Xiao Ran flipped through Guiyuan Jue, which contained more than 5,000 words, with detailed annotations for each sentence.
There is more than one person who wrote the annotation. Judging from the name, there are monks, Taoists and laymen. It can be said that the Guiyuan Jue has been analyzed thoroughly. The person who created the technique will not be so comprehensive.
Born with spiritual pupils, his cultivation talent is second only to the Tianling Root. Xiao Ran recited it twice and then tried to practice.
Sensing the meager spiritual energy between heaven and earth, it circulates along the meridians and is refined into mana that gathers in the Dantian.
At the end of a week, half an hour has passed since I woke up from practice.
Mobilizing a few strands of magic power in his dantian, which is completely different from martial arts energy and blood, Xiao Ran's mind is rolling like a stormy sea.
"Is this cultivating immortality?"
"Yes, this is cultivating immortality."
Zhou Yi couldn't help but admired, people are really incomparable, it's no wonder that the head of the Immortal Dao Sect has the most important qualifications.
The mind can be tempered and evil thoughts can be overcome, but the talent given by God cannot be changed.
In the world of immortality, those monks with low spiritual roots who counterattack either have incredible understanding, have monster minds, or have amazing luck and are not universally applicable.
Xiao Ran tried his best to calm down. The chat group he joined when he was in the second grade of middle school actually got mixed up with real immortals.
"True Lord, why did you teach me the immortal method?"
"Pindao looks quite pleasing to the eye, and it's because your surname is Xiao."
Zhou Yi asked: "Do you know the story of Taoist Master Xuanxiao who conquered the devil?"
Xiao Ran nodded and said: "According to the records of the Taoist sages, in order to save the world, Taoist Lord Xuanxiao fought tooth and nail to kill two world-destroying demons, and was finally transformed and ascended by the incense of all people!"
"Xuan Xiao also has the surname Xiao. I hope you can be like Dao Lord."
Zhou Yi said: "Pindao has never been a good person, but he has always believed that good deeds will be rewarded!"
Xiao Ran looked solemn, bowed and saluted.
"I will definitely live up to True Lord's expectations!"
"You can try to contact Li Chao, who is Li Tianwang in the chat group."
Zhou Yi reminded: "He is an expert in martial arts and has a jealous temper. A few days ago, he encountered a powerful man teasing a young girl and broke three of his legs. He is wanted on patrol."
Xiao Ran nodded first, then said depressedly: "Why is this happening again?"
"Probably because too many things happen, everyone will encounter one or two, and most of them just turn a blind eye and pass by."
Seeing Xiao Ran's expression of disbelief, Zhou Yi counted with his fingers for a moment, but in reality his consciousness swept across dozens of miles.
"In Yongxingfang in the north, in the back garden of Chen's mansion, a young man kidnapped a drunk girl and went back. Pindao cut off his kidneys. You can go and take a look now!"
"good."
Xiao Ran looked through the book of Guiyuan Jue and selected the Transformation Jue among the spells in the appendix at the back.
As the mana circulates, the muscles and bones shrink rapidly, turning into a five-foot-tall dwarf, leaping and disappearing into the night.
"well……"
Zhou Yi shook his head and sighed. The woman in his consciousness was dead, and the Chen family was burying her in the back garden.
The higher the level of monks in the world of immortality, the more likely they are to fall into the devil's path, in which spiritual consciousness is one of the important factors. I have seen too much darkness in the world. It is like staring into the abyss all the time, and one day I will merge into it.
"No wonder they are cultivating in deep mountains and old forests. The benefits are not just spiritual energy."
Zhou Yi recited the Qingxin mantra silently and continued to write and draw on the paper, his consciousness locking Xiao Ran's whereabouts at any time.
Half an hour later.
Xiao Ran broke into Chen's house, beat the murderer to death, and fled with the woman's body in a hail of bullets.
Today, Chen's guards' marksmanship is a little off, and all of them have become masters of strokes!
…
The end of the year is here in a blink of an eye.
The number of people on Zhuangyuan Street has increased significantly, and the deserted pawnshops have a few more tourists.
The formation restriction can only slightly deflect the line of sight, which is not to say that it cannot distort people's consciousness. It's just that you are the only one in the busy street who is empty, but you have become the most conspicuous one.
Tourists walked into the pawn shop and found that it was empty with only the counter and Taoist priests, which was no more interesting than the antique shop next to it.
For example, last week's bronze tripod, the bicycle ridden by the Holy Emperor, the relics of Buddhist monks, and the porcelain bottles with beautiful patterns. Even if you know they are fake, you will still spend money to have fun when you go out to play.
"We have guests today."
Zhou Yi calculated with his fingers and decided to comply with public opinion and put a shelf in front of the counter.
Most of the shelves contain Buddhist and Taoist books, and occasionally there are copper tripods and porcelain vases made at random. They are arranged according to mysterious rules, making the shop look antique.
The hustle and bustle of the day died down.
Night falls.
Zhou Yi's fingertips were gleaming with fire, and he carved the fine iron into the shape of a mobile phone. After thinking for a while, he refined it into a ring.
