Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 11 Opening the Ancestral Aperture
The next moment, the horizontal knife in Fang Xin's hand suddenly slashed at that hairy head.

brush!
The light and shadow shone on the nearby stone wall, as if an evil spirit was peeping at the world.

"Pfft!"

A smear of blood seemed to turn into a trace and sprinkled on the stone wall at the entrance of the cave.

Then the sound of something heavy falling to the ground was heard.

Boom!

The originally dry and mild quiet room was filled with bloody smell, which made people want to vomit.

In such an environment.

All I could see was whether it was the fistful of blood that fell on the ground or the blood on the entire tiger.

They are all bubbling at this moment!

A faint light slowly emerged from the tiger whose head had been severed, as if there was a raging fire burning firewood.

For a while.

That gigantic giant tiger, as well as the underground ones, the rivers of blood that flowed like rivers, are slowly drying up at this moment.

The tiger that was still alive just now had all the flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood had all dried up at this moment, and even the bones had faint cracks.

It was as if something horrible had swallowed the blood and collected the essence of the whole body.

Followed by.

Fang Xin walked over step by step.

He picked up the tiger head next to him, and slowly stretched his hand in from the neck.

Kacha~
Kacha~
With a sticky hand, Fang Xin took out a browbone that shone with aura from between the tiger's eyebrows.

Take a closer look.

The small frontal bone was like a bright mirror, and inside it was a furry little tiger that exuded a hazy aura.

Just appeared in the quiet room.

The entire quiet room was illuminated by this faint spiritual light, which looked very miraculous.

Nothing to dislike.

Fang Xin sat directly beside the withered tiger, behind him was completely dried up, black blood.

Light shadows shone on the wall.

It seems to be a monster devouring people's hearts. The long Taoist robe is floating gently, and it is a living demon, evil way!

There is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

It seemed to form an extremely weird and distorted contrast with the indifference in his eyes.

He put his hand on the horizontal knife.

"Pfft!"

With a slight swipe, drops of blood dripped from his hands.

The whole process was expressionless.

The indifferent eyes were not particularly moved.

The mind is firm, and the external objects cannot be shaken!
The next moment, he gently placed the hand dripping with blood on that side, on the small frontal bone.

Something magic happened.

The blood dripped on the bone, as if it had been absorbed by the frontal bone.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

After the whole bone was completely soaked in blood, it was completely turned into fly ash.

There was only one blood-red tiger cub floating in front of him, exuding a hazy aura, but the size of a palm.

see this scene.

Fang Xin pinches Zi Wu with his hand, closes his eyes and concentrates.

A light of inspiration floated up in his mind, and then, distantly, it faintly echoed with that dazed little tiger who didn't know what to do.

One person and one tiger, just like the shadow puppets in the shadow puppet show, which are manipulated by people. On the nearby stone wall, they projected scene after scene of light.

This is shown from the perspective of a tiger.

From the time when the Taoist surrendered him, until he rode it across thousands of rivers and mountains, and returned to the frightening Three Mountains Palace...

at last.

The picture reflected between the minds of both parties seems to have come to an end:
That was the smile of a cold executioner holding a horizontal knife!
"Pfft!"

A bright knife light appeared in the minds of both sides.

The tiger as the subject is dead.

Between the same heart and one mind, there seemed to be a faint trace on Fang Xin's neck.

Just in this ignorance.

The head fell and rolled.

Gu Lulu and the tiger head projected on the stone wall rolled down together, resembling in spirit and shape, which is unforgettable.

Looking away in surprise!
All I saw was a headless Taoist pinching Ziwu with his hands, sitting cross-legged in front of the headless giant tiger.

The tiger's head was fluffy and bloody and fell to the ground.

The head is clean and tidy.

But it just so happened that the heads of the two were in a straight line, as if they were looking at each other.

only.

The tiger's eyes were bloodshot, as if it had long since lost its spirit.

But the Taoist closed his eyes.

Looks peaceful and safe~
At this moment, at the moment when the head fell to the ground.

That little tiger seemed to be touched.

That ray of light, that ray of spirituality where all the essence and blood gather together, is burning slowly.

The flames are not in a hurry.

Slowly burning, it seemed that the flames of hurdles between the meeting of the dragon and the tiger were slowly burning the mind.

Break through the chasm between people!
A stick of incense time passed, and the little tiger with bloody aura burned up in the little fire.

"呵啦~"

And as a reflection of both sides.

Under one heart.

Fang Xin's originally indifferent but harmonious headless body seemed to have turned reddish at this moment.

When it landed on the ground, the human head was also ruddy, and it looked like it had a heart fire, burning from the inside out.

Visible to the naked eye.

Whether it is the head or the body, they are slowly becoming thinner at this moment, as if they have been burned with essence and blood.

Just a blink of an eye.

That heroic young man was already as skinny as a stick, and there seemed to be no rosy skin on his skin.

The skull is dry and the hair is colorless.

If it was found in that large human tomb, it would probably be regarded as a skinny corpse that had been dead for a hundred years.

Just one of those moments.

He had already swallowed the two emerald green extremely high-quality soul-returning herb pills, which seemed to have played a role.

Slightly stimulated his mind.

Although it was only a trace, it made the eyelids of the closed head on the ground move slightly.

