Huang Ting Xiandao

Chapter 55

(Dear book friends, the name is going to be changed again. The editor in charge said that the word killer is a bit inconsistent, and the name is tentatively set as "Huang Ting Xiandao: No Self")
The thunder exploded, the green fire flew across, the huge impact force, all kinds of stones flew in the hole, the shock wave arrived, Mo Xian moved his body, twisted a few times like a fish swimming, the shock wave was different in strength, because the hole The terrain changed, and with Mo Xian's twists, his body was precisely at the weakest point, and he also avoided the flying stones.

The shock wave also affected the Styx tortoise, but relying on the shell on its body, the Styx tortoise didn't take it seriously at all. Layers of brilliance flashed, and it seemed to look at Mo Xian proudly. There was a mocking light.

It looked at Mo Xian, and after a glance, it was immediately confused, why didn't it see Mo Xian.

It stretched its neck, its small eyes rolled around, and a sword light seemed to be displayed from the air. For a moment, Mo Xian controlled the sword with his mind. In the shock wave, it seemed to be fighting in the wind and waves. The sword appeared like a light petrel. in front of.

The Styx Turtle stared at Jian Guang, but didn't react at all. The sword light flashed by, and the Styx Turtle seemed to have just reacted. It retracted its head. Just as it was about to retract, its head suddenly fell, and blood rushed out of its cavity. The shape is like Ganoderma lucidum, and it is as gloomy as a cover.

When the ghosts saw it, they roared up, one by one, like mosquitoes seeing blood. Mo Xian could clearly feel the changes in the ghosts, and his body was further condensed, as if he had taken a Shiquan Dabu pill.

Although it was useless against Mo Xian's yin energy, the strength of the ghosts had leapt, evolving from the most basic evil ghosts to ghost generals, and one of them touched the edge of the ghost king.

Breeding ghosts, under normal circumstances, starts from ghosts, condenses the body shape, can hurt low-level monks, it is called evil ghosts, if it goes further, it is called ghost generals, and if it goes further, it is called ghost king, ghost king, and the king of ghosts , has been able to enter and leave the netherworld, and is not weaker than the monks who have been condensed to kill the heavenly gang. When they come down, they are called heavenly ghosts, which are already extraordinary things. Only, it's just a legend.

Unexpectedly, there is such a benefit. Although it is not helpful to Taoism, it can be said that ghosts have truly become a sharp weapon in Mo Xian's hands at this time. Before, they were only refined by Mo Xian on a whim and used to find them in the Yinfeng Cave. Treasure tools.

Mo Xian saw that the ghosts sucked all the energy and blood of the Styx tortoise, leaving only the shell. He casually took a picture of it, took it in his hand, and looked at it carefully, especially the two runes, one of which he roughly understood, which could gather yin Qi is cloudy thunder, and the other doesn't know what to do.

He silently memorized the two runes, thought for a while, calmed down and gathered his breath, and drew them in the air with his hands held. The Yin Qi quickly gathered, and a faint thunder began to appear. Disperse.

Mo Xian breathed a sigh of relief, his skills were still insufficient, and what he practiced was not compatible with Yin Qi, if his skills were deeper, he could forcefully condense the Yin Thunder Orb.

He called it the Thunderbolt Talisman, and he experimented with the other rune. As soon as he drew it, his face changed, and he found that the real energy in his body rushed out, and the wind suddenly rose, and he seemed to hear the sound of water, but soon Backing away, his whole body was weak, his face was cloudy and uncertain, he had a faint feeling that this rune seemed to summon the wind, so he didn't know what happened to the sound of water, he took a long breath, and the real qi in his body quickly recovered, But only [-]% to [-]% of usual.

He put the tortoise shell into the Qiankun bag, took out a jade bottle from the Qiankun bag, and put the yellow spring water into the bottle. The yellow spring water looked like a lot, although it was in the air, but a stream flowed deep into the cave. However, when Mo Xian took it in, he realized that it wasn't much, only about half a liter.

This little yellow spring water formed a self-consistent stream, and Mo Xian felt the magic of yellow spring water for the first time.

He found a place, released the Xuanyin Gathering Beast Banner, protected his body, and sat up quietly. He wanted to restore his true qi. He didn't know what danger would be there. Adjusted to a better state.

The dark wind came again, and it was much more violent on the second floor than on the first floor. This was the first time that Mo Xian's physical body was attacked by the dark wind on the second floor. The familiar pains in his body appeared one after another. Mo Xian Already experienced in this situation, he once again entered the first jhana, this time, he entered deeper in the first jhana, first aware that he had entered the first jhana, and then entered into a deeper contemplation, his body was soft and joyful suddenly Birth is still relatively rough, further deepening, the joy gradually recedes, and an indescribable joy fills the whole body, gradually dwelling in the heart.

When everything receded and the Yinfeng was over, Mo Xian thought to himself: "If it weren't for the Yinfeng Tunnel, the cultivation base would not be able to increase at all, but this is a good place to train the mind. Probably because the cultivation base cannot be increased, this place has become a punishment." place."

In the following days, Mo Xian walked deeper and deeper, so that when Yan Tianyun came, he didn't see Mo Xian this time, and Yan Tianyun came this time, planning to give Mo Xian the last time. Xian's reward was settled, but he didn't meet Mo Xian.

