Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 180 Depth and Breadth

After digesting what Po Zhu ghosts and gods said.

Afterwards, Fang Xin took out a gourd of Yang Qi pills from his Qiankun bag.

Staggeringly, he walked towards the ghost land where the Seven Killing Ghosts and Gods are often located.

really.

When he walked over, he saw Qisha Guishen was still holding a long dagger, standing there quietly, as if he was watching something.

When Fang Xin walked over, the Seven Killing Ghosts were taken aback for a moment, and then said to him:
"I never thought that you would actually take such a path."

"Didn't he impress you?"

Hearing the question from the Qisha ghosts and gods, Fang Xin chuckled, and then handed over a gourd of Yang Qi pills.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person smiled and said to the Qisha ghosts and gods in front of him:

"Brother Qisha, tell me the truth."

"Is there any future for us to really take the path of art and method?"

Hearing Fang Xin's question, the Seven Killing Ghosts only thought for a moment, and then said firmly:
"Have!"

Immediately afterwards, I only heard him explain:

"I don't know anything else."

"All I know is that the old man, the ghost king of Fengdu, took such a path back then."

When he said this, he paused slightly, as if he remembered something, and became a little inexplicable:

"If I remember correctly, according to the legend, those sects with Taoist priests in Zhongzhou also encourage the practice of this method."

"You think that since they have the power to become a feather, why don't they encourage practice, and the path that the power can walk out?"

Hearing Qisha's explanation, Fang Xin seemed to understand something in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, he only saw the Qisha ghosts and gods in front of him, and he seemed to like this yang qi pill very much.

He took out a few and ate them like jelly beans, looking like a rough martial artist.

After tasting it, the Seven Killing Ghosts sighed faintly, and continued to speak:
"However, this practice still requires the guidance of predecessors."

"Since you, little guy, are sincere, then I won't hide anything. If you achieve something, maybe I can still be proud of it."

After finishing speaking, just watch him wave his hand:
"brush!"

With a flash of light.

Immediately afterwards, only dense auras were seen, suddenly appearing in front of Fang Xin.

Taking a closer look, each aura seems to be demonstrating some kind of magical power.

Such a huge flash of inspiration.

It looks absolutely tingling!

Seeing so many spiritual lights, the Seven Killing Ghosts seemed to have missed something, and said in a remorseful tone:

"I really regret it at the beginning~"

After finishing speaking, I only heard him explain quietly:

"Back then, Fengdu Ghost King told me that the focus of practice is depth, not breadth."

"Only when the depth is not enough, you need to add breadth, and then you need to dig."

"But at the beginning, I was too self-willed, thinking that I had enough talent and extraordinary ability."

"Practice hundreds of supernatural spells at one time, and cultivate them into spiritual light."

When he said this, he just grasped lightly with his right hand, and then grabbed the hundreds of auras into his hand and scattered them into his body.

Immediately afterwards, he only heard a wry smile, and then said:

"But at this point, every time I take a step forward, it is extremely difficult."

"Every spell has a different path. Although my path is not completely broken, it has become a bit confusing."

"I can't see my way~"

Speaking of this, Qisha ghosts and gods seemed to be drunk, lying leisurely on a boulder with misty eyes.

After a while, there was a sound like snoring.

Impressively.

This ghost looks like it really fell asleep.

Seeing this scene, seeing, just looking around, the scene of hundreds of auras.

Seeing the remorse and loss from the heart of the Seven Killing Ghosts just now, Fang Xin seemed to understand something:
"Cultivation is indeed steady and steady."

"Too much covetousness, too wide a range, if there is not enough depth, I am afraid it is easy to go wrong."

This is equivalent to a fundamental problem.

Every time a spell is completed, its depth and its own path are spread to the limit, and another spell is practiced, which is equivalent to adding bricks and tiles.

It will be stacked up layer by layer.

But if you don't pay attention to the depth of the spells, and just go from wide to deep, then these hundreds of spells will all turn into a huge maze-like underground foundation.

Practicing spells all the time is equivalent to laying the foundation all the time.

But the problem is.

The foundation is indeed deep, and every practice is laying the foundation, but the house is not built at all.

It can only be said that it is too late.

As for the original reminder of the Seven Killing Ghosts and Gods, it is still effective.

He mainly wanted Fang Xin to practice a few more spells, and he wanted to practice spells with a solid foundation.

Not like him.

Only those who have experienced it can understand that if you eat too much at one time, it can really kill you.

But it is good to practice a few more spells if you have just achieved the top-level enlightenment realm.

Just don't overdo it.

Gently rippling her own boat, Fang Xin came directly from this ghost domain to the vicinity of the real Yingshui City.

only.

This time, he did not return directly to the courtyard where he practiced in the outer city as usual.

Instead, the whole person has been walking quietly towards the north, farther and farther away, farther and farther away.

Looks like it's about to get out of here.

Don't say it yet.

This step into the top-rank realm is different from before.

In the past, walking against the wind and stepping in the void required a bit of wasted mana.

But it is different now.

His whole body directly stepped into the void, as simple as eating and drinking.

Although it takes mana to cast spells and run faster, at least it consumes less in normal times.

Stepping directly into the void physically.

With such an ability, no matter how you say it, it can be called a god alive, and it is not an exaggeration to say that a fairy is alive.

While walking, he took out the golden wolf's blood map:
"Next, let's get the life essence and blood of the demon golden wolf first."

"Although the upper limit of the Golden Wolf Demon God is a little low, if you can't even reach the threshold, how can you dislike this bloodline?"

