Chapter 113: Dayan Heavenly Mystery, the ancient fierce and bright one yuan.
Hey! Wang Zhong was sitting in the middle of a large quiet room, making shu in one hand and holding a fist in front of his chest.
The surroundings of the quiet room are closed, except for a giant iron door facing east, with countless dark, tadpole-like snake-like runes painted on it.
Such runes are densely painted not only on the door, but also on the walls of the quiet room, on the ceiling, and on the floor.
At first, his eyes were slightly closed, he shouted loudly, the ground shook, and then his fist was released outward, and a burst of brilliance changed from black to white.
A ball of bone-white exquisite brilliance slowly rose from the hand, and in a blink of an eye it transformed into a hollow bone ball, as big as a bucket, suspended in the center of the quiet room. It was the relic of the demon.
The center of the relic is wrapped with forty-nine Ruyi Ganoderma-shaped dark flames, which are the ancient fierce and poisonous flames deep in the lungs of Yunmeng Daze six thousand feet away.
As soon as these forty-nine ancient fierce fires came out, even though they were wrapped in the relics of the demon, they were still hot. The runes on the ground of the quiet room were burned, and they released a cloud of pitch-black smoke, containing an icy cold evil spirit.
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This is the Mysterious Magic Forbidden Law set up by Wang Zhong. In order to prevent himself from practicing the demonic method, the demonic energy penetrates the ninth level and is discovered by the masters of the capital.
Although these forty-nine ancient fierce fires were subdued by him, he could not send and receive them freely and use them because they were too powerful and could easily lose control and accidentally injure one's own people.
At this time, Wang Zhong wanted to use the Dayan Tianji and Yiyuan Miao that he had comprehended to refine the fierce fire.
By making that "one" with self-truth, the forty-nine flames just re-formed into the number of the Great Evolution, no longer changing, and moved according to one's own thoughts.
This kind of method is just the beginning of transforming the three pure states into one thing.
First it becomes one element, and then it can be transformed into three, and the evolution is endless.
I originally thought that it would take at least ten years of enlightenment to fully understand the magical effect of one yuan, but I didn't expect that I suffered from the ancient Taihuo fire for nine days and nine nights. Although I suffered a lot, I realized it in one fell swoop and saved ten years.
Take courses every year.
The mysterious magic forbidden method of Xuanyin was still unable to withstand the remaining power of the poisonous flames of Taihuo. The black smoke and cold air were burned loudly, and the bluestone ground turned red. After a moment, there were signs of softening. After another half an hour, Wang
A large bluestone in front of Zhong seemed to have collapsed, swelling into fist-sized magma bubbles.
Wang Zhong used the devil's relics to gradually control the power of the fierce fire, whether it was large or small. In this way, a full eighteen days passed before he became somewhat proficient in using it.
"Okay!" His eyes lit up, and two green lights shot out ten feet away, covering the demon relics. In the green light, a black shadow jumped into the fierce fire like a ghost.
Woohoo! There was a loud roar, and the entire quiet room seemed to collapse.
In an instant, the black shadow danced in a circle among the forty-nine flames, and immediately followed the green light and flew back, and the strange howling stopped.
It turns out that this time, Wang Zhong gradually controlled the flames, escaped the soul from his eyes, and combined with the light of the sky demon's eyes, divided the remaining soul into forty-nine flames.
Like a hot iron, the soul mark and the flame are firmly integrated, no longer distinguishable from each other.
The temperature in the quiet room also gradually dropped. The ground began to condense again.
This ancient fierce fire with boundless power has finally been refined.
Wang Zhong was also practicing the art of killing earthly evil spirits and gathering fire. The earthly black evil spirits were blended with the yin and yang of the earthly fire true power. They exerted incredible magical effects and various magical powers.
The Earth Fire True Gang is similar to the Taihuo Poison Flame, except that the Taihuo Poison Flame has been gestating for hundreds of millions of years. It has existed almost as soon as the earth was formed, and its power is incredible.
Needless to say, if the forty-nine flowers are used together, as long as one flower is used with all its strength, it can almost burn mountains and boil seas, and turn lakes into ashes.
