Under the cyan Taoist base, the cyan spiritual liquid quietly turned into black and white spiritual liquid as the mind circulated, slowly and regularly rotating in the Dantian according to the pattern of Tai Chi.
The rich vitality and the deep death aura are distinct and harmonious.
Light and death flow within the Dantian.
The first step in getting started is to generate the two qi of life and death, yin and yang, in the Dantian, which rotate endlessly.
As one of the Sanqing Mountain Zhenshan methods, it naturally has its own merits.
First of all, the spiritual power in the body can be transformed at any time. Whether it is wood-attribute spiritual power or the energy of life and death, it can be changed at will.
Secondly, it is also the most heaven-defying existence. When the golden elixir is formed, the twin elixirs are condensed. When the Nascent Soul is formed, the twin infants are condensed!
All the foundations are twice those of ordinary monks.
Of course, the difficulty of practicing is also more than twice as high.
In Ten Thousand Tombs Mountain, three months have passed since the chaos caused by the birth of Ghost Heart Lotus.
In the past three months, Lingchu also successfully used the ghost heart lotus seeds and the abundant yin energy of Wanfen Mountain to transform the death energy and form a flow with the vitality.
The moment the two qi of life and death successfully circulated, Lingchu could clearly feel that his Dantian had been expanded a lot again. Moreover, the two qi of life and death had special properties, and Lingchu was very much looking forward to their power.
Putting away the formation, after three months in Lingchu, he finally walked out of Ten Thousand Tombs Mountain.
Arriving all the way to Zhongyuan Town, the storm of Ghost Heart Lotus had long since disappeared, and Zhongyuan Town had returned to its normal state.
With the appearance of a charming woman, Lingchu, wearing a red dress, walked into the guest house again after three months.
Different from three months ago, there were no customers in the guesthouse, and business was very bleak.
The middle-aged shopkeeper stood behind the counter and saw a customer entering the inn. The expression on his face was neither happy nor listless, but a kind of fear.
fear?
Lingchu's mind was trembling, and he had an intuition that something was wrong. He paused slightly as he stepped into the threshold, and he was keenly aware of a wave of spiritual consciousness that was so weak that he could hardly feel it passing through his body.
This spiritual consciousness is very powerful.
If it weren't for the fact that he had no intention of covering it up and was using his spiritual sense unscrupulously to check, Lingchu might not have noticed it at all.
With the intensity of spiritual consciousness in the middle stage of spiritual foundation building, it is possible to reach this level of spiritual consciousness.
Jin Dan Zhenren!
On the first day of the new year, my mind was filled with thoughts.
His feet landed within the threshold, but he continued walking into the inn without stopping.
This Master Jin Dan who came for unknown reasons has not shown any malicious intent yet, and she does not know the purpose of his visit. If she rashly turns around and leaves, Lingchu is even more afraid that this will anger Master Jin Dan.
Moreover, even if Master Jindan unleashes his spiritual consciousness unscrupulously, judging from Lingchu's early stage of foundation building, normally he would not be able to detect Master Jindan's spiritual consciousness at all. If he leaves, it may cause unnecessary trouble. trouble.
The moment he entered the inn, Lingchu kept a slight smile on his face, sitting on a chair by the window with a casual and arrogant attitude. He tapped the table with his delicate hand twice and said casually, "Housekeeper, feel free to serve some food and wine." .”
The shopkeeper's face was stiff and he responded solemnly, "Okay, sir, please wait a moment."
The shopkeeper's hands and feet were quite nimble, and in just half a cup of tea, he prepared three dishes and one soup and placed them neatly on the table.
It's all mortal food.
There was a hint of disdain in Lingchu's eyes, and he didn't even pick up the chopsticks.
For monks, eating food without spiritual power is a waste of time. Therefore, according to normal monk thinking, not eating mortal food is a normal reaction.
"Tell me, is there anything lively going on in Zhongyuan Town recently?" Ling Chuyu held her chin with her hand, trying her best to ignore the vague consciousness lingering around her, looking at her with a superior look. The shopkeeper's.
He looked down upon ordinary people.
The shopkeeper held up his sleeves, hunched his back, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his backhand. He was thinking about the murderous maniac upstairs, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to show it at all.
Hearing the woman's question, the shopkeeper forced a smile and said, "There hasn't been much going on lately. Even three months ago, it was lively for a while. I occasionally heard one or two words, as if some lotus flower was blooming. I don't know. How can lotus flowers bloom in this weather, let alone in a place like ours where no grass grows."
As for the arrival of a murderer, the shopkeeper didn't even dare to mention it. The murderer seemed to be an immortal master. Although he was not in front of him, he knew what you said and did.
It's really terrible.
Therefore, even downstairs, the shopkeeper did not dare to say anything. He looked at the woman and thought to himself, finish eating quickly and leave. If he stays, he is afraid that the murderer will kill again.
After asking, Lingchu nodded thoughtfully, threw out a piece of silver, and stood up to leave.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Just when Lingchu was about to step out of the inn, a powerful pressure pressed on Lingchu.
"Fellow Taoist, how about we stay and chat?"
The gloomy voice seemed to contain stones, and it was very hoarse and unpleasant.
At the beginning of his life, goosebumps appeared all over his body, and his instinctive defensiveness arose.
The spiritual energy in the body is flowing, and he is ready to escape at any time.
"Junior didn't know that senior was here, so he caused too much trouble, so he left now. I hope senior can forgive me." Lingchu calmed down his expression and bowed his head respectfully.
"hehe."
Low laughter echoed in the inn. A monk in black robes appeared in the center of the lobby, holding a bright red heart that was still beating in his hand. He slowly pinched his fingers into the heart, and strands of bright red blood flowed down it. Pale fingers dripped onto the floor of the inn.
Evil practice.
Lingchu's heart sank. He was an evil cultivator, but he was not a righteous monk. He never paid attention to morality. He was very murderous and had a very unstable temperament.
"Little girl, since you are sincerely apologizing, why not show your true face first?"
The black-robed monk was in the middle stage of the Golden Core. Although he could not see through the woman's true appearance, it was still easy to see through the fake appearance of the little Foundation-Building monk in front of him.
Lingchu secretly gritted his teeth. If he was a righteous monk and showed his true face and revealed his identity, it might still be useful.
But this is evil cultivation, and everything is hard to say.
Before going out, the senior brother once told her to learn to identify monks. For some monks, you can move them out of the disciples to scare them, but for some monks, it will be more dangerous if they tell the origin of the sect.
For example, a demonic cultivator who enjoys hunting down righteous monks.
Another example is the evil cultivator who has an unstable temperament and is moody.
"What? Don't want to?"
As the black-robed monk lowered his tone, the pressure on Lingchu became even heavier, until Lingchu turned pale.
