The old face looked pious and respectful, looking at Ye Xuan, and said warmly: "The Mahakala Tantric Sect has collapsed for thousands of years, and there are many secrets involved in it.
Since Your Majesty has inherited this mantle, please continue to investigate.
There is a treasure trove under the sect's ruins. If you have the opportunity, Your Majesty, you must obtain it and prevent it from being accessed by other outsiders."
The mantle of the so-called Mahakala Xuantan Sect is nothing but the complete Mahakala Suppressing Evil Subduing Tiger Fist. Apart from that, there are no other methods of practice.
It seems that the old man himself did not obtain any other profound secret techniques from his sect, and when he passed them on to Ye Xuan, he only had this set of boxing techniques that was said to be the best in submission.
This boxing technique is extremely difficult to master, but once you master it, its power is unparalleled.
Ye Xuan had a foundation in Tiger Kasaya Boxing. Once he saw the true form of Mahakala, he immediately understood it.
These qualifications can indeed be said to be related to Buddha.
However, if there are other Taoist methods in front of you, it may not be impossible to understand them together. This can also be said to be predestined with Tao.
Whether it is predestined or not depends entirely on one's own understanding and qualifications.
After spending eight or nine days with Yuan Qingling, Ye Xuan learned many secrets about Buddhism in this world.
To sum up these secrets in one sentence, under every Buddhist sect, there is a very evil head buried.
After the immortals took over the power of all directions, Shinto and Buddhism declined at the same time.
Unlike Shinto, which is completely banned, in today's era, many methods of Buddhism and Taoism can still be practiced, but at a certain critical state, all kinds of external demons will be summoned to haunt them, and the cause and effect are involved, making it difficult to cut off.
Compared with this, the Taoist methods are very balanced and balanced.
The flow of cause and effect is still far away from Ye Xuan, but he has already seen the devil once and does not want to be contaminated a second time.
However, since he was involved with the Mahakala Tantric Sect, he could not forget about his promise after using this old monk. Therefore, Ye Xuan's initial idea was to find a way to become a "Buddhist and Taoist practitioner" in the hope of finding something from it.
A balance point.
He clasped his hands to the old man and bowed slightly: "I will do my best."
An imperceptible dimness flashed across the old man's face, his eyes darkened, and he sighed quietly: "I'll leave everything to the Lord.
Disciples are leaving."
As soon as the words fell to the ground, his face disintegrated into wisps of blood in mid-air, and in an instant the blood faded and turned into nothingness, returning to the space between heaven and earth.
The guiding jade cicada had been whirling in mid-air just now, but then it suddenly stopped and headed in one direction, chirping.
Ye Xuan glanced in that direction and put the jade cicada into the magic bag.
What he didn't notice was that in the jade cicada's emerald green, a few strands of black appeared, merging with the green and slowly disappearing.
It was still early, and it was more than an hour before noon.
The golden sun shines brightly all over the earth, and even if you are in the wild forest, you can't feel a trace of coolness.
It was not time for dinner, and it was not easy to linger. Ye Xuan walked to the coffin, walked around in a circle, and carefully observed the exquisite carvings on it. The sadness in his heart was relieved by this seventh-grade low-ranking coffin.
The extremely hard magic weapon is diluted a lot.
In the past few days, whenever he had time, he would exhale the true energy of subduing demons and refining the coffin.
After he developed the Mahakala Suppressing Evil and Subduing Tiger Fist, all the Qi under his tongue turned into the demon-subduing Qi that was as bright as gold water, and his power and effectiveness were even higher.
With the help of Yuan Qingling, several layers of restrictions on this coffin were broken, and the progress of the sacrifice was finally accelerated.
Now, after one more sacrifice, this coffin can be completely used for his own use, allowing Ye Xuan to make it bigger or smaller.
The radiant demon-conquering true energy fell on the ghost-headed coffin, immediately turning the green color of its entire body into red, like a red-hot iron.
After a moment of such sacrifice, until the true energy completely wrapped the coffin, Ye Xuan suddenly felt something in his heart, and with a thought, the coffin shrank to the size of a palm and fell into his hand.
The sacrifice was successful!
Ye Xuan's face was filled with joy, and his mind sank into the ghost coffin to examine the many powers of this magic weapon.
With the thought, all the wonderful functions of the Ghost Head Yin Coffin appear in the sea of consciousness.
This coffin was a magic weapon prepared by Lord Yunze for his body. It had three levels of restrictions. At that time, Zhang Da was induced to break through the one level of restrictions and could easily control it.
The body is hidden in the coffin to avoid attacks, and at the same time, the essence of plants and trees is extracted to replenish the body.
But these uses are actually very superficial. If you refine all the restrictions, you will find that this coffin also has a magical function of storage. If you place it somewhere, that place will be equivalent to a natural place where Yin Qi gathers.
With this characteristic, it can even be used as the eye of many formations.