It is far more ferocious than the Earth Fire Zhen Gang.
If it were another master, even if he understood the magical function of Yi Yuan and could collect the Great Evolution Secret, he would not be able to refine it and use it freely.
With a wave of his hand, the devil's relic turned into a ball of bone and flew into the Jade Pillow point behind his head.
Forty-nine ancient fierce fires float quietly in the air, black and red in color with a glossy finish, just like handles of black Ruyi and black Ganoderma lucidum. There is no trace of anger.
With a finger, the flame gradually shrank and turned into forty-nine black sesame seeds, which fell into the palm of my hand and then disappeared.
After the Yuanshen sacrifice, the ancient poisonous fire can be large or small, and its power can be controlled freely.
"Now that I meet Wang Xianren, I will definitely ask him to taste the power of this poisonous flame." Wang Zhong thought secretly. With a flick, a flame flew out of his hand. It was half a foot thick and one foot high.
The door disappeared silently into the air.
As he strode out, there was a layer of grayish-white hard shell on the top of the stone chamber, and the powder fell down.
It turns out that the iron door was instantly turned into steam, and when it was cold, it turned into ashes and fell down.
Wang Zhong has been quite happy recently.
Since returning to the capital with Princess Zhu Changyin of Yunmeng, they first went into seclusion to refine the poisonous flames of the ancient ancient fire. Then more than two months passed, and every day for two hours, the soul left the body and went to the West Palace of the Forbidden City to refine the furnace.
Yuan Jindan.
Other than that, they just travel around the mountains and rivers, drifting here and there, drinking tea and talking about scriptures, watching flowers and admiring the scenery. It’s so leisurely that it’s almost like passing the time.
The spring of Yanjing several hundred years ago was very different from that of later generations. In the spring of later generations, sand and dust often rose up in Yanjing, and the sky was covered with gray. But at this time, Yanjing was lush and green everywhere, the Yongding River had long since thawed, and the Haihe River was
The spring breeze blowing actually smells like the heat of summer.
The battle outside the Liaodong Pass is now in a stalemate. Wang Zhong expected that there was no serious danger and it was not a critical moment, so he did not go to help. He let Lu Na and his sister grow up and become more skilled on their own.
"If you want to go against heaven and return to the path, you must be prepared to die ten times without rebirth. I am like this, and you are also like this."
Standing in a typical Sihe courtyard, looking up at the sky, I see long white clouds floating by. The soul moves slightly, and the scenes in a ten-mile radius are like lines on the palm of my hand, every detail. Think about the era of three hundred years and what it is now.
The era we live in seems like a world away.
"More than three hundred years later, I wonder what the scene will be like here and now?"
As soon as his thoughts changed, his soul seemed to have traveled through time and space. In his ears, Wang Zhong almost heard the sound of cars in Yanjing City hundreds of years later.
The world is full of weird things, and life's encounters are nothing like this. If I could go back to modern times, would I go back, or not? Is there anything worth remembering about that era? In this era, it is so confusing that it is indistinguishable.
Under the changes, it will be enough to influence future generations for more than three hundred years. There are many things that can temper me."
"Sir, what are you thinking about?"
A voice as clear as water came from the door. Princess Zhu Changyin of Yunmeng walked in with two maids. Zhu Changyin was wearing a goose-yellow coat, her hair was pulled into a bun, with jade beads jingling on it, and a fiery red phoenix hairpin shining brightly.
The red color was dazzling. It made the face that was originally so fair that it could easily break with a flick of red become slightly rosy, and when she chuckled, she looked extremely charming.
Wang Zhong looked carefully and found that he was on par with Lu Na. But occasionally, a tiny silver cross appeared in the center of his eyes. If Wang Zhong hadn't had the True Eyes of the Heavenly Demon, Jue Ji wouldn't have been able to see it.
These days, Wang Zhong already knew that there were several Christian bishops in the Ming Dynasty, such as the famous Italian Matteo Ricci, Tang Ruowang, Luo Yagu, etc.
There is also a church in the capital. Princess Yunmeng is good at alchemy and likes the things of gods. She has learned a lot of magic. However, she does not like hard training by birth and has not made much progress in her cultivation.
