The decree is based on the destiny of heaven.

Those who command are to hold integrity to summon others.

And the Supreme One...

I dare not think, dare not say, dare not read.

So between the heaven and earth, the vitality seemed to condense and suddenly surged. Tao Taigong of the Land felt his heart beating wildly, and he staggered, as if he had fallen into a vortex. He looked up and saw that the heaven and earth were clear and clear, but he could only hear two sounds, one was old and gentle, and the other was clear and clear, chanting and whispering. Finally, the old man's voice gradually dissipated, as if it was just his own illusion.

Only the young man's voice was clear.

"The Supreme Emperor's order is to surpass your lonely soul, to conjure everything, and to be kind to all the four lives."

"The person with the head is superior, the person without the head is promoted, the gun is different and the sword is killed, and the rope is suspended by diving."

"Die openly and secretly, die in grievances and condemnations, creditors and enemies, and begging their sons."

"Kneel in front of my platform, the gossip emits light, stands out from the slam, and is born in another place."

Qi Wuhuo just followed the old man's chanting. When he was playing the piano, a trace of golden light became more than the strings. He saw that the yin energy dissipated from the victims, and saw that the men and women with their own hideous appearances returned to their original appearance in the golden light.

The clothes became clean and tidy, and the blood marks and bruises dissipated.

A faint golden stream of light emanated from his body.

In the end, they seemed to know that they were about to leave. Looking at the faint golden light on their bodies and looking at the young man playing the piano with gratitude, Qi Wuhuo was staggering and unable to get up when he wanted to get up.

The old man caressed his solemnly and said: "Don't be stubborn."

"This mantra is made by your great wish to save people and consume your soul."

"Although I helped you, you have consumed a lot of money."

Qi Wuhuo nodded, pressed his fingers on the strings, and watched the souls disappear with a gentle smile. He then withdrew his gaze and said, "Brother-in-law, what is this verbal call?"

The old man caressed his beard and said casually:

"I just thought about it, there is no name."

Qi Wuhuo said in confusion: "What do you think now?"

The old man laughed unchangedly and said, "Yes, yes, the old Taoist has lived a little longer and it was not easy to recall it."

"As old, it's easy to forget things."

Qi Wuhuo said, "Since you recall it, you should have a name."

"I do have a name, I just remembered it."

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Yes, I just remembered it."

"The full name should be "The Mantra of Rescueing Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffering Suffer

Qi Wuhuo said to himself: "Zhang..."

The old man smiled and said, "Most of the Taoist scriptures are somewhat different. According to whether they are difficult or not, they can be roughly divided into [wonderful Dharma] [mysterious chapter] [jade ritual] [dao scriptures], which become difficult in turn. However, although it is said to be the highest position of [true scriptures], it is circulated the most. No matter what level the written one is, most of them will be named [true scriptures]."

"I don't think they are very upset."

"Those who write scriptures probably hope that later generations can make courageous and make great strides."

"Really deduce its fundamental method to the level of [true scriptures]."

The old man was quite appreciating this behavior.

Qi Wuhuo talked to himself, and thought of the "The Mysterious Chapter of the Spiritual Treasure Nine Nethers and Long Nights of the Death of the Death of the Death of the Death of the Nine Nethers" practiced by Dan Taixuan, who had cultivated the innate Qi, mastered the magical power of wind control, and called himself a sect, also belonged to the Mysterious Chapter. He couldn't help but wonder what he had learned. He hesitated for a while and wanted to ask, but after thinking about it, he closed his mouth again.

The old man smiled and said, "Does Wuhuo have anything to ask?"

Qi Wuhuo pursed his lips.

After all, some teenagers were still angry and lowered their voices and asked in a low voice: "Then what did you teach me?"

The old man laughed loudly.

Finally, the traces of this age were seen in this young man who seemed peaceful to kill evil cultivators and transform into dead souls.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at the boy in blue and pointed: "You, haha."

"However, after all, I am still young. The things in my dreams are only used to cultivate my heart. They seem to be true or false, and they cannot be done real."

"You asked what you're repairing?"

"If you really want to say something."

"What I said is to guide you, and what I passed on you is not considered a complete Taoist sect."

