"Ancestor Mingjian——"
A rush of hot blood rushed to his forehead, Liang Xiaoyu's pretty face turned red, and he shouted:
"The disciple is not lying! The disciple's longing for his cousin can be seen from the sky and the earth, and the sun and the moon can be seen. There is absolutely no deception! The disciple is willing not to have any relics of his cousin, but only asks the ancestor to figure out where her bones are buried so that she can The soul returns to its homeland and rests in peace forever!"
"There is another treasure in the hands of the disciple——" Without waiting for the ancestor's response, she hurriedly took out something from the ring and raised it high above her head:
"This object is the Rock Scripture, which can conceal the secrets of heaven. Even if it is a higher-level magic weapon, it can be counted and will never cause backlash! Please be merciful, ancestor, and count it for my poor cousin. .Eighteen years, she has been wandering outside for eighteen years, wuwu——"
Everyone looked curiously and saw a blue-gray disc-shaped object in her hand, the size of a washbasin. It looked like it was carved from some kind of stone, with a vicissitudes of life and a simple appearance. There are many concentric circles printed on it, layer after layer, some layers have more grids, some layers have fewer grids, and characters of different shapes and sizes are engraved in each grid.
In addition to practicing, most monks also take care of alchemy, talisman arrays, calculations and other side projects. Those present who were involved in the art of deduction immediately recognized that this was a magic weapon used for divination and deduction, but they did not know how powerful it was.
Ancestor Jiahe's eyes flashed, and he almost exclaimed!
The Panshi Sutra is indeed the Panshi Sutra!
The treasure left behind by the ancient Tianji Sect!
The function of this treasure is actually not to cover up the secrets as Liang Xiaoyu said. You have covered up the secret, how can you make deductions? It actually disrupts the relevant cause and effect before and after the monk completes the deduction, thus avoiding the exploration of the way of heaven and avoiding backlash.
However, its greater use is to gather spiritual accumulation in the process of deduction.
There has always been a saying in the world of immortality that "a person dies like a lamp extinguishing, and all thoughts return to nature." This means that any kind of spiritual life in this world, once the body dies and the Tao disappears, the spiritual things contained in it are the so-called The spiritual essence will return to nature and return to its original nature.
In fact, it doesn't necessarily mean physical death, even ordinary breathing and breathing will release some spiritual energy.
It's just that these spiritual accumulations of mortals, low-level monks, and monsters are of too low a level, their spirituality is too shallow, and they are extremely difficult to obtain, so they have little effect on the monks' practice. Therefore, in this world, except for some evil sects, few people go out of their way to collect these spiritual accumulations.
However, this object is the best medium for the art of deriving heavenly secrets.
These spiritual accumulations are scattered in the vast world. As time goes by, they drift farther and farther away. Some of them will be inadvertently absorbed by practitioners on the way. Generally, it will take dozens or even hundreds of years before they completely disappear and be annihilated.
The monks' deductions, including divination, etc., are actually collecting these lost spiritual accumulations by special means.
Thereby, one can judge what happened in the past, or determine the current status and location of the body based on the mysterious connection between the spiritual body and the body, and deduce his future movements.
This is derivation, which may seem mysterious, but is not surprising after being stated.
One of the characteristics of Panshi Jing is to collect spiritual essence, which is equivalent to a magnifying glass and can achieve a hundred times the normal effect. This not only greatly shortens the deduction time, but also increases the accuracy by ten times.
This is simply the treasure that any fortune teller dreams of.
However, since the battle in the Zhenyu Realm three thousand years ago, the Tianji Sect has disappeared from the world and is said to have returned to the Hongxuan Upper Realm. Treasures like the Pan Stone Sutra have never appeared again, and even their uses are gradually unknown.
Before the Great Tribulation, Jiahe Zhenzun had practiced the art of Heavenly Secrets for a period of time in the Tianji Sect, and he had some attainments, but he had always suffered from the lack of treasures like the Panshi Jing. Otherwise, why would he have to spend thousands of years looking for foundation-building disciples in Wanxuan Pagoda's unexplored star paths?
Isn't it because it can't be deduced?
Unexpectedly, I would see this thing in the hands of a descendant of the Liang royal family today!
This will be of great help to his actions in half a year!
"Where did this thing come from?" he couldn't help but ask.
After Liang Xiaoyu shouted those words, all the knots in his heart that had been pent up for many years were cleared up. At this time, his thoughts became clearer, and he no longer had so much fear when facing the dignified ancestor of the gods, and he answered in an orderly manner:
"This treasure was found by my disciple in the secret realm of Jiashan in my country eight years ago."
"Oh!" Jiahe nodded slightly, but there was a strange feeling in his heart: "Jiashan, Jiashan, could it be that the place is just like its name? It turns out to be the place of good destiny for me, Jiahe, haha!"
