Taoist Master: I have a strange world

Chapter 100 The wonders of the seventy-two transformations, transforming hair into evil spirits and granting magical powers

After Zhang Ling left the altar, the people dispersed in all directions.

But most people have memorized the spells spread by Zhang Ling.

Even if they didn't remember it, they all asked their fellow villagers.

Zhang Ling's deeds were also spread among these people.

The old temple masters in the underworld set up the Yama Village in the underworld and gathered their relatives, so they became known as another name among the people.

King Yama.

Just going back today, many people began to set up memorial tablets without mentioning it.

After Zhang Ling left the altar, he immediately noticed that the Sanqing Shenjian was slightly warm.

Moreover, this fever is persistent.

However, the process of imperial conferment does not involve ordinary Taoist priests. There is a heavenly emperor above and a human emperor below.

Zhang Ling bestowed upon the old concubine the throne. What he was given was not an immortal book, but a book from the underworld, and he had the authority of Fengdu.

"After the edict is granted, it will naturally have some authority."

When asked, Qingyun Mountain God himself felt that it was a little impossible.

To confer authority is to confer authority.

When asked this question, Qingyun Mountain God felt a little incredible.

But Zhang Ling's behavior today shattered Qingyun Mountain God's understanding and made him unable to stop thinking about it.

Therefore, Zhang Ling is equivalent to conferring a title on the old temple master, but it is only a qualification.

Qingyun Mountain God muttered this word and asked, "Taoist, can you confer the title of Mountain God and Water God?"

When Taoist disciples are taught urn, they are also taught immortal books.

Because as the God of Qingyun Mountain, he naturally knows that since his birth, he has never seen any mountain gods or water gods. They are all acquired.

In this way, Zhang Ling can naturally practice continuously in another world, and can rely on the Taoist ultimatum to continuously filter out the filthy air between heaven and earth.

Because Hades is also a world.

Zhang Ling was pleasantly surprised, and estimated that with the intensity of the incense, his ultimatum would not be able to make ends meet.

This is like an appointment, an acknowledgment of destiny that can be recognized by heaven and earth.

Zhang Ling is thinking.

"Wang Lie and the others have already spread the word?"

Zhang Ling shook his head and corrected himself: "It can be called a conferment, or it can be called an 'imperial seal'!"

In the understanding of Qingyun Mountain God, the only ones who can obtain the authority of heaven and earth are gods like them who are born on earth.

When Zhang Ling saw this scene, he suddenly realized.

Hearing Zhang Ling's affirmative answer, Qingyun Mountain God couldn't hold back his thoughts and couldn't help but said: "Then can you grant authority to a mountain god like me?"

Zhang Ling's words have already revealed something.

Only when the old temple master receives sufficient humanistic recognition can this authority be implemented.

"Very good, now there is no shortage of incense, and I can practice with peace of mind!"

Hearing this, Qingyun Mountain God was shocked.

When Zhang Ling opened his eyes, he could see that the scent of incense was not as strong as that of Wang Lie and the other three, but even a light amount of incense could add up to a large amount.

A true imperial edict, in addition to conferring a title on a god from heaven, also requires recognition from humanity.

"This is not called delegation of authority."

In front of him, wisps of fresh air condensed together, and a figure condensed inside.

"Not bad." Zhang Ling nodded and admitted directly.

Wisps of incense drifted out from the Sanqing Shenjian, and were absorbed by the Taoist Book.

"Taoist Priest!"

In just a short period of time, a lot of money was accumulated, which was wrapped around the ultimatum.

Qingyun Mountain God was quite respectful, greeted Zhang Ling, and then couldn't help but ask: "Taoist Priest, what you did today, by consecrating a dead soul in the underworld, did you grant him certain authority?"

Astonishingly, he is the God of Qingyun Mountain.

Zhang Ling smiled slightly and expressed his meaning without saying a word.

"This is……"

In Taoism, there is such a set of procedures.

And, these incense sticks last forever.

Without exception, they are all born.

"Edict..."

In the same way, if Zhang Ling wants to confer the title of Mountain God and Water God, he can also go through the same process.

The Qingyun Mountain God did not get a direct answer from Zhang Ling, but he already understood and looked at Zhang Ling in shock:
  "Taoist Priest, who are you?"

"I?"

"I'm just a seeker."

……

Zhang Ling returned directly to Qingyun Mountain. The shocked Qingyun Mountain God was wandering in the mountain in despair, expelling all kinds of evil spirits and protecting Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling returned to the heart of the mountain.

He could feel that the effectiveness of the ten thousand-year-old stalactite on him was gradually weakening.

Fortunately, the magic power in his body is already huge enough, and the rest is just a matter of effort and needs to be transformed into the clouds bit by bit.

