The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 42
As a mantra holder, Dao Ran could vaguely feel how powerful the Heavenly Dragon Babu he summoned was.

Daoran's first impression of this mahuraka was that it was very weak, so weak that he might die if he stepped on it.

I tried it just now, and it turned out that the Tianlong Babu Bodyguard Mantra had a very strong restraint on this Mahuraka, and he didn't need to suppress it with all his strength. Mahuraka was suppressed by Dao Ran in the wine jar, without the power to resist .

This can be said to be the weakest Tianlong Babu that Daoran has ever summoned.

So weak, yet dare to pretend to be aggressive, why wasn't this guy beaten to death?

"You, you, you! How dare you treat me like this. I am the Great Snake God, and my father is the patriarch of the Mohuraka clan. With just one word, I can stop Tianlong Babu from being driven by you..."

The little monster threatened loudly, but no matter how he heard it, he felt that he lacked confidence. He said like a brat, "I'll go home and tell my dad!"

Daoran simply sealed the mouth of this little monster, and then Daoran called back Mou Zhixuan who was on guard outside.

Mou Zhixuan couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw this little guy who was banned all over his body: "Hahaha, why did you summon him?"

"Is this really the prince of the Mahulaka clan?" Dao Ran asked curiously.

"It's not wrong to say that, but most of the Mohuraka family is considered to be the prince." Mou Zhixuan laughed.

Daoran saw Mou Zhixuan's playful eyes, as a former driver, Daoran instantly understood.

"It seems that the patriarch of the Mohuraka tribe is full of children and grandchildren." Dao Ran said enviously.

"Hehe, that's not a good thing. The Mohuraka family is a natural god, much more powerful than the acquired evil gods like us. But it is not easy for this family to have children. It is because of this An adult has a very rare talent for childbirth, and the result is that he gives birth to children all day long, but as time goes on, the newborn Mahuraka becomes weaker and weaker. This little guy named Ramanu is probably Mahuraka. The weakest of the Huluojia clan, he can't even beat a dog."

Daoran: ...

It seems that the talented Mohuraka patriarch is about to be drained.

"That seems like a waste of effort."

Daoran felt quite a pity, this was the mana he had spent a few days slowly accumulating, and just maintaining Mou Zhixuan's existence had taken up most of his mana.

The summoning failed this time, and Dao Ran had to wait until after the Law Conference if he wanted to summon again.

"This is not necessarily the case. Although Ramanu is weak, he is also a natural god. He inherited the memory of the Mahuraka clan before he was born. If you only want to get the practice skills from him, it is also possible."

Mou Zhixuan's words gave Daoran a little hope, and he unsealed Ramanu's mouth.

"Ramanu, listen to my uncle's persuasion. Master Daoran will at least be a powerful Bodhisattva in the future. If you really have something that Master Daoran needs, then honestly take it out. It will be good for you to form a good relationship. .” Mou Zhixuan persuaded.

Ramanu was silent for a moment, and then said: "Actually, I don't know the skills of ghost cultivation."

Mou Zhixuan was embarrassed for a moment, then turned his head and said to Daoran: "It's better to go to the bar, anyway, it's a clone."

Ramanu quickly said: "No, no, I'm not a clone, I'm the body, I'm the body!!"

"The main body? How weak are you?" Dao Ran said in shock.

The mana used for this summoning was all squeezed out like milking a cow. With just such a little mana, it actually summoned the body of Tianlong Babu?

"Amitabha." Daoran said this very sincerely, for the Mahuraka patriarch who had never met, he was not about to be squeezed dry, it seemed that he had already been squeezed dry.

Ramanu was summoned by his body, so he had no choice at all. Between being soaked in wine and continuing to drink, he decisively chose Congxin.

"I don't know the skills of ghost cultivation, because when our big snake god clan was born, there were no ghosts in this world. But I know that the ghost you raised is a three-eyed clan, and I have the cultivation method of the three-eyed clan, maybe Useful!" said Ramanu.

The Serpent God and the Three-Eyed Clan are both ancient races, but the Three-Eyed Clan became extinct, and the Serpent God Clan became the Buddhist Dharma Protector Mahuraka.

Daoran called Ma San out. At this time, Ma San looked like a middle-aged man, not more than thirty years old at most.However, he was still as cowardly as ever, floating beside Daoran at a loss, not even daring to look at the two snake-shaped monsters in the room.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's true that the three-eyed people have very pure blood. I guess my father has never seen such a pure-blooded three-eyed people." Ramanu said in surprise.

"Pure blood? He's dead, and you can still smell blood?" Mou Zhixuan asked curiously.

"Just look at his eyes. The bigger the third eye, the purer the blood. His third eye almost covers the entire forehead, which is very rare." Ramanu explained.

Daoran looked at Ma San carefully. Before that, he looked very old, with a hunched body, the wrinkles on his forehead drooped, and his eyes were tightly covered, so he couldn't see it.

Now that Ma San has become younger, most of the wrinkles have disappeared, and the eyes are very obvious. Just as Ramanu said, the eyes are so big that they occupy the entire forehead.

"Although the blood is very pure, he has already turned into a ghost. I don't know if it will be useful."

"Go ahead and try."

Dao Ran didn't have much hope, he just promised to save Ma San, and now he is the next best thing, hoping that Ma San can walk in the sun and experience life like a mortal.

"The Three-Eyed Race is an ancient race. The practice methods at that time were very simple and rude. They liked to hunt and kill all races, dig out the eyes of each other and eat them. The stronger the race, the better the effect. This is the practice method of the Three-Eyed Race. said Ramanu.

This practice method is too cruel.

Daoran asked: "Is there no second way?"

Ramanu nodded and said: "Yes, but it was created when the three-eyed tribe was about to be exterminated. Because the three-eyed tribe's practice method was too brutal, the prehistoric tribe almost attacked the three-eyed tribe at that time. There is a genius in the Three-Eyed Clan who has researched a practice method that does not require devouring eyeballs, but it is too late, and the Three-Eyed Clan was exterminated."

"There is also this saying, as expected of Mahuraka who was born to know it, I have never heard of such ancient secrets." Mou Zhixuan said with emotion.

Ramanu went on to say: "You haven't heard about the three-eyed tribe, but you must have heard of this practice method. Because after the three-eyed tribe was destroyed, this second practice method was obtained by the human race. After several generations of practice The improvement of those who made it became the secret technique of the human race's Celestial Eye, and that is what Zhenjun Erlang practiced."

Daoran thought: "Sure enough."

When he first heard about the Three-Eyed Race, he wondered if the Tianmu of the Human Race was copied from the Three-Eyed Race. It turned out that he was also a prophet who was about to be stabbed.

Ramanu spoke out all the methods of Tianmu practice, and it is the original version of the three-eyed tribe and the improved version of the human race.

Daoran is not a devil, and promised to give Ramanu another pot of daughter red, and changed the two versions of the practice.

Ma San practices the original version of the Three-Eyed Race, while Dao Ran practices the improved version of the Human Race.

What surprised Daoran was that Ma San hadn't practiced anything yet, Daoran just circulated his mana a little according to the practice method, and he felt a heat in his brow.

(End of this chapter)