I am a fairy in the world of mortals

Chapter 74 There must be something wrong with this Medicine King’s Buddhist Gong (Happy New Year, Yanzu and Yifei)

Although he accepted Xueyu's nonsensical task a little too quickly, Li Lang was not in a hurry to carry it out.

His Yuan Yang has not recovered yet!

In order to allow Wu Yue to recover early, he spent a lot of money.

If he goes to the dragon's pond and tiger's den with insufficient vitality, wouldn't he ruin his reputation as a little white dragon in the waves?

After leaving Mingbi for a while, Li Lang came to the Sutra Pavilion again.

"Give me the manuscript of Medicine King's Buddhist practice!" Li Lang said to the listening beast on the wall.

There are no complicated red tapes in Qingyang Temple. Xueyu gave Li Lang permission, so Li Lang can go to the Sutra Pavilion to get the exercises. It's simple and clear.

In a sense, it seems that we have to thank Seiyangji for the fact that the Yuki generation has withered.

If there are too many elders in the division, it will definitely not be that simple. Bickering and bickering can delay the matter for two or three years before mentioning it.

On the stone wall, the embossed Listening Divine Beast raised its head from its original crawling and sitting position, glanced at Li Lang a few times, and moved its ears, as if to confirm its identity and inquire about its qualifications. After confirmation, it probed from the wall. Come out, stick out your neck and stick out your tongue.

What was placed on the blue-gray stone tongue was a seemingly ordinary scroll of scripture.

The moment Li Lang took the scripture, the words in the scripture flew out of the scroll and floated towards him, as if they smelled it.

Then they all entered Li Lang's mind, and the scroll itself that contained the scriptures was completely reduced to ashes.

In a daze and trance, Li Lang seemed to see a Buddha. He was holding a medicine vessel in his left hand and the seal of the three realms in his right hand. He was wearing a cassock and sitting in the lotus position on the lotus platform. He looked at him with compassionate eyes, and then stretched out his hand. a little.

A spiritual light exploded from Li Lang's consciousness, and part of the content about the Medicine Master King's Buddhist power slowly unfolded in his mind.

Really only part of it.

As the top longevity skill, Medicine King Buddha Gong has three levels and can achieve the supreme secret three times.

The first level involves eighteen acupoints. After determining the acupoints, practice them to the extreme to form the first supreme secret.

And just by practicing the first-level Medicine Master King Buddhist Sutra to perfection, you can extend your life by a hundred years.

It can be said to be the best in longevity skills.

Not only does it prolong life, but after practicing it, all secretions of the body, including sweat, saliva, tears, urine... and the like, will have the effect of healing and replenishing energy. The deeper the life span is increased, the stronger the healing effect.

"Isn't this just a walking living ginseng?" Li Lang thought to himself.

However, the Medicine King Buddha is a symbol of rescuing lives, healing the wounded, and relieving illnesses. The effect of the Medicine King Buddha Sutra does indeed live up to this point.

"On the first level, there are eighteen corresponding acupoints. I only selected one. Starting from the liver, it is best to use some kind of healing magical power as a protection before starting practice."

"So, although I have obtained this longevity skill, I can't start practicing it immediately. I need to slow down first."

"However, now that the divine veins have been established, the original problem of being unable to continue to practice the martial arts of fixed orifice has been solved."

Thinking of these points, Li Lang said to Di Ting: "Send me all the martial arts secrets involving the first level of Medicine Master King's Buddha Kung Fu."

A stone table popped up, and there were three more books in front of Li Lang.

"Only three books?" Li Lang was a little stunned.

Not too much, of course, but too little.

Is it incomplete?
When Li Lang opened it, he knew why there were only three books.

These three martial arts books, titled "Seventy-two Centers to Conquer the Demonic Pestle", "Dragon-shaped Swastika Mahamudra" and "Eastern Glazed Pure Treasure Magical Skills", are all magical skills. Each door can target nine acupoints, and if you practice to the extreme, you can gain supernatural powers.

Once all three martial arts are at the extreme level, you can then try to condense a divine vein.

"These three magical martial arts were specially created for the Medicine King's Buddhist power. Although there are three types, in fact, as long as two of them are practiced to the extreme level, all the concentration of the first level of the Medicine King's Buddhist power can be completed. And the three types Through combined practice, each of the six acupoints can be fixed to complete the combination of fixed acupoints."

"Most ordinary longevity skills do not have the treatment of specializing in the martial arts corresponding to the fixed orifice, or even magical skills. Top-level longevity skills such as the Medicine King Buddha Skill should certainly be like this." Li Lang looked at these three magic skills secret books and felt that Such a feeling.

"But it's still inheritance!" Li Lang thought to himself.

If he had not been born in Qingyang Temple, even if he accidentally obtained the Medicine King's Buddhist power, there would be no corresponding magical power for him to practice.

Just the martial arts of Dingqiao is a big problem.

Even if you piece together everything, there are too many martial arts to practice, which is too time-consuming and not very cost-effective.

After receiving copies of these three magical secrets, Li Lang walked out of the Scripture Collection Pavilion and returned to the small courtyard.

Sitting quietly in the bamboo pavilion, Li Lang's mind passed through the golden circle and came to the sweatshop again.

At this time, in the sweatshop, dozens of clones were practicing hard according to Li Lang's previous assignment, without any delay.

Standing on the bloodletting table, Li Lang looked at the strange utensils that suddenly appeared, and was a little stunned.

"When did this happen?" Li Lang thought to himself.

"What's the use of it?" Questions arose, but no one answered or explained.

"Made, there is no manual, bad review... It is so unintelligent and inhumane, how can it be compared with the system?" Li Lang said a few words, and then he cut his hand and bled it honestly.

Sweatshops...don't they just need blood?
If you are in doubt, try bleeding first.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock, tick tock!
Ten drops of blood flowed into the strange vessel, and each drop of blood solidified in it, not directly merging into a pool.

When Li Lang touched the vessel, the blood in the vessel suddenly began to fuse.

Drop by drop, the volume of blood did not increase, but the color became brighter and thicker. However, the blood droplets rotated flexibly in the vessel.

Li Lang tried to pour the drop of blood that appeared in the vessel into the groove where the clone was created.

The next moment, a special clone appeared in the sweatshop space.

Like other avatars, he has no independent consciousness of his own and can only act according to Li Lang's will. However, Li Lang can sense that this avatar is far superior in terms of talent and bones, as well as martial arts understanding and understanding. Far more than an ordinary clone.

He is an upgraded version of the ordinary clone.

It can be used to tackle difficult problems or even do some creative work.

For example, ordinary clones are used to practice martial arts to great achievements. After great achievements, they are handed over to this type of upgraded clones. From great achievements to perfection, and from perfection to the extreme state, the difficulty is much lower.

Of course, the consumption is also greater. After an ordinary clone is created, a drop of blood can last for three days.

But this kind of clone consumes three drops of Li Lang's blood a day.

It's just a small amount of production. If they were all replaced by clones like this, Li Lang's current physical condition would be unbearable.

"Why did there suddenly appear to be such a prop that fuses blood to create an upgraded version of the clone?"

"Is it because I have reached the divine vein stage and have a qualitative improvement?" Li Lang still had many questions in his mind, but he couldn't get the answer.

(End of this chapter)