Chapter 3: The Innate Dao Body, All Laws Nature

When Wang Fuqiang opened his eyes, he found Hongling sitting beside him, with a somewhat restrained expression.

Wang Fuqiang rubbed his heavy head and frowned and said, "Sister Ling, what's wrong?"

Hongling hesitated a little and looked at Wang Fuqiang and said, "Last night..."

Wang Fuqiang was stunned, then jumped up and exclaimed: "I drank too much last night. Did you do anything to you?"

Wang Fuqiang's action scared Hongling, thinking that he remembered what happened last night. After hearing this, he was relieved. But he still asked tentatively: "Do you really don't remember?"

Wang Fuqiang frowned even deeper and said in confusion: "It's not that... Even if I have that heart, I don't have that courage. Sister Ling, don't worry, I, Wang Fuqiang, will definitely be responsible for you to the end!"

Hongling looked at him and realized that he seemed to have misunderstood something. She shook her head and said, "No, no. You fell down after drinking too much. I'm asking if you have found anything? For example, some... strange things."

Wang Fuqiang was stunned, breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little regretful, thinking: "Strange thing..."

He shook his head: "No."

Seeing Wang Fuqiang shaking his head, Hongling completely relaxed and said repeatedly: "That's good, that's good."

Wang Fuqiang said in confusion: "What happened last night?"

Hongling shook her head quickly and said, "No! Nothing happened. You have a good rest, I'll cook a bowl of ginseng soup for you."

He should be worried that too much will lead to mistakes, so Hongling took the door and left after he finished speaking.

In this way, Wang Fuqiang settled in Fox Village, followed the villagers to hunt in the mountains during the day, and learned a unique breathing method from the villagers at night. Because Hongling said that this method can prolong life, Wang Fuqiang naturally did not want to let it go.

In a flash, another half a year passed.

Wang Fuqiang always felt that the whole village was full of strangeness, but it was hard to say what was strange. In the end, it could only be attributed to different times and different ideas.

On this day, the old village chief in white clothes stood on a crutch and came to Hongling's house with a girl in white clothes. An old woman appeared out of thin air, and a hint of charm was hidden between her eyebrows. She had a graceful figure and charm. She was never inferior to Hongling when she was young.

After Hongling's mother appeared, the old village chief also stopped and asked, "Is there something unusual about that human boy recently?"

The woman shook her head and said, "There is nothing unusual. She looks like a child who knows nothing. After tentatively tempted several times, he seemed to have no idea of ​​the existence of the demon and knew nothing about practice."

The old village chief nodded and said, "If you don't pretend, you really don't know anything; if you pretend, you won't reveal any flaws in front of you for a whole year, obviously it's unlikely."

The woman hesitated for a moment and said, "How long can this be hidden? Sooner or later, he will find out. And recently he followed the Hongyao to learn the breathing of the fox clan, and entered the country quickly."

The old village chief frowned and said, "Which floor is it?"

The woman replied directly: "Eight! If you continue at this speed, you may be able to return to the same level in less than half a year and enter the Great Perfection."

The old village chief looked surprised and said in disbelief: "How could it be so fast?"

The woman shook her head: "I can't tell that his body seems a little special."

The old village chief said solemnly: "Then we must keep him in the fox village, and we must find a way to make him stay willingly, even if we know that we are monsters."

The woman said in surprise: "How is this possible?"

The old village chief thoughtfully and said, "I heard that the human race is obsessed with love, maybe we can start from this aspect. As long as he falls in love with the demon woman, it is best to give birth to a man and a half woman. Even if he knows all the truth, he will never leave!"

The woman frowned and said, "But I heard that men in the world are the most heartless."

The old village chief looked embarrassed and said bitterly: "I will know if it's OK after trying it."

The woman nodded and said, "There is no better way to do this. Just use the red girl or the white girl?"

The old village chief looked at the girl in white beside him and said, "Look at who this kid is more inclined to. If it really doesn't work, just two of them will be together."

The woman asked in confusion: "Do you really think he can help the demon clan?"

The old village chief did not answer, but sighed: "Didn't human beings say it, do their best to do their best and leave it to fate. Who can tell the future clearly?"

The woman nodded and sighed: "Humans are getting stronger and stronger, but the demon clan is getting weaker. If this continues, where should my demon clan go?"

The old village chief said piously: "May the demon god be able to protect our clan!"

The woman and the girl prayed, "May the demon gods protect our clan!"

...

Wang Fuqiang recently felt that his physical condition had become a little mysterious. After learning to breathe and breathe with Hongling, the five senses that had been lost became extremely sensitive. For example, his eyes could see further and clearer, and sometimes even see the essence of some things.

In addition, his ears could also hear more clearly. Without looking, he could use his ears to hear the trajectory of a fallen leaf in the air after leaving the branch and the final landing point of the leaf.

Sometimes, he can even understand the birds' conversations, of course, just some simple words and sentences that cannot be coherent.

He just needs to use his nose to tell what plants are one meter away, what ingredients are in a bowl of wine, what ingredients and auxiliary ingredients are in a dish...

