Chapter 118 The Book of Heaven turns into nothingness and transfers to six mansions
After walking out of the back mountain cave, the high priest pointed to a steep mountain of more than 100 feet across the water and said: "That mountain has an unknown name, called 'Little Candle Mountain', and all the demon monkey tribes in this area of 300 miles are called
It's the 'Priest Mountain'. The Candle God is enshrined on the mountain. Except for the priests approved by the Candle God, other demon cultivators can't easily go up the mountain without permission, and neither can ancestor Yuan."
"Except you."
The high priest did not explain anything in detail, but extended his hand to invite him, and flew hand in hand with Chen Mou to Xiaozhu Mountain three miles away.
Whenever the demon monkey tribe encounters a catastrophe, Xiaozhushan, in addition to the Luofen Slope, which is a hundred and fifty miles away, is a forbidden place that protects the monkey demon priests and preserves the inherited fire.
There was once a powerful fifth-level demon who didn't believe in evil and forced his way into the mountain.
The result is that the inner fire is ignited, like a giant candle, standing on the top of the Little Candle Mountain, burning for hundreds of years.
It leaves behind an extremely miserable story.
Chen Mou didn't ask any more questions. He followed the high priest and flew down to the river beach covered with pebbles. He climbed up the stairs along the canangyou mountain road. After a few steps, he felt as if he had stepped through an invisible barrier. He held the Heavenly Jade Bi in his arms.
Flashing slightly.
He stopped for a moment to sense, and the fog on the surface of the jade soon subsided.
Is this approved by Xiaozhushan?
A trace of Yuan Power poured into the white light spot on the jade, and he realized that he could return to Fangshi Courtyard, Tianbei Mountain Cave and other locations at any time, so he felt more at ease.
The high priest also stopped and said with a smile: "Outsiders can only go up to the eight-step stone platform and will be blocked. After entering the mountain, there are no so many taboos about speaking, and you don't have to worry about being spied on by people with great supernatural powers."
He put away the yellow jade vine crutch in his hand. On Xiaozhu Mountain, he didn't need anything else.
Xiaozhushan is his territory, just like an ancient power sitting in a cave, possessing mysterious and unfathomable magical powers.
Therefore, unless the high priest dies due to an accident, there is a high priest guarding Xiaozhu Mountain. In the world of all spirits, there is no sect that is not open-minded. If the forces dare to invade, the price is too heavy and no one can offend.
Occasional petty quarrels and despicable means were used to disturb and consume the longevity of the high priest, which often happened.
Unless he senses something big happening, the high priest usually lives in seclusion and will not easily use the Candle God's Technique, lest his calculations go too far and lead to death and divine punishment.
Other priests can take care of small tasks and share the worries of the high priest.
The two walked briskly, laughing and chatting all the way to the top of the green mountain top of the ancient trees. The high priest took Chen Mou to avoid the old and gloomy Candle Temple in the middle, and went around to an ancient stone courtyard on the side. The inside was elegantly and cleanly maintained.
There are flowers and plants planted in front and back.
There was a priest in gray and white linen clothes who held his chest and saluted, and was sent away by the high priest.
Sitting in the circular stone castle house in the west, the high priest brought a long dark yellow wooden box from the main room, sat cross-legged in front of the stone table, opened the lid of the wooden box, and a faint and quiet woody fragrance floated out.
The high priest held out a roll of old yellow leather with both hands, looking very solemn.
Chen Mou stretched out his hands to take it, and slowly unfolded the ancient leather scroll that was at least three thousand years old. The ink color was already very light, and the leather scroll was not decayed or eaten by insects. It was still soft and soft. It was full of ancient seal characters. Chen Mou frowned when he saw it.
There is no doubt that ancient Chinese characters are
With his knowledge of ancient literature, he was able to dig out some of the contents, but it was almost impossible to identify them all.
However, the secrets of exercises and the like are often wrong by a thousand miles.
It's a bit difficult to pick up the whole big leak.
"How's it going? How many do you recognize?"
The high priest asked in a low voice.
The other priests were usually shown the copy, which was almost exactly the same in size, color, and handwriting.
This volume of original relics was kept by successive high priests. It was for the sake of Chen Daoyou, the heir of the heavenly stele, that he took it out to try his luck. If even the heir of the heavenly stele couldn't recognize it, he would never even think about this heavenly book until the end of the world.
Cracked.
"I recognize 20 to 30% of it. Let me spend some time and slowly think about the deconstruction..."
Chen Mou replied thoughtfully, but he suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He stared at the scroll with his eyes, and there seemed to be a whisper in his ears, and he fell into a trance.
The light ink characters on the leather scroll seemed to be peeled off by invisible magic and flew up lightly.