He suppressed his inner excitement and said calmly:
"Since you have such a treasure and are the first place in this competition, if I continue to refuse, it will appear that I am not keeping my word. That's all, that's all. For the sake of your deep love as sisters, I will do it for you. Let’s count it!”
"Thank you, Patriarch!" Liang Xiaoyu was overjoyed and quickly thanked him.
"Also, I have no interest in your sixth-level treasures. If I find their whereabouts, I will hand them over to you, Liang State." Jiahe continued.
Liang Xiaoyu was even more grateful. He choked with sobs and was speechless for a moment. He just kept kowtowing.
Under the high platform, the Liang envoys who originally thought that Liang Xiaoyu had said something wrong and that the sixth-level treasure was about to be missed, also had smiles on their faces, and they bowed their heads and handed over their hands to express their gratitude.
If it had not been stipulated that the people below were not allowed to interrupt at will, I am afraid that all kinds of grateful and flattering voices would have been pouring in like a barrage at this moment.
"But..." Jiahe changed the topic: "I also have a small request."
"Old Patriarch, please tell me that as long as this disciple can do it, he will die without mercy." Liang Xiaoyu responded quickly.
"How can you not give up even if you die?" Jiahe looked softly and said with a smile: "After the matter is finished later, how about lending this treasure in your hand to me for half a year to study?"
"This..." Liang Xiaoyu couldn't answer and turned to look at the audience for help. She can't make the decision in this kind of thing.
Liang Guozheng was an old man with gray hair and a late-stage Jindan monk. Seeing his ancestor's inquiring eyes, he couldn't help but be startled and looked troubled.
Ancestor Jiahe has a good reputation in the East Region and has never arbitrarily occupied the treasures of the people below, so they dared to take out this rare treasure, but who knows...
"Why, do you think that I will covet this treasure?" Jiahe said in a bad tone.
"Disciple doesn't dare, disciple..." Na Zheng was sweating profusely and hesitating, but he couldn't think of any suitable excuse.
"You don't have to worry too much," Jiahe said coldly: "I am true to my word. I said I borrowed it from you, and I will never keep it without returning it. In half a year, as long as I am still in this world, this thing will definitely be returned to you. .”
The True God Transformation Master has a lifespan of five thousand years, and Jiahe Ancestor is only over four thousand years old now, so he still has a long life to live. He said such words personally in front of so many people in the arena. Even if it wasn't a promise, the effect was almost the same.
Liang Guozheng put all his worries aside, feeling ashamed and grateful at the same time. The ancestor has such a high level of cultivation and is still so reasonable. The little thoughts I just had are really not on the table. They are too stingy!
Then he smiled brightly and said loudly:
"Disciple, I was disrespectful just now. Please forgive me, Patriarch. Patriarch can only use this treasure. I, the entire Liang Kingdom, will not hesitate!"
…
Jiahe Zhenzun took a futon and sat cross-legged on the high platform.
Most of the requirements of the Grand Competition champion were completed on site, and some were delayed to Wanxuan Tower. However, today, he did not want to delay for a moment.
After completing this task, this Panshi Sutra is in his pocket, and there are still many things waiting to be done.
He spread his fingers and grasped it, took the hair, essence and blood and other relics of Liang Xiaoyu from the girl's hand, and completely wrapped them in his true energy.
Then it was placed three feet above the Panshi Sutra, and with a gentle squeeze, the soul tablet cracked from the middle, and a cloud of gray-black smoke rushed out.
After the monk dies, the so-called soul tablet is broken, which means that the souls extracted from it change from being gathered together to being scattered everywhere, and are no longer a whole, but the jade tablet itself is not broken. Those scattered souls also continue to be sealed inside and will not escape.
Until now.
These escaping souls, under the control of the magic, circled towards the women's clothes. After lingering for a few times, it gradually disappeared, and the clothes slowly stretched up, as if there was an extra girl's body inside, shadowy and vague.
Then the jade bottle was opened, and a drop of blood slowly flowed out, turning into countless tiny blood streaks and sprinkling on the clothes. The girl's body suddenly solidified a bit.
Liang Xiaoyu felt so sad that she couldn't help covering her face and crying.
Finally, those hairs burned in mid-air, leaving behind a few wisps of smoke that drifted to the Pan Stone Sutra and attached to the circle in the middle.
At this time, Jiahe Zhenzun's face was as usual, his eyes were slightly closed, his right hand was placed on his chest, his left hand fingers were counting quickly, his lips were moving slightly, and he was completely immersed in concentration.
To deduce divination, even if you are a powerful person, you still need to concentrate and not be distracted by other things.