The real space of the coffin was as big as the Partridge Temple. Ye Xuan immediately ordered Biaozi to jump into it, only to see that his body was completely submerged in the coffin. However, there was still nothing in the coffin, as if Biaozi had gone to another world.
generally.
The coffin soared into the sky, and the skull eyes at the four corners glowed green. It immediately swallowed up the vegetation essence in the surrounding area and transformed it into Biaozi's body, slowly nourishing his broken arm.
Biaozi does not yet have the ability to repair damage to himself. If it were not for this coffin, Ye Xuan would not know how to repair the damage to his bones.
"Fat Tiger, you come in too!"
Ye Xuan said to Fat Hu, who stuck out his tongue and jumped into the coffin.
He then took out a large wooden barrel from the magic bag, filled it with stream water by the stream, carried it into the coffin, and temporarily made the two dragons bend down in the water of the barrel.
The wonderful thing about this coffin is that it can hold living things in it. This function alone makes it far stronger than many lower-grade seventh-level magic weapons. What's more, it can fly in the air, swallow the essence of plants and trees, and release Yin Qi.
Extremely strong and other characteristics.
Even a low-level sixth-grade magic weapon is not as good as this ghost-headed coffin!
After looking around to make sure nothing was missing, Ye Xuan put the pocket coffin into his arms, untied the reins of the big black horse under the tree, got on his horse, and drove the horse towards the forest.
His current cultivation level is not enough, even if the Ghost Head Yin Coffin has the ability to fly, he will not be able to enjoy it.
I don't know how long it will take to get to the place designated by Aunt Qian. I have to be careful to avoid inhabited places along the way to avoid getting into trouble.
When I arrived at the place designated by Aunt Qian, I first used the coffin as a temporary residence while slowly building my own courtyard house.
Ye Xuan thought happily and had many expectations for the future.
The big black horse walked through the jungle and took the trail.
Ye Xuan fed it several doses of true energy, and it became an extraordinary horse. It became stronger and taller, its muscles were knotted, and its fur was shiny. Even its docile appearance seemed to have become ferocious against the backdrop of its muscles.
When a horse occasionally passes by a populated place, it will inevitably arouse a burst of envious exclamation.
When it was approaching noon, Ye Xuan took some dried meat out of the magic bag and used it. He also ate a Bigu Pill and gave one to the horse. He let the fat tiger go out and look for food on its own. After about an hour, he
Continue on the road again.
Fortunately, there was plenty of food in the magic bag and money on his body, so Ye Xuan didn't feel guilty at all.
Occasionally, when I pass through some towns where people gather, I will buy some daily necessities, and even buy a lot of saplings, herb seeds, etc., ready to sow them when building my ideal home.
The guiding jade cicada drove Ye Xuan to change directions repeatedly. After doing this for seven or eight days, the surroundings were filled with vast forests and mountains, and no one was seen again.
At this time, Ye Xuan felt a little regretful.
I don’t know where the final location decided by Aunt Qian is, but now it is so far away from human habitation.
When passing through those market towns at that time, I should buy more chickens and poultry, so that I could feed them when the time comes, so as not to be short of meat.
However, now that I have passed by, I can't waste time going back to buy it. I can only bite the bullet and move forward. The more I walk, the more desolate and uninhabited the surrounding area becomes, and even the roads become sparse.
After all, paths can be formed only in places where people often pass by.
If no one walks in an area, there will naturally be no way to form a path.
On this day, Ye Xuan walked through a field waist-deep in wormwood, and finally saw a road leading into the mist at the edge.
In the early morning, the weather here is unpredictable, and some fog is normal.
Ye Xuan didn't care about this. Seeing that there was a path, he suddenly felt hopeful in his heart - where there was a path, it meant that there might be people gathering around.
Along the way, the sights I saw became more and more like those of some primitive, unexplored areas. Even at night, I didn't dare to continue on the road. I hid in the coffin. I saw strange beasts passing by the coffin several times.
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Now that there is finally a way out, how can Ye Xuan be unhappy?
As he walked along the road, he did not forget to keep an eye on his surroundings and found nothing unusual.
He placed the big black horse in the coffin. After all, it was not convenient to drive a horse in some places. No matter how extraordinary this horse was, it could not compare to the gods such as Pegasus and Dragon Horse, which could gallop across the sky and control the wind and sky.
He was full of joy, thinking that he might see people at the end of the path. However, as he kept walking forward, the temperature around him became colder and colder, and he could smell a faint smell of water vapor between his nose, which made him feel very bad.
When we reached the end, we saw a vast lake in front of us.
The mist is vast and the lake is steaming.
The purpose of this road is to allow people to walk to the lake?
Ye Xuan was stunned for a while.
What are you doing here at the lake? Could you commit suicide by jumping into the lake?
Or is there a boat operator here and I can leave by boat?
