The golden-haired lion quickly transformed into a human form and stepped forward to salute, saying apologetically: "Fellow Taoist Pengkeng, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect that the people here would go so far and bring you so much trouble these days!"
Huwa smiled and said: "A fellow Taoist is a fellow Taoist. The title of Taoist Master Peng Keng is too awkward... In fact, the reason why the villagers are like this is partly my responsibility. I was just trying to tell them something, and you
I just happened to be back, so I don’t have to speak up. They need to understand a lot of things, and I have also understood a lot after going through this.”
The two entered the room to talk. Huwa asked Jiuling about his trip to Bashi Country. Jiuling said excitedly: "This time is really eye-opening. I made many friends, such as Panhu,
Tengjin, Tenghua, Shaomiao, Hanxiong... I also went to the capital and stayed in your house. Later, I was summoned by the monarch, and Mr. Gongzheng Shrike gave me another sign."
Huo Jiuling took out something, and Huwa couldn't help laughing when he saw it. It was the national worker's token of Bashi Kingdom. With Jiuling's cultivation level, it was okay to obtain the status of national worker, but he had
Non-Bashi monks do not live in the country and would not receive such courtesy under normal circumstances.
Jiuling not only brought the oral message to Bashi Kingdom, but also was summoned by the monarch. Of course, the young minister knew Huwa's experience during this period. He did this to give Huwa face. Jiuling, who has lived in the west all year round,
The demon cultivator in a deserted land was very happy when he was awarded the status of a co-worker of the country in the palace for the first time when he entered Ba Yuan.
In addition to giving Huwa face, Shaowu may also have other motives. His ambition is to unify the five countries of Ba Yuan and regard the people of the other four countries in Ba Yuan as his own people, so he does not mind granting the title of Nine Spirits. In addition,
On the one hand, he should also know that Jiuling is a disciple of a mysterious master, and of course he has the intention to show his kindness to his master, Mr. Qing.
Huwa congratulated Jiuling a few times, and then asked in confusion: "What's going on with this bump on fellow Taoist's forehead?"
Jiuling's forehead has a bruise around it and a big red and swollen bump in the middle. It looks like he touched it himself or was beaten by someone else. But he is a demon cultivator. If there is any injury, it will be on the original body and turn into a human form.
Later, his injuries could be covered up, and all he could sense with his spiritual consciousness was the loss of his spirit, so the appearance of a swollen bump on his forehead was really weird.
Jiu Ling chuckled slightly awkwardly and said: "This is a memorial, and it is also my practice, which makes fellow Taoists laugh."
Huwa asked in surprise: "What magical powers and secrets have you practiced to make yourself like this?"
Jiuling explained: "When I was in Bashi Kingdom, I first lived in your mansion in the capital, and then ran to your farm at the foot of Pengshan Mountain. Tengjin and Tenghua were also demon cultivators like me.
When I got up, I wanted to spar with each other, but I beat them both to the ground separately. Later, they both joined together, but I still beat them to the ground.
When Panhu saw this, he stopped attacking me and asked me every day for advice on the magic of demon cultivators' transformation. However, Hanxiong refused to accept it. He took a broken sword that had obviously not been refined yet and wanted to compete with me in swordsmanship. It was purely a sword competition.
Well, I'm just a little bit behind. Who calls me a disciple of Wu Fuqiu?
But the fight was not just about whose swordsmanship was better. I knocked him down and beat him to the point where he was convinced. When Hanxiong heard that you were fine, he was going to the south to be the city lord. He also invited me to do good deeds when I had time.
I am a guest in Sichuan City. Before he took office, he held a banquet in your farm and invited many people to drink. The wine was stolen from the palace by Shaomiao with a panhu.
Many monks came to Bashi Kingdom to show their support, and a dozen of them knew you. It is said that you had rescued them in Pengshan. There was a monk from Egongbao who heard that I defeated Hanxiong and drank too much.
He had to compete with me on the spot. It was my first time to drink. I was a little dizzy. During the contest, I threw him outside the manor and flew a long way.
Then the monks from all the sects here took turns to compete with me. I refused to accept anyone who came, and beat them all down one by one. Since I started practicing with my master, I have never really fought with anyone.
, you can’t attack those villagers, can you? This time it was quite enjoyable, I saw the magical powers of each sect, and I was invincible at the banquet, that’s how high-spirited I am!”
However, Huwa became more and more confused as he listened: "This has nothing to do with the bag on your head. Where did the bag come from?"
Jiu Ling, who had been beaming just now, lowered his head and whispered softly: "There was a fight between fellow Taoists. Of course I didn't hurt anyone. Except for the first time I beat out the monk who was under the guise of Goose, he had a big hit on his head.
Bao, who calls his sect name so unique? Later, all the people who came to me to challenge me were defeated, so my attitude was inevitably a bit arrogant. As you know, I have the temper of a lion! At that time, I asked everyone here——
Who dares to compete?"
Huwa asked: "What's the result?"
Jiuling said: "In the end, General Beidao, who had been watching the excitement and said nothing, stood up. I saw him holding a broken machete similar to Hanxiong. I heard that he also came down from Wufu Hill, so I asked him not to use sword skills.
