Chapter 368

A remote and dilapidated Daoist temple, a young Daoist came from afar.

There was a faint sound of coughing inside.

The old Daoist was alone, nearly a hundred years old, and had not yet left, but was lying on the bed, his eyes already dim and unable to see.

"Knock knock..."

"Who?"

"May I ask if this is the Daoist Pian Shan?"

"Who are you?"

"Daoist from Mount Yishan, surname Lin, name Jue, from the capital." Lin Jue paused, "Now I am eliminating the Leopard King in the Leopard Forest. I have already beaten it into serious injury and slaughtered all the demon soldiers and generals, but because there are too many statues in the Leopard Forest, it is difficult to completely eliminate it in a short time. Instructed by Master Fan, I have come specifically to seek the solution to the soul-shifting art."

The old Daoist, dying in illness, rose in surprise.

With a creak, the room door opened.

The two sides faced each other. It was just that one had white hair and was already in his twilight years, his eyes unable to see people clearly, while the other was in his youth, looking at him with his head lowered.

"Lin Jue? True Man Lin from the capital?"

"..."

Seeing this image of the person, regardless of whether he had a solution or not, Lin Jue's heart softened, and a little respect was added to his mouth: "Daoist, being in this place at this age, you are still concerned about the affairs of the capital?"

"True Man Lin is eliminating demons in the Leopard Forest?"

The old Daoist tilted his head and listened carefully to him.

"Exactly!"

"Do you know the demon king's abilities?"

"How could I not know when I personally beat it into serious injury?"

"Then do you know that the reason the statues can move is that there is a soul inside every statue?" The old Daoist asked, still tilting his ear.

"This is the soul-shifting art, naturally it is so." Lin Jue also became serious.

"That's it, that's it." The old Daoist nodded repeatedly, and like the trembling of an old man's head that he couldn't control, he turned around and walked back tremblingly, saying to him, "True Man, please come in, please come in."

Lin Jue followed him in.

This Daoist temple was much smaller than the Fuqiu Temple and smaller than his junior sister's Red Leaf Temple, with only this one room. This old Daoist seemed not to have taken any disciples and was alone. After he went blind, the room was a mess. Even if he was a Daoist who knew how to maintain his health and had practice, after he was old and frail, there was still a smell common to old people.

The fox looked around and sniffed everywhere.

"Daoist has never taken any disciples?"

"Taken, Leopard Forest, died."

"So that's it."

The old Daoist naturally found a stool and pushed it to Lin Jue. Although his eyes were cloudy, his expression was quite excited: "How did True Man Lin slaughter all the demon soldiers and generals?"

"They intended to come out in full force to wipe us out, so we used a ruse, showing weakness to the enemy, luring them into a mountain pit, and slaughtering them at night."

"Good! Good!" The old Daoist couldn't help but clap his hands, as if his mind was already unclear, "How did you beat that demon king into serious injury?"

"It underestimated me, and I enraged it. In the battle of magical arts, I seriously injured it, and cooperated with the Heavenly Fire Divine General under the command of Lord Yi Li of the south to beat it into serious injury, and it abandoned its body and fled."

"Good good good!"

The old Daoist was even more excited.

"Does the True Man know that there is a common magical art, both Daoist and Buddhist have it, called the soul-calming art?"

"Naturally I know."

"Then does the True Man know that the divine beings in the world often use a magical art called the soul-detaining and spirit-ordering command? It can detain people's souls for interrogation."

"I know!"

Lin Jue frowned.

Looking at this old Daoist again, his expression became serious instantly.

Even the fox turned its head over.

This "soul-detaining and spirit-ordering command," when he was in Shu Village, he had learned a lesson from Liu Taihou once, and after that, he had also learned it simply. Although he had not studied it deeply, he had learned it.

Some time ago, when Lin Jue was thinking about the solution to the soul-shifting art, he had also thought of the "soul-detaining and spirit-ordering command," but it was obviously not that simple and easy. The mystery in it was also more complex, far from what could be thought through alone in a few months.

At this moment, the old Daoist in front of him only used two sentences to let him know that he had probably really thought of the solution to the soul-shifting art.

"When the old Daoist was young, I learned the Daoist soul-calming spell, and also went to the Buddhist school to beg bitterly to learn their soul-calming art, and even studied the heart-clearing and soul-calming scriptures of both sides, spending no less than ten years. I spent another ten years to understand the soul-detaining and spirit-ordering command from the divine beings in the mountain, and then it took forty years to understand the solution to the demon king's magical powers. My disciple has already gone to the Leopard Forest to try it, and it can indeed be solved."

The old Daoist spoke slowly, and Lin Jue listened quietly.

The principle in it indeed came from the soul-calming arts of the Daoist and Buddhist schools and the soul-detaining and spirit-ordering command of the incense-fire divine way, but it went beyond these.

If you talk about it, it is much more overbearing.

That is why it can detain the soul out of the statue, or even directly destroy it.

Soul-calming art is a very simple magical art, and Lin Jue had learned the soul-detaining and spirit-ordering command, so he understood many places at once. Coupled with his high understanding, he went further and further on this path, and had thought hard about it in advance, so he often drew inferences from one instance, so that the old Daoist in front of him didn't seem to be giving him a magical art, but rather seemed to be giving him inspiration.

Even the old Daoist was often shocked.

Three days later—

The two Daoists were still sitting opposite each other in the room, and Lin Jue suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart.

It was just that this palpitation was different from usual and not familiar. Thinking back carefully, it was like the feeling after seeing Lady Yao Hua's great magical power in Dangshan and bathing in the five-colored spiritual light.

