Chapter 85 The Evil Master
He sighed, took off the storage bag on his waist, and opened it honestly.
The two fierce men opposite are hard to fool, especially the white-faced one. If he talks about suppressing the latrine, he may actually be able to do it!
It is embarrassing enough for a dignified monk to have his face covered with arrows. If the body is suppressed in the latrine after death, the ancestor's coffin board may not be able to cover it.
The bag looked very small, but it poured out a lot of stuff.
There were several books, a dark long spear, some gold and silver dry food, and some bottles and cans.
There are also more than a dozen pieces of obscene clothes that are pink or red and smell of powder.
Lu Ye and Wang Hu looked at each other, but they didn't expect that this was still a flower monk.
The old monk also blushed, feeling that he had lost all face.
Lu Ye said in a deep voice.
"Okay, disciple, I don't care about your personal affairs as a teacher."
"You will tell me your origins and the exercises you have learned."
"I want to tell you the truth, not a single word." Pull!" Lu Ye pointed with an arrow, "If you dare to be cunning, I will let you have a taste of your uncle!"
The old monk had no choice but to tell the story.
He deliberately spoke in great detail. In fact, he was seizing the time to gather the breath in his body and prepare to use a method to kill Lu Ye and the two.
Lu Ye and Wang Hu also heard about another hidden world unknown to ordinary people in this mortal world.
The old monk said that his home was in a remote mountain in Jin State.
I grew up in a poor family. Because I couldn't open the pot, my family sold me to the temple for the price of a bag of grain.
I had just been ordained and before I could take the Buddhist title, the temple collapsed.
But two monks were hunting for treasure in the mountains together. The treasure was not found. In order to avoid returning empty-handed, they decided to become companions.
The two fought and the temple suffered disaster.
The entire temple was almost completely dead. Only a few young monks including him survived, but it was because they hid under the altar table.
The monk who won and survived simply took over the temple and drove several young monks like slaves. If anything went wrong, he would refine the young monks into bone monks.
Relying on his cleverness and luck, Yibao finally won the favor of the ascetic. He even tested his bones and found that he could practice asceticism, so he accepted him as a registered disciple.
The name of the cave established by the ascetic is White Bone Temple. It is said that it also prospered, but now he is the only one left.
A bag of monks guessed that he might have been raised by his master as a material for magical weapons. After all, the bones of immortal cultivators are more effective in refining magical weapons.
The monk named him a bag. After teaching him how to get started, he went to hunt for treasures. He came back with only one breath left, but was robbed by his new companions. It was a cycle of cause and effect, and he died. No injustice.
The monk groped for this bag alone from then on, and gradually learned something, because his ordinary mind was still alive, so he walked down the mountain.
Because he was soft-hearted and could not bear to see that the beautiful lady had no children, he would often go to the middle of the night to give birth to a child without leaving any name.
The governor of the provincial capital is his son, so the provincial capital was besieged and he came here to help.
It's just that one bag was also infected with the master's fault. Hearing that there was a treasure, he left his son behind and went to hunt for the treasure.
As a result, the dead baby was obtained, but the living baby son died!
What’s even more tragic is that the father and son still didn’t recognize each other until they died!
That’s why he stormed into the camp in anger tonight, intending to kill Chuang Potian to avenge his son, and the series of events that followed.
He also talked about a lot of trivial things about traveling in the world, obviously delaying time.
Lu Ye sneered impatiently.
"A disciple, there is no need to talk about your affairs anymore."
"Just tell me about the exercises you have practiced and anecdotes about cultivating Taoism in this world."
< br>A bag of monks scolded Lu Zhizi for a while, but he had no choice but to change the topic.
People who practice Taoism in this world call themselves immortal cultivators.
Generally divided into groups such as casual cultivators, families, and sects.
Different from warriors, warriors cultivate true qi and strengthen their qi and blood, but they still have ordinary human bodies.
