Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 198 The New Spell of Jinghong Pen

Shi Xiaohan raised his head and looked at Gu Xu who was standing firmly on the stage.

"This guy... unexpectedly realized again..." She said silently in her heart.

For most of the cultivators in the world, such things as "epiphany" are rare, and may only happen once or twice in a lifetime.

But Gu Xu, not only can achieve epiphany once every three days, but also can enter the state of epiphany at any time and any place.

Shi Xiaohan still remembers that when the two of them were doing missions together in Yishui County, Gu Xu would often finish killing a ghost and then stand there in deep thought. After a few minutes, he could draw a brand new talisman seal, or It is an unexpected improvement to a spell.

He didn't expect that today, in this highly anticipated arena, he would be able to realize something.

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Seeing Gu Xu with his eyes closed and motionless on the stage, everyone on both sides of the Luoshui River whispered in private, showing puzzled, surprised, or expectant eyes.

But Gu Xu was completely immersed in his own world, and he didn't care about what happened in the outside world or the eyes of others.

The "Wangxiang Terrace" in myths and legends is the place where ghosts from the underworld look back at their loved ones in the yang world;

The key is to "turn back".

As we all know, spiritual practice is a path beyond the ordinary world, a process of transforming from "human" to "superhuman" and "inhuman".As the realm of monks improves, they need to absorb more and more evil spirits from the heaven and the earth, and face the risk of being eroded and assimilated all the time.

Therefore, the ancients chose to find the feeling they had when they were mortals many years ago, to stabilize their spirits, and to fight against the cold and lonely nature of this world.

If you want to escape, turn around first.

Only by going through the world of mortals can the lead be washed away.

Perhaps consciously or unconsciously, Chen Jisheng devoted himself to his busy work, Chu Fengge was obsessed with showing off his holiness in front of others, and Shangguan Jin was keen to dress himself up to win the favor of others... As for Kongxuan Sanren, it was even more so. He often plays in the world of mortals, even if he becomes a ghost, he still thinks about beautiful women.

Today, after several days of closed-door meditation, Gu Xu came to the bank of the Luo River, where the crowds were surging. Everything he saw, heard, and felt turned into a new understanding and poured into his heart.

When he no longer suppresses his emotions, he will be pleasantly surprised by the lanterns of various shapes by the river, the high-quality and cheap dishes in the restaurant will make him feel happy, and the hair ornaments on the girls' heads and the costumes on their bodies will make him happy. Dazzling him, Shi Xiaohan's battle on the stage will make him feel nervous, defeating a powerful enemy will make him feel comfortable, and the amazed and admiring eyes of the audience will make him feel refreshed...

These emotions, like a bright light and a cane, dispelled the haze in front of his eyes, making his pace more steady as he climbed the "Homesick Ridge".

"I see."

Gu Xu smiled.

For a time, he shut himself in the room thinking hard, searching and searching, but he couldn't find out what happened.

But in the end, when he walked out of the house and looked back at the mortal world, he found that the answer was so simple.

In his conscious world, the fog on the "Homesick Ridge" seems to be gradually fading, and the resistance on the stairs seems to be gradually disappearing.

He knew that if he continued to climb, he should be able to walk without hindrance.

But because he was on the stage where everyone was looking forward to, he did not choose to continue climbing the mountain along the stairs.

Instead, he opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he realized something.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." He looked at the Jingru monk in front of him and smiled politely.

"It's okay." Jingru said calmly.He also took advantage of this time to restore his physical strength and true energy to a certain extent.In addition, he clearly sensed that the temperament that Gu Xu displayed now seemed to be somewhat different from just now.

The competition begins again.

Because he had seen Gu Xu's astonishingly powerful "Seven Burning Styles", this time the monk Jingru didn't hold back.

He began to recite mantras, and cast another high-grade spell that was not widely known by the patriarch of Lingshan Temple-"Fengfeng Huolian".

Since there were very few monks who mastered this spell, the incantation also sounded a bit lengthy and obscure, and most of the audience couldn't understand what he was saying.

Only Qi Yan, who was standing by the railing, recognized the spell he cast.

"Master Jueming's apprentice is even more powerful than I imagined," he sighed secretly in his heart, "He can even learn such a difficult spell as 'Fengfeng Huolian'."

While Monk Jingru was chanting the mantra, the air around him surged rapidly, and a majestic aura gradually gathered around him, like a flood that was about to burst a bank, giving people a daunting feeling.

But Gu Xu's expression was still calm and calm.

He took out the "Jinghong Brush" again and waved it casually in the air, as if treating the whole world as a huge piece of rice paper, and splashed ink on it wantonly.

"What is he doing?" Seeing Gu Xu's actions, Shi Xiaohan felt a little puzzled.

"If there is no accident, he should be using the 'Jinghong Brush' to compose poems," Qi Yan explained, "or in other words, he is using the imagery of poems and paintings to create a brand new spell."

"Create a brand new spell..." Shi Xiaohan bit his lips lightly, and silently repeated this sentence in his mind.

She suddenly realized that Gu Xu had not only left her behind in terms of strength, but the gap between the two was getting bigger and bigger.

Following Gu Xu's movements, the nib of the "Jinghong Brush" emitted a bright light, and then it was frozen in the night sky, looking gorgeous and dazzing.

These rays of light quickly condensed into the following writing:
"The east wind blows flowers and thousands of trees at night. It blows more and falls, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

"Moth Xueliu's golden thread, full of laughter and dark fragrance. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place." (1)

When Gu Xu wrote the last word, the "Jinghong Pen" suddenly shone brightly.

These shining characters turned into colorful fireworks, crackling and blooming in the dark sky, reflecting the entire Luohe River like daytime.

At the same time, Monk Jingru also finished reciting the lengthy incantation.

The water of the Luo River began to boil and bubble.

Fiery air began to surge around.

A lotus flower of golden-orange pulsating flames rises from the water, exuding heart-pounding energy.

If it weren't for the strong men from the imperial guards who built a magic barrier around the ring in advance, the crowd of onlookers would have been swallowed by the terrible heat.

"So this monk can play with fire!" Gu Xu commented lightly in his heart.

Then he calmly pointed forward with the "Jinghong Pen".

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Notes:

(1) Song Xin Qiji's "Sapphire Case Yuan Xi";
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