Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 81

On the empty road, the carriage passed slowly.

Daotong Qingfeng sat in front of him and waved the rein deftly, the wheels rolled over the soft ground, making a slight 'squeak' sound.

The sound of wheels and whip whips came and went one after another.

This kind of calm also quietly suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

"Master."

Inside the carriage, Fang Zheng was worried:

"Are you sure?"

"Don't worry." Zhang Mingrui picked up the long sword at the side and said:

"This time, I specially invited out the magic-subduing sword given by the master. Even a ghost can kill it. Besides, it is daytime."

"In broad daylight, ghosts dare not show their faces easily."

"Again..."

He paused and said:
"There is still Master Wu Yuan here."

Obviously.

He trusts Master Wuyuan more than the magic sword in his hand.

"That's good."

Fangzheng breathed a sigh of relief. The other party was not afraid. He who could return to the modern society at any time had nothing to be afraid of.

After thinking about it, he asked out his doubts:
"Daozhang, when I activated the evil-breaking talisman last night, the formula I called out didn't seem to be what you taught me at that time."

"Ah."

Zhang Mingrui nodded:
"That's the pure yang evil spell, which has something in common with the evil spell."

"The magic spell is wrong, and it can also activate the evil-breaking talisman?" Fangzheng frowned. If this is all right, why bother to learn the magic spell?
"Incantations and handprints, apart from being able to communicate with heaven and earth, the main function is to calm the mind and let the soul match the aura of the magic talisman." Zhang Mingrui said:
"Spellcasting, talent is fundamental."

"If you have mana in your body, you can cast spells without chanting incantations."

"Like me, the low-level evil-breaking talisman can also omit the process of reciting the mantra. As long as the mind is calm, it will not be affected even if you miss a word or two of the mantra."

"However, mantras are the foundation. If you want to build a tall building, you must first lay a solid foundation."

After a pause, he continued:

"High-level spells can induce low-level spells, but mistakes are prone to occur, especially for beginners, try to avoid shortcuts."

Fangzheng frowned.

He understood what the other party meant.

Mantras are used to lay the foundation. Learning more mantras is good for the future, and chanting mantras can stabilize the mind and prevent panic when facing the enemy.

When the cultivation base is high, there is no need to chant mantras and cast spells.

"Master."

Feeling suspicious again, Fangzheng asked:
"What is this spell based on?"

You can't just think of a few words casually and become a mantra.

"You asked a good question. I didn't realize it until I practiced Taoism for more than ten years. Mr. Fang has an extraordinary heart." Zhang Mingrui showed surprise, and praised him before saying:
"Dharma mantra, communicate inside and outside."

"Innerly, the inner body is filled with vitality, spirit and thoughts; outerly, the breath of heaven and earth, and the sympathy of the sun and the moon. Therefore, every word of the mantra has a meaning, and it is not created casually."

"If that god hits..."

Having said that, he shook his head:

"If the gods invite the gods to invite sword masters, there must be words in the mantra that describe the outstanding sword skills, and if you invite wrestlers, there will be powerful words."

"And so on."

"Lei Fa must have meanings such as electricity, thunder, and fierceness."

"Low-level mantras are usually not used to tell the heaven and earth what to do, but to tell oneself what to do. Only if you believe in it, can the breath on your body blend with the heaven and earth."

Ok?
Fangzheng fell into deep thought.

For a long time Fang said:

"Hypnosis?"

"You can say that." Zhang Mingrui actually knew what hypnosis meant, nodded and said:
"Reciting the mantra is to give yourself a hint in your heart. The content of the mantra is only the appearance, and the inner meaning is the root."

"Taught." Fangzheng cupped his hands:
"Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books!"

"Don't dare." Zhang Mingrui shook his head:

"Mr. Fang has an extraordinary heart. If he can get the true instruction, he will be able to achieve great success in the future."

Magic is different from martial arts. Martial arts is restricted by the body, and it is difficult to achieve success when you are old, but in magic, there are people who start at the age of four or fifty and become real people.

of course,

Such examples are rare.

If you are strong, you will be strong, and if you don't have a good body, your god will be weak and embarrassing.

However, he had been practicing Dharma for more than ten years before he thought of the relationship between mantras, mudras, and visualization. Fangzheng hadn't even formally practiced it, and his comprehension was really good.

Fangzheng's thoughts changed sharply.

Since he knew that there are spells in the other world, he has also collected a lot of information related to it in modern society.

Different from here.