Followed by.

The human head that fell on the ground suddenly opened its eyes, and looked at the tiger's eyes, as if it were the king of the mountains and forests.

The eyes of both sides are exactly the same.

The same bloodshot, the same horror!
This movement of the head seemed to have caused a chain reaction, stimulating the body that was originally sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The skinny body swayed slightly.

click, click...

Then, shaking like a skeleton, he stood up, walked towards the head, and waved his hands.

And at this time.

In the dark, there seems to be a harmony from a distant time and space:

"Head up~"

"Head up~"

"..."

The thin body walked to the head, picked up the head, and put it around his neck.

However, the neck of this outfit not only lacks the original comfort, but also feels awkward.

Shake your head.

Feel uncomfortable in the head.

The thin hands were placed on the head again, and the head was raised.

It turned out that the head was installed backwards!

With a slight twist, the head is upright, the body is upright, and everything seems to be back on track.

The originally dazed eyes are slowly returning to their senses at this moment, just like the spring of a dead tree and the sprouting of an old tree.

Return to body.

Although his whole body was as thin as a stick, and his head was dark and colorless, it seemed that his days were numbered.

But at this moment, his eyes are bright, like light bulbs.

Emptiness is white!

The entire quiet room seemed to brighten up in that instant.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Xin was only seen agitating, and his throat, which had slowly dried up, said in a harsh and hoarse voice:
"The ancestral orifice has been opened, and the Dao has returned."

"The suffering of the poor is worth it!"

When he finished speaking, he could only see a golden light shining in the center of his forehead, between the brows and the ancestral aperture.

A little golden light bursts from it.

It was as if the heavenly gate had been opened, and fluffy golden lava flowed up and down his body from that gap.

Now the ancestral orifice has been opened, and the roots are ready.

The next thing to do is nothing more than the simplest step, to capture the inspiration of the world and devour the essence of the sun and the moon.

But there is no rush.

Because it is a slow and long process to open the ancestral orifice, nourish the body and mind, harvest the heaven and the earth, swallow the essence and eat the moon.

Can't be done here.

He walked to the door of the cave step by step with his rotting body shaking, and then knocked on a small wooden board:

"Bang Bang Bang!"

A crisp sound came out.

In the next moment, only the wooden plank was seen to be opened.

pat!

The head of a small seven or eight-year-old boy suddenly protruded from it, with red lips and white teeth, and rouge on his cheeks.

The oily light emanated from his skin, as if it was made of oily wax.

The next moment, the boy looked at Fang Xin, and waited until he saw the melting golden light faintly opening and closing between Fang Xin's brows.

It was shocked for a moment, and then, with a little flattery, it said:
"What are your orders, sir?"

Fang Xin pinched a black pill from his chest with his thin fingers, and opened his dry throat again:
"Let a quiet room retreat for a year."

"...is it enough?"

Hearing Fang Xin's question, the little boy nodded quickly. After all, the pills are precious. Just by smelling them, he knew that the pills cost at least thirty talismans.

An ordinary quiet room costs ten days for a talisman.

This pill is more than enough to rent for a year.

The next moment, the head returned to the wooden box.

When he reappeared, he handed over a piece of faint blue talisman with his little hand made of paper with a charming face.

After that, he took the pill carefully, even when closing the small wooden box, he was careful:
"My lord, I will take my leave~"

Just as the boy's head was returned to the small wooden box, Fang Xin pointed his finger, and the faint blue talisman burned.

Followed by.

"brush!"

A blue portal suddenly appeared at his feet, and then swallowed him whole.

Wait until you look around again.

He has come to a dark quiet room with a size of only a dozen square meters and only a smooth stone bed.

This is in the belly of the mountain.

Very quiet, suitable for close-up.

At this moment, Fang Xin, who had experienced the stimulation and forcibly opened his ancestral orifice, could no longer support his spirit.

Forced himself to take out the remaining four Soul Resurrection Baicao Pills from his chest, swallowed them and fell asleep leisurely.

And when he closed his eyes.

Originally, there was only a crack, but the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows, which was like golden lava, suddenly opened and closed even wider.

Like an active volcano, the golden light quickly spewed out and flowed to his whole body.

This is the essence of the ancestral orifice, the root of the gods.

It is also the key to embark on the road of longevity.

And as a steady stream of golden lava flowed to his whole body, it made him look like a golden god.

The gleam of moonlight outside that day seemed to be attracted by something.

Although he is in the mountainside.

But in this dark and quiet room, it was like a full moon, shining on him all the time.

The silver-white light illuminated the entire mirror room very brightly.

Follow him swallow and spit.

The silver brilliance that slowly condensed in the entire quiet room also slowly gathered, turning into two little snakes, swallowing between his nostrils.

Every time he swallows, his body will have the divine light of the lunar moonlight, filling his whole body.

The moonlight like water is very moist.

The body that was originally as dry as a mummy gradually became rounder as he breathed in and out:

"Sigh~"

"Whoo~"

"..."

The golden lava between the eyebrows is also continuously swallowing golden light.

Indistinctly, there seems to be an emerald green gourd vine, which sprouts and grows from a green seed.

One day, two days, three days...

One month, two months, three months...

(End of this chapter)