Facing Wu Jun who wanted to kill him, the Holy Lord gritted his teeth.

However, he now asked Wu Jun for help, so he had to persuade him with kind words: "After the medical saint, no one would enter the holy realm on the medical saint, and even the promotion method was not left behind. Therefore, I suspect that practicing the medical saint could not become a saint at all, and even the medical saint himself was promoted to the holy realm by other methods."

"It is possible to turn stones into gold, but thinking about the second medical saint in the world is even more difficult than climbing to heaven."

Wu Jun calmed down his anger slightly, glanced at him, and said, "Who was sealed in this jar? Tell me honestly, otherwise I will throw you into the cesspool."

The Holy Lord glared at him, then sighed helplessly, and said, "I was sealed by Taoist Xuanji. The Mauryan Dynasty I founded that year fought with the Great Zhou Dynasty where he was, and finally defeated the country. After I was killed by him, I was sealed in this magical altar."

Qin Yue'er said: "The Taoist Xuanji is a disciple of the Taoist ancestor, and the current Xuanji Temple was created by him."

Wu Jun nodded, then looked at the altar of the sealed Holy Lord, looked at the runes on it, and Yu Guang suddenly noticed the statue of the ancestor of the Yinshan Sect.

On the soles of the statue of the ancestor, there are dense seal script engraved. When you look closely, it is actually a practice method!

Wu Jun took two steps forward, stared at the seal script on his left foot and said, "Perform to the rise and fall of heaven and earth, take the number of sun and moon generation... Refining the body and living in the world to achieve immortality, so as to be a land god?"

Seeing this, Wu Jun's expression became strange, and then he looked at the seal script on his right foot, which recorded many methods of cultivation, including collecting qi, collecting yin, collecting spirit, and fetal breathing. Finally, he negated them all in one sentence.

"The small method of the side is easy to see the achievements, but it is often necessary to flow more. It teaches each other until death, and then becomes custom and destroys the great way."

Seeing that at the end, Wu Jun looked at his face and sighed with a sigh: "These techniques are all techniques learned by the ancestors of Yinshan Sect before their lives. In the end, he gathered the talents of the hundreds of schools and summarized an obscure and difficult-to-understand technique by himself. Unfortunately, his disciples did not have enough understanding, so they turned to practice the easier techniques and finally embarked on the evil path."

The Holy Lord stared at the martial arts for a few glances, and said with some confusion: "What a mess. I know every word, but when I connect it, I can't understand what he is saying."

Wu Jun rolled his eyes and said, "This exercise uses a lot of unique sages in Taoism. If you haven't learned it, you will naturally not understand it."

The Holy Lord said contemptuously: "These bulls are so mysterious. I was defeated by them by a strange formation. Later, I studied it for a hundred years and found that the formation was just a fooling thing. I cared too much about that formation at that time, and I was confused, which led to the final defeat."

Wu Jun was happy when he heard this: "It took a hundred years to see it. It seems that you are not wronged at all."

The Holy Lord showed a little anger on his face, and was glared at by Wu Jun, and snorted with hatred, taking back his thoughts into the jar.

Wu Jun copied several exercises, then pulled out the Qingshuang sword from behind, waved the sword at will, and slashed the statue.

Half an hour later, a reclining Buddha with a cigarette curly curly hair appeared in the hall.

Qin Yue'er stared at the Buddha statue and looked at it with a strange look on her face: "What kind of Buddha is this?"

Wu Jun took back his sword, looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and said, "This is the Buddha of the joy of countless curly hair! As the saying goes, curly hair sends black hair, there are too many people who died tragically in the mountain, and their resentment is condensed, causing their ghosts to remain undispersed. Therefore, I specially invited Curly Hair Buddha to save them!"

Wu Jun said, holding the relics in his right hand tightly with his right hand, using the sect energy to stimulate the Buddha's power, and then using the secret method inherited from great wisdom to instill it into the Buddha statue.

Not long after, a Buddha's Dharma image that covered the sky and the sun appeared on Yinshan Mountain.

Feeling the strong Buddha power, the ghosts in the mountains were so scared that they fled everywhere, making a sound of ghosts and wolves howling.

Then, the curly-haired Buddha slowly opened his eyes, rolled up the cigarette in his mouth, chanted the mantra and said, "Go to you!"

The next moment, all Buddha lights bloomed from the Buddha's body, and the light shone on the earth.

Under the Buddha's light, a joyful and peaceful aura enveloped the entire Yinshan Mountains. The ghosts had nowhere to hide. The resentment evaporated on their bodies and turned into a transparent soul, and finally slowly disappeared between heaven and earth.

At the same time, on the Yinshan Mountain where clouds are not dispersed, the wind suddenly stopped and rain stopped. A golden sunshine fell in front of the hall where the sun was not visible all year round.

As the clouds in the sky dissipated, the sun emerged and poured down the sun without hesitation.

Wu Jun walked out of the hall, stood on the top of the mountain and looked down at Yinshan, which showed its true face. The scenery was beautiful and the world was unique. He couldn't help but exclaim: "Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, what he is talking about is this scene."

"The only regret is that although I have cured this mountain, no one has paid me a medical fee..."

Qin Yue'er clapped the jar held in her palm, made a muffled sound, and said with a smile: "This jar spirit should be considered as a medical treatment, right?"

Wu Jun's eyes lit up and he said, "It's really worth it. Wait until I think of a way to let him spit out the treasures of the Mauryan Dynasty!"

The Holy Lord could no longer help but roared: "Even if I die, even if I am thrown from the mountain by you, I will never tell you where the treasure is!"

Wu Jun squinted his eyes at the jar and said, "Since that's the case, I can only use you to pickle sauerkraut."

Holy Lord: “…”

After working hard for most of the day, when Wu Jun and the others returned to the boat, the sun had already set in the west.

Mr. Li was drooling in the hall, looking at the dragon meat on the table, biting his fingers, and looking to eat but not daring to eat, appeared on the face of a big and thick adult, which looked very funny.

Seeing Wu Jun come back, Li Chu breathed a sigh of relief and walked forward two steps: "Has Yinshan Sect agreed to let us go?"

Wu Jun shook his head: "No."

Chu Li gloated and said, "I expected that they would not agree, so let's turn around and return to Weinan!"

Wu Jun smiled slightly: "No need, I've killed the people on the mountain, so no one disagrees."

“!!!”

Looking at Wu Jun who was smiling in front of him, Li Chu's eyes almost glared out.

The Yinshan Sect, which could not be encircled and suppressed by the six major sects of the Taoist sect, was easily eradicated?

This is too cruel!

Wu Jun walked straight past him, grabbed a handful of medicinal materials on the table and put them into the pot, and said, "It's almost time. It's time to make medicinal porridge for you. After eating, it's time to go on the road."

Li Chu's eyelids twitched, and he looked at the casserole without tears.
Chapter completed!