As for those who cultivate immortals, they absorb the spiritual energy scattered from heaven and earth. They cultivate magic power and spiritual consciousness.
Both of them essentially use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but the efficiency of using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is obviously stronger than that of martial arts. Therefore, cultivating immortals gives you the magical power of immortality, while martial arts is only in the realm of mortals.
The realm of Taoism is divided into different schools, commonly known as Qi Lian, Ji Zhu, Jin Dan, Yuanying, etc.
Each major realm is divided into one to ten levels of smaller realms. The tenth level is called perfection and can impact the next realm.
Qi training is just an introduction, and the lifespan is only one hundred and fifty years; foundation building is the real monk, transcending ordinary people, and the lifespan can be two hundred and fifty years.
And Jin Dan Daxiu has a life span of 500 years, so he can sit back and watch the rise and fall of dynasties.
As for the great power of Nascent Soul, it has a lifespan of a thousand years and its power is unimaginable...
The higher realms are beyond his reach.
After all, his inheritance is shallow and his foundation is insufficient. Because the spiritual energy of heaven and earth follows the spiritual veins, the spiritual energy of Jin State is poor, the spiritual veins are scattered and shapeless, and there is only a meager amount of spiritual energy.
Real dragons cannot be raised in shallow water. Almost all the people hanging around here are casual cultivators, none of whom have a very advanced inheritance, and there are no sects of cultivators. There are some cultivating families and towns.
Therefore, there are many strange legends about gods and deities in the world, but few real people’s deeds.
His master is just a casual cultivator, so naturally he cannot escape from this shackles. The so-called inheritance of his master is just a superficial "White Bone Impure Method".
It is said that it was originally a fragment of the Zen sect's orthodoxy on the white bones concept. After it was completed by others, it became extremely evil in his hands. He focused on manipulating bones and corpses, and lost his dignity.
This technique can only be practiced until the Qi training is complete. If you are lucky enough to break through the foundation building, you will have to practice the advanced method again.
A monk has traveled around the Jin Kingdom for many years, and has met very few of his colleagues. Most of them are like him, with low cultivation, and they take advantage of the troubled times to travel around the world to collect some magical artifacts and materials.
There are rumors that the Jin royal family is the descendant of the Xiuxian family, but I don’t know whether it is true or not.
"Then why don't you practice in a place with sufficient spiritual energy?"
Wang Hu asked curiously.
When the monk Yi Bao saw his uncle asking questions, he was frightened when he thought that the other party was very angry.
“My uncle doesn’t know something. To go to that place where spiritual energy is abundant, we have to cross several countries and the journey is long.”
“My nephew, who has a shallow cultivation level, only has the third level of Qi training. "It's quite safe to stay in the Jin Kingdom, but I'm reluctant to take risks."
"Even where the immortal cultivating families in our country are stationed, my nephew usually stays away."
"In fact. Those cultivating seeds in the family strive to break through and build foundations. They have no time to walk in the mortal world. Their spiritual energy is thin and their lifespan is wasted.”
He cursed in his heart, these two brats don't know the heights of the world, do they really think that a place with abundant spiritual energy is easy to break into?
There are many auras and many monks. He is just a bastard. Isn’t that too long-lived?
Wang Hu touched his head and smiled.
"Then just practice hard, why bother wasting time in the mortal world?"
"If I were you, I would practice in the cave every day, and then go down the mountain when I have completed the foundation building. ”
Yibao showed a wry smile.
"Uncle Master, I don't know something. Those who want to cultivate immortals need a wealthy couple and a land of law..."
Wang Hu rushed over.
"I know, isn't it just the same as our common people's daily necessities?"
I was so angry that I almost vomited blood again, but Lu Ye scolded Wang Hu to shut up and asked him to continue.
"Fire, rice, oil and salt..."
A bag of food almost let him go in, and he said after a few bah-bah sounds.
"The law of the wealthy couple means that the cultivator must have enough spiritual stones in his hands so that he can exchange them for various heavenly materials and earthly treasures to improve his cultivation level."