And the Chinese magic, whether it is Taoism, military, law, Mohism, Confucianism, or medicine, divination, astrology, fortune-telling, and miscellaneous, all pay attention to a step-by-step process, and things will come naturally. Princess Yunmeng just wants to get it done quickly, how can she have such patience?
"Oh! It turns out the princess has arrived!" Wang Zhong nodded, waved his hand, and the two of them sat separately under a big pomegranate tree in the center of the yard. "I was thinking about how the past, present and future have changed. Under the way of heaven,
, there are ingenious arrangements for every peck and every drink. Even those of us who practice qi, even if we have the power to participate in creation, it is difficult to get rid of this arrangement. I don’t know whether I am happy or sad?"
"Sir..." After hearing this, Zhu Changyin had some thoughts in her heart, and turned around: "Yanyan, Honghong, why don't you go make tea?" The two maids at the back sighed and hurried in.
Because Princess Yunmeng had not yet left the palace, she lived in the West Palace of the Forbidden City. Since the princess often went out of the city dressed as a man, many gorgeous houses were arranged outside the city. The building where Wang Zhong lived was only more than seven miles away from Xihua Gate.
Zhu Changyin set up an alchemy furnace in Yunmengzhai, her residence in the West Palace. The female qi alchemists she usually befriended, who were not very advanced in cultivation, controlled the fire and guarded the furnace. Among them were Qin Liangyu, the Plum Blossom Fairy from East Kunlun, and Qing Qing from Jiuhua Mountain.
Wu Wenqi is the daughter of Wu Dongchen, the Great Luo Sword Immortal of the Lotus Sword Sect.
Because the alchemy furnace was in the West Palace, where the female relatives were located, Wang Zhong only used his soul to escape in, and then left after condensing the alchemy energy.
Even Qin Liangyu only saw a cloud of black energy. He only knew that he was an expert invited by the princess to make alchemy, so he didn't care. Wang Zhong had an enmity with Qin Liangyu in Beimang Mountain. Although it was easy to deal with her, there was no grudge or enmity.
Take physical form.
Zhu Gaoyin knew that Wang Zhong had great magical power, so he would come over every day during the day to ask for advice on some spells and cultivation techniques.
"Sir, I often hear people say that people with advanced cultivation can sense the world and know the past, present and future. I wonder if you have such magical powers?" After saying that, he looked at Wang Zhong and said, "Sir, this is really true.
The immortals are banished to the mortal world!"
Wang Zhong was wearing a Tai Chi crane cloak. At this time, his eyebrows and hair were shiny silver. His long silver hair was pulled up into a bun and inserted into it with a jade hairpin as thick as a thumb.
His face remained unchanged, he looked like a young man, but his hair and eyebrows were white, and his eyes were sometimes as erratic as smoke and sometimes as bright as lightning. With this look, it was impossible to tell whether he was old or young.
"I am not banishing immortals, nor do I care about immortality." Wang Zhong chuckled lightly, "The princess is here today to ask me to go to the Forbidden City to meet Emperor Wanli. Why don't I show off my appearance?"
At this time, Yanyan and Honghong were already cooking in a red peat stove and playing with the tea sets. The two maids were both young and childlike, but their movements were very skillful.
The red charcoal fire made the water in the furnace gurgling loudly, and the hot steam spurted out rapidly.
"Sir, you really have the power to predict the future!"
Zhu Gaoyin was stunned, and took a handful of tea leaves with a sharp tip, iron-like color, and mellow aroma, into a bowl, brewed it twice, and then handed it to Wang Zhong with his own hand, "Sir, please use the tea. It's me and the Crown Prince."
My brother was angry. Hearing that I was refining alchemy in the Queen of the West Palace, he insisted on saying that these were just trivial skills. I was not convinced and always wanted to show him how powerful he was. Unfortunately, none of the alchemists I met were willing to cooperate with him.
When those great scholars met, a few of them suffered great losses and were scolded on the spot. Even Master Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain retreated away when he saw Fang Congzhe, Yang Lian, and Zuo Guangdou. Fortunately, I got to know Mr.