At that time, there was an extra page in the ancient book, a new page.

But it was a blank page.

"Does this magical art have a name?" Lin Jue didn't take out the ancient book to look, but with a thought, he asked the old Daoist in front of him.

"Never taken one..." "Daoist can take one."

"Soul-detaining art... is it good?"

"The incense-fire divine way already has a soul-detaining art, and this magical art is more overbearing, the word 'detaining' is not quite appropriate." Lin Jue shook his head.

"How about soul-destroying art?"

"Good! It can! If this method can be passed down to the world, it will definitely let the world know that it was created by the Daoist in his lifetime."

Lin Jue stood up and bowed solemnly:

"Thank you, Daoist."

"Oh my..."

The old Daoist was tearful, wiping his eyes with his hands, and bowed to him more respectfully:

"Why thank me? It should be the old Daoist thanking True Man Lin. The old Daoist has been waiting for this day for eighty years, even if it is counted from the time I understood the magical art, it has been more than ten years. For these eighty years, the old Daoist has been thinking about it every day and every night, often dreaming about it. Once I close my eyes, it is the scene of my family being devoured by that demon. Not a single night has been peaceful."

"..."

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The fox was simple by nature, didn't know the emotions in it, and didn't know how rare this was, just lying on the side scratching an itch.

Lin Jue didn't say much, just said: "Daoist, please take care of your body. If I eliminate the Leopard King, I will definitely come to visit again and tell Daoist about this. It won't be long."

"Good! Good good good!"

The old Daoist was glowing, not knowing if it was because of joy, or because he had eaten the spiritual pills and spiritual liquid given by Lin Jue in the past two days, which nourished him.

The Daoist went out and called the white egret.

The old Daoist leaned on the door frame to see him off, looking outside with a pair of eyes that could no longer see, but what he saw was just a vast whiteness.

"Daoist, goodbye."

"True Man Lin, walk slowly! You must eliminate this demon!"

"Definitely!"

The human and the fox rode the white egret and left.

The old Daoist was still standing at the door, looking outside.

His eyes were still a vast whiteness.

Seventy years of hard understanding, how many days and nights, it was not an easy thing. He had returned to that year in his dreams, and he didn't know how many times, but on this day, the old Daoist finally waited for the True Man who could avenge him.

On the back of the white egret, how could Lin Jue not sigh?

That day outside the Leopard Forest, he just thought that in this world, there were not many people who were willing and capable of eliminating demons. The people around the capital were probably all gathered there and in Yunmeng County, but today this Daoist Pian Shan personally told him—

In the world of strange people and strange people, are there only these?

It's just that the world is too big, the Jianghu is too wide, and they are hidden in it, just like being in the dark night, only missing a bright lamp.

Not long after, Lin Jue collected his mind and continued to think about this magical art.

This magical art is truly overbearing.

This Daoist Pian Shan understood the principle, but he himself had not practiced it deeply. His lifelong goal was to deal with the Leopard King's soul-shifting art, but Lin Jue had already noticed that since this magical art could surpass the power of the soul-shifting art and pull the soul out of the statue to destroy it, it could also pull out the soul of a living person.

If he continues to study and deepen, and continues to study along this path, monks and Daoists with cultivation, demons with Dao practice, and even divine beings, it is not impossible to pull out their souls and destroy them.

Daoist Pian Shan found the direction and built a road, but this road can still be built further down.

In just one hour, the white egret flew to the Leopard Forest.

A fierce battle was going on below.

Lin Jue saw Wan Xinrong swinging the lantern in his hand and smashing it onto the head of a stone carving with a bang. With sparks flying everywhere, the stone carving's head was also smashed, and stone chips flew everywhere.

Immediately after, Wan Xinrong retreated rapidly, not lingering in the battle. The Daoist Tao and people behind him immediately protected him, while he held the lantern high, blowing hard at a group of wooden tree people in the distance, instantly blowing the sparks like a river flowing, stirring up a big fire.

Lord Luo, with a single person and a single spear, was maneuvering with a huge bronze statue, fighting earth-shakingly.

The Daoists of the True Mirror Palace helped with thunder and fire talismans.

In the fierce battle, no one looked at the sky at all. Only the Leopard King hidden in the deep mountains noticed that a white egret was flying in the blue sky.

The white egret descended slowly and landed on the treetop.

"Whoosh!"

The huge white fox descended from the sky, like a divine totem from ancient times descending. Once it opened its mouth, it was golden flames covering the earth.

The Daoist also fell gracefully from the back of the white egret.

Seeing him ponder for a moment, he grabbed towards the front through the air with one hand.

"Come!"

A spiritual light rushed out, like a big hand, and like a binding rope, rushing towards the bronze statue fighting with Lord Luo.

"Ah~~"

It seemed to hear a scream, and it seemed not to.

A black smoke was actually bound by the spiritual light, and as the Daoist retracted his hand, it was slowly pulled out from the bronze statue, and it seemed to be wailing.

The Daoist stabilized his mind, bit his teeth, and clenched his hand.

With a bang—

The black smoke exploded in the air and soon dissipated into nothingness.

This huge bronze statue actually fell down just like that, no more difficult than when the True Man destroyed wooden and stone statues in the past.

The magical art was already in his heart. Thanks to having learned the soul-detaining and spirit-ordering command before, after a few days, he had initially mastered it. There was no need for much hard practice. There were thousands upon thousands of statues here, which would slowly help him reach perfection.

But this move scared the demon king in the dark.

It also startled the many strange people, martial artists, and Daoists at the scene.

(End of chapter)