, a contest of fists and kicks... Then I was thrown outside the manor door. As soon as I landed, I was picked up by General Beidao and thrown back into the hall.
The force he used was so strong and special that it could penetrate directly into the original body and stop the movement of the spirit for a moment. A big bump was knocked out of my forehead on the spot. Even if I turned into a human form, it would not disappear for a while."
Huwa frowned slightly, blinked and said: "Let me think about it, this kind of strength and this kind of technique can make the demon cultivator appear scars in human form... I understand what's going on. But also
It’s not like it can’t be eliminated even now, why would you come back with the bag on your back?”
Jiuling said with a look of shame on his face: "After I was thrown back into the hall by General Beidao, I woke up on the spot and felt extremely ashamed. I also saw the monk Goose Bao with a bandage on his forehead, and I could feel the feeling when he was thrown out by me.
My mood. Among Taoist friends, drinking happily and fighting each other are just for exchanges and verifications. You really can't do this without saving face.
I am very grateful to General Beidao, so this bag is a souvenir. At the same time, I also have new insights into the practice of transforming into a human form, so I did not change my body afterwards to eliminate this bag. Along the way, I experienced the difference between the transformation and the
The echo of the original spirit is wonderful. There seems to be a flash of inspiration in the soul. I keep this bag so that I can understand it carefully."
Huwa laughed out loud: "It seems that fellow Taoist has really realized something, and he did not receive this beating in vain. As for the strength used by General Beidao, I can also tell you how to use it. Once you learn it, you will be fine."
If you understand it thoroughly, it may be helpful to your future cultivation."
Jiuling was surprised and said: "So you also have that level of strength. Is this what Wu Fuqiu taught you?"
Huwa shook his head and said: "I don't know if the experience of General Beidao's skills came from Wu Fuqiu. He has learned a unique sword technique. He doesn't necessarily need to use a sword in his hands. The sword force is naturally in his fists and feet...
I saw this bag of yours, and I just figured out how to beat it out, and now I can teach you."
Huwa is a master of the Shape Swallowing Technique, and he already understands that it is just a way to penetrate the divine energy with force, so that the demon cultivator's human form cannot be changed temporarily. If it is used in a fight, it is not only against the demon cultivator, but also locked
The body and spirit exert energy from a distance. After the opponent is hit, the injuring magic power will continue to circulate for a period of time, and it is not just an instantaneous blow.
Huwa explained to Jiuling the wonders of this magical power. Jiuling can practice it on his own. For the demon cultivator, if he can wash his face successfully, it can help him better master the operation of divine energy and magic. Jiuling pondered all the way
Huwa solved the problem. The demon cultivator admired him very much and thanked him on the spot.
Huwa asked again: "I don't know when Senior Qing will be released from seclusion. I really hope I can have the opportunity to meet you. You invited me to treat the villagers. In the past two months, I have treated everything I can and can teach them."
I’ve tried my best to teach you, but what else do you want to ask me to help you with?”
Jiuling replied: "Actually, I don't know when Master will be released from seclusion. Are you in a hurry to leave?"
Huwa smiled and shook his head: "I'm not in a hurry. It doesn't matter if I stay for a while, but I can't stay here forever."
Jiuling: "Then you should stay for a while longer. Spring is about to begin. After the spring festival ceremony here, you can go back when spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. The scenery along the way is good, and maybe you can see me.
Master."
Huwa: "Spring Festival? I thought the people here didn't worship gods."
Jiuling: "The people here don't worship the gods in Ba Yuan. They sacrifice something that can be seen in the world, which is a tree in the mountain."
Huwa asked curiously: "Is there a sacred tree in the mountain?"
Jiuling: "It's in the mountains. It's called a sacred tree by the villagers. When you came, the winter festival had just passed, so you didn't see it. But in a few days, the spring festival will be held. The clan leader will definitely invite you to participate.
You’ll be able to see it then.”
The two talked again, and Jiuling said goodbye and left. He did not live in the village on weekdays, but only practiced in the nearby mountains and fields. At this moment, he was going to practice his newly acquired magical powers. If anything happened to Huwa, he would use his whistle to
Call, he will definitely hear it.
After Jiuling left, Huwa was very curious about the tree worshiped by the villagers. What kind of tree could be called a sacred tree? Could it be that there is also an unknown immortal tree growing deep in the Western Wilderness?
Medicine? If so, it must be owned by Mr. Qing, Jiuling’s master. But Huwa is not in a hurry to look for it in the mountains. Anyway, he will see it in a few days.
…
On this night, somewhere in the deep mountains, Jiuling was sitting under a tree, talking with a respectful expression. There was no one opposite him, but the voice could be heard in the soul. It was with his master, Mr. Qing.
chat.
Mr. Qing: "You have been cultivating in the wilderness for a long time. After a trip to Bayuan, you found an opportunity to run wild. The practice of trial and error between monks is not a fight between little kids in the village. Once you have learned the lesson, you can remember it in your heart.
Okay. Now that Mr. Peng Keng has enlightened you on the magical means you want to understand, don’t hold that bag on your forehead anymore!” (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!