My uncles are all big guys

Chapter 58: Suzaku magical power, Nanming Lihuo! (Please collect, invest and read)
  Flames come and go as fast as they come.

Wang Xiao didn't feel the pain yet, and it was already over.

I looked at my body and saw that my clothes were not torn.

His hands were clean, not a trace of ashes.

If it weren't for the little turkey lying there next to him, Wang Xiao would have suspected that it was just a dream.

"I...I broke through!"

After checking his body, Wang Xiao was shocked to find that the flame just now caused his body to break through the last shackles. The three realms of heaven, earth and man merged into one, and he entered the realm of Taoism.

Surprised in my heart, I quickly crossed my legs and fell into meditation, and my consciousness sank into my mind.

Wang Xiao did not find the little book. Instead, he found a red bird spreading its wings next to the golden Mao character.

This red bird is only the size of a palm, and it is stuck there like a poster.

Looking at the Suzaku in front of him, Wang Xiao had an intuition in his heart that reminded him to touch the Suzaku.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Xiao reached out and touched it.

boom!
  The flames rose again, and the Suzaku in the picture suddenly became real, spreading its wings and soaring in the space. Flames fell from the Suzaku, spreading throughout the dark space.

Pain, heartbreaking pain...

These flames seemed to have spirituality. When they fell to the ground, they rolled towards Wang Xiao and merged into Wang Xiao's soul consciousness.

Wang Xiao wanted to exit the space, but he couldn't do anything easy today.

The flames became more and more intense, starting from an orange-red color and slowly becoming darker...

The darker the color of the flame, the stronger the burning pain. Wang Xiao's consciousness became more and more blurred, and he was about to faint completely.

A sudden rush of coolness made Wang Xiao wake up suddenly.

Open your eyes and look around, still in the conscious space.

The flame disappeared, and the little Suzaku still stayed next to the word Mao, but in Wang Xiao's mind, there was an extra memory and how to use it.

"I see!"

After checking the extra memories, Wang Xiao suddenly realized.

The Little Man's Book is not a skill, but a carrier of magical powers.

Nanming Lihuo
  Legend has it that Suzaku's natal divine fire burns to the extreme and appears pure white, and everything in the world is incinerated.

Wang Xiao's current strength is too low to withstand the inheritance of the entire magical power, and he needs to slowly awaken in nine stages.

It is currently in the initial stage. In the future, as his strength increases, he will awaken again and again until he can completely accept Nanming's Lihuo magical power.

"Master, you said that my junior brother's soul was out of body. Did he suffer any injuries here?"

In front of the house, looking at Wang Xiao basking in the bright sun, Jiale looked worried and asked Master Yixiu, and quietly pointed to his head.

It's been three days.

After Wang Xiao left the house every day, Wang Xiao would go out to bask in the sun as long as there was sunshine outside after saying hello to his ancestor.

If this is okay during the twelfth lunar month of winter, there won’t be anything strange about it.

But it's July now, and the place where I live is in the south. It's really hot. Not to mention being under the sun, my pants will get soaked even if I move a little bit.

In such a hot season, Wang Xiao is basking in the sun outside. Isn't this something wrong with his brain? What is this?
  "Don't talk nonsense..." Master Yixiu rolled his eyes at Jia Le, "Your junior brother naturally has his purpose for doing this..."

In fact, Master Ikkyu also felt a little strange.

According to what Si Mu said when he left, Wang Xiao is still practicing the Maoshan basic Qi refining technique. According to his understanding of the Maoshan sect's basic Qi refining technique, there is no step like basking in the sun.

Master Yixiu Jiale couldn't figure out the situation and didn't dare to disturb them without permission. He could only watch in the shade. If there was a problem, he would rush to save people as soon as possible.

Sitting on a big rock and basking in the sun, Wang Xiao felt comfortable from the inside out.

It was not as hot as the two of them had imagined, but rather warm, like being under the sun in winter.

The heat from the sun was slowly absorbed by his body and then collected at his Adam's apple.

The method used in the first stage of Nanming Lihuo was a bit embarrassing for Wang Xiao. Many of the fire-based birds and beasts such as Suzaku injure their enemies by spitting fire from their mouths.

As the inheritor of magical powers, Wang Xiao's first stage was like this, breathing out flames from his mouth.

Wang Xiao does not practice fire-based skills, so he cannot use true energy to convert flames. He can only accumulate them in two ways, one is to bask in the sun, and the other is to swallow the flames directly.

It is then stored in the fire sac in the Adam's apple and sprayed out directly when used, transforming into a flamethrower.

Time passed little by little, and at dusk, Wang Xiao burped, and a few wisps of fire appeared in his nose and mouth.

After three days of exposure to the sun and burning the flames from a campfire at night, the fire sac is full. If you want to increase the flame storage space, you have to wait for the second stage of evolution.

If he wanted to summon flames by raising his hand and waving his hand, he would need at least the third stage of condensing magical seals.

"Brother, are you really alright?"

Back in the yard, Jia Le has prepared dinner.

Just now, Wang Xiao sprayed flames from his nostrils and mouth, but he could see it clearly.

"It's okay, senior brother..." Wang Xiao waved his hand and said casually: "It's hot, it's just a bit more irritating..."

Knorr:? ? ?
  After the two had dinner, Wang Xiao sat by the light and started reading, while Jia Le ran to the next door after cleaning up.

In the past few days, Jiale has completely let go.

Except for coming back from cooking, most of the time is spent next door.

As for the progress, Wang Xiao is not optimistic at all.

Last night he went to the toilet and heard Jingjing tell Jia Le that she did not want to talk about marriage, but only wanted to practice well with her master.

Because of this, Jia Le was depressed all night. Just as Wang Xiao was thinking about comforting him, Jia Le went next door happily the next day.

"Junior brother...Junior brother..."

Wang Xiaogang picked up the book, went to Jiale next door, and ran back again.

"What's wrong? I forgot something..."

"Didn't I forget to bring something? Junior brother, today is the Ghost Festival. Why don't you burn something for your parents?"

Wang Xiao raised his hand and counted with his fingers, as if today was really the Ghost Festival.

There are only a few of them here, and there are no mobile phones or calendars. Wang Xiao is addicted to practicing and reading every day. Who would be bored and remember the days.

"Hungry Ghost Festival?"

Wrinkling his brows, Wang Xiao always felt that besides burning paper money for parents in this world, he had forgotten something.

"Junior brother, do you think this is enough?"

While Wang Xiao was still thinking about what he had forgotten, Jiale had already moved out all the paper money, incense and candles.

As a Taoist family, we lack everything except paper money, incense and candles.

"That's enough, senior brother..."

After thinking for a long time and not remembering what he had forgotten, Wang Xiao shook his head, took the things Jiale brought over, walked to the intersection, and started burning things for the parents in this world.

Next door, Master Yixiu also brought Jingjing, burning some paper money and other things, while the master was still reciting scriptures.

Only then did Wang Xiao understand how Jiale could think of the Ghost Festival.

On July 7th, the gate of ghosts opens, the underworld releases ghosts to go home to visit their relatives, and lonely ghosts come out to enjoy the incense and tributes of the human world.

It sounds like a scary holiday, but for those who have lost loved ones, it is a day of warmth and hope.

Wang Xiao put the paper money into the fire, chanted his parents' names, talked about his experiences during this period, and told them that he was living a good life and didn't have to worry.

Jiale prepared a lot of paper money, and the two of them spent more than an hour burning it.

After returning to the house, the two of them went to the Patriarch's table to say hello. The Yin Yang Bagua position in front of them suddenly burst into light.

The two looked up, and Uncle Jiu's figure appeared among them, and at the same time Uncle Jiu's voice sounded...

(End of this chapter)