When he thought of this, Ye Xuan's eyes lit up and he shouted several times at the top of his lungs: "Boatman, boatman——"
The sound spread across the lake, becoming more and more distant and eerie, as cold as if it could penetrate the bones of a person, giving him a strange feeling in his heart.
The lake is vast and boundless, and at a glance, there is no island or anything like it.
Just when Ye Xuan was gradually feeling disappointed, a small boat actually broke through the fog, dragged across the lake, and slowly came towards Ye Xuan in the ripples.
As they got closer, Ye Xuan saw clearly the appearance of the boatman.
The man was as skinny as a stick, as if he had not eaten for a long time. When the boat stopped in front of him, he looked at Ye Xuan up and down on the boat. There was something in his eyes that made Ye Xuan feel horrified.
Just like Ye Xuan looking at a grown rooster.
"To get on the ship, you have to pay the fare first." After a moment, the man lowered his eyelids and said hoarsely.
Ye Xuan is not afraid of this person. His tiger skin cassock has been transformed by heavenly demons and illuminated by the Great Sun Tathagata. It has become an eighth-grade magic weapon. The three-headed demons contained in it all have the appearance of Rakshasa, following Ye Xuan's heart
A single thought can gnaw away the living soul.
Unless a cultivator with strong Qi and blood reaches Ye Xuan's level, there is no way to hurt him, otherwise he will be dragged out of his body and swallowed by them.
What's more, even if the tiger cassock fails and the flying nightmare nails the soul skeleton, and the flying nightmare fails to nail the soul skeleton and huddles in the ghost-headed coffin, there is nothing this guy can do.
This was the moment when Ye Xuan had an unprecedented number of means and his combat power expanded unprecedentedly.
A man of great skill is bold.
Ye Xuan's palms were sweating and he asked in a deep voice: "How much?"
He didn't say "how much", but if he added the word "money", the meaning would be completely different.
If there is no common currency here, but barter is adopted, wouldn't adding the word "money" reveal a little bit about one's identity?
The boatman drooped his eyelids, paused, and stretched out three fingers: "Three Bigu Pills."
"Three Bigu Pills, why don't you go and grab them?" Ye Xuan's eyes widened. He was obviously asking for a high price.
He refused to be taken advantage of.
Ye Xuan could still get the three Bigu Pills.
However, it’s just a matter of crossing a river. If you charge such a high price, isn’t it a money grab?
What's more, the wealth was not revealed, but the boatman obviously wanted to blackmail him. He took out three Bigu Pills and gave them to him without raising an eyelid. Who knew what would be waiting for him next!
The way Ye Xuan opened his eyes and scolded the boatman looked very much like those poor people who were short of money.
The boatman originally looked at his fair complexion and thought he was a wealthy man. Unexpectedly, like the people on the other side, he suddenly lost interest and lazily said: "Just one Bigu Pill, and I'll let you on board."
"Is it possible to make half a pill?" Ye Xuan asked back.
As soon as the boatman shook the oar, he turned around and wanted to leave. Ye Xuan quickly stopped him from behind and muttered: "Just one.
Just taking a boat can be so ridiculously expensive."
After waiting for a long time, he took out a Bigu Pill and handed it to the boatman, and then he was allowed to board the boat.
The oars shook, and the boat sailed away from the shore and toward the center of the lake.
The lake breeze blows on your face, bringing a cool breath.
Ye Xuan looked at the waves of the lake and suddenly thought of a question: Why does this boatman want nothing else but Bigu Dan as his boat fare?
Do you often suffer from hunger?
Looking at the image of the boatman, Ye Xuan felt that his guess might be right.
"Boatman, what's the name of this lake?" Ye Xuan asked.
"Shenzhou Lake." The boatman replied without raising his head.
Ye Xuan heard the sound and stopped talking.
He really wanted to ask the boatman, since it is a boat-sinking lake, how come your boat didn't sink?
Without him asking, the boatman already gave the answer: "No matter how many flying sword boats and boats cross this lake, they will definitely fall to the bottom of the lake. If you don't believe it, you can take a look below."
The lake is so deep that you can't see clearly what's going on at the bottom of the lake.
But Ye Xuan really stretched his neck and looked down. With his eyes focused, the deep lake water seemed to become transparent in an instant, peeling off the layers of veil, revealing its original nature.
Ships still glowing with treasure, flying swords, strange magic weapons, and piles of corpses are all immersed at the bottom of the lake!
Ye Xuan suddenly looked away, his eyes full of horror!
This lake was so weird that he wanted to turn around and go back - how could Aunt Qian and the others set the demon realm behind the lake?
Ye Xuan was shocked and doubtful, and then heard the boatman say: "This lake can only be crossed by my family's boat. My family has been doing this business for countless generations.
In the past six hundred years, you are the first person I have seen crossing the lake."
What?
I am the only one who has crossed this lake in six hundred years?
Only his boat can cross this lake. If he had evil intentions and threw me out of the boat on the way -