As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Zhiwei immediately became agitated and couldn't help but wanted to go out and give it a try.
Since you want to try such a lethal altar, you definitely can't try it in Daozang Hall.
Moreover, to open this altar, even if Zhang Zhiwei can simplify some steps, there are still things that should be present.
For example, you must have a magic sword, and a flying sword to kill demons. If you don’t even have a sword, you still have to kill a chicken feather.
Zhang Zhiwei walked out of the gate of Daozang Hall, and there was a middle-aged Taoist priest guarding the door.
He is the disciple of Zhang Yi, the old master in charge of Daozang Hall. Although he is more than one round older than Zhang Zhiwei, they are the same generation.
"Brother, where has your uncle gone?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
"Junior Brother Zhiwei!" the middle-aged Taoist priest said with a smile, "My master has gone back to rest. Junior brother, do you have anything to do with my master?"
"It's nothing, I'm just asking."
Zhang Zhiwei actually wanted his uncle to borrow the magic sword, but since he wasn't here, forget it.
In fact, speaking of magic swords, he also had one, but he put it on the shelf after it was consecrated. He didn't use it much, and he didn't know if it could still be used now.
Zhang Zhiwei left Daozang Hall, went to the Zhaitang to get some food, and then returned to his room.
There was an offering table, incense candles, and the memorial tablet of the ancestor in the parlor. Zhang Zhiwei lit three sticks of incense to pay tribute to the ancestor, and then took down the peach wood sword hanging on the wall.
This is something that every Zhilu disciple will have. Although it is a wooden sword, it has been opened to the light and nourished by Qi day and night, so its power is no less than that of an iron sword.
Of course, he was an ordinary Taoist priest. Zhang Zhiwei majored in alchemy and used slaps to beat people and ghosts. He had never warmed up this peach wood sword, so there was not much spirituality left in it.
In short, it is about to expire.
Looking at the peach wood sword that was covered with dust and dull in color, Zhang Zhiwei wiped away the dust on the surface and said to himself:
"It's okay, it's okay. It's not too late to make amends. Let's warm it up first!"
He immediately bit his finger, gathered energy on his fingertips, and quickly wrote a talisman on the peach wood sword.
After finishing writing, the peach wood sword in his hand had gained some red-gold light, and was no longer as dark as before.
Zhang Zhiwei exhaled, twirled his fingers, and wiped off the blood. With a thought, the structure of his body moved slightly, and the small wounds disappeared instantly.
After getting the magic sword, the most critical thing, Zhang Zhiwei began to set up the magic altar.
According to Daozang, to open this altar, you need to use a Dharma jar as a guide, a Dharma sword, a command flag, a tablet, a talisman, a seal... all kinds of tools are available, and then you can recite the scriptures orally and step on the steps. Only then can the magic altar be opened and the magic power of the flying sword be used to slay demons.
"It's so troublesome. No wonder not many people use it. If you use this method, the enemy on the opposite side will kill you three thousand times. It's only suitable for sneak attacks. It needs to be simplified."
"These steps are the minimum for opening the Dharma Altar. They are for novices who are serious about it. Let me see what steps can be simplified?"
After thinking carefully for a moment, Zhang Zhiwei had an idea in his mind. He immediately stood up and placed a gossip in the quiet room. He placed yellow paper, pens, ink, and swords around it, and then took the incense burner, talismans, and seals in front of the ancestor's memorial tablet and placed them.
When everything was ready, Zhang Zhiwei held a peach wood sword, stepped on the seven-star step, and recited the scripture:
"God Xuantian, the true talisman is edicted. Bless the Holy Lord^ Taiwei Haoying, shining through the eight gates..."
This is to step on the steps of Yu and recite the mantra.
After completing several operating procedures, Zhang Zhiwei began to set up the talisman.
Take out a piece of yellow paper, pick up the pen, dip it in ink, and start writing the talismans.
This talisman is the divine edict and the last step in the process of opening the altar.
After finishing writing, Zhang Zhiwei held a mahogany sword and held a sword flower, picked up the yellow talisman at the tip of the sword, and shouted:
"Hurry as the law dictates!"
For a moment, the yellow talisman was calm and natural, telling the gods in the dharma lineage.
Then, Zhang Zhiwei felt that in the dark, a huge and mighty god with disheveled hair and golden armor was standing with a sword. He turned his head and looked over. Under the long hair like a waterfall, his eyes were like lightning.
This scene shocked Zhang Zhiwei: "This... that is the Dharma lineage. The god in the Dharma lineage looked at me. Why did he look at me? I am an ordinary person. What is there for him to see?"
Just as he was in a trance, the mahogany sword in his hand came out, whistling loudly and hovering in the air.
The flying sword kills the magic altar, it’s done!
