In a daze, Wu Gen opened his eyes. The surroundings were dim and the remaining ashes were scattered, and he entered the tomb again.
Wu Gen looked helpless, stretched out his hand to catch a piece of ashes, and sat slumped on the ground.
Shaking off the ashes in his hands, he raised his head and shouted: "My dear, Daddy fell into this damn place again. Rescue me quickly. Otherwise, I will sue you for being unfilial."
Outside the small courtyard, Wu Mo, who was chewing on the rabbit leg, sneezed, mumbled something, and continued to focus on tearing the meat in his hands.
After shouting for a long time, Wu Gen found that he was still trapped in this space. In desperation, I had to follow the old rules and continue to open the door and fight the monsters.
This time, Wu Gen transformed into a strong young man. He followed the team while walking around carefully, and finally found a short stranger who seemed to have the weakest combat power.
He rushed over excitedly, and as soon as they met, the knife in Wu Gen's hand was almost knocked away by the opponent. I never thought that this stranger, who was a head shorter than Wu Gen, actually had hidden masculinity and was able to dance like a tiger with a long stick.
Within three moves, Wu Gen was already whining and scurrying away with his head in his hands.
Even though he knew he could start over again after death, the pain in his body was still solid. Moreover, Wu Gen also discovered that as long as he died once, he would feel depressed. I think dying here would be harmful to the soul.
In desperation, an idea flashed across his mind, and he remembered the pattern on the first page of the Yi Jing, and began to circulate his energy and blood according to the lines.
Fortunately, the body I am currently incarnating has no hindrance in the movement of my mind.
Suddenly, the body's energy and blood surged, and waves of warm fluids surged throughout the body. Wu Gen felt like he had the help of a god. His swords and fists were as light as flying and as heavy as thunder, moving smoothly and smoothly.
Gradually, the decline was gradually reversed, and there was even some strength left to fight back.
This feeling made Wu Gen extremely novel. It turns out that Wu Mo really didn't lie, and this meaning sutra does have its own magic. After fighting for a long time, Wu Gen gradually understood the meaning of the pattern.
These patterns do not describe specific moves, but a mental method that can stimulate the body's potential. However, the specific operation, how the Qi orifices are transferred and connected, and how the force is exerted is strong and weak, and needs to be carefully considered by oneself.
After understanding the key points, Wu Gen no longer thought about escaping, but instead hoped to fight his opponent for a longer time. This epiphany between life and death is far more valuable than daily careful consideration.
Finally, the opponent's long stick was knocked away.
Stepping on the stranger, Wu Gen looked up to the sky and laughed arrogantly, "Who else, who else dares to fight with me. Uh..." Looking down with difficulty, a spear pierced his chest.
Turning his head and glancing sideways, he saw a monster with a dog's head, hurriedly withdrawing his spear.
"Are there any morals or rules anymore?" Wu Gen muttered and fell to the ground.
When he opened his eyes, he was already back in the tomb.
Wu Gen stood up in a hurry, ran forward impatiently, pushed open the stone door and rushed into the battlefield again.
In this way, Wu Gen went back and forth more than a dozen times, but he was very interested. After many lives and deaths, the incarnation's survival time is getting longer and longer, and it is obvious that his strength has obviously increased. It is estimated that after dying a thousand times, I will be able to master the mental method of the first page.
But at this moment, the giant eye reappeared in the sky.
"No, I don't want to leave yet, I can still hold on." Wu Gen cried out in grief, but as soon as his vision went dark, he lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside the window, and he was still lying on the bed in the room, with the book still covering his face.
He quickly sat up, hid the book carefully, and hurried out to look for Wu Mo.
Sure enough, I found Wu Mo who had been waiting here for a long time in the kitchen.
Without saying anything, Wu Gen rolled up his sleeves and started cooking.
Scrape the rice pot again and again, and put even the broken rice into the pot. All the meat hidden on the beams was removed and stir-fried or steamed. It can be said that he used all his skills.
A sumptuous meal was served, Wu Gen invited Wu Mo to the top, with a flattering face, "Brother Wu, you are hungry, please take your time."
Wu Mo was not polite, his chopsticks flew up and down, his cheeks bulged high, and under the wind and lingering clouds, the table full of food was swept away.
Touching his swollen belly, he reached out and pulled off a branch from the broom, and slowly picked his teeth.
Wu Gen quickly served the locust leaf tea that had been brewed and carefully removed the rice grains on Wu Mo's clothes.
"Zi." Wu Mo took a comfortable sip of tea and looked at Wu Gen with a half-smile but not a smile, "Why, you don't want to be my father anymore. Last night, there was a little Wuzi on the left and a treacherous one on the right."
"Look, isn't it true that my teeth have been chewed during the past two days, and the wind has leaked out of my mouth? I feel sick in my stomach and I always go to the hut, and my eyes are panicked. I have no eyesight, and I don't know how to be an expert.
I just found out today that Brother Wu is a living god playing in the world of mortals. "Wu Gen didn't blush and apologized sincerely.
