Chapter five hundred and eighty sixth three-color and five-color
Following his finger.
Suddenly, heavy fog filled the air, and at the same time, the rocks all over the mountains and plains stood up and turned into goats, tens of thousands of them!
Huang Chuqi was so surprised that he followed his brother to learn Taoism. In the end, both of them became immortals...
This is the record about Chisong Huang Daxian in "Jinhuafu Ji".
Huang Xuanzi nodded, looked at Ah Huang and smiled: "This little friend is indeed a high disciple of Longhu Mountain. Not only is he profound in magic, he is also knowledgeable. This is indeed the official record of my Chisong Patriarch."
Fu Yang frowned: "There are many loopholes in it, and there are many incomprehensible and even contradictory places."
Huang Xuanzi laughed heartily.
"Uncle Master is really sharp in his thinking, and what he said is absolutely true! So what I want to tell you today is the truth about the path of my ancestor's cultivation."
The truth about Akamatsu Wong Tai Sin?!
The smile on Huang Xuanzi's face faded and became very serious. He said seriously: "That's right! This is the secret of my lineage, Chisong Huang Daxian, and it is also the reason why I call you uncle."
Fu Yang also immediately sat upright and held his hands in Taoist etiquette, indicating that he was attentive to listen and receive instruction.
"Actually, I don't know where the Patriarch learned Taoism from or what kind of experience he had. His magical powers and spells really seem to appear out of thin air."
Well……
Fu Yang had a black line on his head and almost fainted.
"What the hell! Aren't you talking nonsense? It's like you didn't say anything. Hey, old Taoist Master, you are so old, don't tell cold jokes, okay?"
Of course, just think about these words in your own mind. If you say them in person, the old man will probably go crazy.
Huang Xuanzi's expression didn't look like he was joking at all, but was very solemn.
"Uncle Master, you think it's funny? Then I want to ask, where does your red pine immortal power come from?"
"Red Pine Immortal Power? Taoist Master, what are you talking about? What I practice is the orthodox Maoshan Technique..."
"Then what is the five-color spiritual power in your talisman?"
Boom!
Fu Yang felt a shock in his head, and suddenly remembered the portrait of Taoist Chisong on the basement wall of the villa at No. 44, Bridge Street (later Huang Taixian will be formally called Chisongzi, Taoist Chisong, etc.)!
At that time, he had a hallucination after touching it, and saw the red pine tree in the portrait walking out.
In the final painting, Akamatsuko's eyebrows were split open and his third vertical eye shot out a black beam that merged with his ghost power; the entire portrait also turned into a colorful ball of light that merged into the Maoshan spiritual power in his Dantian.
Originally, Fu Yang had to take the initiative to lower his guard and let the other party know about these subtle changes - for example, in the hotel before coming here, he asked Wei Ke to check it out while he was having sex with her.
Wei Ke also figured out what was going on and was a little worried.
Now I didn’t expect that this old Taoist priest would point him out at a glance!
Seeing the surprised expressions of the three people, he shook his head slightly.
"The old Taoist said that this is the inheritance method of my lineage, Chisong Huangdaxian. It is passed down from generation to generation..."
As he spoke, he spread his hands, palms up.
Waves of soft white aura slowly rose up, lingering and misty. It was the aura of common Taoist spiritual power.
And then next...
A sudden change!
From the inside of this spiritual power, red, orange, and yellow light suddenly spread out. It looked very magnificent and magical.
Ah Huang's face suddenly changed when he saw it, feeling unbelievable.
He has never seen such weird spiritual power!
What's even more amazing is that as soon as this three-color Taoist spiritual power appeared, Fu Yang suddenly felt a slight heat in his Dantian, with a bulging feeling. That was the Fu Luxu that Master Fu Lu stored to represent his own cultivation level.
Where the shadow is.
Brush it!
A five-color light burst out from Fu Yang's Dantian, a Taoist spiritual power composed of five colors: red, orange, yellow, green, and blue. It floated in the air, like strands, like smoke and fog. It was like a dreamy scene, mysterious.
, ethereal, wonderful.
At the same time, Fu Yang felt that the power of the ghost stored in his heart and the metal glove in his right hand that transformed from the Qianji Fury Sword also felt like they were about to move.
Moreover, Fu Yang also has an illusion: it seems that the power of the ghost is like the boss of Thousand Planes Furious Sword and Five Colors of Light!
But only he knew this, and even Wei Ke beside him didn't notice it.
Fu Yang was shocked: "What's going on? This five-color light...can actually react with the power of ghosts and the Thousand Planes Furious Sword?"
At this moment, the five-color light shooting out from his Dantian and the three-color spiritual power released from Huang Xuanzi's palm attracted each other and flew together.
Immortal sounds suddenly lingered in the void, and a strange fragrance filled your nostrils, just like the appearance of gods recorded in ordinary people's legends!
Finally it slowly disappeared and became peaceful again.
Seeing this scene, Huang Xuanzi's serious face showed a gentle and joyful smile again, looking at Fu Yang.
"Now, uncle, at least you should be convinced that you at least have the Taoist spiritual power of my Chisong lineage, right?"
Fu Yang was shocked and nodded.
He didn't know that he had somehow become a descendant of Wong Tai Sin?!
Then, Huang Xuanzi opened his mouth and told Fu Yang and others a somewhat incredible story - to be precise, it was the truth about the inheritance of the Taoist lineage of Red Pine and Huang Daxian...
Huang Xuanzi's grandfather, Liang Ren'an, the founder of Wong Tai Sin Temple in Guangdong and Hong Kong, claimed to be the disciple of Chisong Immortal. He was indeed just an ordinary farmer at the beginning.
In 1897, he was already thirty-six years old. He was still just a poor farmer with his face facing the loess and his back to the sky.
In addition, it coincided with the end of the Qing Dynasty, and there were natural and man-made disasters, and the people were in dire straits. Their lives were not as good as those of cattle and horses.
One day, Liang Ren'an went up the mountain to chop firewood and lost track of time. When he wanted to go down the mountain, it was getting late.
He wandered further and further, and finally got lost in the mountains.
It was dark and windy at night, crows were neighing in the mountains, and ferocious beasts were appearing. Liang Ren'an was so frightened that he clenched his woodcutter and groped forward in the mountains.
At that time, he felt that he was about to confess here. Maybe the next day, hunters entering the mountains would find a corpse whose internal organs were eaten by wild wolves...
Just when he was desperate, Liang Ren'an saw a light coming from behind a big rock in front of him.
Immediately I felt happy, thinking that there might be some kind of treasure?
He had been poor since he was a child and had been poor for half his life. At this time, he thought that some treasure had appeared. He didn't even care about being afraid, and hurriedly ran towards the big rock, rolling and crawling.
I discovered that it was not a treasure, but a few words behind this big stone. It exuded a soft white light in the darkness, looking mysterious and ethereal!
Because of poverty, Liang Ren'an never went to school and was not literate.
But the moment he saw the words behind the stone, he immediately knew what it meant! (Third update)