My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 63: At the age of eighteen, the end of life

This question was too profound, and Song Lin automatically skipped it.

He picked up the Taiyin Golden Pupils, and the pupils turned light blue.

Everything around is clearly visible, including the ubiquitous heaven and earth essence, as well as the yin energy wafting from the soldiers and horses altar not far away.

With the help of moonlight, Song Lin can see farther. Although it is not as exaggerated as the Taixu mirror illuminating the world, it is far better than the bat Ye Mingfa.

The golden pupil of Taiyin squeezed out the bat Ye Mingfa, and there will be no such flawed spell in the future.

Next, Song Lin tried Taiyin Falling Soul Grid and Moonlight Glazed Body.

They are all very powerful supernatural powers.

Song Lin sorted out all the magic spells in this world, such as turning water into fire, celestial maiden breaking the city, threshing the valley, invisibility and concealment, and integrated them into the "Moon Cultivation Method". middle.

The upper limit of the story world is limited by one's own blood, and will not be much higher.

It's not that Song Lin hasn't found other spells over the years, but most of them are not suitable for him, or they overlap with the spells he has learned.

After sorting it out, Song Lin entered into a deep meditation.

At his stage, he almost doesn't need to sleep any more, just sitting in meditation for an hour is enough to compare with a night's sleep.

The next day.

The sun is rising, and the morning fog is gradually dissipating.

In the rockery pavilion in the back garden, Song Lin looked at the carp at the bottom of the lake, eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake in a contented manner.

Not far away, the sounds of tenant farmers working and farm chickens and dogs barking could be faintly heard.

The paper figurine is holding a broom and sweeping the fallen leaves.

"Hey...that's great." Song Lin sighed contentedly.

I have my own farm and live a slow-paced life. How could I enjoy it when I was a Taoist boy in the past.

Housekeeper Liu outside Zhuangzi repeatedly recommended the children of surrounding farmers to come in as servants, but Song Lin rejected them all.

He doesn't like outsiders, even if the Taoist temple has a secret method to make the servants obedient, there will inevitably be moments of omission.

Plopping!
A thousand origami cranes with folded yellow talismans flew from afar and stopped in front of Song Lin.

"Ok?"

Song Lin grabbed the Thousand Paper Crane and took it apart. It was covered with the blood-red seal of Dutian Dafa, and a line of information below it.

"Stop the waterlogging ceremony? All Taoist priests go?"

Dajiao is different from ordinary Taoist homework. The homework is done by one or more people, but Dajiao is a large-scale activity, and it also involves all Taoist priests.

This made Song Lin feel a sense of crisis.

Dajiao is not just a ceremony like the earth, most of them require the use of force, especially when it is stamped with the seal of Guanzhu.

It must be a major event that has not happened once in decades.

Thinking of this, Song Lin wanted to find Zi Yuan to find out about the situation.

However, before that...

Song Lin took out the Rampant Soldier Tiger Talisman.

Whoa!

The figure flew out of the outskirts of the city and came to the mountains.

"Shoufa Taoist soldiers, Daowu altar!" Song Lin pinched the sword formula and recited the mantra.

Whoa!
The dark wind howled, ghosts and owls screamed.

The pitch-black rampant soldiers made the flag stretch endlessly.

"Meet the General!"

The ten commanders of the rampant soldiers clasped their fists in salute.

"Get up, everyone search the mountain."

The [-] rampant soldiers were so powerful that they searched the mountain.

The relationship between reality and the world is a projection, and real items can be projected into the story world, and they will not affect reality when used.

Song Lin often takes pills in the story world.Then use it once in reality.

So using rampant soldiers now is not the second time.

Song Lin was very high-profile, for fear that others would not know that he was searching for mountains.

Not far away, a dark cloud flew over, and the black-robed Taoist priest led two teams of rampant soldiers, one black and one white.

This is the Taoist priest patrolling the dormitory.

When the Taoist asked, he knew that it was the ghost soldier of Taoist Master Zi Yuan, so he didn't even ask the reason, and immediately took him back.

Song Linfei was in the air, continuing to command rampant troops to sweep.

Wherever they went, whether it was a lonely ghost or a ferocious beast, wherever the rampant soldiers went, they all turned into bones.

During the period, a lot of medicinal materials and ores were harvested.

There were also some herb-picking boys who looked up at themselves enviously.

It has to be said that no matter how powerful it is, Xuankeguan's rampant technique is far superior to other temples in terms of momentum.

"Dao Priest Zi Yuan has tens of thousands of rampant soldiers, and Daoist Jiuyou must have hundreds of thousands."

Rampant soldiers have no lifespan, as long as they keep offering sacrifices.

Hundreds of years of foundation down, there may be millions of them.

This is not an exaggeration. Song Lin read the myths and stories. Those heavenly gods and true emperors are millions of heavenly soldiers with a wave of their hands.

After a round of raids, I have gained a lot, and there are probably more than a dozen materials for kung fu.

After about five hours, Song Lin went back home.

……

Beizhuang Lingdian.

"What? No harvest?"

In the gloomy hall, behind Daoist Zi Yuan stood more than 20 dog-headed Taoist priests.

"Hey, I got nothing, maybe I was cheated."

"Haha, I'm too young, I can't hold my breath, the ghost market news is true or false, how can there be so many opportunities."

Taoist Ziyuan threw down a mica pill, and said casually, "The Dajiao to stop the waterlogging will be held in the middle of next month, you should make preparations in advance."

"What is the great sacrifice to stop flooding?"

"It's about to fight. A meeting will be held in advance. A group of monsters will come to Shanyin County soon. There are quite a few of them. The temple master will also make a move at that time. Magic has no eyes, so be careful."

"Need the Lord to take action?"

Guanzhu is an expert in alchemy, if he makes a move, the situation is really dangerous.

"Daoist, you will also make a move?"

"Of course, I have to take action." Daoist Zi Yuan smiled strangely, but Song Lin didn't notice, "You go back first, I still have to train soldiers."

"Okay, I will take my leave first."

……

Dilong Villa, a secret room for practicing kung fu.

The dark secret room was dark, only Song Lin's eyes were dim.

"Time doesn't wait, let's open another world to see."

The practice of Xiuyue Taoism is almost done. There is no advanced method for Xiuyue magical powers, it all depends on proficiency.

For Song Lin, proficiency is the last thing to worry about, because he has practiced in the world of repairing the moon for 200 years.

Now is the critical moment, look at the spells that are suitable for quickly increasing combat power, if not, focus on reality, and hang up the story world.

The last world was opened in the late period of fetal breath.

Now is the Qi refining period, the world level should be a little higher.

Thinking of this, Song Lin opened his palm and squeezed out a little blood.

Essence and blood turned into runes.

Four big characters appeared in the void: Altar Temple Son of Heaven.

[White-haired and loyal, singing Xiangxiang dreams around Shenzhou]

[World]: Altar Temple Emperor
[36 Heavens]: Spiritual fantasy world

[Time Speed]: One to six months.

【Arrival】: soul
[Type]: Lingnan mythology, Sanxiang mythology, medieval mythology, folk mythology.

[System]: Folk gods, Panhu gods.

【Karma Ring】: None.

Whoa!

Song Lin opened his eyes, only to see his illusory figure, floating in the void, with an identical corpse lying underneath.

"Fifth brother! Fifth brother! Don't die!"

A teenage girl wept as she hugged his body.

Died at the beginning?
At the age of eighteen, he died of old age.

(End of this chapter)