"The monks don't need to look at the screen of their mobile phones. They can use their magic power and spiritual consciousness to replace their eyes. Just like using a storage magic weapon, they can send text messages as soon as they think..."
After more than half a year of understanding, Zhou Yi translated the mobile phone system step by step, finally replaced all of them with forbidden textures, and was refining the first mobile magic weapon.
At this time.
An old man in a long gown with a white beard came in from the door. His eyes were a little dazed. He sat across from the counter and watched Zhou Yi cast a spell.
"Are you a god?"
"no."
Zhou Yi said: "But you are indeed a ghost!"
"Ghost? So I am a ghost!"
The old man looked into Zhou Yi's eyes, like a whirlpool, with images of his life constantly emerging. He saw two consecutive days and two nights of surgery, lying in the corner and dying in a deep sleep.
There is no pain and no consciousness.
"My original name is Liu Hong, why did I turn into a ghost? And why are I here?"
"There are many reasons why people die and become ghosts. Most of them are obsessions. For example, you are still thinking about the patient."
Zhou Yi explained: "Pindao has seen a lot of darkness in recent days. He wanted to find a kind person to talk to and neutralize the depression to avoid giving birth to inner demons, so you came!"
This is just an excuse. A mere golden elixir cannot make your wishes come true. The real reason is still attracted by spiritual energy.
Zhou Yi practiced the sect's secret technique to confine the magic power in his body. However, the spiritual energy gap between the Jin Dan Zhenjun and Mo Fa Jue Shi was too large. No matter how they were banned, some of them would naturally escape.
The place where the True Monarch is is a blessed land of its own, and the aura is even richer than the core of the spiritual veins today.
Liu Hong was silent for a long time, unable to understand what the Taoist priest said, so he just thought it was a strange person acting strangely.
During his lifetime, he was a well-known doctor in the industry and had believed in birth, old age, illness and death for decades. Suddenly he discovered the mystery of the soul and almost had the urge to dissect himself.
"So what should I talk to you about?"
"Anything, such as medicine, Pindao is also quite proficient in it..."
When Zhou Yi was talking, his cell phone made a beeping sound, and he made a gesture of sorry for waiting. When he opened the cloud chat message, a beautiful woman's profile picture was flashing.
Game, Thirty-six C, Enthusiasm, 25, Number 9: "Brother Bailong, please help me score!"
Zhou Yi skimmed over the lengthy notes and immediately knew who the other party was. He replied without changing his face: "There are customers in the store today. I will take you to the emperor tomorrow."
No. 9 sent a voice message: "Brother Bailong, I need it now."
Pictures, pictures, pictures.
Liu Hong was dumbfounded. The Taoist priest's mysterious and immortal energy in front of him collapsed, and he instantly fell into a secular mortal. He lost all fear in his heart and said meaningfully.
"According to my many years of medical experience, either the photo is fake or the appearance is fake!"
"Ahem, cough, cough, just be happy, don't be too serious."
Zhou Yi's face was slightly red, and he put his phone upside down on the counter, but in reality he was chatting with No. 9 using his spiritual consciousness.
"Understand, understand."
Liu Hong kept winking and winking, only finding it quite interesting. Looking back on the anecdotes he had heard during his lifetime, there might be existences like Taoists.
"Let's talk about medicine!"
Later, Zhou Yi and Liu Hong discussed medicine, from modern times to ancient times, from the body to the soul.
One is an old geek with knowledge of the past and the present, and the other is a new geek with superb medical skills. They can argue for half a night with only four words: "Medicine and Saving People", and before you know it, it will be dark.
Middle of the night nonsense.
"Old Liu, how about you stay a few more nights?"
Zhou Yi's meaning is still unfinished: "Pindao once read an ancient book written by a famous doctor in Daqian, which recorded more than a dozen lost secret recipes."
"I'll go see my son before dawn so that I can enter reincarnation earlier. Maybe I can see my wife who passed away the year before last."
Liu Hong shook his head and refused, with a calm expression: "Before death...no, meeting the Taoist priest after death can be considered an adventure!"
Saying goodbye, he bowed his hands and left the pawn shop.
Zhou Yi pinched the magic formula with his hand and used the Buddhist secret technique of reincarnation. A bit of mystical light fell into Liu Hong's body. In the next life, he might be able to overcome the mystery in his womb and inherit his wisdom.
The secrets of Buddhism are even weirder than those of magic. The Book of Changes is not sure what the specific effects will be.
According to records in Buddhist classics, eminent monks with countless good deeds during their lifetimes seem to be more likely to awaken to the wisdom of the past, and their merits and deeds will be rewarded implicitly.
"Buddhist scriptures and techniques are covered by clouds and mountains, and I am not afraid that future generations will learn them incorrectly and fall into the devil's path!"
Zhou Yi spat hard, and his spiritual sense sensed the spiritual energy near Caishikou. It was so thin that it was almost undetectable. However, without the monks to refine and consume it, it would one day cover the whole city.
"Old Liu's obsession was not deep enough, and he actually became a ghost. It was only a few years since Hundred Ghosts Walked into the Night..."
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