Miro Blue Scroll

Chapter 77

Silent for a long time, the old Taoist looked at Mi Luo, and said again: "Although I don't know how you plan to connect the two leylines, but now this illusory world, most of the original sources are stored in me, the novice, the white cow, the golden turtle, the four snakes and the black and white. on the scorpion."

"Will your docking method affect my strength?"

"Of course not."

Mi Luo looked at the old Taoist, briefly introduced his own background, and said: "To be clear, after I analyze the principles of Taoism contained in you, you will not be affected in any way, but..."

Before Mi Luo finished speaking, wisps of purple aura of merit emerged from the old Taoist's body, turning into illusory white bats, flying up and down, gathering the purple aura, and turning into longevity peaches, wishful thinking, hydrangeas, treasure vases, etc. Waiting for Xuying, there is also an extra mahogany stick in his hand, with a medicine gourd hanging on it.

It was only then that Mi Luo discovered that the Taoist robes worn by the old Taoist came from thousands of families, and it was the manifestation of his past achievements, made by the prayers of thousands of people.

At this time, although limited by the illusory realm, most of the mysteries of blessing and wish power have disappeared, but it is not comparable to ordinary treasures.

"senior."

Mi Luo looked at the Taoist in front of him who was arranging his hair, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just bowed slightly, and a phantom mirror appeared in his hand, reflecting the other person's breath.

"Is this the power of other worlds? It is somewhat similar to our world. If I have a chance, I really want to see it!"

The Taoist sighed with emotion, and then told Mi Luo: "The novice in the Gourd Temple, I will find a way to help you suppress it for a while. During this time, you can do some other things first, and deal with the four snakes. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you unite with the white bull or the golden tortoise. I'll leave the rest to you."

"senior?"

Mi Luo still wanted to say something, but the old Taoist was already walking towards the Calabash Temple with a walking stick.

One step away, there is a distance of tens of meters, and only the tune of "Autumn Gui Dian Qiu" is left around.

Under the green peak,
Green branches flourish.

The bamboo forest is drunk and colorful.

Fascinated by dreams and illusory,
Fulu saves money and cuts longevity.

When the last sentence fell, the old Taoist was already standing outside the Calabash Temple, and shouted into the temple: "Little novice, long time no see!"

"Old Taoist priest, you are not practicing in your own dojo, what are you doing here?"

A bald boy with white eyebrows hanging almost to the ground walked out, followed by a warrior, a monk, two yaksha ghosts,

"I thought about it and thought about it, but I still feel that this gourd temple is the ancestral land where I have practiced for hundreds of years, so I can't give it to you. So, can you please give me a place?"

Seeing the old man begging for his dojo with a hippie smile, the novice sneered and said: "Accordingly, this place is your place of practice, and it is normal for you to want to go back. But you don't want it sooner or later, but at this time, that foreign boy What ecstasy soup was poured into you to ask you to help him like this?"

"How can you say that I helped him? Didn't he help me?"

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, the novice raised his head and laughed loudly. The bursts of laughter, from the rampant at the beginning, gradually became peaceful, and finally shook the void like a chanting.

"Hey! I really don't want to fight!"

The old Taoist sighed, and with a wave of his cane, he knocked out a hidden little guy, looked at the monk and said, "You can't beat me."

"Can't I beat you? If it was ten years ago, I really wouldn't be able to break your clothes of hundreds of thousands of blessings, but now it's different. If you want to help people from the outside world, you will be evil to the world. , how much ability do you have? Well, I just accepted you today to perfect my sixth demon god."

The little novice opened his hands, and huge power emerged from his fingertips, turning into Sanskrit characters and flying around, forming huge halos one by one, forming a complete barrier layer by layer, strands of black The mist spread out from the cracks in the Sanskrit, trying to swallow the old Taoist.

The old man just unfolded his sleeves, and in the purple aura of fortune, phantoms such as longevity peaches, ruyis, hydrangeas, and treasure vases emerged, and the emotions contained in them, such as gratitude, joy, and anticipation, scattered naturally, and fell into the black mist. Among them, it is like a river lantern, illuminating one side, and like a big broom, it can easily sweep away the black air around.

But the black air is billowing, the merit is limited, and many phantoms in the purple air are still gradually dissipating under the impact of the black air.

Seeing this, the old Taoist thought for a moment, and took the initiative to throw himself into the barrier, and was put into a purple and red-striped gourd by the little novice.

"Although I don't know what the outsider gave you, but you can... what are you doing..."

The little novice was both startled and angry when he saw the flames rising from the gourd in his hand.

This purple gourd was the sixth demon god conceived by him, and the only one who successfully absorbed the power of the blood fetus.

"Why? Naturally, it is to cut off the vitality of the blood fetus!"

The old Taoist's voice came from inside the gourd.

The little novice was furious: "Do you know, this is my chance to escape from heaven and earth!"

"I'm waiting for the chance to transcend heaven and earth? It's your chance to transcend! When you came to me back then, my mind was constantly warning me, telling me that your choice was very dangerous. But I couldn't find any other way, just I thought that if I could be saved, it would be good to be alone.”

The old man's voice weakened little by little.

"But after seeing that boy from outside, I felt a different atmosphere. At first, I got close to him because I waited for the influence of heaven and earth, but later, I chose to help him because his attitude made me feel that he was a little bit different. I arrived at my past self. There is also the method I practiced, and my spiritual sense tells me that he may be the way out. Although this road is equally difficult, it seems to be able to save more people than yours..."

"Just because he can save more people? Even if I wait until there is no trace left in the world, I will become their subjects?"

When the little novice uttered these words, his face was ferocious, his body was full of evil spirits, the Buddha's light was dim, and he kept compressing the purple energy of merit in the gourd.

"Except for you and me, are there any normal creatures around now? Memories are distorted, thinking is affected, neither life nor death, if we can keep them alive, am I waiting for old people. What does it matter..."

When the old Taoist said this, his voice had already become very low, and suddenly raised his voice: "I found it!"

As the words fell, a wisp of purple air flew out of the gourd, fell into the gourd vine, followed the vine, and went straight to the back of the gourd temple.

The little novice's expression changed instantly, and he roared angrily, "Not good!"

As he said that, he rushed to the rear, but before he got close to the place where the blood fetus was stored, he saw a white light soaring into the sky, exuding a rich vitality, purple air rolled on it, and a medicine gourd was held on it, Spit out one after another spiritual light, weakening layer by layer, constantly killing vitality.

On the other side, the white bull who was communicating with Mi Luo suddenly got up, walked out of the place where he lived, and looked at the white light rising from the calabash temple and the purple air falling continuously.

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　The song "Autumn Osmanthus" recited by the confused Taoist is also the product of many changes. It was originally intended to be the theme of this illusory world, but in the end it was found that it was also good for the confused Taoist, so it was used directly.Here are the other two original drafts, so you can take a look at them together.

　　Under the green peaks, there are many green branches.The nature is unexpectedly beautiful.The seven stars falling into the dream are illusory, misfortunes and blessings come to attract saints.

　　The green peaks and branches are full of fetuses, and the gourds are colorful.In the dream, the dream is lost and the heart is illusory, and the blessings and misfortunes return to the old world.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)