Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 90 Fooling

Lu Ye opened his eyes, his head still aching.

I cursed in my heart, this Lao Shizi's Jinghun fragrance is too overbearing, making people sleep without a break.

But fortunately, this old Taoist and that bag of monks are not the same.

Monk Nahua likes to give children to others. If such a person comes, he will have to fight to the death no matter what.

He had been acting in the wedding room since the Qingyang Master came out, until he was knocked unconscious. Now he opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding arrangements. He was still in his own courtyard, and he felt relieved for the first time.

It seems that this veteran is not so domineering.

"Taoist Master..." He pretended to be surprised, "What do you mean?"

"We are all under King Chuang, but we are our own!"

Old Taoist Qingyang sneered.

"Who is your friend?"

"You are a man like mother-in-law and mother-in-law. You are attracted by a beautiful woman, but you are still hesitant. You are not a son of a man!"

Lu Ye pretended to be pitiful.

"Taoist priest, will you let me go back to the bridal chamber now?"

"I don't remember offending you..."

Taoist Priest Qingyang: "..."

"The poor Taoist came to you for business!" Taoist Master Qingyang's face was serious, "Let me ask you, that night you chased the assassin into the mountain."

"Can you see the traces of the assassin at the end?"

As he spoke, his eyes flashed with blue light, and he had used the spell of ecstasy.

As long as they are not cultivators of immortality, no one can tell lies in front of him.

Lu Ye's eyes blurred for a while.

His mind was so warm that he seemed to have forgotten everything. He only heard a loud voice in his ears. The voice was so kind, as if he was the most trustworthy person in the world.

No matter what the other party asked, he couldn't wait to tell the answer without leaving any privacy.

Subconsciously, he wanted to tell everything about that night.

From how to track two people into the mountain, to watching the two fight, and then to track down a bag of monks, break through their defenses with sharp arrows, force them to reveal their origins and techniques, etc...

At this moment, the picture of fish and dragon in Lu Ye's mind suddenly shook.

In a surging Yangtze River, the golden carp was spinning in circles, as if it had forgotten how to move forward, and as if there were four invisible walls around it blocking it.

Suddenly, a wave of waves hit, and the invisible shackles around him made a soft clicking sound.

The golden carp resumed its action, swung its tail, swam forward, and merged into the group of carp...

Lu Ye blinked and woke up from the trance state.

Taoist Priest Qingyang was still asking questions in his ear.

"Road Sentinel, you recruit from the ground."

"When you entered the mountain that night, did you see anything unusual? What treasure did you get?"

"Have you seen the assassin figure..."

Lu Yimei felt clear and clear, his eyes still looked like dementia, and he said blankly.

"That night our brothers entered the mountains and kept wandering around in them."

"I didn't see any assassins, and I didn't see anything unusual."

Taoist Priest Qingyang had a look of disappointment on his face.

Alas, it had been expected for a long time. Sure enough, it was impossible for these ordinary people to find traces of immortal cultivators like themselves.

It seems that after wasting a few more days, one should not expect a group of ants to hunt the tiger.

He was about to leave when suddenly his eyes flashed and he asked again.

"Sergeant Lu, have you ever eaten anyone?"

Lu Ye didn't know what he meant.

"Never eaten."

"Why has your martial arts improved so rapidly?"

"Because I practiced evil arts."

"What kind of person is your brother Wang Hu?"

"A fast martial artist, a friend of my old sister-in-law."

"Is Pan Furong beautiful? Does she look good?"

"Beautiful, good-looking."

"Do you want to have sex with her?"

"Thoughtful."

Old Taoist Qingyang stroked his beard.

"It seems he really doesn't know."

"Forget it, let's ask a few more questions."

"What do you think of Chuang Potian?"

Lu Yemu replied blankly.

"A majestic appearance, full of ambition, and a small belly."

"What about Taoist Priest Qingyang next to Chuang Potian?"

"Unparalleled in grace, an expert in the world, and an immortal spirit!"

Qingyang Dao let out a long sigh and said seriously.

"What he said is all true. It seems that this person really doesn't know what's going on in the mountains."

"Forget it, I'll take you to the bridal chamber."

He waved his sleeves and used Jinghun Incense, which stunned Lu Ye.

Then he mentioned that Lu Ye used the invisibility technique, came out of the room, and returned to the bridal chamber again.

If it were normal, he would have left.

However, Lu Ye said that he was an expert outside the world, so he wanted to make up for Lu Ye's wedding night.

Taoist Priest Qingyang straightened the two men and began to think about how to make amends.

