed at one of the black clouds and swung his halberd again. A muffled groan was heard, and then a black cloud exploded in the air, and then returned to silence and nothingness, completely destroying his soul and body.
The remaining black clouds scattered and fled, but seeing that the Yellow Turban warrior was a little slow in his movements, he stood there in a daze, not knowing which one to chase, and seemed to be in a dilemma.
Zhang Ling saw that there was a fish that had slipped through the net, and he pondered for a moment, muttering something in his mouth, which was exactly:
If the powerful gods and evil spirits do not surrender, the Five Thunders will disappear without a trace.
It is said that when thunder rumbles in the sky, all evils retreat and the Tao follows nature.
The young man in green was chanting an incantation while drawing talismans on his palm. The talismans were finished in an instant. He clenched his fists and fiercely slapped forward several times.
Boom!
In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, thunder flashed, and strong winds blew, and clouds surged.
With a clang, several purple thunders suddenly covered the sky, with ferocious power that shocked everyone.
The next second, several black clouds in the sky were shattered and turned into powder, scattered in the clouds, and then torn into pieces by the strong wind, and disappeared with a whoosh.
Boom boom boom——
The Yellow Turban warrior came to Zhang Ling, knelt on one knee among the clouds, lowered his head and remained silent, as if he felt guilty about the battle he had just fought.
Zhang Ling saw this and said, "You've done very well. There's no need to blame yourself."
He has always known that the biggest drawback of the Yellow Turban strongmen is that they are not flexible enough!
From the very beginning, Zhang Ling knew the reason very well.
After all, the Yellow Turban Warrior's path to becoming an immortal was too unconventional and unorthodox, and it was bound to have a very obvious flaw as a shackle.
However, Zhang Ling believed that this defect would be improved or even eliminated sooner or later, because as the Yellow Turban Warrior's cultivation level deepened, he would become more and more powerful, and his understanding of the laws of heaven and earth would become more and more profound.
Zhang Ling pondered for a moment and pointed at the golden warrior's eyebrows.
He taught the other party all the 72 magical skills of the Earthly Fiends that he had learned, including the Five Thunders Technique.
Although such powerful magical skills that are in line with the Way of Heaven are difficult to teach, they are mostly learned through self-realization and focus on natural talent, which can only be understood but not explained.
But there is no guarantee that this Yellow Turban strongman will be able to learn it in the future.
As the saying goes, an unintentional act of removing a willow branch may turn it into a shade.
When Zhang Ling first collected this paper-cut as the Yellow Turban Warrior to be his guardian deity, he was already prepared to train it with all his strength.
This Yellow Turban warrior shared the same thoughts as him, and their essence and blood were connected. He could be replaced by another clone of himself. If necessary in the future, he could control this clone to do something from thousands of miles away.
Not long after, Zhang Ling transformed the Yellow Turban Warrior into a paper-cut and put it into his sleeve, and then his real body landed back on the ground and returned to the temple.
But I saw that the big monk had been standing at the door waiting for a long time.
"Amitabha, thank you, the Immortal, for showing me the way, enlightening me, protecting my true body, and slaying the demon!"
The old monk put his hands together, with a kind look on his face, completely different from the ordinary monk's demeanor just now.
Demon?
Zhang Ling seemed to have thought of something.
The old monk explained that if any Buddhist disciple attains enlightenment, he will inevitably be disturbed by demons from outside the realm.
This demon appeared out of nowhere at a specific location and came straight over to snatch the fruit position and fortune.
Zhang Ling nodded. This explained why the immortals and gods in the Qingcao Lake area remained indifferent and allowed these monsters to do whatever they wanted in the sky. Even though the sky was covered with dark clouds, they turned a blind eye and a deaf ear.
"The Supreme Lord has enlightened me and bestowed upon me great fortune. I will remember this kindness forever!"
The old monk put his hands together, said "Amitabha", and then bowed to Zhang Ling with a respectful and pious attitude.
Zhang Ling did not avoid and accepted the other party's courtesy with ease.
This is the law of fate in this world. He would never have thought that this old monk would be able to attain the lapis lazuli body and directly become an earthly immortal. From then on, the immortals and mortals were separated, and he was able to ascend to the position of a monk on Mount Sumeru.
Afterwards, the two of them had a pleasant chat in the temple. The old monk took out a seed from somewhere and claimed that the seed was as old as the temple, a thousand years old, but it had always been difficult to take root in the soil. For thousands of years, the monks in the temple had tried every possible way, but they could not get what they wanted.
It seems that this seed, like an iron bean, will not take root and bloom, or the vitality in it has been completely exhausted, making it difficult to produce any results.
Zhang Ling took the seed and looked at it with his Dharma eyes, but he could not see any spiritual energy in it. It was just as the great monk in front of him said, the vitality of this seed seemed to have been completely lost, and it was unlikely to be of any use.
"Amitabha!"
The old monk said that he had been the abbot of this temple for nearly a hundred years, and that he was able to attain the lapis lazuli body this time thanks to Zhang Ling's help. For this reason, he had nothing good to give, and was willing to give this thousand-year-old seed. Of course, he did not want to repay the favor or understand the cause and effect, as this was impossible.
The old monk will always remember Zhang Ling's kindness to him. After all, in his heart, the young man in blue can be regarded as the first teacher in his life. Although they are not master and apprentice in name, they have guidance and can be regarded as half a master and apprentice.
If given the chance, no matter what happens, the old monk is willing to try his best to repay this kindness at any cost!
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ling reached out to take the seed. Although the vitality in it had been completely exhausted and it was probably a useless seed, the spiritual fields in the Changsheng Blessed Land were vast and there was a lot of vacant space. He could try to sow one or two seeds. Although he didn't have much hope, it was better than doing nothing.
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