Chapter 259 Supernatural powers and magic (first update)
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The night gradually recedes and the morning light emerges.
There was a faint noise in the manor built on the mountain. After a while, the smoke rose and the aroma of porridge and rice spread.
In the side room, a little Taoist priest got up, put on his clothes, and went out. Although it had been a long time since he came down the mountain, he still had the habit of getting up early for many years.
If he were on the mountain, at this time, he should go to fetch water, cook, and wait for morning classes. However, the people down the mountain were much more diligent than him and had already gotten up to work.
By this time, he could smell the aroma of rice.
"After doing morning work, then have dinner."
The little Taoist swallowed his saliva. Last night, he quietly ran to the kitchen and ate some meat. The taste was really delicious.
Thinking about it in his mind, he turned around a few times and came to the backyard, a quiet courtyard.
In the courtyard, there was light and sound, and there seemed to be quite a few people.
but……
Glancing at the two altars set up in the yard, he couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart even though he had seen them many times.
It has been some time since the two altars were erected. However, before yesterday, the altars were only in shape, but at this time, their full appearance has been revealed.
Red candles, sandalwood burners, sandalwood dishes, water purification cups, Dharma slips, wooden fish, divination charts...etc. are all available.
The only thing missing is the ‘Moyun Order’, which is the real altar.
"Is there really a chance to see my uncle fighting on foot? I don't know who will be unlucky..."
The little Taoist priest felt pity in his heart and was a little frightened.
Although the 'Moyun Temple' where he is located has always said that there is a dual cultivation of Taoism and martial arts, most of the disciples have only heard about it.
"Don't look closely at the Dharma altar. It is a death penalty to desecrate the ancestor!"
A voice yelled from inside the house.
The little Taoist priest was startled and hurriedly bowed his head to apologize. At this time, another person's voice came:
"Skylark, come in quickly! Today, your master is teaching the Dharma. If you miss it, you will never have another chance..."
"yes!"
The little Taoist priest Yunque was excited and pushed the door open.
Inside the house, the whole body is covered with wooden boards with various patterns. There are people sitting on several futons. The one in the middle is an old Taoist with a childish face and white hair.
Holding a whisk in hand, his eyebrows drooped.
He is his uncle, a Taoist master of Miaofa.
Beside him were two slightly younger Taoists. One of them, with cinnabar dotted between his brows, was his master, Taoist Miaoyun.
"Sit down and listen."
Miao Yun raised her hand, and the door was closed with invisible energy.
The young Taoist priest Yunque hurriedly sat down. He was a little nervous and a little curious. He didn't know why his uncle suddenly gave a lecture.
"lark."
The young Taoist priest had just sat down when the old Taoist in the middle spoke:
"You have been worshiping as a disciple for nearly eighteen years. Every day you fetch water, cook, do morning prayers, and chant sutras, over and over again. Do you have any complaints?"
"Disciples have no complaints."
Skylark lowered his head.
"All my brothers and sisters in the same sect can practice martial arts, but you can't. It's reasonable to have complaints. However, the sect has its own motives for not allowing you to practice martial arts."
Miaofa Taoist said calmly:
"You also know that our Moyun Sect has two inheritances of 'Tao' and 'Martial Arts'. Your talent in martial arts is only average, but you are a natural seed of Tao cultivation."
"Master uncle, you want to teach me the 'extraordinary technique'?"
Skylark looked up, surprised.
"Taojutsu!"
Master Miaofa's voice fell silent.
"Ahem! Senior brother, it's just a name, why should you care?"
Looking at his only disciple, Taoist Miaoyun spoke:
"The so-called Taoism is not a legendary magic, but a collective name for a type of strange martial arts that is derived from martial arts, but is obviously different from ordinary martial arts.
This type of magic is extremely powerful, but it is difficult to get started and improve, and it requires extremely high talent from the caster..."
"Extraordinary magic."
Skylark suppressed the excitement in his heart and listened quietly.
"How can it be the same?"
Master Miaofa looked unhappy:
"The so-called strange arts are derived from magical powers, but the Taoist skills of our sect are derived from the magical powers of our master!"
Taoist Miaoyun retorted:
"Where does that martial arts come from?"
"you!"
Taoist Miaofa stared and almost walked away, but he still calmed down. He stopped looking at his junior brother and turned to Yunque with a deep voice:
"Your master doesn't know Taoism, but you must not think like this. Otherwise, if you meet other people with Taoism one day, you will be in danger."
His expression was so solemn that Skylark did not dare to refute and could only nod.
"Exotic arts are born out of martial arts, and may not be higher than martial arts. However, Taoist arts are born out of the magical powers of the legendary immortals and gods. Although they cannot be compared with the legendary magical powers of moving mountains and filling seas, chasing stars and catching the moon, they are still higher than martial arts.
Above!"
Master Miaofa spoke slowly.
The two old Taoists beside him were a little unhappy:
"Why is it beyond martial arts?!"
"Everyone can learn martial arts, and there is no doubt that there are only one or two people in each generation who can pass on the Taoist skills. There is no doubt that the superiors and inferiors can be distinguished."
Miaofa Taoist snorted coldly:
"The Patriarch left a message that in ancient times, only those who possessed the Tao and Fruition could establish a sect and teach disciples. Why? I didn't say it in the past, just because I didn't want to offend you.
Today, let’s talk about it!”
