If Xu Lingzi accidentally ingested not Zhi Ling Cao, the main drug of foundation-building medicine that Maoshan Sect is short of, but some other spiritual substance, then it will be useless no matter how many secret methods the Maoshan Sect has, Xu Lingzi has the most
If the body is slightly tempered by the spiritual energy of the spiritual creature, most of the spiritual energy will be wasted, let alone building the foundation.
"Compared with the cultivation of Taoist friends, the poor Taoist is just a joke!" Xu Lingzi said. Although he didn't know the specific situation of Shi Zhong, his cultivation was definitely higher than his own. The hand he just performed was not his.
It can be compared, not to mention that he just sensed the aura leaking from the stone bell. Xu Lingzi was a little shocked. How many people in this world can successfully build the foundation!
"You are proficient in Maoshan talismans, which I cannot match. Moreover, Maoshan has a profound heritage. It is not like me who is just trying to figure it out on my own. You are incomparable!" Shi Zhong shook his head and said.
"Haha, I want to share it with my fellow Taoists, but my fellow Taoists also know it. Without the words of my master, Xu Lingzi would never dare to reveal even a single word!" Xu Lingzi looked embarrassed.
"It's okay, I'm just talking, there's no intention of coveting the Maoshan Talisman!" Shi Zhong shook his head.
When Xu Lingzi saw Shi Zhong acting like this, he felt even more sorry. This was his benefactor, and he could even ignore his essence in order to heal himself, but he behaved like this, which was really embarrassing, so he carefully reconciled
Shi Zhong talked about the principles of talismans. Although he did not explain a specific type of talisman, he explained the principles of talismans clearly, which made Shi Zhong very happy and listened with great interest.
From what Xu Lingzi said, I don’t know how long the Maoshan sect’s talisman technique has been passed down. Even its origin is not clear, but it has always been the highest classic in Maoshan. Once you practice the talisman technique deeply, you can exorcise gods and control ghosts.
It's just a trivial way to control wind and thunder to eliminate disasters and illnesses, and the principle is extremely simple. Just take yellow paper and cinnabar, put luck on the talisman, and write it. In fact, cinnabar is not necessary. It's just that cinnabar has been proven to be very spiritual.
, like the century-old peach wood, it is also very spiritual, but it is very rare.
"Driving gods and ghosts. Controlling the wind and holding thunder?" Shi Zhong murmured, looking at Xu Lingzi suspiciously, and Xu Lingzi smiled. He also knew that bragging was a bit big, but Shi Zhong saw that Xu Lingzi had just
Although Lingzi's Taoist Talisman is not as awesome as Xu Lingzi boasted, its power is indeed extraordinary.
"I just saw you use a paper talisman for the first time, and an iron piece for the second time. Why is that?" Shi Zhong asked, after all, there is a Taoist talisman expert standing here today. Can't you?
An opportunity to spread common sense is wasted.
Xu Lingzi stretched out his hand from his sleeve and held a piece of iron sheet in his hand. There were silver hooks and iron scratches on it, as well as traces of cinnabar. Xu Lingzi said: "It is extremely difficult to refine this kind of Taoist talisman. The success rate is
It’s less than one percent, and Pindao doesn’t have much in stock. He only has this one on him, and the master gave it to Pindao for self-defense!” After saying that, he handed it to Shi Zhong without hesitation, and Shi Zhong hesitated for a moment, then took it.
After careful consideration, I was very surprised. Under the induction of my spiritual consciousness, this ordinary piece of iron actually contained an astonishing mixture of the power of heaven and earth. If it were detonated, it would probably blow people to pieces.
of.
"I wonder if you have any exquisite Taoist methods that can open my eyes to poor Taoists!" Xu Lingzi said a little excitedly. He has been practicing in the world for so long, and even traveled around Europe. Today he finally met someone from the same Taoism.
It was inevitable to be a little excited.
Shi Zhong didn't hide his clumsiness. He smiled slightly, spread out one hand, and with a "Teng" sound, blazing white flames rose up. Xu Lingzi was so frightened that he quickly backed away and looked at the flames in Shi Zhong's palm in horror. He was so stunned that he couldn't say anything.
After a long time, he said: "The talisman of the poor Taoist is like a firefly under the bright moon. The Taoist Taoist who can control such a powerful flame is really... I envy you Taoist!"
Shi Zhong put away the pill fire and said with a smile: "If you want to, I don't mind telling you my feelings. If you feel sorry for me, I don't mind if you use Maoshan Talisman to communicate with me!"
"This..." Xu Lingzi was a little hesitant. To be honest, it would be a lie to not be moved. He has been building the foundation for fifteen years and is immersed in talismans. He originally thought that his Taoism can now be regarded as one of my generation.
Although an expert dare not say that he can exorcise gods and ghosts, or control wind and thunder, he is extremely skilled in attracting the power of heaven and earth. Unexpectedly, one mountain is higher than the other, and Xu Lingzi is amazed by how he controls the energy of heaven and earth's fire spirit with one hand.
Shi Zhong secretly laughed, not afraid that you wouldn't take the bait, and said: "You don't have to make a decision immediately, think about it carefully and report it to Master Yusongzi. In fact, in this world, you and I may be the only ones who can succeed in building the foundation.
You should know how painful it is to practice in today’s world, so we should share our experiences with each other..."