In addition to practicing slowly in this way, Zhang Ling also continued to study the seventy-two transformations of Earthly Evil.

Once this method is activated, it is a physical change, and it has nothing to do with whether the magic power is deep or not.

In other words, once Zhang Ling masters this method, he can still change freely even if he loses his magic power.

Zhang Ling studied carefully and distributed every ray of evil spirit to every part of the body. He also formally introduced this method and could initially use his magical powers.

Moreover, he has already perfected the method of 'distributing evil spirits'.

Zhang Ling opened his eyes and pulled out a hair from his head.

The strand of hair in front of him was thrown out by Zhang Ling.

Swish!
  I saw that the hair changed slightly and turned into a ball of gas. It was changing its shape slightly, like one of the five poisons, but it could not be condensed into a shape.

"No, now there are only magical powers, no changes."

Zhang Ling shook his head. He absorbed the source of evil energy through the 'Seventy-two Transformations of Earthly Evil' and was able to use his inner magical power, but he had not yet fully understood the transformation.

Just like mastering the art of subsequent transformation, this hair can transform into another form.

Rao is so...

Zhang Ling stretched out his hand, and the hair returned to his hand.

Zhang Ling put it on his head, and the hair immediately grew back on his head, as if it had never fallen out.

It is the magical power contained in this source of evil energy.

fragmented!

It's not just this hair.

Even if Zhang Ling cuts off his hands and feet now, he can put them back together as if nothing happened.

This is the fragmentation of magical power, and it is also the magical power refined from the source of evil energy in the Seventy-two Transformations of Earthly Evil.

"Shh!"

Zhang Ling swung his sword and landed on his arm.

Suddenly the skin was torn apart and only the bones were connected.

But there was no blood flowing from Zhang Ling's arm.

Instead, Zhang Ling used his other hand to bring the skin and flesh together, and the wound immediately disappeared.

"This magical power is quite powerful. It taps into the changes of flesh and blood itself, reaching an ever-changing state."

"Fragmented and continuous, it acts on itself, making it difficult to get hurt!"

"If it acts on other people's objects, it can also be broken into pieces and completely destroyed!" Zhang Ling couldn't help but be surprised when he witnessed the power of this magical power.

He even suspected that if he went one step further, even if he cut off his head, he would be able to replace it in the blink of an eye.

Of course, Zhang Ling would not try it now, because according to his current cultivation level of 'refining Qi', once he tried this, he would probably die directly.

"Only when you reach the state of refining qi and transforming into a god, and a god is born in your body, can you behead your head and continue."

Zhang Ling thought to himself.

By refining Qi and transforming into a god, a god is born in the body, and can freely control the body. When the time comes, he can continue to be beheaded.

And now he is only in the realm of refining Qi. Once his head is cut off, his body cannot move, and his head cannot move alone. Naturally, there will be no way to connect the body together, and of course he will die.

"The deeper the cultivation level, the stronger the separation effect will be."

If he becomes an immortal, his physical body may not be damaged.

There was a strange look in Zhang Ling's eyes, thinking of the myth that the ancient Chi You was defeated by the Emperor Xuanyuan. According to legend, his body was divided into several pieces and suppressed in various parts of the world to prevent his resurrection.

Thinking about it this way, myths and legends all have traces to follow. Maybe people in ancient times mastered similar magical powers.

Just like Zhang Ling is now.

Once the cultivation level is advanced, the physical body can be separated and not destroyed.

As for now...

Zhang Ling felt it. If his body is separated now and cannot be restored in about ten minutes, it will be difficult to recover.

This is also the only drawback of this magical power.

"The stronger your cultivation level, the stronger this magical power will naturally be."

Zhang Ling was thinking about it when suddenly his chest felt slightly warm.

Several streams of incense came out of it, and sounds came along with the incense.

Surprisingly, it was Wang Lie and the other three who used the incantation to convey their wishes while making offerings.

Zhang Ling listened carefully, with a hint of understanding on his face.

"They made an appointment with the Beast Buddha Temple for a time to fight."

Wang Lie and others informed Zhang Ling of this by praying with the incense mantra.

Zhang Ling was also informed of some other information.

For example, Chenan Junior High School has already started planting those crops.

The King of Chenan also valued Wang Lie and the others and now allowed them to preach in the country.

Therefore, Wang Lie and his three men built a 'Taoist Temple' in Chenan.

In the Taoist Immortal Temple, the immortal Zhang Ling is enshrined.

It was because of this that Zhang Ling got so much incense.

It was also because of that public ritual that King Chenan raised the status of Wang Lie and the others and gave them a chance to fight.

If they can win the battle with the Beast Buddha Temple, then they have the right to be on an equal footing with the Beast Buddha Temple.