Having said this, he took out a gilded token with his backhand and said:
"According to ancient legend, those who have obtained the Taoist Fruit can control magical powers. However, the Taoist Fruit is rare and the magical powers are even fewer. Even if a sect is established, the disciples must rely on the Divine Seed before they can enter the 'Gate of Cultivation'...
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"God's seed?"
At this time, the two veterans were also a little surprised.
They naturally knew that the Taoist arts in the sect could only be performed through the 'Moyun Order', but they did not expect that without the Moyun Order, they would not be able to enter.
"Is this the divine species?"
"Yes, a magical seed!"
When stroking his long beard with his hands, the Miaofa Taoist's face has color:
"Each family and each sect has different inheritances. Some use talismans as the foundation, some use swords as the carrier, and some use books as the inheritance. If we look at the root of it, this thing is called the 'divine seed'."
"God's seed."
Skylark swallowed, his eyes burning.
In these years, except for blood exchange, he has not learned any martial arts. He himself is quite eager for martial arts, but this time, it is naturally different.
"Master has hidden it deeply enough. He has not revealed a single word in all these years..."
Miao Yun and another veteran looked at each other, both feeling helpless.
"The Moyun Order can only be passed down to one or two people in a generation, so what can the teacher do?"
The old Taoist Miaofa shook his head slightly:
"Even if you are a poor Taoist, if it weren't for Yu Wanghai's aggressiveness, he would have to wait until he dies before speaking..."
"Yu Wanghai..."
The two old Taoists were silent.
No one could have imagined that the most incompetent junior who was kicked down the mountain to fend for himself back then would have the entire sect looking up to him a few decades later.
"He sent his son to my door for more than 20 years without paying any attention to him. What was his intention? I don't know if he is an expert?"
The old Taoist Miaofa sneered:
"He thinks he can control me, but I won't let him do it!"
"Having said that, now I have to rely on him in the end..."
Taoist Miaoyun shook his head slightly.
"We can do things for him, whether it is to eradicate dissidents for him, or anything else, but the inheritance of the ancestors cannot fall into his hands!"
When Master Miaofa said this, his heart suddenly moved.
boom!
Outside the house, there was a low muffled sound.
"who?"
The three old Taoists all stared at each other for a moment, and in the next moment, the door of the room was opened, and Miao Yun and another old Taoist rushed out of the room.
Master Miaofa also tightened the Moyun Order in his palm and strode out.
Yunque was still digesting the words of a few veterans, and it took him a while to react. When he went out, he saw a big man in white clothes in tatters, looking embarrassed and extremely tired, broke into the backyard.
He recognized this man. He seemed to have seen him more than a month ago. His name was Mu Huan. He seemed to be a big shot in Liansheng Cult.
At this moment, he felt how powerful this person was.
A few feet away, the heat radiating from his body was almost as strong as the direct rays of the sun at noon. With such powerful energy, he was probably not inferior to his own teacher or uncle.
What is it that makes such a big man so embarrassed, and even filled with unconcealable fear?
"Why is Donor Mu so embarrassed?"
Miao Yun frowned slightly, already seeing that Mu Huan had no injuries on his body, but he was exhausted. It didn't look like he was defeated in a fight, but like he was chased to the point of exhaustion.
"Yu, brother Yu, are you here?"
Mu Huan was lying on his back, gasping for air. He felt that his muscles and bones were extremely sore and he was twitching involuntarily.
After nearly ten days of non-stop running, even if he took the elixir, he had already reached his limit and was just a hair away from the reverse flow of Qi and blood.
If he ran to death, he would be the biggest laughing stock in the world.
"No need to ask, people are already here."
Before he could answer, Miao Fa Lao Dao's face darkened and he looked towards the increasingly bright night.
uninvited guest!
Miao Fa Laodao looked into the night and vaguely sensed an extremely powerful murderous intention. The murderous intention was so strong that he couldn't help but shrink his pupils.
"who is it?"
Taoist Miaoyun frowned and looked at Mu Huan.
"Jin, Jin Yiwei Qianhu, Yang, Yang Prison."
Mu Huai gasped several times before sitting down cross-legged, adjusting his breath to relieve his blood that was boiling to the extreme.
"Jinyiwei Qianhu?!"
Several veterans were startled and looked at each other, wondering what their expressions were.
"A mere member of the Jinyi Guards family, how could he kill you in such a miserable manner?"
Taoist Miaoyun's expression was very subtle.
"That's Yang Prison!"
Mu was made to spit out a mouthful of black blood by his eyes. His chest heaved and he gritted his teeth:
"The Yang Yu who killed Ji Longshan and Xiao Zhan!"
"It's him?"
Hearing this, the expressions of several experienced people were shocked.
During the days when they were going down the mountain, the name they heard the most was Yang Prison.
But, wasn’t Yang’s beheading the head catcher of Liumen?
When did he become the Qianhu of Jinyiwei again?
"Two junior brothers, I and I will serve as Dharma protectors to entertain this Lord Qianhu!"
Miao Fa Lao Dao spoke.
He jumped up and reached the Dharma altar. He raised his hand and Mo Yun Ling landed on the Dharma altar, muttering something in his mouth.
Following his movements, a thin layer of mist also rose up. At first it was only between the two altars, but soon it spread to all sides.
call!
The footsteps of the living dead stagnated, and Yang Yu raised his head, slightly surprised: