"I don't understand." I didn't understand what the old man was trying to say at all, so I shook my head and spoke frankly.
"Don't understand? You don't want to understand, right?" Uncle Chen said and smiled bitterly. Then, he dismissed all the fellow Taoists who came to help and turned to me and said, "You have to know that you are different from ordinary people.
But some monsters and ghosts are very greedy for things. They escaped this time, but they may not be so lucky next time. You must be careful when you act in the future."
"Still don't understand." The more I listened, the more confused I became. I looked at him helplessly. This time, Master Chen Jiuxuan was also speechless. He pinched his waist and asked me, "How can you still know?"
What do you want? Could it be that your master didn’t tell you about this when he asked you to practice the "Burning Heaven Technique"?"
"Are these the flames you are referring to?" I seemed to understand something. I spread my hands, and a ball of white flames appeared in the palm of my hand. It was only more than an inch away from my palm. Master Chen was a little surprised when he saw it, and then stretched out his hand.
He reached out and tested my flame, then asked: "White flame?"
"Yeah." I nodded, with a frank look on my face.
"How can it be white... It shouldn't be like this..." Uncle Chen said, obviously a little confused. When she said this, I shrugged and explained: "About this
I know a little bit about the color of flames. I think it's mainly because I don't have enough practice and it's difficult to distinguish the various attributes in flames. All kinds of flames blend together to become what they are now.
Already."
I said, and used my other hand to flick the flame twice, once to the left and once to the right. At the same time, the white flame slowly separated as if it was being induced, and it lasted for more than ten seconds.
After a while, the color of the white flame slowly faded like a ball of white paint.
Then, it transformed into red, yellow and blue in a completely different trajectory. When he saw these three will-o'-the-wisps-like things, Lei Zhengui, who was about to leave, also walked over with a frown on his back.
One hand is habitually posed. At first glance, it really seems to be holding some fairy roots.
"The flames are divided into three colors. It's not easy." He said, looked at me playfully with a smile, then turned around and left. Seeing this mysterious guy, I was speechless. I turned around immediately and saw Uncle Chen.
His face was gloomy and uncertain. I didn't know what he was thinking. He flicked out the three pillars of fire in his palm with a wave of his hand, but he waved his hand and motioned for me to walk over with him.
At this time, those elusive masters in the corner had disappeared. Uncle Chen and I were the only ones on the street. After a while, Uncle Lin, who seemed to have noticed something, also hurried over. The two old men walked aside and whispered a few words.
Then, the second elder stood still and said to me: "How many pillars of fire are behind you now?"
"Three." I said, pointing behind me, because the pillar of fire was actually very obvious, and anyone could see it as long as they could open their ghost eyes.
"I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about how many people you have at most when you are condensing spiritual energy." Uncle Chen said, as if he was very concerned.
"Normally speaking, there are still three. I can barely do it, but I can have five. However, this does not last long. Moreover, now I can only activate spells below 'Broken Thousand Catties'. Higher-level spells
It's absolutely impossible to do it." I said and shrugged, but the two old men were obviously surprised after hearing this. Uncle Lin came over, looked up and down, and then said: "Why, it's a bone-breaking thing.
You know it all!?"
"In combination with practice and actual combat, I released it six times in total. The spiritual energy condensed in the first five times was relatively small, so it was not very powerful. The sixth time, I met a mortal enemy and released it all at once, almost killing myself." I said.
He stood and pointed to his arm.
"Which sworn enemy?" Uncle Lin said and quickly interjected.
"That's the monk in the red robe. He was the neighbor of Mr. Chen Daoling in the past! I heard that his nickname is Blood Evil Tathagata. As for his origin, I can't tell clearly.
The last time I went into the mountains, that is, the time when Master Jiu got into trouble, I fought with him. If Ding Ling hadn't risked his life to throw a grenade at him, I'm afraid I would have died in his hands."
"That's it." After hearing this, the two old men looked at each other, and then they all fell into silence. Seeing that they seemed to have no intention of continuing the topic, I frowned slightly and asked them: "Uncle Masters, don't you want to
Just play riddles with me, okay? If you have anything to say, please just say it.
, I just want to know, who is that old woman just now, and why is Yao'er following her? What does it mean that she suddenly appears and disappears suddenly? Also, what do you mean when you come here? If you want to save me, then,
Why not attack her now and take her away directly."
After saying these words, I actually couldn't remember how many questions I had asked. However, the two old men did not show any signs of fatigue because of these many questions. They leaned against the corner of the alley.
, lit two cigarettes, and then, one leaned to the side and the other squatted at the base of the wall and slowly blew out the smoke and said to me: "You may not know now,
However, we must remember in the future that in this world, capable things are often not just one or two. For example, we Taoist priests can also distinguish different schools such as Maoshan, Qingwei, Quanzhen, and Zhengyi.
When you encounter something that is particularly difficult to deal with, you have to be even more careful, because you have no idea how many people are involved behind them."
Uncle Chen said, glanced at me, and then said: "I also know a little bit about the Blood Fiend Tathagata. Has anyone told you that this person has been entangled with Mr. Chen Daoling for a long time, and they are indistinguishable?
?I tell you, those are all illusions. Who is Uncle Chen? His Taoism is ridiculously high. Even if the leader of Maoshan comes down from the mountain,
You may not be able to beat him. If you really put down your identity and fight with him to the end, who can say that you and he are equal? Those are all deceptive statements. Let me tell you, the reason is that he
The reason why the old man has to spend so long with someone is entirely because he is afraid of the huge power behind the monk, so he hesitates..."
"Power?" I suddenly grasped the key point, and I leaned over and whispered.
"Well, power, a powerful force that can compete with the entire Maoshan." Uncle Chen said, raising his eyelids and glanced at me.