Wen Yu never thought that he, who was originally full of confidence, would be in such a mess. Not only was he injured, but he also lost two inner disciples. What made Wen Yu even more chilling was that his opponent was actually terrifying. With his diligent cultivation,
Fu Shen's decades of cultivation can't do anything to his opponent, not even forcing his energy and blood to activate.
"It seems that it is necessary to ask the master's nephew to come down the mountain in person!" Wen Yu thought to himself. Wen Yu is self-aware and he is definitely not that person's enemy. Moreover, the Maoshan sect has also intervened in this matter, so he needs the master's advice.
, Although the Maoshan Sect has declined now, it was once the leader of Taoism after all. Who knows if it has any background? Moreover, that Xu Lingzi actually succeeded in building the foundation, which shocked Wen Yu. There are no Taoist monks in this world who have built the foundation.
Success is not uncommon, but it happens to be from the Maoshan sect. Does that mean... there are still people from the Maoshan sect who have succeeded in building a foundation?
"Bang!"
Wen Yu's mind was completely absorbed in his own calculations, and he didn't pay much attention to the situation around him. When he felt something was wrong, he had already been punched in the chest, and his body retreated uncontrollably, feeling a little hurt. He raised his head,
Looking around, he saw a tall man in strange clothes standing in front of him.
"Baga!*&...%￥#!" The big man babbled a lot with a stern look on his face.
Wen Yu raised her eyelids and said in a voice that she could barely hear: "Samurai? Japan?" A terrifying light flashed uncontrollably in his eyes, but the Japanese samurai in front of him was still saying something angrily.
Wen Yu suddenly burst out, and his body suddenly appeared in front of the warrior. He slapped a palm and printed it on the warrior's chest. A clear "click" sound suddenly sounded. The warrior's chest was sunken, and incredible fear flashed in his eyes.
On the ground, there is no breath.
"Japs!" Wen Yu said in a gloomy voice, thinking of his mother who was stabbed to death by the Japanese, his sister who was humiliated and committed suicide, and the villagers in the village. Wen Yu did not expect that something crystal clear appeared in the corner of his eyes.
"Baga!"
The sound of rapid footsteps came. Wen Yu looked and saw a large group of warriors in warrior uniforms walking over. Seeing the dead warriors on the ground, they were extremely angry. They all pulled out their samurai swords and surrounded Wen Yu. Fortunately, here
It's not an urban area but a villa area, otherwise it would be in the Chengdu Daily. But even so, some passers-by saw this and ran away in horror and took out their phones to call the police.
Wen Yu was unmoved by the flash of the sword and sneered: "Here comes another one to die!" He was feeling aggrieved that he had nowhere to express. If these Japanese people came together and didn't kill them all, wouldn't they be sorry for God's arrangement? Wen Yu
His eyes opened and closed with fierce murderous intent.
The leader was an old man wearing a purple samurai uniform. He was short in stature and had a moon-style bun. Next to him, a middle-aged samurai whispered something into his ear. The old man nodded, and then the middle-aged samurai left.
Approaching Wen Yu, he shouted loudly in Japanese. The warriors surrounding Wen Yu put away their samurai swords, stood aside, and stared at Wen Yu angrily, as if to prevent Wen Yu from escaping.
Qianye Liuyue didn't expect that before he could reach a resting place, one of his disciples would be killed for no reason. He was a little angry, but he still followed Takahashi's words, killed this person and handed it over to the Chinese police. After all, this time China
This trip is a heavy responsibility, so it's better not to cause too much trouble. Chiba is actually unwilling to get involved in this mission, especially when he has to cooperate with a group of weird onmyoji, which makes him feel extremely uncomfortable. He has always been at odds with the Abe family.
But since the emperor gave the order, he had no choice but to obey it.
"Young man, why did you kill my junior brother?" Gao Qiao said to Wen Yu, speaking a bit stiff Chinese. He must have attended a Chinese training class today, which gave him a quick taste.
"Young man?" The corner of Wen Yu's lips raised. He was already in his eighties, but he was called a young man. Haha, it was a good title. He raised his hand and touched the baby-like skin that he had always been proud of.
What flickered was the coldness.
Seeing that the young man in front of him did not answer his question, Takahashi shouted: "Baga, I want to ask you a question!"
"I hate these two words the most!" Wen Yu suddenly raised his head. His eyes were red due to the fullness of energy and blood. When Takahashi subconsciously felt that something was wrong, he felt that there was another person in front of him, his eyes were red.
The young man was horrified and quickly pulled out his katana. However, as soon as the katana was drawn out, there was a sharp pain in his wrist. Wen Yu's palm slapped Takahashi's wrist, not only forcing the katana back.
There was a "click" from the scabbard, and the bones of his hand shattered. Takahashi didn't even have time to scream, and his sternum was sunken. The bones that penetrated the flesh and blood pierced his internal organs. Blood flowed out uncontrollably from his chest, and as his body exploded
It collapsed, and a large pool of blood instantly appeared on the ground.
"Crack...!"
The warriors once again pulled out the samurai swords in their hands and looked at Wen Yu in disbelief. Although Senior Brother Takahashi was not the most powerful among the disciples of the Da Zong family, after more than twenty years of immersion in kendo, no one dared to say anything.
This man actually managed to kill him within a few strokes... That's right, this man attacked first by surprise just now. Senior Brother Takahashi must have been careless and unprepared. Damn the Chinese, they are so despicable!
Old Man Chiba also had a look of surprise on his face, but he did not feel the pain of losing his disciple. The faces of several middle-aged men in black samurai uniforms next to him also looked like Old Man Chiba.
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