Chapter 90 Fooling
Lu Ye opened his eyes, his head still aching.
I cursed in my heart, this Lao Shizi's Jinghun fragrance is too overbearing, making people sleep even without a break.
But fortunately, this old Taoist and that bag of monks are not the same.
Monk Nahua likes to give children to others. If such a person comes, he will have to fight to the death no matter what.
He had been acting in the wedding room since the Qingyang Master came out, until he was knocked unconscious. Now he opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding arrangements. He was still in his own courtyard, and he felt relieved for the first time.
It seems that this veteran is not so domineering.
"Taoist Master..." He pretended to be surprised, "What do you mean by this?"
"We are all people who work under King Chuang. One of our own!"
Old Taoist Qingyang sneered.
"Who are you and me?"
"You are a man who belongs to mother-in-law and mother-in-law. You are attracted by a beautiful woman, but you still hesitate to be your son!"
Lu Ye pretended to be pitiful. .
"Taoist priest, will you let me go back to the bridal chamber now?"
"I don't remember offending you..."
Taoist Priest Qingyang: "..."
"I have come to you for a serious business!" Taoist Priest Qingyang said with a serious face, "Let me ask you, that night you chased the assassin into the mountain. "
"Can you see the traces of the assassin at the end? "
His eyes flashed with blue light as he spoke, and he had used the ecstasy technique.
As long as they are not cultivators of immortality, no one can tell lies in front of him.
Lu Ye's eyes blurred for a while.
His mind was so warm that he seemed to have forgotten everything. He only heard a loud voice in his ears. The voice was so kind, like the most trustworthy person in the world.
No matter what the other party asked, he couldn't wait to tell the answer without leaving any privacy.
He subconsciously wanted to tell everything about that night.
From how to track two people into the mountain, to watching the two fight, and then to track a bag of monks, breaking through their defenses with sharp arrows, forcing them to reveal their origins and techniques, etc...
At this moment, the picture of fish and dragon in Lu Ye's mind suddenly shook.
In the surging Yangtze River, the golden carp was spinning in circles, as if it had forgotten how to move forward, and as if there were four invisible walls around it blocking it.
Suddenly, a wave of waves hit, and the invisible shackles around him made a soft clicking sound.
The golden carp resumed its action, swung its tail, swam forward, and merged into the group of carps...
Lu Ye blinked his eyes and woke up from the trance state.
Taoist Priest Qingyang was still asking questions in his ear.
"Road Sentinel, you are recruiting from the truth."
"When you entered the mountain that night, did you see anything unusual? What treasure did you get?"
"Did you see anything unusual? I saw the figure of the assassin..."
Lu Zhiyi felt clear and clear, his eyes still looked like dementia, and he said blankly.
"That night our brothers entered the mountain and have been wandering around in the mountain."
"I didn't see any assassins, and I didn't see anything unusual."
Disappointment appeared on Taoist Priest Qingyang's face. color.
Alas, it had been expected for a long time. Sure enough, it was impossible for these ordinary people to find traces of immortal cultivators like themselves.
It seems that after wasting a few more days, we should not expect a group of ants to hunt the tiger.
He was about to leave when suddenly his eyes flashed and he asked again.
“Lu Sentinel, have you ever eaten anyone?”
Lu Ye didn’t know what he meant.
“Never.”
“Why has your martial arts improved so rapidly?”
"Because I practice evil arts."
"What kind of person is your brother Wang Hu?"
"A fast martial arts idiot, a friend of my old sister-in-law."< br>
“Is Pan Furong beautiful? Does she look good?”
“Beautiful, good-looking.”
"Do you want to have sex with her?"
"I think so."
Old Taoist Qingyang stroked his beard.
“It seems that he really doesn’t know.”
“Forget it, let’s ask a few more questions.”
"What do you think of Chuang Potian?"
Lu Yemu replied blankly.
"Heroic appearance, ambitious, small belly."
"What about Taoist Priest Qingyang next to Chuang Potian?"
"Unparalleled in grace, an expert in the world. , Immortal spirit!”
Qingyang Dao let out a long sigh and said seriously.
"What he said is the truth. It seems that this person really doesn't know what's going on in the mountains."
"Forget it, I'll send you to the bridal chamber."
< br>He waved his sleeves and used Jinghun Incense, which stunned Lu Ye.
I mentioned that Lu Ye used the invisibility technique, came out of the room, and returned to the bridal chamber again.
If it were normal, he would have left.
However, Lu Ye said that he was an expert outside the world, so he wanted to make up for Lu Ye's wedding night.
Taoist Priest Qingyang straightened the two men and began to think about how to correct them.
If I just left like this, the two of us would probably sleep on the chairs until dawn. It would be inappropriate to spend their wedding night like this.
"How decent is it for a girl to fight and kill at home? She should have a lower attitude and be a good husband and raise her children."
He waved his sleeves at Pan Furong.
"Just have a dream...do what you like the most about him, and do it tonight!"
Taoist Master Qingyang set up a psychological suggestion and left quietly. . The courtyard outside was still busy, and no one knew what happened in the wedding room.
The sun sets in the early morning.
In the bridal chamber.
Pan Furong woke up with a twitch, her throat felt so dry, as if it was on fire.
She held her head, feeling as if she was hungover from drinking and had a splitting headache.
Looking down, I only saw that the red robe on my body was still the same, but my clothes were neatly arranged. And I was not on the bed, but still sitting on the chair.
Look at Lu Ye sitting on another chair opposite and sleeping soundly.
Pan Furong was furious.
On the wedding night, I actually slept on the chair all night?
She slapped the chair and stood up, extremely angry, and at the same time a large number of memories came to her mind.