As the incantation progressed, the green smoke on the Panshi Sutra began to rotate slowly, and the speed became faster and faster. The initial few breaths only rotated once, and in a moment it was already rotating several weeks in one breath. After a while, I am afraid that the Golden Pill monk, The number of rotations could no longer be distinguished; it had almost become a continuous circle, vibrating outwards in circles.
Every time it rotates, the black circle becomes thicker. The darker the color, the richer the green energy.
These are Liang Xiaoyu's spiritual essences scattered between heaven and earth. If you could bring Jiahe's vision into view at this time, you would find that in front of the sea of consciousness are billions of stars, emitting very weak fluorescent light, overwhelmingly gathering towards this side.
Under the guidance of the Panshi Sutra and the incantation, the spirits gathered more and more, and soon the green smoke separated into a thin line and floated towards the clothes suspended above in an endless stream.
The image of the girl inside the clothes became clearer and clearer.
…
Most of an hour passed.
After the black circle reaches its deepest point, it gradually becomes lighter, and finally becomes completely transparent, and the thin lines that float towards the clothes are cut off.
Inside the clothes, the blurry girl has completely transformed into what Liang Xiaoyu looked like before she was alive. Her eyelids, nose, lips, and even every eyelash are all clearly distinguishable.
But his eyes were closed and his lips were slightly open, as if he was asleep.
The first stage of divination, gathering spirits, is over.
In addition to treasures, this stage also has requirements for cultivation. The higher the cultivation level, the farther the reach of spiritual consciousness is, and the more spiritual aggregation of living beings are collected.
With the help of the Panshi Sutra, this range can be expanded ten times.
Next, is the spirit summoning technique unique to Tianji Sect.
I saw Jiahe Zhenzun holding Yuan in front of his chest with both hands, stretching his arms and turning his palms, turning his waist and putting his hands on each other, and then struck the phantom Liang Xiaoyu with his palm.
The shadow suddenly shook a few times, but did not disperse, but there was a look of confusion on its face.
Then Jiahe placed his finger on the stone sutra and turned it a few times. The squares on it suddenly formed a time——
Bingzi Dingyou Dingmao
In the year Bingzi, in the month of Dingyou and on the day of Dingmao, it was exactly the fifteenth day of August eighteen years ago, the day when Mount Panxi collapsed.
It was also the day that Liang Guo deduced from the soul card that Liang Xiaoyu died.
The shadow stopped shaking, its body shook violently, and its eyes opened.
Deep, dark, painful...
At the same time, the last square on the stone plate representing time began to gradually change from midnight.
One moment of Zishi, two moments of Zishi... one moment of ugly time, one moment of ugly time...
The expression on Liang Xiaoyu's face also changed, panic, fear, joy, resistance...
This was exactly how many monks behaved before and after the secret realm collapsed that day.
Finally, Yinshi Sanji!
Liang Xiaoyu suddenly let out a silent scream, and seemed to see a giant round object sweeping past her waist, and then her delicate body bent backwards in an extremely weird posture.
This is the scene when Cang Min transformed into the body of a demon snake and injured her. Although no one explained it, almost every Liang Guo monk guessed the process by thinking about what happened at that time.
The expressions on the faces of the chief and deputy envoys showed that this woman was indeed killed by Cang Min.
But what they were really interested in was what happened next to the body. Why could it not be found later? Where did the ring go?
The summoning of spirits continues.
Liang Xiaoyu was lying on the Panshi Jingxu, her eyes were closed tightly, and her chest was still rising and falling slightly, obviously she was not dead yet.
The Panshi Jing continued to rotate at ten times the time flow rate at that time.
About half a quarter of an hour later, the girl's body suddenly rose into the air. From the change in her posture, it was obvious that someone was hugging her.
Liang Xiaoyu was overjoyed and seemed to see a glimmer of hope. He soon thought that his cousin was actually dead long ago. These were all things that happened in the past and nothing could be changed. He suddenly felt sad.
After a while, the delicate body fell back to the ground. It seemed that the injury was too serious and the man had given up.
Some people were secretly curious about who the person who picked her up and then gave her up was.
At this moment, Liang Xiaoyu's face suddenly became frightened and pleading, and finally she looked ferocious and began to curse!
Jiahe Zhenzun reached out and pointed at the girl's cherry lips. In an instant, the originally silent scene actually made a sound.
The woman's curse before her death immediately resounded throughout the venue:
"Senior, you, you are so cruel!"
"You, the Yunxiao Sect, will not die a happy death!"
Yunxiao Sect!
This person is from the Yunxiao Sect!
This person who refuses to save anyone is a senior of Yunxiao Sect!
"boom!"
The whole place was in an uproar!
Thanks to my old friend for not slapping me in the face and making me feel uncomfortable, the driver’s monthly ticket support!
Thanks to book friend 20210212100652287 for the reward!
Thank you Carrot!
