After the golden powder completely disappeared from the sky, Cheng Yu studied the Xiao Shui technique carefully in the palace.
Yuan Deng was able to practice this spell on the basis of first condensing the elixir and then controlling the objects, but he easily mastered this set of spells, and there was no demonic energy leaking out when he cast it (Yuan Deng's words).
He must have taken advantage of this human-shaped soul. After all, it is a soul that would be envied by even the great demons who have practiced for hundreds of years.
In addition, he also summarized a general process of practice:
A hundred years to develop spiritual wisdom;
A century-old horizontal bone;
Hundreds of years of inner elixir;
It will take another hundred years to take shape.
And this is just one family's opinion about a rare species like golden salamander. If it were another ordinary species, it might take longer.
As for the subsequent realm, Yuan Deng didn't mention it, and Cheng Yu doesn't care much about it at the moment.
In short, as a foreigner who has traveled through time, there are still many things in this world that he does not understand. Unfortunately, Yuan Deng left in a hurry in the end. After saying goodbye, he turned around and left without any delay.
It feels a bit like escaping...
……
He looked around the hall and found a little sparrow next to the base of the statue, standing motionless on the spot, as if it had lost its soul.
This is the sparrow body he traveled through time.
He came to the sparrow in a few steps, looked down at the little life at his feet, and suddenly felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart. He quickly looked around the hall, and finally stared out the window.
Black clouds were billowing in the sky in the distance, and Cheng Yu was far away. He could feel the evil energy leaking out of the black clouds with just his soul.
Correspondingly, an ink-like water droplet protruded from his belly. It began to rotate slowly, then gradually accelerated, and the speed became faster and faster. Finally, it collapsed with a "bang!" and the water droplet turned into a mist that filled the air.
Feather body.
He was shocked, and his vision went dark again.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the perspective of a sparrow. Statues of gods and bills stood tall in front of me, just like Gothic buildings in previous lives.
The throbbing in my heart has eased a lot, but...
"Thump...thump..."
This is...the heartbeat of the master and the apprentice in the corner?
"Huh...chih...huh...chih"
The sound of their breathing!
His hearing suddenly became extremely sharp.
Wait!
The sparrow's night blindness seems to have been reduced by most.
There was only one candle flickering on the bill. Although it was still a little hazy, I could roughly see the scene in the hall, and it was no longer as invisible as before.
Huo Yazi and Feiyan were still as before, sitting slumped in the corner, with the head of the mud dragon that had been chopped off by thunder lying sideways on the ground, staring at the old Taoist with a pair of white eyes.
Huo Yazi, who was slumped on the ground, was also staring at the dragon's head in a daze.
The ferocious look of the mud dragon's head made Cheng Yu feel terrified, so he spread his wings and quietly flew to the highest beam, overlooking the old man and the young man in the corner of the hall below.
"Master..."
Feiyan quietly pulled off Lao Tao's sleeve, but Lao Tao didn't respond.
"Master, what should I do?"
Feiyan tugged on Lao Tao's sleeves again. Lao Tao, who was in trance, shivered and suddenly felt a chill on his back. He vaguely remembered that his disciple had just asked him what to do, and he pointed at the big hole in the roof seemingly calmly and said: <
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"What should I do? This is a thunderstorm, what does it have to do with me?"
"Master, I...I'm afraid, you and I should pack up and get on the road quickly."
Feiyan pulled the old Taoist's sleeve and begged.
The old Taoist looked at the mess in the palace, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet and said: "Pack up your things and let's go!"
After saying that, the master and the apprentice stood up with support and began to clean up the belongings.
"Woo...Woo!"
Cheng Yu, who was sitting on the beam, suddenly heard the sound of gusts of wind. He was far away at first, but he was close in a few breaths.
"Dong...dong...dong..."
Is someone coming?
The footsteps also came from far and near, and in a blink of an eye they arrived in front of the small courtyard of Longwang Temple.
But the two people in the palace were unaware of it.
"I'm going to lead the donkey."
After the old Taoist said to Feiyan, he turned around and was about to leave the palace. He opened the door of the underground palace with a "squeak".
"Woo!"
A gust of fishy wind pushed the door open and rushed towards the old Taoist door.
The old Taoist staggered and blew away his neatly combed bun. With disheveled hair, he hurriedly covered his face with his robe sleeves and took a peek. There was a person standing at the door.
The visitor wears black shoes, a black robe, and a black square scarf. His beard and hair are all black, but his face is weathered, with wrinkles piled up like knife carvings.
"You..."
At first, the old Taoist thought he was a farmer in the village, and came to observe the Dharma without respecting his laws. However, looking at his clothes and temperament, he was definitely not comparable to the villagers in the village, so he choked after saying the word "you".
The man in black glanced at the old Taoist, then at Feiyan who was packing his baggage, and walked into the hall without saying a word.
"Dong...dong..."
Cheng Yu, who was standing on the beam, felt that every step this person took might collapse the hall.
The man in black came to the clay dragon head and leaned over to pick it up and hold it in his hands, then turned around and looked at the two old Taoists with squinted eyes.
The old Taoist was so stared at that he started to defend himself:
"It's not what we did, and it has nothing to do with us. We are just here praying for rain... It's not a dream..."
Feiyan hurriedly pulled at Lao Tao's sleeve, and Lao Tao was shocked to realize that he had already said the wrong thing.
The faucet was struck off by lightning, and the two of them were here praying for rain. Wasn’t it because of him that the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning were all caused?