"Okay, if you can be soft or hard, you will definitely be a tycoon who will cause harm to the world in the future. If you have nothing to do, you will be courteous. If you have nothing to do, you will be a thief. Tell me, what's the matter?"
"What on earth is this Mind Sutra and why is it so powerful?"
Wu Mo twisted his beard and said slowly: "The world of the human body is like the universe, which contains the universe and is in harmony with the laws of nature. And the Qi orifice is the stars in the sky, and the stars have their own way of heaven.
The ancestors looked up to observe the images, looked down to observe the body, and studied the movement of the way of heaven before they completed the Sutra of Intention. For warriors, practicing this sutra can strengthen the soul and strength, resonate with the heaven and earth inside and outside, and become a powerful force for others. "
Wu Gen asked a little strangely, "Let's not mention the Mind Sutra for now. Since you were able to rescue me from the tomb, we know its origin."
Wu Mo clicked his tongue, shook his head and said: "Boy, you are so brave, you dare to enter that place without knowing anything. This place is an ancient battlefield, and many heroes died in the battle. Because of the heavy obsession, and the natural evil of this place , thus forming this strange place, which is called a ghost.
When a person's soul enters the ghost world, it will inevitably be contaminated by Yin Qi. In mild cases, it will become sluggish, and in severe cases, the body and soul will disappear. Moreover, all the remnant souls in this ghost are those who died in battle, and their evil aura is very strong. If ordinary people enter, their souls may be damaged.
If you experience life and death among ghosts and ghosts, each death will reduce one level of life fire. But ghosts don't appear all the time. They only appear occasionally on full moon nights. It will dissipate on its own after one to three days. If you are more stubborn, you will not die if you survive it. "
The more Wu Gen listened, the paler his face became. He hugged Wu Mo's thigh and burst into tears. "Brother Wu, I'm going to die. Do you know how many times I've died? For the sake of my brother, I will be on my grave in the future." Burn more paper money." He said and wiped his snot on his legs.
Wu Mo kicked him away, "Get away, you are so lively and energetic, you recognize the word "death", but the word "death" doesn't recognize you."
He scratched his head and said, "However, your kid's soul is very strong. After so many times, it doesn't have any serious problems. It's amazing, it's amazing. Could it be that the stones in the pit are smelly and hard."
Wu Gen still had a sad look on his face, "But once you get into it, you can't get out. No matter how tough my stone pendant is, I can't withstand this little bit of wear and tear. I will eventually die in it over time."
Besides, I was ordered to station here. If I escape, I will definitely be wanted throughout the world, and there will be no place for me in the Zhao Kingdom. "
"That's true." Wu Mo supported his head with one hand, groped for a long time on his body, and took out a bell, "On weekdays, I hang this thing above the bed when I sleep. If I get trapped in ghosts again, this thing will also come in. I want to exit. When the time comes, just ring the bell.”
Wu Gen took the rusty-looking bell and put the letter and doubts in his arms, "Why is it that in the ghost world, the mind is moving like flying, but when it comes out, it is obscure and difficult to understand."
Wu Mo sighed, "This matter of cultivation is also divided into talents. The person you incarnate in the ghost world cannot be said to be a master of martial arts. The Qi orifices are connected and the operation must be smooth.
However, in this world, the human body is like a stubborn stone, the Qi orifices are blocked, and it still needs to be sharpened and tempered, and it can only be achieved by a thousand exercises. Some people are limited by their innate nature and may not be able to practice it in their lifetime. Do you really think that this meaning sutra is just cabbage that cats and dogs can practice?
From now on, you should practice diligently every day and polish your skills little by little to see if you can enter the path of martial arts. This sutra of mine is divided into three levels, so there are three levels of heaven. The further it goes, the more difficult it becomes to practice it. Although the ghosts are a bit dangerous, entering them and sharpening them will help you understand the true scriptures. "
When Wu Gen heard this, he stood up suddenly, put his hands on his hips, and said energetically, "If you don't take what God gives you, you will be punished by God. Such a treasured land, God is really helping me. Hahaha, the world is small, and I will wait for my great achievements. Lao Wu, Wait, I will treat you to a big drunken party today."
As he spoke, he dug out two jars of old wine from under the locust tree in the courtyard. This wine was provided by the Xiang Army. Since no one wanted to come to the beacon in Huangzhong Ridge, the daily treatment was higher.
Hearing that there was wine, Wu Mo suddenly became energetic. He had been there for so many days, but he didn't find any clues. I didn't expect that there would be such a good wine hidden under the locust tree that I passed by every day. What a naughty kid.
He took out two black porcelain bowls and uncovered the mud seal on the altar. The wine in the altar was mellow and yellow in color.
The two of them sat under the locust tree and drank together without filtering. However, Wu Gen only tasted it briefly every time. After one bowl, Wu Mo had already drank three bowls.
After drinking for three rounds, Wu Mo's face turned red and his tongue was tied.
Wu Gen filled the bowl and asked casually: "This meaning sutra is so extraordinary and must be of extraordinary value. Where did Brother Wu get it?"