"Some things have to be obtained in order to be qualified to say no."

With a faint sigh of emotion, Fang Xin followed the location on the map and began to search.

Some things I can do without, but I must have.

This is a guarantee.

After all, if he lives for hundreds of years, he will still be as ineffective as the Seven Killing Ghosts and Gods.

In the end, he had to rely on the blood of the golden wolf's demon god to achieve the Dharma.

What I am most afraid of is whether I can't achieve high or low.

At a certain level, you have to learn to choose, otherwise, if you set your horizons too high, you will eventually have problems.

Looked at the map.

Then Fang Xin discovered that the location shown on the map, one of the more obvious landmarks, seemed to be in the north of Yingshui City:

"If I remember correctly, this location seems to be in the demonic land of Patriarch Bliss in the north?"

"Which god drew this map?"

There are many marks on this map, and each mark represents the determination of its own position.

It's like a marker.

Only after finding the corresponding markers, can he find the corresponding direction according to the map, and then walk towards the direction where the blood of the god and demon is buried.

The issue is.

If his memory is correct on this map, then the marker closest to him should be in the place ruled by the old ghost of bliss.

This is a bit outrageous.

After all, Patriarch Bliss is relatively peaceful to ordinary people.

But he has great malice towards all practitioners who have stepped out of practice.

Just like him.

A living practitioner at the level of enlightenment, I am afraid that once he enters this demonic soil, he will be discovered by this old monster.

By that time.

He didn't think he would be able to escape with his life in the face of a real monster.

This is simply irresponsible for life!

But what is more frustrating is that the only sign near the East China Sea is in the area in the north.

Except for the North.

I am afraid that only by entering the depths of Zhongzhou, or farther away, can we find a marker.

It's numb.

For a moment he didn't know whether to praise the person who drew the map like this or scold him.

The drawing is more rigorous.

After finding the purple mountain in the northern border, then, with the help of the location of the purple mountain, you can observe the stars and get the specific location.

However, Feng Shui took turns, and the current northern border was almost a forbidden place for all practitioners.

After thinking about it again and again, Fang Xin decided that it would be better for her family to carefully go over and spy on it:
"As the saying goes, if a wise man worries a lot, he will lose something; if a fool worries a lot, he will gain something."

"In case the blissful old ghost hides somewhere to recuperate at this time, wouldn't that allow me to be careful and observe this location?"

"Be careful, there must be no problem."

"If it really doesn't work, you can also cast spells and send paper figurines to explore. If you do mental calculations or don't care, there should be a little chance of success."

After taking the exam several times, Fang Xin decided that it would be better for him to check it out.

Just to see how this huge area of ​​the old devil governs the countless people without practitioners.

He wants to see.

Let's see how this blissful old ghost does it!
Thinking of this reason, he directly said to do it, only to see that he casually grabbed a spiritual paper from his sleeve:
"Since practice cares about the depth, if you keep digging inside, then simply use spells to hurry."

"Strive to apply magic to life, and dig it wide and deep."

"In this case, maybe in my lifetime, I can really achieve my own achievements and become the real Dharma figure."

Fang Xin felt that sometimes he himself was really cheap. There was an easier way, but he just wanted to try the most difficult one.

But this is also normal.

After all, who has practiced to this level, who can not be proud.

Anyway, he is now on his way to find the blood essence of the golden wolf. Once he finds it, maybe he will become a dharma in no time.

Of course, this is just kidding.

After all, the broken bamboo ghosts and gods also said that even if they really have the blood of a demon god, it is not easy to achieve the Dharma.

Otherwise, the entire cultivation world, the entire Zhongzhou would have been turned upside down long ago!

Fold your hands lightly.

After a while, a little white horse appeared in his hands.

The whole pony is lifelike.

It is said that it is only three inches in size, but it looks very delicate.

See the pony take shape.

In the end, Fang Xin looked directly in front of her, and just lost it slightly:
"Herod~"

A horse neighed.

Afterwards, the little white horse took root and grew with the wind. After a while, it turned into a tall horse.

Not only that.

This white horse looks very spiritual, as if it is a real living creature.

He was still kicking in front of Fang Xin:
stomping on...

Seeing this scene and seeing such a spiritual creation, Fang Xin revealed a smile on the contrary:

"Such a creature can exist just by random creation."

"It seems that my spells can be regarded as some achievements. If the time is right, I can practice a few more spells."

When practicing the state of meditation, practicing too many spells will hinder one's way forward.

But the top-rank state is not ordinary.

This realm pursues one's own path, and the more spells one cultivates, the more means one will have to deal with different scenarios.

Of course.

As for the Seven Killings of Ghosts and Gods, that's an outrageous scene.

After all, which god would think of practicing these hundreds of spells at once?

Even if you want to practice, you don't have any.

It is estimated that the reason why the Seven Killing Ghosts and Gods have found so many spells is that they have opened up more than one sect's Buddhist scripture pavilion.

After riding on the white horse, the tall horse quickly carried Fang Xin to the north:

"Herod~"

Run along with the white horse.

Fang Xin also sat cross-legged on the white horse, taking out a spiritual paper from time to time with both hands, and then quickly folded it.

Sometimes, he folded out a small lantern, and sometimes, he folded out a few little wolves, little tigers and the like.

Everything looks very magical, and everything looks very charming.

even.

On this road, he also specially folded some things like house benches.

It seems that he really has his own thoughts.

(End of this chapter)