"so……"

The old man paused slightly, stroked his beard, and looked gentle and free, and said, "Listen, I will teach you."

"Not within these five categories."

"It is not a member of [Miracle Dharma], it is not a member of [Mysterious Chapter], nor is it a scroll of [Jade Art]."

"Do not keep the [Dao Dicta], and do not record the [True Sutra] words."

"Only by dictation, you know and I know, but you only learn it."

"Only these things cannot be circulated in the future."

Qi Wukuai's understanding of practice is not enough, and he does not understand what the old man's joke means.

The old man brought the text from him that recorded these last wishes. When he saw the regrets and hopes he said to his family, every word was earnest and came from the heart. The old man closed the book and sighed, "You can know why the Taoist sect needs several tests to cultivate the mind. Only those with pure and firm nature can teach the great way?"

The old man looked at these words and said, "If a practitioner wants to live forever, he often travels around the world in the first half of his life, free and unrestrained."

"I disdain for all the methods of prolonging life."

"However, as we reach the back, the limit of life span gradually reaches, and there is no way to break through."

"The longer the time, the more you are forced to be afraid. If you don't have enough mind, you will often not be able to withstand such fear, and gradually change, turning into many means of using [worms], worms, and poisonous insects... In order to extend their lifespan, you can use any means."

"Although each school is very cautious when preaching the Dharma, people's hearts are easy to change, but they are difficult to calculate accurately."

Qi Wuhuo whispered: "Silkworm..."

In the old man's words, he seemed to see a young Taoist who was as young as he was now and was full of energy moving forward step by step. In the end, he could not bear the pressure from the limit of life span. He gradually twisted, gradually deviated from his original heart, and turned into a twisted worm in the cracks between heaven and earth, twisting his desire to extend his life.

The old man glanced at him and said, "Do you don't know why?"

"Because, after you refine the Yuan Jing and retrieve the Life Treasure, you will already see how long your life will last."

Qi Wuhuo's expression changed slightly, and he understood the oppressive nature of this sentence.

"After that, I know how much energy and life span will be consumed every day of my life."

"Every day I clearly feel my lifespan is reduced, and I feel the arrival of the day of death."

The old man pointed at Qi Wuhu's eyebrows, making his eyebrows feel a wave of stagnation and tingling pain, and said:

"It's like seeing a sword destined to take your life, coming towards you every day."

"You must not avoid, you must not escape, you are destined to scatter your vitality and die at that time, and you will get closer every day and keep going every month."

"A step is not fast, but it is also a step."

"This is a great terror."

The old man rubbed his palms on the top of the boy's head and said with a smile: "But you have to remember."

"Although I seek immortality, I am not afraid of death, and the Taoist priests are the ones who sing with the basin."

"Since you call yourself a Taoist, you will know who is the Taoist."

"People walk the great way, and the body and mind are natural. Only the Tao is to follow, and following the Tao is to do things, and it is to be a Taoist priest."

"Today I will pass on you four words, so I need to remember them if I don't have any confusion."

The old man paused and said:

"See, but not be greedy."

"You seem to have friends coming, so I won't come out..."

The old man rubbed Qi Wuhuo's black hair, and when his palms were raised, it disappeared, and it turned out naturally.

Qi Wuhuo's soul was extremely tired at this moment, but he felt a familiar aura outside. However, he didn't know which land this aura was, and he couldn't name it. He wanted to get up and open the door, but his body was worse than that of the soul and could not even move. He had to play the piano with his palm, and the soul moved the sound of the piano to open the door.

……………………

Taigong Tao looked at the low wooden door and sweated coldly on his forehead.

He had just heard the sound of the Qinyin and saw that the souls that had been refined by the Xuan lineage of Lingbao Cave were actually directly saved-

A music of piano sounds transforms into dead souls?!!

Lao Tudi also recognized those ghost messengers, but he had never heard of such a method!

Want to retreat.

Don't dare to retreat!

When I was struggling, I suddenly heard the sound of the piano, which was as deep as a pine tree, as cold as a distance, as cool as a fairy, and the wooden door opened naturally.

The young man sat under the plum tree and played the piano. His blue shirt was as old as before, his black hair fell, and his voice was clear and warm:

"It's a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar."
Chapter completed!