They flew up one after another and turned into brilliant spots of light, disappearing into Chen Mou's forehead.
The high priest opposite the stone table suddenly widened his eyes. He saw that the ancient leather scroll had become empty and clean. Then he looked at Chen Mou, who had his eyes closed and his body was glowing with fire. Surprise appeared in his eyes. He stood up and stroked his chest and bowed.
Exit the stone castle house and drop the ban on the entire courtyard.
The high priest looked up at the sky, and saw that the sky was as clear as water, and the sky was blue. There were no visions of heaven and earth. He personally stood at the door to protect Daoist fellow Taoist Chen.
About half an hour later, I saw the firelight on Daoist Chen's body in the room subsided and he stood up calmly. The high priest hurriedly walked in.
"Sorry for damaging this ancient scroll."
Chen Mou has learned a luck-transforming technique called "Ling Lai Liu Fu Yuan Chang Pian", which complements the "Dong Xuan Golden Flame Jade Light Sutra" he practiced. From now on, he will use the accumulated energy of the connected meridians to transform the orifice.
It can greatly increase the power of spell bursts.
Qingtong Lao Tao is unpredictable and uses an ancient leather scroll to teach him auxiliary skills in an incredible way.
More than three thousand years have passed and it has not failed yet.
"It doesn't matter, this volume of heavenly book originally belonged to fellow Taoists. The Long-armed Monkey Department has preserved it for you until now. Fortunately, it has lived up to its destiny."
The high priest smiled and used the honorific.
There was a hint of something happening before. He thought about it silently and followed the context, and he could easily figure out the truth.
"This technique is not suitable for the practice of the long-armed monkey tribe. I owe the noble tribe a favor, and I will definitely make up for it when I find the opportunity in the future."
Chen Mou made a polite promise, and rushed back to understand the newly learned fortune-telling skills, saying: "Please say hello to Protector Shi Yu, saying that I have something to go back early, and I won't wait for him to come with me."
Taoist Priest Qingtong explained through the leather scroll that in addition to the Marquis Yuan of Luofen Slope and the high priest of Xiaozhushan, he could also use his help, and also arranged a protector for him.
It is not clear whether the protector is a demon or a human being, or whether he is in the world of spirits or the world of Luofu.
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Experts behave in a cloudy and foggy way, so don't worry about it.
"You're welcome, Fellow Daoist Chen. Please feel free to do so. I'll talk to Protector Shi Yu. If you want to read the demon clan's classics in the future, please come to Xiaozhu Mountain at any time. Even if it's not found on the mountain, I'll arrange for my men to go outside and find it."
The high priest smiled and replied.
He is not boasting. In terms of the rich collection of books, the big demon tribes in the Five Demon City are not as good as a small candle mountain that has been inherited for three thousand years. Of course, he also looks down on those wild demons who are all about muscles.
Watching Chen Mou disappear, the courtyard's restrictions and the barrier of Xiaozhushan were ineffective at all.
The high priest didn't take it seriously at all and seemed to take it for granted.
Walking into the stone house, he picked up the old leather scroll that had lost its writing on the table, put it into an agarwood box, and walked to the main room to treasure it.
The favor of the Lord of the Sky Monument is extremely valuable.
Returning to the Tianbei Mountain cave, Chen Mou closed his eyes and practiced. The five acupoints outside the Qi Sea, Tianman, Yuanchen, Chunyang, Gaogu, and Yuquan, trembled slightly with his breathing. The acupoints thousands of years ago
The acupuncture points are completely different from what is said today. He accurately felt the location of each acupuncture point when he was passing on the skills through the words on the ancient leather scrolls.
Ling Lai has six holes, with the Qihai Palace as the main palace to receive it, and the other five palaces as auxiliary. The Yuan Power is circled and cultivated in the order of the five palaces, returning to the Qihai Palace for one turn, and then traveling through and interlacing in sequence for the second turn.
Until the sixth turn, the explosive potential can be increased in a short period of time.
Each turn is an independent turn of luck. How powerful it is remains to be explored and tried.
Familiar with the different luck routes of the six turns, Chen Mou worked hard to build up his strength.
Half an hour later, Chen Mou looked pale and sat cross-legged doing exercises and adjusting his breath. Even if he had mastered the Ling Lai Sixth Transformation Technique, he still needed to practice hard if he wanted to use it proficiently.
With his current level of cultivation, he could barely achieve two luck transfers, but he could never complete the third transfer.
However, the magic power displayed made him particularly satisfied, and it was well worth the pain.
Along the way, every secret skill and technique that enhanced his cultivation strength were acquired through inhuman pain and hard work.
There is also a little bit of luck and invisible arrangements.