Mo Xian has already entered the third floor. The area of ​​the third floor seems to be much larger than that of the first and second floors. Moreover, it is the first time that Mo Xian has seen a large number of beast souls. Fortunately, there is a mysterious gathering around Mo Xian. Beast streamers.

In the third floor, Mo Xian found ghost iron and ghost copper, as well as the green glowing luminous stone. There are quite a few, and the Qiankun bag around me is almost full.

Mo Xian stopped on the third floor, because the third floor was too vast, until half a year later, Mo Xian did not reach the fourth floor, he was washed by the wind every day.

Although his skills have not improved, after more than half a year of polishing his body and mind, like a shining diamond, he has cultivated a combat body similar to the indestructible body of a diamond. Among them, the upper limit will not be higher than the cultivation level before I entered the cave.

Half a year later, he finally walked out of the Yinfeng Tunnel. He thought of the old Taoist priest, and his heart moved. He benefited from the old Taoist priest's sleep skills, and the Taoist song that the old Taoist priest recited when he woke up left a deep impression on him.

He came out of the Yinfeng Cave and sang in his mouth: "

It's over, the fate of the Tao has fallen, and a few Taoists know the true self;
But fish eyes are recognized as pearls, and grass seeds are often used as fairy fruits.

It is all about abandoning the usual and being curious, and it is all a blessing and a curse;

Always encountering a master who does not bow his head, he has already locked the door by himself. "

He understood that the old Taoist priest was reminding him, "Whenever you meet an enlightened master, don't bow your head, and lock the door by yourself." The old Taoist priest is obviously an expert, "A few Taoists know the real self", yes, a few people know the real self , I always took the illusion as me, and the real self gradually became clear through introspection. It's funny to think about it. The world always says that gods are good, and who knows the hard work, often, mistaken power for wisdom. Unfortunately, it is regrettable only after being trapped in reincarnation .

He walked into the room respectfully, the old Taoist priest was still sleeping, and Mo Xian stood aside, waiting quietly.

After a long time, the old Taoist stretched himself, and said in his mouth: "

It's over, the way is gone, the fool only cultivates in the body;
The mouth and nose are thought to be Yuanmen, and the back of the navel is mistakenly referred to as Huangyuan.

Consciousness is suspected to be the protagonist, and turbidity is mistaken for relatives;
I don't know that great medicine is invisible, and it is the first good in the great void. "

Mo Xian had an idea, and also composed a song saying: "

It's over, the Tao must be passed on.It is in vain not to understand the Master;

The ancestors taught each other the secrets of the road, and the lamps and lanterns continued to refer to the innate.

There is nothing real in the whole body, and all kinds of scenes are illegal ships;

A sentence before his death, a golden lotus grows in the fire in an instant. "

After finishing the chant, he arched his hands and said respectfully: "Disciple Mo Xian used to be a killer, but because of the situation, he unintentionally embarked on the road of cultivation. He was punished to come to the Yinfeng Cave half a year ago. He didn't know the true face of a real person. In the Yinfeng Tunnel, after several reflections, I thank the real person for his intentional guidance, Mo Xian is here to thank the real person, may I ask the real person's name?"

The old Taoist smiled: "There is no need to be too polite, the old Taoist has nothing to hide."

"It turned out to be the uncle." Mo Xian suddenly realized.

"Let me ask you, has the blood on your body been washed away?"

"June in the Yinfeng Cave, why did I have blood on my body?" Mo Xian asked back.

Qianwu laughed loudly: "Okay, there is no blood on such a good one! Anyway, since you call me uncle, I have a small method, I don't practice alchemy, I don't practice qi, it's just spinning around in the heart, pass it on to you .”

Mo Xian kowtowed his head and thanked him, Qian Wu whispered in his ear, Mo Xian was overjoyed, this is a tactic, practice this tactic, just in sleep, just contemplate the nothingness, naturally fall asleep, no matter what Others, regardless of the posture, as long as the three words of loose, sink, and forget, it doesn't matter even if you fall asleep.

The more Mo Xian chewed, the more he felt that this method was profound. Although he could do it without sleep for a few days and nights, he still couldn't abandon his natural habit. , do not go through the energy channels, do not need to think, and have no specific postures, and will not conflict with any exercises, but grasp the essence of inaction, the method is simple but effective, it is indeed a superior exercise.

Mo Xian saw looseness, sinking, and forgetfulness from Qianwu half a year ago. With this, he successfully entered the first meditation, which reflected its function. Today, Qianwuzi explained the dharma to him in detail , to point out the key points, unlike Mo Xian's simple understanding, it can be said that if you are not a real disciple, ordinary people really can't do it.

Mo Xian thanked Uncle Qianwu again, and Qianwu taught him the formula, and he already regarded Mo Xian as one of his own.

Looking at Mo Xian's back, Qian Wuzi sighed in his heart: "Junior Brother accepted him as a successor. He is indeed a seed of cultivation. I don't know what his future will be like? Junior Brother still can't forget the past. I hope Mo Xian will not let Junior Brother down this time. He doesn't seem to be practicing the way of golden elixir, judging from his appearance, he is walking the way of Huang Ting, it doesn't matter, the exercises in Huang Ting Jing are Taoist classics, I hope Mo Xian can give my junior a surprise."

He climbed on the table again, entered the cultivation realm, and no longer interfered with other people's affairs. The hut seemed to be in harmony with the environment in this place, but on the outside, he seemed to be eating and waiting to die.

(End of this chapter)