For many months, I have consciously or unintentionally mentioned my master's power in front of my father. Today, my father has become more interested, so I want you to follow me into the palace and take the opportunity to show off your skills. I wonder if you are willing to do it?"
Wang Zhong took a sip of tea and felt the fragrance in his mouth. He said "Hello" to himself. Suddenly he heard a cry of cicadas on the tree. He looked up to the sky. It turned out that the sun was rising high in the sky and the temperature was gradually rising.
Month is the season when spring and summer intersect.
"It hasn't rained for more than half a month. The weather in the capital is like this. When it gets hot, it's much hotter than in the south. At this time of year, if it doesn't rain to relieve the coolness, cicadas will start crying." Zhu Gaoyin said with a smile.
"I won't leave until the Hunyuan Pill is refined. Besides, I still have some earthly connections in the Forbidden City. It's the princess's arrangement." Wang Zhong glanced at Zhu Gaoyin, "The princess's magic power has increased greatly recently."
"I went to church out of curiosity a few years ago and saw that Matteo Ricci, a Westerner, actually knew a lot of magic. He taught me a practice method called [Holy Spirit Prayer]. I practiced it for a month, and I made rapid progress.
I continued to practice. Those Qi refiners tried to fool me with some tricks to move the heaven. Fortunately, I learned some spells in Chucheng, the swordsmanship of East Kunlun and Jiuhua Mountain, and the spells of Tianshi Dao.
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"Naturally, I won't teach you the true heritage of the sect. They are just innocuous little things!" Wang Zhong naturally knew in his heart. "Matteo Ricci is a master. Yun Yuanshen glimpsed the church, and there was actually a force blocking it.
Come on. Fortunately, the devil is good at confusing people, so I don’t have to scare them away."
"Sir, let's go!"
After three rounds of tea, it was almost noon, Zhu Gaoyin called for lunch again, and Wang Zhong taught her a mysterious black evil soul-binding technique.
"After practicing for three months, you will be able to restrain the souls of animals, and after one year, you will be able to restrain the souls of people. But when the Hunyuan Golden Pill is completed, your soul will be condensed, and there is no need to practice hard."
"Sir, this magic is not the right way. Why is it like a magic spell?"
"I am not a righteous person to begin with."
"Sir, he must be a top master in the leftist world. He wants to teach me a few more spells. When he opens a cave in the future, I will go there too."
After getting on the sedan chair, we passed through the Xihua Gate and entered the Forbidden City.
"Sister, the situation is not good now! Zhu Changluo is about to become emperor." Also in the capital, Zhang Yanran and Tong Ling had just returned from Dongchang.
Passing by an alley, there was a dilapidated Guandi Temple. It was deserted. Two women were discussing in a sedan chair when they suddenly heard a voice.
"If you are successful, you can help the world, and if you are poor, you can only take care of yourself. It's bullshit. I think it's better to change it to: pluck a hair to benefit the world, strive to be the first, sacrifice yourself for the world, and the world will die. This is in line with the golden mean. Good, good.
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"Who is this?"
"Miss, she is a poor candidate. She must have no money to stay in a hotel. She rests in the Guandi Temple and complains. Don't pay attention."
"Get off the sedan! Let's take a look." The two women looked at each other, got off the sedan, and walked in. Sure enough, it was a poor scholar in tattered clothes, sitting on a straw mat and sleeping soundly, seeming to talk in his sleep.
"Oh, I've offended the beauty. The student is rude. I dare to ask the two ladies, but are you here to pay homage to Mr. Guan?" Smelling the fragrance, the scholar jumped up.
"Oh!" Tong Ling looked at the scholar and saw that there was nothing strange about him. Then he took out eleven taels of silver and ordered his attendants: "Give it to him." After that, he turned around and got into the sedan to leave.
"Miss, hurry up, can you please leave your name for the students to report later? The student's surname is Hong, his first name is Chengchou, and his courtesy name is Yanyan. In the forty-three years of Wanli, he went to Beijing to take the exam, and all his money was exhausted, so he fell into poverty. Miss is generous.
The students are very grateful for the increase in silver. Allow the students to salute you."
"What did you say!" The two women were shocked and turned around.