Wu Mo shook his slightly confused head and said, "What an extraordinary thing. If you want it, I can draw a dozen or twenty pictures every day."
Wu Gen gave a thumbs up, "Sure enough, Brother Wu has hidden magic, but is there any other way to show it to him?"
Wu Mo waved his hand, "It's easy to say, I want to thank you properly this time, brother. In the past, when I sold scriptures on the street, I could only sell them for one or two pennies. Tomorrow I will draw seventy or eighty pictures for you to thank my brother for these Day treat.”
"Thank you so much, Brother Wu, huh? Seventy or eighty pictures...you drew this blindly, you liar, give me back the wine." Wu Gen rushed forward, grabbed Wu Mo's beard and beat him wildly.
"Help, I killed someone, I want to report it to the official." A shrill voice echoed in the valley.
"I am an official, and I must punish you for deception today."
In a few days, Wu Mo is really going to leave. According to him, his cultivation is accomplished in the mortal world. There is no food, no wine, and no women here, which is useless for cultivation.
Wu Gen sent him ten miles away but still refused to return. Although he and Wu Mo were fighting each other these days, Fengsui became a lot more lively when he was here.
Wu Mo stopped and said with a smile: "But you are reluctant to let me go. We are all travelers on the reverse journey in life. We don't know when we will see each other again. It's better to follow me to explore the world and see the colorful world outside. Don't waste it. Shaohua.”
Wu Gen took out the last jar of wine and threw it over, "Go away. If you can't survive, you can come back. But don't fool others by writing random secrets. We'll say goodbye now, and we'll see you again next year. Go well."
After taking the wine, Wu Mo laughed loudly, waved his hand gently, and his figure gradually moved away.
Wu Gen looked at his back and bowed deeply.
Wu Mo looked cynical, but through these days of contact, he also knew that he was extraordinary.
Every time he enters the ghost world, the bell presented by Wu Mo can actually appear in that space together. If he wants to return, he can wake up with a gentle shake.
Even the meaning scripture that Wu Mo claimed to have drawn blindly had benefited from it after being transformed into fighting again and again.
These days, I have been testing him in every possible way, but Wu Mo, an old fox, has never shown any clues. Even when he was bullied by me, he just acted like a fool.
Returning to the courtyard, Wu Gen began to rearrange the surroundings. If he enters the ghost world and his body is outside, wouldn't he be easily plotted by others? It would be better to set up some means.
As the days passed, Wu Gen not only patrolled and hunted, but also practiced boxing and swordplay. According to what Wu Mo said, if you practice every day, you will gain strength. If you don't practice, you will be empty. A scholar can achieve success by reading thousands of books, and a martial artist can gain entry by punching thousands of times.
With the help of Gui Xie, he was gradually able to operate the first level of the mind. Although he was still stumbling, his will gradually became complete, and there was a trace of fist intention in his movements.
On this day, Wu Gen boarded the beacon and looked around at the movement. Although this place was deserted, since he was ordered to station here, he couldn't get his salary for free.
After staying for a long time, he was about to turn around and go downstairs when a small black dot appeared in the distance and headed straight for Barren Tomb Ridge.
Wu Gen reached out and counted with his fingers. It was probably not the day to deliver food yet. How could someone come here alone? In doubt, he got off the beacon and hid in the courtyard to wait.
After a long time, a cursing voice came, "Damn Zhang Yuan, you have to let me come here. This ghost place is full of wind and wind. Living here will not kill me."
Wu Gen was delighted when he saw that the person who came was none other than Mo Xin, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
When Mo Xin saw the legendary haunted yard, he got off his horse early and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brother Wu Gen, I'm here to see you. Come out and pick me up." Mo Xin's shout echoed in the valley, There was no response from the hospital.
After waiting for a long time, Mo Xin hesitated, not knowing whether to leave or stay, and shouted in a trembling voice, "This is me, brother. Mo Xin, come out and pick up my brother. I'm going to pee with fear."
The mountain breeze blew gently, blowing a few dead leaves, but everything was still silent.
"Brother, don't scare me. Brother is coming in to see you."
Suddenly, a loud and quiet voice came from the courtyard, "I died so miserably, come down and stay with me."
Mo Xin screamed loudly, turned around and ran back, but as soon as he took two steps, his feet were caught by a rope in the grass, and his body was hung upside down under a tree. Frightened and frightened, he fainted.
These traps were all set by Wu Gen and were placed densely around the courtyard.
Seeing that the fuss had gone too far, Wu Gen quickly went out and rescued him back to the hospital. After waiting for a long time, Mo Xin finally woke up. Just as he was about to shout, Wu Gen held his mouth shut and said, "I'm still alive, so don't scream."
Mo Xin's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to test Wu Gen's breath, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "You are such a wicked thing, you can kill people if you scare them."
Seeing that Mo Xin was really angry, Wu Gen apologized repeatedly. After he calmed down, he asked what the purpose of this trip was.
After Mo Xin finished speaking, Wu Gen asked in surprise: "Why do you want me to go? No, I don't want to go anywhere except Huangzhong Ridge."
