Chapter three hundred and ninth the mystery of the ghost
Zhuang Wudao listened to his ears, but he felt worried for a while. It's not that this secret technique is not good. Just from what he saw now, he knew that this "Death and Demon Art" is worthy of being so highly praised by the sword spirit.
It is indeed exquisite and magical, and surprisingly strong.
However, the seven kinds of spiritual objects recorded in these pictures are each worth more than fifty thousand meritorious deeds in the treasure house of Lichen Benshan.
As for the three kinds of evil spirits, he only recognized two of them. Although one of them had been seen in books, it had disappeared in this world.
"Tiger Tail Buds, Ten Thousand Miles of Branches, Black Eagle Blood, Silver Frost Treasure Soul, Feihong Pearl, Southern Dou Qi Xuangang, Ahan Shensha
Zhuang Wudao felt his scalp go numb: "If I had known this, I should have been slower to redeem the positive and negative two-dimensional array."
The two hundred thousand good deeds have not been spent, but now the materials can be exchanged for most of them. Both Nan Dou Qi Xuangang and Agama Shensha can be found somewhere.
There is only one kind of 'Red Yin Xuan Ming Sha', and Zhuang Wudao could not find the whereabouts of this thing for a while.
"The Red Yin Xuan Ming Sha is hard to say or easy to say, it all depends on how much respect and love the sword master is willing to pay. This evil is rarely born naturally, but it must be stored in the Chi Yin Sect."
Zhuang Wudao felt relieved. Chiyin City was an ally of the Lichen Sect. It shouldn't be difficult for him to exchange for this thing.
"This thing is precious. Sword Master should not be too optimistic. Even if it is an ally, Chiyin City may not be willing to exchange it."
Zhuang Wudao frowned when he heard this and wanted to continue to ask questions. However, Yun'er refused to say any more and only said that he wanted him to be mentally prepared.
In desperation, Zhuang Wudao had no choice but to put aside his worries for the time being and continue to remember the subsequent content.
Then, when all the scriptures that he could remember and observed were gone, and he walked out of the purple stone door, Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but sigh slightly.
It is really difficult for him to master this secret technique. It will take Zhuang Wudao several years to gather the good deeds or Yuan Yuan stones that can be exchanged for spiritual objects. And after gathering the materials, it will take even more years.
, in order to make the pair of wings that imitate the Chongming bird.
No wonder Yun'er would say that after practicing the two secret techniques of "Death" and "Juechen" of the Lichen Sect, he no longer had the power to distract himself from other things, and it was indeed impossible for him to spare any effort.
Fortunately, the practice of secret arts, unlike exercises such as Niu Mo Yuan Ba Ti, does not involve Tao foundation, and has no impact on the monk's own practice. It does not require that it must be completed in the Qi training realm, and it is delayed to the foundation building realm to complete it.
There is no hindrance to the wings.
Otherwise, he would have to wait at least ten or eight years to build the foundation.
After stepping out, Zhuang Wudao looked at another purple gold door juxtaposed next to him. On the lintel, there were also two seal characters - Jue Chen.
Zhuang Wudao shook his head helplessly. He was also looking forward to the divine power of the Juechen Solid Mountain Art when used together with the 'Ox Demon Tyrant Body'.
However, redeeming the contents of the first realm requires at least 200,000 good deeds. And gathering the materials is probably not as difficult as the Death and Demon Art.
This secret technique can only be discussed in the future.
However, Zhuang Wudao did not leave here. Instead, he browsed in front of nearly a thousand stone doors in the endless starry sky one by one.
When I encounter a skill that I am interested in, I will go in and have a look. Usually the good skills required are not cheap, and some strange skills, such as Sword Spirit Yun'er, have no memory. Unfortunately, they are incomplete and can only be slightly supplemented.
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And just a moment later, Zhuang Wudao stopped in front of a gray stone door. Gray is a cheap color, and the skills within this stone door should be the lowest level.
However, the words on the door attracted Zhuang Wudao's attention.
"Xuan Ming Ji Yin Lu, third rank? What kind of skill is this? Since it is a third rank skill, why is it gray? Have you ever heard of it, Yun'er?"
"No, my memory is only from seven kalpas ago. I have forgotten most of it. How can I remember so much?"
Zhuang Wudao was quite surprised, so he walked in without much hesitation. There was also a stone table and a broken book.
With only a hundred good deeds, Zhuang Wudao took the remaining book on the table into his hand. After a moment, his eyes froze.
"——This is the method of soul cultivation? Can monk Yinhun really cultivate to become a Taoist?"
"What's so strange? Even in your world, there are powerful Yin spirits. The sun-devouring blood ape fighting spirit is also a kind of Yin spirit. However, it is recorded in the 'Xuan Ming Ji Yin Lu' that,
But it is a method of cultivating souls and attaining enlightenment in the underworld, and it will not benefit you, the sword master."
Zhuang Wudao shook his head slightly, no wonder it was a third-grade skill, but it was just a gray stone gate, and the exchange was so cheap.
This 'Xuan Ming Ji Yin Lu' is for ordinary Yin souls to practice. As long as monks like them reach the realm of Yuanshen, even if their physical bodies are destroyed, they can still live in this world forever. They can also be reincarnated.
You can also seize the body, or you can continue to practice with your soul and become a Taoist.
However, there is a sentence in the book that makes Zhuang Wudao very concerned.
"The so-called ghost soul, one is thought, only with thoughts can one have consciousness, the other is wish, only with wish can one gather consciousness and solidify the soul——"
The general idea is that thoughts are thoughts and thoughts. Only after having thoughts can there be consciousness. Desires are desires and obsessions. Only with strong desires and obsessions can consciousness be gathered and the soul body consolidated.