Before that, the Beast Buddha Temple was a national temple, and temples could be seen all over the south of the city.

If Wang Lie and the other three can strive to be on equal footing, then the ‘Dao Immortal Temple’ can also be spread throughout the Chenan Kingdom.

Wang Lie and the other three passed this news to Zhang Ling through the incantation of incense.

"Fighting..."

Zhang Ling pondered.

Although Wang Lie and the others had previously said that they were sure of their fighting skills, Zhang Ling was not completely reassured and was still a little worried.

After all, according to the descriptions of Wang Lie and the others, the Beast Buddha Temple has been in Chenan Kingdom for many years.

The abbot of every branch temple has the ability to transform into an animal.

It is equivalent to the great achievement of refining and transforming qi in the realm of monasticism.

Under such circumstances, it is hard to imagine how powerful the host of the main temple of the Beast Buddha Temple is.

Zhang Ling pondered for a while and looked at the back of the Sanqing Shenjian. The source of the evil spirit was still on it and had not been completely absorbed by Zhang Ling's body.

Zhang Ling had an idea: "Now they should improve their strength."

"I can use the 'Seventy-two Transformations of Earthly Evil' to separate evil spirits for them to use, increasing their chances of winning in a battle of wits!"

Zhang Ling made up his mind.

The evil seeds separated through the "Seventy-two Transformations of Earth Evil" also contain magical powers.

However, this kind of differentiation is time-sensitive. It does not mean that you will get a permanent magical power out of thin air after getting the evil seed.

But if the evil seed is used up, the magical power will be gone.

This is somewhat similar to Dharma type.

The difference is that the Dharma contains the magic power, true Dharma, Taoist skills, etc. learned throughout the body.

The evil seed contains only magical powers.

After Zhang Ling made his decision, he immediately started taking action.

He closed his eyes and gathered the evil seeds through the seventy-two transformations of the earth evil.

After a while, Zhang Ling condensed three evil seeds according to the method.

As a result, Zhang Ling himself was somewhat exhausted and needed to absorb the source of evil energy to recover.

He did not go to recover immediately, but planned to pass the evil seed to Wang Lie and others first.

After all, Wang Lie and his friends are about to end their battle.

Zhang Ling turned the Sanqing Divine Mirror over and faced him.

He cast the 'Spiritual Treasure Sacrifice Refining Spell' and wiped it three times on the bright and shadowless front.

Suddenly, light and shadow appeared above, it was a rather luxurious palace.

According to what Wang Lie and the others said, this was the land given by King Chenan.

Zhang Ling took a look and saw that the high hall in the spiritual area here was majestic and majestic, like a potted pot scene, like a true hall in a blessed land, and faintly clear like the Huale Palace.

On both sides of the hall, there are prayer flags hanging, candle flames fluttering, and the fragrance of incense in the hall penetrates the clear sky.

There is also an offering table with fresh fruits and melons on it, but no meat.

Just when Zhang Ling was entering the hall, Wang Lie and the others felt something and came in a hurry.

As soon as they entered the hall, they saw the light and shadow in the Sanqing Divine Mirror, and they immediately bowed down.

"Disciple pays homage to the Immortal!"

"No need to be polite."

Zhang Ling said directly: "I heard that you are about to fight, I will give you a magical power to help you fight."

"Ok?"

None of Wang Lie and the other two people expected that Zhang Ling came to give him supernatural powers. They were all extremely surprised and thanked him repeatedly.

Zhang Ling raised his hand and pulled out three hairs from his head.

These three hairs entrust three evil seeds, which are condensed from the seventy-two changes of earth evil.

Zhang Ling held up his hands, with three hairs in front of him, and opened his mouth to blow.

Immediately, three hairs entered the Sanqing Shenjian and appeared in front of Wang Lie and the others.

The three of them hurriedly stretched out their hands and each took a piece of hair.

Holding their hair in their hands, they could all feel the power contained in this hair.

A force completely different from the true method they practiced.

"This magical power is called fragmentation. It can fragment oneself and then restore it. It can be used to decapitate a person's head or hands, and it can also be used to break apart foreign objects. It has many wonderful uses."

Zhang Ling explained the mystery of this magical power, and immediately received continuous thanks from Wang Lie and the others.

After Zhang Ling bestowed this evil seed, he stretched out his hand and disconnected the projection.

Wang Lie and the other three watched Zhang Ling disappear and looked at each other.

Lu Ping couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "This is an immortal. Even a hair can turn into a magical power and bestow it on us."

Wang Lie was holding the strand of hair in his hand as if he were holding a treasure, and he was extremely confident: "With the magical power given by the immortal, we will definitely win this fight!"

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