Ling Muyun looked at the so-called cultivation methods sent by Lu Zongzhi.
The Heaven-turning Palm, Paiyun Zong, Bangtian Fist... may have some effect on the small sect, but in the eyes of the three of them, they are shoddy and superficial.
Even so, they will be robbed by civilians.
There is a method of cultivation. No matter how simple it is, if you can master one or two moves, it is already an immortal method.
Let's talk about the Heaven-shaking Palm, which was recorded in the book after being cultivated to the end, and can penetrate a mountain with one palm.
However, it was not that he gained nothing. Ling Muyun picked out a book called "Fire Burning the Sky". According to the book, in the later stages of cultivation, one can activate the red lotus karma fire. I don't know whether it is true or not.
Perhaps because of Zoroastrianism, Ling Muyun watched it with gusto.
"Fellow Taoist, I have memorized this Dunjia Heavenly Book by heart. I asked you to keep it."
Ling Muyun casually rolled him into the package and asked, "Can Mr. Liu understand it?"
Liu Ziji looked at Ling Muyun with an expression as if he was looking at a fool, and finally said helplessly: "It's a little bit superficial in the front, but I can still understand a thing or two, but in the back, I can only memorize it by rote and then understand it."
"Well, I'll memorize one or two of them. After I finish memorizing it later, Mr. Liu can take this book with him to the Immortal Crossing."
"Ah?" Liu Ziji opened his eyes wide: "Fellow Taoist, did you give this book to me?"
"Since Mr. Liu likes it, naturally he can't let this book get dusty." Ling Muyun finished speaking nonchalantly, took out the book again and stuffed it into Liu Ziji's hand.
Liu Ziji was speechless for a moment. Who wouldn't like such a sacred book?
"Sir, how should we deal with other cultivation methods?"
Brother Ye didn't like this kind of method at all, so he casually looked at the title of the book and looked disgusted.
"Send it to the shopkeeper Xie Nan. I don't know which boy has learned a thing or two, but he can also play the game."
Ling Muyun thought for a while and continued: "Get some rest early. We have business to do tomorrow."
After seeing off Liu Ziji and Brother Ye, Ling Muyun lost sleep.
For some reason, my heart started to panic.
The people I had seen flashed in my mind one after another.
The last thing that appeared was the poppy poppy.
"I don't know where she is and whether she is living well. Hey, she still owes me a song from Xizhou."
After thinking about everyone, I took stock of the recent gains.
After practicing the escape technique in "Dunjia Tianshu", I also learned a technique called Kun: Earth Cover, which is good for defense.
I haven't made much progress in the thunder method. I have thirty-six thunders. After learning three thunders, I have no clue about the others.
Except for the derivation of Spring Thunder, the sword technique has achieved nothing.
Liu Ziji did learn a move, but he could imitate every movement, but he couldn't display as powerful a move as Liu Ziji.
"If my mother hadn't left it behind, I should have given this blade to Mr. Liu." Ling Muyun stared at the ink blade. He didn't have the knife skills Liu Ziji mentioned for a long time, so he simply gave up.
"Run Sunday?"
Ling Muyun was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his true energy circulating.
Carefully count how many weeks it can run.
One night, I couldn't remember how many it was, but when it was more than a hundred, I fell asleep in a daze.
The true Qi rotates on its own, and I don’t know how many circles it makes.
"According to Liu Ziji, it counts as six realms? Doesn't the circulation of true energy follow the cycle of heaven and earth?" Ling Muyun thought carefully: "Since I have had true energy, I haven't counted it. This division of realms really doesn't make much sense."
Taohuayuan’s porridge is very refreshing.
Ling Muyun ate two large bowls before wiping his mouth with satisfaction: "Mr. Liu, when will you go to Shenxiandu? Brother Ye and I still need to travel, I don't know..."
"That's what I meant! My Taoist friends didn't say anything, but I was too embarrassed to speak." Liu Ziji looked expectant: "I'll leave as soon as the Zoroastrian affairs are over."
"There is no need for Mr. Liu to go to the Zoroastrian affairs. He can invite you through letters and will not do anything shady." Ling Muyun guessed.
Liu Ziji had not been in the secular world for a long time and had a simple mind. He thought for a moment and said, "It is indeed true. But with my meager skills, I am just making a joke with my magic altar."
"Speaking of which, what kind of law does Mr. Liu study?" Ling Muyun asked doubtfully.
""Tai Gong Diao" has no killing techniques. It only emphasizes natural and extremely simple techniques." After Liu Ziji finished speaking, he felt proud: "I got this book by chance, but it only has less than half a volume, and I have practiced it for decades. , It’s already the seventh realm!”
Ling Muyun suddenly realized.
What Liu Ziji learned seemed to have no novel skills, but his true energy, which was as thin as a tangled silk, surpassed that of most cultivators.
However, if this technique is just this, it can really only be used for fishing.
I'm afraid practitioners who have learned some techniques can give Liu Ziji a try.
"As soon as you need the things you need, I'll ask Brother Ye to bring a box with you so that you don't have to be nervous."
"That's not necessary. I just have some gold and silver with me. Don't you know the art of fasting in the Dunjia Heavenly Book?"
Ling Muyun gave some insights into the art of Bigu, but Liu Ziji disagreed: "Even if it is contained in the book, it is better than hearsay."
Ling Muyun did not argue.
Everyone has different understandings of magic, so there is really no need to have pointless arguments.
Brother Ye bought Liu Ziji an ox cart, some belongings and food and clothing for the road.
Liu Ziji bid farewell to Ling Muyun, drove the bullock cart, and chanted all the way, leaving Nanyang.
"Go meet Zoroastrian."
Above the yellow hills, behind the giant trees.
Zoroastrian churches are no different from those in China.
Ling Muyun and Brother Ye did not go directly to the appointment, but took a walk around the Zoroastrian Tower first.
The ground is covered with chalk and there is no grass growing on it, making it look a bit desolate.
Most of the people enshrined in the temple are blue dragons, phoenixes, and at most lions, forming a scene of dragons and phoenixes appearing auspiciously, dragons soaring and lions leaping.
In the middle hall, the golden body of Liu Li is enshrined, with a shadow behind it and no carved facial features.
"Liu Li calls his god while treating himself as the main god, which is a bit ironic."
Ling Muyun looked at it for a moment, feeling a little disdainful.
Brother Ye said: "Everything like this is for fame and fortune, not for preaching."
"Maybe I'll be proclaimed emperor sometime!" Ling Muyun smiled.
Anyway, in troubled times, everyone wants to be the emperor, so there is nothing curious about it.
The methods used vary.
But the one about deceiving people has never changed.
"Master Ling, have you finished reading?"
Following the voice, Liu Chan wore a Taoist robe and held a Buddhist Zen staff. His newly shaved head was shining brightly, and his voice was much softer.
"Deputy Leader Liu!" Ling Muyun bowed his hands.
"Ling Muyun is polite!"
Liu Chan's salute is also slightly different: he puts his hands on his chest and bends his body slightly forward.
The Zen staff is hanging in the air and standing on its own without support, which is a show of strength.
"I wonder why Deputy Master Liu made the appointment? I came a little early and didn't want to be disturbed, so I paid my respects on my own."
Ling Muyun's words were beautiful, which only increased Liu Chan's favor.
There are countless cultivators who come to the Zoroastrian God Building, but they all look like foreign teachers cannot learn from them. They comment from a high position. Only Ling Muyun used the word "pay tribute".
"Master Ling, it's difficult to talk here. We have prepared some good tea in the back hall. I would like to ask you to comment on it."
"Sorry for bothering you!"
"Master Ling, please!"