"Therefore, to cultivate the Yin soul to become a Taoist, the first priority is the power of incense and aspiration, and the sacrifices and offerings in the Yang world can help the Yin soul to strengthen its soul and appease its obsessions. Especially the descendants of the bloodline, which are the purest, can often reach the netherworld directly. Even if they cannot cultivate to Taoism, they can still have the incense and incense.
Those who worship are not afraid that their souls will be eaten by others, and their reincarnation will not be in danger of seven calamities and six disasters——
"Incense offering?"
Zhuang Wudao was startled: "Is it so difficult that such a thing really happens? It always feels a bit mysterious."
"It is true that the fourth sword master has been fortunate enough to have been to the Netherworld once. The situation there is indeed bizarre, strange, and chaotic. There are many people who eat souls and become immortals with their souls. If not
Incense offerings in the Yang world, ordinary Yin
It is indeed difficult for the soul to survive the seven kalpas and six tribulations before reincarnation. I remember the most chaotic period, which was even more chaotic than the mysterious and demonic world. Until the Buddhist Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva made a great wish to divide the six hells, and the Taoist gate was established in the underworld.
, Ten Palaces of Yama, this is better——"
When Yun'er said this, he smiled sweetly and said: "Human will indeed has great power. Isn't this why the monk's soul and the so-called gods in the sky come from this?"
"Really?"
Zhuang Wudao frowned, thinking of his mother.
"After people from the Heavenly Realm die, will their ghosts also go to the Netherworld?"
Does it also mean that he and his mother will still see each other again?
"We can't go there. For the creatures of the Heavenly Realm, the Nether Realm is too far away. Crossing the realm across the sky is not an easy task——"
Yun'er said lightly: "But I don't know if there is a corresponding Yin Realm in the Heaven Realm. But since this world attaches so much importance to the inheritance of the family line and the inheritance of descendants' blood, there probably is a Yin Realm. But the Sword Master still has a Yin Realm.
Don't hug too much
It’s better to hope. Yinhuns are born with obsessions and often have weird shapes and thoughts that are different from ordinary people. Unless they are successful in spiritual practice and recover their past life memories, there are very few people who can remember what happened in their lifetime. Even if the sword master has a chance in the future
Found-"
There was a slight pause in his voice, and Yun'er felt the deep sorrow in Zhuang Wudao's heart, but he still said word for word: "She is no longer her, and she is absolutely the same as the mother in your memory!"
"I see--"
Zhuang Wudao was disappointed. In fact, he didn't need Yun'er's advice. He could already get a glimpse of it just from the contents of this "Xuan Ming Ji Yin Lu".
Putting down the book in his hand, Zhuang Wudao took another look around after stepping out of the door. Lichen, Jueshi, and the last nameless Purple Sect can only be entered by the secret identity of this mountain. Originally, he wanted to enter.
At this time, he was no longer interested in viewing, so he continued to view in the Lichen Hall.
It directly triggered the ban on the secret waist card and spread it to the door outside the temple. Just as he walked out, he saw an unexpected figure, following a group of luxuriously dressed female disciples, passing on the Dharma here.
The Tenth Hall came slowly.
"Wan'er?"
Isn't that the slim girl walking beside the many female disciples Wan'er? Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but smile, and his heavy heart eased a little.
"What a coincidence, you're also here to redeem your skills?"
Beitang Wan'er's face was also filled with joy. However, when the other female disciples beside her saw Zhuang Wudao, they all looked solemn and respectful. They saluted Zhuang Wudao with fear and fear, calling him Uncle Pei, and Pei.
granduncle
Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but be stunned. He estimated that these girls should belong to the same lineage of Huangji Peak as Beitang Wan'er. Just looking at the clothes, it can be seen that they are all above the twelfth level of legal prohibition and have fancy styles. Except for the emperor
The disciples of the royal family and the wealthy family of the Extreme Peak lineage cannot afford it for the rest of the Peak lineage.
As for the Xuanling Mountain disciples, although they are also wealthy, all the robes and spiritual weapons are more practical.
However, at this moment, these people with noble family backgrounds and status all need to lower their heads and show respect to him.
At this time, Zhuang Wudao deeply felt that his identity was completely different from the past. His current identity was able to stand side by side with many Jindan elders in the sect, and he was qualified to participate in the Jindan Conference and decide on major issues of the sect.
Although he had a noble status before, he was just an ordinary true disciple. Compared with now, he is no different than clouds and mud.
Although it was funny, Zhuang Wudao also found it boring. After nodding and nodding, he casually waved his hand to signal the girls to move away so as not to disturb his conversation with Beitang Wan'er.
These female disciples did not dare to disobey. But before leaving, they all took a deep look at Beitang Wan'er who was staying where he was. Perhaps by accident, Beitang Wan'er and Zhuang Wudao actually recognized each other;
Or perhaps he was envious and jealous that Beitang Wan'er could have such a friendship with the most talented person in the sect.
Beitang Wan'er felt helpless, glanced at Zhuang Wudao strangely, bowed her hands and said: "Wan'er has met my uncle."
There are so many emotions in her heart. Three years ago, she was in the attic of Linghuan, looking down at Zhuang Wudao, treating him as a chess piece. But now, the two sides have changed places.
Zhuang Wudao has reached the top of the clouds and is high up in the sky. But she, Beitang Wan'er, still has to struggle at the bottom, and has not even been able to obtain the title of 'true disciple'.