Zhang Zhiwei came back to his senses. The glance that seemed to penetrate the space just now made him feel a little nervous, and he began to think.
"Unkempt, with disheveled hair, looking like a bohemian and free-spirited person. Which god does this image come from?"
Zhang Zhiwei touched his somewhat disheveled hair and quickly had the answer in his mind.
"The first sentence of the scripture recited just now is Xuantian God. Xuantian God is also known as the Zhenwu Emperor, also known as the Dangmo Tianzun, and the Patriarch of Pifa. His hair is disheveled, and his image matches that of the god who commands the altar. , is actually the Zhenwu Emperor!"
"Emperor Zhenwu is the venerable god of Wudang. Could it be that I, a disciple of Longhu Mountain, gave him the order and stirred up a trace of his true spirit, making him a little surprised?"
Zhang Zhiwei frowned and thought for a moment, feeling that he shouldn't.
Although Emperor Zhenwu is the revered god of Wudang, in fact, all Taoist sects worship him, so there is no reason to be surprised.
"Forget it, don't worry about it. Although the steps are a bit simple, you still have to follow the rules. Just keep an eye on it!"
It is said that there are gods three feet above the head. Zhang Zhiwei looked up at the sky and murmured to himself:
"After all, you are an ancestor. Our place has been enshrining you for more than a thousand years. The Five Immortals Family of Shamanism tried their best to light incense, even if they lost their brains, they couldn't get much."
"And you are under the operation of Taoism. Every dynasty is conferring titles on you. You have been worshiped for thousands of years and you have so much incense. If you really have a spirit, then manifest it and wipe it out..."
"Forget it, it's just a trace of true spirit. It's unrealistic to expect you to wipe it out. How about you show up and teach me the magic sword technique, and I will help you wipe everything out and bring peace to China?"
After Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, nothing happened, only the peach wood sword was suspended in the air, making bursts of buzzing sounds.
"It was a wrong payment after all!"
Zhang Zhiwei complained and was not disappointed. He just made a few random comments on a whim and didn't expect anything.
Looking at the Taomu Sword floating in front of him, Zhang Zhiwei did not directly use the lightning method, which would destroy the Taomu Sword.
He circulated the innate heart fire Qi and Lung Metal Qi in his body, letting them disperse and interweave at the two ends of the peach wood sword, preventing the two Qi from gathering together to form lightning.
To achieve this step, it is a great test of the control of Qi. If most people want to do this, they are afraid that their sword will explode in an instant, but for Zhang Zhiwei, it is not difficult.
It may be a little difficult before you conquer the mental ape.
But now, his mind is strong and obedient, retaining its power without affecting the control of thunder method.
Therefore, he can operate more meticulously, integrating power and control.
Zhang Zhiwei fired more than a dozen innate fire energy and gold energy in succession until he reached the limit that the peach wood sword could bear, and then he stopped.
At this time, the image of the peach wood sword had changed drastically. It was emitting a dazzling blue light, and a large amount of heart fire energy and lung metal energy were flowing on the surface. However, the two energy flowed, but did not intersect, so no lightning flashed out for the time being.
“It’s a bit simple to think about, but it’s quite hard to do!”
Zhang Zhiwei exhaled a breath of turbid air and slowly brushed his fingers over the sword, letting the two energy converge into one.
"Sizzsssssssssss..."
In an instant, lightning flashed everywhere, like a thousand birds chirping, and the entire quiet room was illuminated by the blazing light of lightning.
The peach wood sword located at the center of the lightning is melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"After all, I still suffer the loss of the material. This mahogany sword is useless. I have to fight it out quickly. If the chamber explodes... um, no, it's the sword. Will my room not be blown into ruins?"
Zhang Zhiwei quickly made a magic spell and took the last step of flying sword to kill the magic altar.
"Kill the devil!"
In an instant, accompanied by thunder, the mahogany sword burst through the window with lightning wrapped around it.
Suddenly, there was thunder and wind, and the residual power spread to the windows in the room.
"Crash..."
All kinds of sawdust flew like stray bullets, and the smell of burning was all over the house.
After the flying sword passed by, what was originally a window had turned into a large black hole, as if it had been bombarded.
Not only that, the room was not much better, the furnishings were in a mess, the Bagua table was broken, and even a corner of the Patriarch's tablet was burnt black.
Zhang Zhiwei looked at everything in the room, dumbfounded.
After a while, he came back to his senses, patted his head with an annoyed look on his face, and said to himself:
"You're careless. If I had known it was so powerful, like a missile, I would have used a golden light spell to protect the room."
"But fortunately, I didn't use this in Daozang Hall, otherwise, master would have eaten me."
"By the way, out of desperation just now, I shot that 'missile' into the uninhabited old forest in the back mountain. There should be no one there at this late night!"
(End of chapter)