This big pot fell from the sky and fell to the ground, and even the old Taoist began to doubt that he had really prayed for rain just now, which caused the thunder to strike the faucet.
Unexpectedly, the man in black ignored the old Taoist, as if he knew he didn't have that ability at all. Instead, he turned to stare at the beheaded statue, and he didn't know whether he was muttering to himself or saying to the old Taoist:
"A person can't live without a head..."
"Ah?"
Both the master and the disciple were a little confused. Is it even necessary to ask?
The man in black slowly turned his head and stared at Lao Dao, and slowly said:
"How can a person survive without a head?"
The old Taoist was so frightened that he took two steps back. The bill pressed against his waist. He smoothly pulled out the broken ebony sword from the bag behind his back and placed it across his chest. He also moved Feiyan behind him.
"What are you going to do?"
"You can live without a head!"
The man in black's tone this time was no longer questioning, but also a bit urgent.
The old Taoist looked at the other party's originally normal eyes, which suddenly turned into vertical pupils, with the whites occupying most of the eyeballs. When his brain became hot, he opened his mouth: "But..."
The man in black loosened up slightly after hearing this, and his eyes returned to normal.
He slowly patrolled the hall and then returned to the old Taoist. He raised the dragon head in his hand and said coldly: "After recovering, get out."
"Ah? Oh, okay."
The old Taoist tremblingly took the dragon head, looked down at the cross section of the dragon head and neck, and when he looked up again, he saw that the man in black had walked out of the hall at some point, and in the blink of an eye, he had disappeared into the night.
Feiyan pulled the dazed Taoist and called him Master.
The old Taoist held the clay dragon head and said "Ah" before he woke up and said to Feiyan: "You and I are not dreaming, are we?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Fei Yan grabbed Lao Dao's wrist and slapped Lao Dao hard on his face.
"Pa!"
"Hiss! Only Xiao Po is seeking death!"
"Does it hurt?"
"..."
"Master, where did that person come from?"
The old Taoist squinted his eyes and muttered: "It smells fishy when it comes, maybe it's a hero on the water, or... alas, it's not a human at all..."
"Ah?"
The old Taoist sighed, lowered his head and thought for a while, only to feel that the cold sweat on his back had evaporated into bursts of cold air. He finally sighed and said: "Hey! I don't want to cause this karma! Forget it, just accumulate merit."
After saying that, he commanded Fei Yan: "Quick, hold this basin, be careful not to spill the water, go find some soil, want yellow soil, mix it into mud and bring it, not too thin or too thick.
You and I will reinstall this end and then leave. We can't spend the night here today. Oh, don't be in a daze anymore and go get it done quickly. Oh, by the way, don't let anyone see you!"
"Oh."
Feiyan responded, holding a pottery bowl of water that was originally used for the practice, and walked out of the hall carefully and quickly.
The old Taoist watched Feiyan's back disappear behind the earthen wall outside the courtyard, then thought of something, and hurriedly ran out of the hall. As soon as he reached the door, he turned back, picked up the baggage containing the broken ebony sword, and then went out muttering: "It has to be paired with some straw."
Cheng Yu was the only one left in the hall who was still on the beam. When the man in black was patrolling around the hall, he had also looked at the beam, and the gleam in his eyes made Cheng Yu unable to move.
Fortunately, he is a small sparrow and was completely hidden behind the beam without being discovered.
After the man left, the little sparrow relaxed and regained control.
Cheng Yu was almost certain that the man in black just now was the humanoid clone of the evil dragon mentioned by Yuan Deng, or it was even possible that he was the real person.
He looked down at the statue's cavity. It was hollow inside, and the edges of the fracture were burnt black. The original aroma was gone, and instead it exuded a burning smell.
"..."
Eh?
Wait!
That evil dragon is indeed a heinous person, but there may still be real dragons in this world. Although this wrongful beating has damaged his moral conduct, looking at the momentum just now, he cannot afford to offend him now.
Besides, as the old saying goes: Qin Hui still has three friends. If these hundreds of years old Jiao has some seven aunts and eight aunts who have turned into dragons...
Yuan Deng said before leaving that if you really encounter that evil dragon, you can use water magic to catch it.
You can use water magic to capture it...
However, Yuan Deng was also proficient in this technique, so didn’t he end up like this in the end?
……
There was silence in the hall, and suddenly a gust of cold wind blew. Cheng Yu subconsciously shrank his neck, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a black gas with a fishy smell rushing in from the door of the hall.
He intuitively judged that this was the black energy that chased Jin Xiaowan before, but the momentum was much worse than before.
After the black gas entered the temple, it went straight into the cavity of the statue. The cavity was scorched black by lightning.
This guy actually wants to come back?
He just ordered the old Taoist to restore his head, does he still want to sit back and enjoy the incense here?
Yes, Yuan Deng mentioned before leaving that the energy of incense and aspiration in this world is of great benefit to spiritual practice.
It seems that this evil dragon is reluctant to part with the merits of the incense here.
That’s the end of the magpie nest and dove tricks.
The little sparrow lay down on the beam, silently reciting the secret of water movement.
Just after reciting the general outline, there was a loud "buzzing" sound in the body, and the whole body was shaken. Wisps of silky white mist continued to flow outward from different parts of the sparrow's wings, chest and abdomen, sharp beak, claws, etc.
Overflow.
The white mist spread extremely quickly, covering the bill in the blink of an eye, inside the hall and even outside the hall.
Cheng Yu sensed the melted wax oil on the bill, the milky white juice in the fruit, and the clear dew on the leaves outside the temple...