Pan Furong jumped three feet high on the spot and grabbed Lu Ye's collar.
“You... bully me...”
Lu Ye woke up suddenly. He was hit by the Jinghun Incense and fell into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Pan Furong with a wronged face, and her eyes were full of tears.
"Miss...this..."
The two-foot-long monk was confused. He only remembered that he had fooled the old Qingyang Taoist last night, and he was stunned.
Did I do something after that?
He hurriedly looked down and found that he and Pan Furong were neatly dressed.
Hey, the lady is so angry, is it because I didn’t do anything?
I heard Pan Furong crying in a hoarse voice.
"You are bullying me, horse-herdsman. If you and I drink some wine, we are husband and wife."
"I kindly promise to promise you something!"
"But you asked me to tell you the story of One Zhang Qingqing in one night!"
"I didn't finish telling it for most of the night!"
"I didn't do anything else... ...You...you..."
Pan Furong looked around the room, suddenly found the knife, and immediately slashed it.
Lu Ye was startled and hurriedly broke open the door and ran away.
He now realized that Pan Furong's memory had probably been tampered with or affected by the old Taoist.
She did not remember that the old Taoist had ever appeared in the bridal chamber, but she remembered the story-telling incident that never happened.
Yizhang Qing’s story, even his magically modified version, is hundreds of thousands of words long.
If this young lady starts from the beginning, she won’t be able to finish the whole thing even if her throat is filled with smoke.
Waiting for Sister Hong to congratulate her outside the yard, Wang Hu and Zhang Cunyi saw the bride of Fengguan Xiamei chasing the groom and her husband with a knife.
Everyone looked at each other, how did they spend this night? Why was it so exciting so early in the morning?
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Time flies, spring, summer, autumn and winter, winter, spring, summer and autumn.
Cold and summer have come and gone, and two years have passed by in a hurry.
This day.
Inside Luye House.
He and Zhang Cunyi watched nervously.
Wang Hu, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, a white air flashed across his face, and he said happily.
"Brother, I have laid the foundation for this impure method of white bones!"
Lu Ye and Zhang Cunyi were overjoyed and congratulated each other.
"Second brother, congratulations! I haven't started yet."
"Huzi, you can do it, better than eldest brother! It seems that you are the number one genius among our brothers!"
>The two of them boasted loudly.
The cultivators of immortality lay the foundation, just like the young martial arts disciples in martial arts who have cultivated the true energy. It is not a formal state, but just means knocking on the door and laying the foundation.
Wang Hu touched his head in embarrassment with a silly smile on his face.
Zhang Cunyi asked in confusion.
"Second brother, third brother, I want to ask for advice. How did you visualize laying the foundation?"
"I also visualized the white-bone giant in the sea of consciousness, but I couldn't do anything. "The Sea of Qi can sense the spiritual energy of the world, but it can never imitate the concept of the White Bones to form a cycle. There is only one mana seed stored in the Sea of Qi."
< br>"If you open the stone door a crack, you can see that there is gold and silver everywhere inside, but you can't get in. I am so angry!"
It turns out that the way to practice Taoism in this world, such as martial arts, requires cultivating true energy in the Dantian. Only when the true energy becomes stronger can one break through the realm.
The cultivator of immortality must breed and strengthen spiritual consciousness in the sea of consciousness, and at the same time cultivate a mana seed in the sea of qi.
Then use spiritual consciousness to mobilize mana, walk the body according to the method, and strengthen the spirit. Yuan, and finally feed back the mana to achieve the effect of improving the skill.
The practice of the White Bones Impure Method is to visualize the White Bones Impure View in the sea of consciousness and give birth to the White Bones Spiritual Consciousness.
The so-called White Bone Impure Contemplation, in the initial practice, visualize the White Bone Bodhisattva in the sea of consciousness, and then turn its face into one's own.
Then, with great perseverance, contemplate the death of the physical body, the transformation of muscles, the removal of flesh, the steaming of blood, and the decay of internal organs.
This process from life to death is called the impure contemplation of the white bones.
Because there are many filthy and terrifying scenes during the contemplation, going from life to death is considered impure.
Only by gaining great concentration and wisdom from great terror can we cultivate spiritual consciousness.
Then use the white bone spiritual consciousness to mobilize the white bone magic power contained in the sea of qi, and walk according to the skills in the body to strengthen the magic power and improve the skills.
Zhang Cunyi's problem is that he can sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and he has also cultivated the white bone mana seeds in the sea of qi, but he has been unable to transform the white bone dharma body in the sea of consciousness, and he cannot cultivate the impure view.
If you cannot cultivate the concept of impurity, your spiritual consciousness will not be able to grow, and it will not be able to pull the magic power to move. If the magic power does not move, it will be like a pool of stagnant water in the sea of qi.
To put it simply, no matter how much heaven and earth spiritual energy he eats, he is wasting it and not growing any flesh.
Wang Hu replied with a confused look.
“Lao San, this question is very simple.”
"The bones are unclean. Isn't it the process from living to death?"
"My eldest brother and I have no other experience. How many times have we seen a living person turn into a dead person?"
"Encounter People who were serving food were killed and put into pots, and homeless people on the roadside were cut into pieces, and they were kind enough to collect their corpses from those who died of hunger on the roadside. "What's so difficult about going from birth to death?" Wang Hu said calmly. I was almost betrayed. Isn’t it just a matter of death?”
“I joined the rebels in the first year and went to the battlefield countless times. I would have died every time.”< br>
"We have seen this kind of despair a lot, and we have experienced it a lot ourselves, so it was easy for me to successfully visualize it."
(End of this chapter)