"The couple doesn't just point to the Tao. Companions, including mentors and family elders, can give you guidance and protect the law.”
“Dharma requires profound methods, which can make people do twice the result with half the effort, and one year can be worth three to five years or even ten years for others. Years of hard training.”
"The earth is full of spiritual energy, so that it can be fully supplied for practice." "But my nephew doesn't have one!" Yibao had a sad look on his face, and he probably got to the point of his pain, "My nephew's original master is dead, so he has to figure it out on his own. ”
“There are no spiritual stones accumulated in the waist, and the impure bones are just ordinary goods. The cave where they are located is just better than the mortal spiritual energy, and the effect is almost nonexistent.”
"I have difficulty practicing, so I can only search for some materials in the mortal world to improve the strength of the magic weapon."
He shed a few tears.
"What's even more difficult is that my nephew, I, am very poor at cultivating immortals."
"Of course, my dead ghost master's cultivation level is only at the fifth level of Qi training, so in his eyes, I am considered extraordinary. , it’s enough to inherit his mantle.”
“But in reality, it is nothing compared to those geniuses with outstanding talents. Their cultivation is slow and they have been unable to make breakthroughs. They have no choice but to resort to external tools. Self-protection..."
"For low-level qi-training monks like us, when we fight with others, our own magic power is shallow, and we need a powerful magic weapon in our hands to protect our way..."
One Monk Bao explained carefully that everyone can practice martial arts, but individuals have different abilities and abilities, and their achievements are also different. Only a few can become masters of martial arts.
Cultivating Taoism pays more attention to the understanding of the roots and bones. If you want to cultivate Taoism, you need to have spiritual roots suitable for sensing the aura of heaven and earth.
There is great power that divides the spiritual roots into six categories: middle, lower, inferior, heaven and earth.
Each grade can be further divided into grades A, B, C and three.
Bad bones have a very poor affinity with the aura of heaven and earth, making it extremely difficult to sense and enter the Tao.
If you practice practice, you will not only do twice the result with half the result, but you may even do a hundred times the result with only one point.
For such people to practice Taoism, they are simply causing trouble for the Patriarch and making themselves unhappy.
The lower grade is better, you can enter the Tao, and if you are lucky, you can even build the foundation; the middle grade usually stops at building the foundation, and those with great opportunities can form the golden elixir, while those of the upper grade practice very quickly, and the golden elixir is guaranteed. After cultivating to the Nascent Soul, you have to see how well the tombs of the ancestors are buried and whether there is smoke rising.
The earthly grade is the Nascent Soul seed, and the heavenly grade spiritual root is loved by heaven and earth, corresponding to the advanced realm...
In addition, there are various exotic root bones, such as sword bones, Taoist bones, etc. Bones, etc., are consistent with the great road of heaven and earth. If you practice the right method, you will advance thousands of miles every day. You cannot judge it with ordinary sixth-grade bones.
In this world, people with the most bad bones and low-grade spiritual roots are actually not uncommon.
The middle-grade and top-grade ones are already rare. As for the earth-grade, heaven-grade and alien spiritual roots, they are already extremely precious.
“In this world, there are the most inferior bones, followed by low-grade spiritual roots. These two are not uncommon among the crowd.”
“But what is more lacking in the world is spiritual veins and spiritual energy. For example, the Kingdom of Jin is known as a desert of spiritual energy, just like a desert with less water and more people. "So the rules here since ancient times are not to be passed lightly, because if there are more people who practice Taoism, they will absorb less spiritual energy." A few hundred years of hard work may lead to a break in the road.”
“The cultivators of immortality have always been just legends in the mortal world, and this is why they seldom walk in the mortal world.”
Wang Hu said suddenly.
"I understand this. Just like the famine in recent years, there are not enough steamed buns to eat, but people have so many mouths."
"Some people eat too much, and some people will starve to death..."
