Half-demon Raising Immortals

Chapter 284 A Song and a Dance

Bookstore warehouse.

The lights were dim, and there was a musty smell.

Lu Tong took out the lighting instrument and waved his hand to create a breeze to blow away the stale atmosphere in the room.

The round-faced monk moved a few boxes with some difficulty, sat down beside him, pointed to the bottom two big boxes, and panted, "These two are inside."

He went to open the box.

Two large boxes, five feet long, three feet wide, and three feet high, were filled to the brim with books.

"Why so many?"

Lu Tong took out a book casually, glanced at it, and couldn't help shrinking his pupils.

"The Legend of the Kylin: The First Singing of the Young Qilin"

The cover is like fish skin, and a beautiful picture is drawn on it with multicolored ore.

A young boy sat on the head of a huge ink unicorn, bathed in golden light, and roared to the sky.

Pulled out another one.

"Legend of the Unicorn: Ink Qi Stepping into the Sky"

The material of the cover is the same, but the pattern has changed to a sea of ​​clouds.

The sea of ​​clouds is like a dragon, like a tiger, and between the dragon and the tiger, a naked monk stands proudly, with a ball of golden light between his crotch.

Left and right in the golden light, the two unicorn legs are extremely eye-catching.

The scales are like iron, the bone spurs are ferocious, and there are complex patterns flashing nearby,

He looked at the cover and couldn't help but muttered to himself: "You're right, this person is really proud."

Even Daoist Nascent Soul is rarely so arrogant.

But it also made him more excited.

A mere Golden Core cultivator dares to be so arrogant, he must have some capital.

The round-faced monk finally had enough rest, stood up and introduced: "These books were written by an ancestor of the Kong family, more than three hundred years ago."

Lu Tong nodded, and pulled out "The Legend of Qilin" one by one, planning to buy a set.

"You have kept books written more than 300 years ago until today."

The round-faced monk showed a wry smile, and said in a low voice, "I bought it at a huge price, but I couldn't sell it, and I couldn't bear to throw it away, so I just kept it."

It took a long time to find a complete set.

There are 33 volumes in total.

He couldn't help but think of the sketch: In the coffin, there were 33 books next to Kong Liner's body.

I thought it was a classic of exercises.

Looking at it now, it is very likely to be a whole set of "Legend of Qilin".

Lu Tong shook his head and looked at another box.

He took out a book at random, the cover was simple and simple, and there was only one word on it: "Kong".

"What book is this?"

"The family letter of the Kong family covers everything from the first Kong's arrival in Aoshan City to the end of Kong Lin'er's life."

"I want it."

"You...are you sure?"

"Correct."

"Then move the box away, it's all inside."

"Ah, so many?"

He took 33 volumes of "The Legend of Qilin" and a whole box of "Kong", leaving behind a basket of meat and a bag of bread.

Before leaving the bookstore, he asked, "How much do you think the things in these books are true or false?"

The round-faced monk looked embarrassed, hesitated for a long time, and said, "I haven't seen it, it was left by the ancestors."

"Didn't your ancestors say that?"

"Just say, it stinks... the smell is unbearable."

……

In the night, the ancestral mansion was very quiet.

Not long after the funeral, no matter the people in the ancestral mansion or the outside guests, they all consciously stopped having fun.

No one shouted loudly, and few people smiled.

In the guest room of the other courtyard.

Lu Tong was sitting at the table with lamps and hot tea beside him, and was carefully reading "The Legend of Qilin".

After a long time.

He sighed, stretched out his fingers and rubbed the space between his brows.

The book is not bad, it's just a sentence of praise, which makes people's skin itchy and trembling.

From appearance to skill, everything is praised.

Even if you only take one step, you can bring out a series of admiration similar to the posture of a dragon and a phoenix.

"Desire ghost."

"Owner."

"Just one unicorn leg, can you really care about it?"

Take it easy.

If you want to kick hard, you need to move your heart, you don't need to accumulate strength, you just use your full strength to kick.

Severity, movement and stillness, should be the method of Jindan monks.

But in the book, Kong Lin'er could do it when he was in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"Ghost, don't mess with me, Qilin."

I want to avoid ghosts but don't answer.

Lu Tong shook his head, picked up his teacup, and said, "So you have something you don't know."

Drink a cup of tea.

He put down his teacup, turned a page, glanced at it, and asked, "What's your idea?"

"Seduce, Zu Wanxi. Kill, Kong Yewei. Burial, Zu Wanxi, steal the unicorn."

Lu Tong made a move.

At this time, Yugui continued to speak, speaking a long paragraph very smoothly.

"Song of Five Desires"

"The ears are silent, and the confusion is endless; the eyes are colorless, and they are mad and fornicating; the nose is scentless, and the spirit is broken; the mouth is tasteless, and the snares are endless; the heart has no love or hate, and the right and wrong..."

"Dance of Six Sentiments"

"Hear the sound with the ears, see the color with the eyes, smell the fragrance with the nose, taste the taste with the mouth, feel the smoothness of the body, and love with the heart. The six emotions lead..."

Sing and dance, indulge in pleasure;

Falling in love has no end.

After listening for a long time.

He came to his senses, regained his senses and saw the scene in front of him clearly, his pupils shrank.

Just now he was completely immersed in the method, and unknowingly tore off the pages in his hands and crumpled them into a ball.

Slowly smoothing the pages of the book, looking at the bony gap, I couldn't help but feel panic.

ghost...

I always thought that I was in control, and it was not difficult to resist the desire ghost with the xinxing developed through years of experience.

It seems that I still underestimated my desires and overestimated myself.

Lu Tong looked at the lines of words on the wrinkled pages, and after a while, his expression sank again.

When I saw Kong Lin as a child, I felt that he was arrogant, arrogant and arrogant.

Perhaps in the eyes of ghosts, he is the same.

He obviously took the hook and was led away step by step, but he didn't know it, and he looked like he was sure of winning.

"Hey……"

Lu Tong let out a long sigh.

"Seduce, Zu Wanxi. Kill, Kong Yewei. Burial, Zu Wanxi, steal the unicorn."

Yugui repeated it again.

He closed his eyes, folded his hands in front of his lower abdomen, and began to blow, exhale, hee, and boo rhythmically.

Yugui sensed something was wrong, and kept repeating: "Seduce..."

After a stick of incense.

Lu Tong opened his eyes.

Yugui didn't stop at all, still muttering: "Seduce..."

As if he didn't hear it, he took out a pen and paper and began to write:
"The Sutra of Rising to the Day, the sex of lust..."

After finishing one article, continue to write:

"Song of Five Desires..."

""Dance of Six Sentiments"..."

After writing the three methods, although my mind is not completely calm, I have already noticed all kinds of ills lurking under the method.

Feisheng Jing, this method nourishes desire and adds emotion, just like cooking oil with a raging fire.

One song and one dance, indulge one's desires and emotions, and confuse the mind.Once you fall into it, it is difficult to raise other thoughts.

The ghost wants to teach this method.

It seems that it is convenient to seduce Zu Wanxi, but in fact, he is also seduced together.

Of these methods, practicing only one of them is already the way to death.

If you practice all of them, harvesting and letting go are in conflict with each other, raising and letting go kill each other, most of them will die without life.

outside the window.

The sky is dimly lit, and the sun has begun to rise.

The ghost is still chattering.

Lu Tong stretched his arms, put away three stacks of papers, stood up and said, "Stop talking, follow me to see Zu Wanyi."

The voice of Yugui stopped abruptly.

(End of this chapter)