Wang Fuqiang felt that these should be some kind of magical power, but he didn't know how to use them for the time being.

As his five senses became more and more sensitive, he felt that the village became more and more weird, but he just couldn't see through it and didn't know what was wrong.

So Wang Fuqiang started to figure things out every day, such as secretly observing the actions of some villagers, who usually like to eat, what they are more repulsive about, etc.

The old village chief felt that Wang Fuqiang should not be allowed to continue to be so blind, so he came to find Wang Fuqiang himself and had a conversation that completely shocked Wang Fuqiang.

At that time, Wang Fuqiang practiced Hongling to teach him breathing as usual.

It is an autumn night, the weather is clear and the moon is as bright as veil.

Because of his keen five senses, Wang Fuqiang felt the arrival of the old village chief from afar, so he stopped breathing and stood up to welcome him.

The old village chief sat on the roots of a big banyan tree with a kind smile, signaling Wang Fuqiang to sit down as well, and then asked: "Have you felt any changes in your body recently?"

Wang Fuqiang was stunned and then told the old village chief about his changes in his body.

After hearing this, the old village chief smiled and said, "Your talent is indeed good. You can practice the secret technique to the eighth level in such a short time. Then it is time to tell you some things."

Wang Fuqiang was stunned: "What's the matter?"

The old village chief smiled and said, "Actually, the whole village is not ordinary people. Because they don't want to participate in secular disputes, they live in seclusion here. The breathing that Hongmei taught you is the secret practice left by her ancestors. I had concealed something from you before, because I didn't know your background, and I was afraid that after you left, I would tell you about the matter here and cause unnecessary trouble."

Wang Fuqiang said in shock: "So that's it, I always think something is wrong."

The old village chief smiled and said, "Now you already know it, so there is no need to hide it anymore. I just happen to have a secret technique here, you can try to practice it first. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me anytime."

After the old village chief finished speaking, he couldn't help but admire himself. As long as this kid had something to do, he wouldn't be able to figure it out.

Sure enough, Wang Fuqiang was overjoyed after hearing this and hurriedly asked, "What kind of secret technique is powerful?"

The old village chief smiled and said, "Of course it is amazing. This method is called "Yang Dianfeng". When it is refined to the Mahayana, it can condense the sword edge and cut gold and break jade."

Wang Fuqiang grew up and his face trembled: "This name is really..."

The old village chief smiled and said, "The name is not very nice, but it is not important. What is important is that it is very powerful. How about it, do you learn it?"

Wang Fuqiang fought against the heavens and man, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Learn!"

The old village chief fumbled for a long time, took out a yellowed sheepskin scroll and handed it to Wang Fuqiang. After spending a long time of strength, he stood up and patted Wang Fuqiang on the shoulder: "Practice well and strive to practice to the Mahayana as soon as possible."

Wang Fuqiang did not notice that when the old village chief's hand touched Wang Fuqiang's shoulder, his expression suddenly changed.

As if he was thinking of something, the old village chief suddenly asked: "What do you think of Hongmei?"

Wang Fuqiang was stunned and asked in confusion: "What's going on? Sister Hong is pretty good."

When the old village chief heard this, he felt that there was a chance and hurriedly said, "If you ask her to be your wife and give birth to a baby for you, would you like?"

"Ah!?" Wang Fuqiang stood up and exclaimed in surprise.

He looked at the old village chief who was a little disrespectful to the old no matter how he looked at it, and said bitterly: "Grandpa Village Chief, don't joke. I'm so sorry that I can survive and let everyone take care of me for so long. How dare I have other ideas?"

The old village chief glared and said, "Who is kidding you?"

Wang Fuqiang looked at the old man with a serious look on his face, and after thinking a little, he said, "I have always regarded Sister Hong as my sister and dare not have any other ideas."

The old village chief seemed a little impatient and said, "Where is that white girl?"

Wang Fuqiang frowned and said, "Miss Bai is still so young, right?"

The old village chief said angrily: "Xiao? If you really count it, Bai Yatou can--"

He suddenly stopped talking, wishing to give himself a big mouth. After hundreds of years of self-cultivation, he still couldn't get rid of this bad temper, and almost let it go.

The old village chief was worried that Wang Fuqiang would figure out something again, so he hurriedly changed his words: "It doesn't matter if you are younger, you will always grow up."

Wang Fuqiang handed the parchment roll to the old village chief.

The old village chief frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

Wang Fuqiang said: "The village chief's grandfather taught me the secret method. If I force me to do something because of this, I will not learn it."

The old village chief said angrily: "Who forced you? I just asked you for your opinion. Since I don't want to, then forget it. I've given you the secret method, so how can I take it back?"

After saying that, he turned around and left angrily. The crutches hit the ground, making a sound, but he did not look like a twilight person at all.

The old village chief walked far and far away, and stopped, and stood on his crutches with his hands, looked up at the night sky with his head, and said quietly: "The Tao body is born, and all things are natural!"
Chapter completed!