The monk with a bag complained in his heart, could he stop mentioning the steamed buns, but he could only compliment him.
"Uncle Master's words are either rough or not, that's the truth..."
A bag of monk's own spiritual roots is nothing more than lower grade B spiritual roots, only better than lower grade C.
Or in layman's terms, for immortal cultivators, he is the second-to-last person, and he can only be proud of the bottom-to-last person.
There is no master, no resources, and no place with sufficient spiritual energy to practice. Now, decades have passed, and I have only reached the third level of Qi training.
Lu Ye suddenly interrupted him.
“Put aside the matter of basic bones for now. Even if your uncle and I are bad bones, we can’t say for sure, but who made us both have the heart to follow the Tao.”
"Disciple, please explain to us the method of impurity of white bones."
The monk could only honestly open a book in front of him and said with an apologetic smile.
"Master, I will explain to you the concept of impure white bones."
"This is a compulsory introduction to spiritual consciousness, so it is copied on paper, and subsequent exercises are recorded on jade slips "
"When you and your uncle enter the door, and your spiritual consciousness is stable, you can understand and learn the skills in the jade slips, which contain the notes left by the elders of the master."
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Lu Ye nodded and smiled kindly.
“It’s easy to talk, good disciple, so I’ll trouble you to explain to us this method of unclean bones.”
“Master, I’m impatient, and you’ll tell me where there’s any hesitation or stammering in your explanation. , the master will reward you with an arrow.”
The monk had no choice but to spread out the book and began to explain it word by word.
“This method is one of the five Zen methods. When you enter concentration, you must first practice the White Bones Contemplation, visualize the body, go from life to death, and gain great wisdom and concentration from great terror...”
He spoke eloquently about Taoism, and his voice was loud and had a special rhythm.
After the initial lecture, Lu Ye and Wang Hu still didn’t understand something.
He was very patient and spoke again...
Just as he recited the scriptures in his mouth, the magic power in his body flowed, and the sound in his mouth was mixed with a trace of echo.
Wang Hu's eyes gradually became confused, and his soul seemed to see a white-bone giant suppressing him. He was alert to danger, but his whole body was lazily as if he didn't want to move.
Lu Ye next to him suddenly shouted loudly.
“Well said!”
A bag of monks was interrupted by the recitation rhythm, and he looked up in surprise!
How is it possible? I recited scriptures and secretly used the demonic sound of bones to suppress their souls. How could these mortals withstand it and still stay awake!
Unexpectedly, he saw that the cheap master had already bent his bow and let go of the arrow.
"No..." he screamed.
Boom!
A long arrow penetrated his bald head, and then exploded!
This bag of headless corpses of monks fell to the ground.
“Huh…”
Wang Hu blinked and let out a long breath, followed by cold sweat streaming down his face.
“It’s so dangerous, I almost fell into this monk’s way.”
“Brother, just now I knew in my heart that this monk was dangerous, but I don’t know why I saw a white-bone giant in my mind, so what? I don’t even think about it anymore, my body is so lazy that I don’t want to move!”
He went up and kicked the monk’s body violently.
“This bag of monks is so disgusting!”
"It's better now, it's a rag bag!"
Lu Ye coughed, nodded, and was a little scared.
“Next time you meet these monks, it’s better to kill them directly.”
“It’s hard to guard against all kinds of dirty tricks.”
But he didn’t encounter them. Wang Hu’s symptoms.
There are pictures of fish and dragons protecting me in my mind, and the surging river flows forever.
It seems that as the bag of monks chants, numerous bones appear, but compared with the vast river water, these bones are just a drop in the ocean.
The white bones were swallowed up by the river as soon as they appeared, and only a few bubbles appeared in protest.
So he was not intimidated by any bone giant.
On the contrary, I noticed that the blood value of a bag of monks began to rise strangely from 31, and it increased by several points in a few breaths.
So before the monk could finish reciting the sutra, Lu Ye made a killing move.
(End of this chapter)