The Taoism in modern society needs to ask the gods for instructions, and only after obtaining the permission of the gods can you harness the power of thunder and wind for your own use.

Like "Lei Gong helps me", "Dragon King has orders" and so on.

This requires an identity.

Pardon!

Taoists need to have inheritance, and they are granted the title of "Ling Guan" by the Taoist temple, which is equivalent to the official position of "Xianjie". Then they can communicate with the gods and borrow power by holding tokens.

Otherwise, the gods will ignore you.

of course.

He has never seen anyone who can really borrow divine power, and the so-called spells are all hearsay, and none of them are true.

And different world.

Any spell that uses the power of the gods is a sorcery!

Such as the White Lotus Sect.

Once discovered, they will be killed without mercy, even the nine clans.

The power of the orthodox Taoism belongs to itself, and the magic is driven by the visualization map, the transportation method, and the handprint of the formula to achieve the ability to capture the soul and ward off ghosts.

"Shut up!"

The breeze lifts the curtain:

"arrive!"

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The mountain road is rugged, steep and difficult.

The two walked side by side.

"Although the talisman can't enhance the cultivation level, and it's not the orthodox inheritance of the Pure Yang Palace, it is also an innate method that directly points to the Dao."

Perhaps it was the experience last night that brought the relationship between the two closer, and perhaps it was because of Fang Zheng's cultivation talent that Zhang Mingrui had a rare conversation:
"If you don't know how to draw a talisman, you can paint it like a ghost laughing; if you know how to draw a talisman, you can make ghosts scream."

"The top talisman has the ability to command the world. Zhang Ling, a generation of celestial masters hundreds of years ago, passed on the name of the talisman to the world."

"A talisman consists of several parts such as a talisman head, a talisman gall, and a talisman foot. A talisman is equivalent to a person, with the same breath and endless movement."

"The cinnabar is the skin and flesh of the talisman; the lines are the bones of the talisman; the breath of the person who drew the talisman is the five internal organs of the talisman; and the spirit that enters is the soul."

"When a talisman 'comes alive', it means success."

"what?"

He paused and looked up.

Fangzheng was listening with gusto, but his voice stopped abruptly. He couldn't help following Zhang Mingrui's gaze, his eyebrows raised slightly:
"Circularity!"

Why is he here?

Wasn't he taken away by the Yamen people?
on the stone steps.

Yuan Xing was ragged and knelt down on the ground.

Standing in front of him were several monks. Master Wu Yuan was holding a Zen stick, looking at his disciple kneeling on the ground with a complex expression.

"Amitabha."

"Yuanxing, do you know your mistake?"

"Disciple..." Yuan Xing kowtowed, his voice choked:

"I know I was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"The fault is that I failed to restrain my desire, and the fault is that I'm sorry for Miss Sun."

"Hey!" Master Wu Yuan shook his head slightly, obviously not satisfied with the answer, lowered his head, his eyes were full of pity, and said slowly:

"You know, Miss Sun Diesun died last night."

"what!"

Yuan Xing raised his head, his complexion was pale, and his eyes were even more terrified.

"She was exploited by villains and died with resentment in her heart." Master Wu Yuan raised one hand and sighed:

"Even the newly formed fetus has turned into a ghost, wandering in this chaotic world of mortals, eternal life cannot be reincarnated."

"..." Yuanxing's expression froze, and then he hit his head on the stone steps with a 'bang bang' sound, and his forehead was bloody in the blink of an eye:
"Master is merciful, please save them!"

"Being a teacher can't save them." Wu Yuan shook his head:
"But I can save you, as long as you sincerely repent, completely forget Miss Sun, and sincerely convert to my Buddha, the court will have its own teacher to say."

"It will save your life!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Gritting his round teeth tightly, he kept banging his head on the ground:
"Master is merciful, please save them, the death of a disciple is not a pity."

"evil creature!"

Master Wu Yuan's face darkened, and he waved his long sleeves fiercely:

"Up to now, you are still obsessed with women, and you are stubborn. If that's the case, just kneel here and wait until you wake up."

Fangzheng frowned, and was about to step forward, but Zhang Mingrui stretched out his hand and handed over two things that looked like bamboo leaves.

Motioned him to wipe his eyebrows.

Fang Zheng showed suspicion, and lightly stroked his eyebrows after taking it.

next moment.

His face turned pale, and he took a step back suddenly.

But on that round back, there was a fierce ghost with a ferocious face.

(End of this chapter)