Chapter seven hundred and fiftieth sea night
When Lu Zhengkang arrived, the sacrificial ceremony had already come to an end.
Yu Hui threw himself into a huge rock halfway into the sea to the east of the village. It has been polished by wind and waves for thousands of years into a blue-grey blue bone. Now it is possessed by a totem. The rock is releasing a light red color, and the waves are constantly washing it.
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The sole of the foot is like an eternal torch facing the tide, a lone star on the narrow coastline. The outline of the salamander is deeply carved on the smooth rock surface of the reef back to the sea. Villagers are surrounding the totem.
Namaskar.
"Deer Witch Zhu is here!"
The children were the first to discover him, and then more than fifty people in the village, except for the two infants, all swarmed over.
Lu Zhengkang smiled at them, "How's it going? How are you getting along with your ancestral spirits?"
Everyone was speechless. In fact, they were complaining. You, Wu Zhu, are equivalent to the host. The host does not come on the stage and starts the performance directly. This not only makes people on the stage confused, but also makes people in the audience very embarrassed.
, the old man and Yu Wei who just came to the rescue were trying their best to cooperate with each other's performance. This should have been Lu Zhengkang's job.
Lu Zhengkang chuckled, "Don't be afraid, I have been watching you. This Yu Wei was created by the remnant souls of the dead of your ancestors for generations. He is a blood relative of your Yu family, so treat him as one of your elders."
Senior is fine. When you have time, you should worship it more. If you want to go to sea or hold any other events, you should also ask its opinion first. Although it is not a serious spiritual practice, it still has the ability to fulfill your wishes."
Yu Dong squeezed out of the crowd, but did not go towards Lu Zhengkang, but quietly stared at him with the reserved eyes of a young man. Lu Zhengkang turned his head and waved to him. Yu Dong shrank, but still walked over with his chest held high.
Walked to Lu Zhengkang.
Lu Wu Zhu put his hand on Yu Dong's shoulder and turned him around, "You all know, right? This is my first successor. You all have the opportunity to cultivate, but not everyone can achieve success. Originally
There are very few people who can achieve anything, so before making up your mind, be prepared to achieve nothing."
It was getting late at night, and the crowds at the sacrificial ceremony dispersed. Everyone glanced at the Red Star Reef on the seaside, with expectations for the future in their hearts. Some people always had trouble sleeping all night.
Lu Zhengkang didn't sleep. He was sitting on the beach. He didn't practice any cultivation, just leaning on his face and looking at the sea.
Yu Dong quietly walked up behind him, and Lu Zhengkang laughed loudly, pointing to the sand next to him, "Sit down."
[Master.] The boy knelt down beside Lu Zhengkang coyly and kowtowed.
[You shouldn’t call me Master, from now on, you have to call me Red Sky Demon Lord.] Lu Zhengkang had a serious face, but he couldn’t hide his amusement.
Yu Dong was frightened and didn't know how to answer.
Lu Zhengkang laughed loudly, "Forget it, you can call me whatever you like, Master, Big Brother, Demon Lord, whatever. It's up to you."
Yu Dong still sat on his knees, pointing at the wet sand on the Mosuo Seashore, "Abba said, this is the rule."
Lu Zhengkang nodded and went to look at the sea. The Red Star Reef on his left was like a fire pond, bringing him warm light. Although no real temperature was transmitted to him, everyone would feel sultry in the red.
Just right, it diluted the blue night.
It was always lukewarm around Lu Zhengkang. This temperature was very comfortable. Yu Dong relaxed, unkneeled, and sat down next to Lu Zhengkang, stretching out his slender legs and letting the waves gently lap at his toes.
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"Master, you seem to have something on your mind."
Lu Zhengkang was stunned for a moment and looked at the boy in surprise, "What's on your mind? Is it serious?"
"It's not bad..." Yu Dong muttered. In fact, he was a little scared when he said this, but Wu Zhu was a particularly good person.
"Humph," Lu Zhengkang half-sighed and smiled. He always likes to laugh, even when he is melancholy. "Are there any problems in your practice?"
Yu Dong scratched his head, "Every time I close my eyes, I see the red river. Then, I swim and swim, but I can't hold on for long before I am submerged in the water."
Lu Zhengkang nodded, "It's not bad. It seems that you have some abilities."
In fact, after practicing these days, Lu Zhengkang found that his talent was really good. During the Qi training period, he practiced very quickly at the beginning. He completed two magic seals in six days, and it seemed that he could accumulate eighteen magic seals very quickly.
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The factor that limits monks from staying in one realm for too long, in the early stage, is mostly the capacity of the Qi Sea.
A monk with good abilities and a good sense of Qi will naturally have a larger Qi sea capacity and can hold more mana. However, some monks can fill up the Qi sea by practicing one or two magic powers. If they want to go further, they have to find another way, regardless of
Whether it is through arduous cultivation, using secret methods to expand the air sea, or using evil ways to breed magic power, it is no longer an easy task.
When Lu Zhengkang practiced eighteen seals, he was actually prepared to spend more than ten years at this stage, because he didn't know which seal he would reach the upper limit after practicing.
At the advanced stage of a cultivator, the body is no longer a flesh-and-blood structure, but a complete life support system is formed in the body. Each sect has its own path. It is also the stage of transition from the human body to the heavenly body, evolving the inner universe, and swallowing mountains and rivers.
In short, by then, the capacity of mana will be expanded to a state where it can be used as desired.
Before that, the roots are really important.
Lu Zhengkang is not worried about these things, he is just enjoying the beauty of heaven and earth, and by the way, he explains his feelings about life.
Seeing that his master was in a depressed mood, Yu Dong didn't know what to say for a moment. He lowered his head and mumbled, speechless.
The tide of the sea is still very beautiful. Lu Zhengkang stared at it, admiring it, and slowly explained to Yu Dong: "The "Red River Practice" is a cheap method. Just meditate a lot, and the inner energy will be generated by itself. When you have a clear idea, you can
This is the official introduction. Now, you have to eat more, Yu Wei
I will help you. From now on, I think seafood and the like are enough to eat. You can eat as much as you can. Just sleep for two hours a day. You can start visualizing at the time of Unity. You are not allowed to sleep before the time of Chou. Wait.
Once you become proficient in it, you can meditate all night, which is more nourishing than sleeping."
"Yes, Master."
"Boy, I'll tell you many things first, so that you won't be able to get back after you have matured your mind and become evil. All the methods I teach can be used to kill people. If you kill people and draw blood, your magic power will flow endlessly.
After accumulation, you will soon be able to break through. However, I have to tell you, do not chase and kill, and do not distort your innocent temperament because of killing."
"Master, I don't understand."
"You see a child who is about the same age as you. If you kill him and suck his blood, you can improve your cultivation. However, this child is not annoying or lovable. He is just a simple passerby. He has parents and relatives, and a family.
If a person is happy, would you choose to kill him?"
"No!" Yu Dong was a little anxious.
Lu Zhengkang chuckled, "It's okay. You will encounter many moral dilemmas like this in the future. I don't necessarily ask you to be a good person. Everyone in this world wants to be a torturer. However, the happiness of obeying instinct is often
It's low-level. I hope that my descendants can focus on higher-level and more dignified activities. My child, what do you think of death?"
"What?" The boy was at a loss. He couldn't accept these long remarks for a while.
Chapter completed!