If I just left like this, the two of us would probably sleep on the chairs until dawn. It would be inappropriate to spend their wedding night like this.

"How decent is it for a girl to fight and kill? She should have a lower attitude and be a good husband and child."

He waved his sleeves at Pan Furong.

"Just have a dream... do the things he likes the most and do it again tonight!"

Taoist priest Qingyang set up a psychological hint and left quietly. The courtyard outside was still bustling, and no one knew what was going on in the wedding room.

The morning sun sets.

In the bridal chamber.

Pan Furong woke up with a twitch, her throat felt so dry, as if it was on fire.

She held her head, feeling like she was hungover from alcohol and had a splitting headache.

When he lowered his head and looked again, he only saw that the red robe on his body was still there, but his clothes were neatly arranged. Moreover, he was not on the bed, but still sitting on the chair.

Look at Lu Ye sitting on another chair opposite and sleeping soundly.

Pan Furong was furious.

On the wedding night, I actually slept on the chair all night?

She slapped the chair and stood up, extremely angry, and at the same time a large number of memories came to her mind.

Pan Furong jumped three feet high on the spot and grabbed Lu Ye's collar.

"you are bullying me……"

Lu Ye woke up suddenly. He was hit by the Jinghun Incense and fell into a deep sleep.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Pan Furong's aggrieved face, with tears in her eyes.

"Miss...this..."

Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out. He only remembered that he had fooled the old Qingyang Taoist last night, and he was stunned.

Did I do something after that?

He hurriedly looked down and found that he and Pan Furong were neatly dressed.

Hey, the lady is so angry, is it because I didn't do anything?

Then I heard Pan Furong crying in a hoarse voice.

"Mary shepherd, you are bullying me. If you and I drink Henu wine, we are husband and wife."

"I kindly promise to promise you something!"

"But you asked me to tell you a story about how I became green one night!"

"I haven't finished speaking for most of the night!"

"You haven't done anything else...you...you..."

Pan Furong looked around the room, suddenly found the knife, and immediately slashed at it.

Lu Ye was startled and hurriedly broke open the door and ran away.

He now realized that Pan Furong's memory had probably been tampered with or affected by the old Taoist.

She didn't remember that the old man appeared in the bridal chamber at all, but she remembered the story-telling incident that never happened.

Yi Zhangqing's story, even his magically modified version, is hundreds of thousands of words long.

If this young lady started from the beginning, she would not be able to finish the whole thing even if her throat is smoking.

Outside the yard, waiting for Sister Hong to congratulate her, Wang Hu and Zhang Cunyi saw the bride of Fengguan Xiamei chasing the groom and her husband with a knife.

Everyone looked at each other, how did they spend this night? Why was it so exciting so early in the morning?

----

Time flies, spring, summer, autumn and winter, winter, spring, summer and autumn.

Winter has come and summer has passed, and two years have passed by in a hurry.

This day.

Inside Luye House.

He and Zhang Cunyi watched nervously.

Wang Hu, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, a white air flashed across his face, and he said happily.

"Brother, I have laid the foundation for this impure method of bones!"

Lu Ye and Zhang Cunyi were overjoyed and congratulated each other.

"Second brother, congratulations! I haven't started yet."

"Huzi, you can do it. You are better than eldest brother! It seems that you are the number one genius among our brothers!"

The two of them boasted fiercely.

Immortal cultivators lay the foundation, just like martial arts apprentices who have cultivated true energy. It is not a formal state, but represents knocking on the door and laying the foundation.

Wang Hu embarrassedly touched his head with a silly smile on his face.

Zhang Cunyi asked in confusion.

"Second brother, third brother, I want to ask for advice. How do you visualize laying the foundation?"

"I also visualized the white-bone giant in my consciousness, but I couldn't achieve the vision of the white-bones impurity."

"Obviously, the sea of ​​​​qi can sense the aura of heaven and earth, but it has never been able to imitate the cycle formed by the White Bone Impure Concept. There is only one mana seed contained in the sea of ​​​​qi."

"If you open the stone door a crack, you can see that there is gold and silver everywhere inside, but you can't get in. I'm so angry!"

It turns out that the way to practice Taoism in this world, such as martial arts, requires cultivating true energy in the Dantian. Only when the true energy becomes stronger can one break through the realm.

Immortal cultivators must cultivate and strengthen spiritual consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness, and at the same time cultivate a mana seed in the sea of ​​qi.

Then use spiritual consciousness to mobilize the magic power, walk the body according to the skills, strengthen the essence, and finally feed back the magic power to achieve the effect of improving the skills.

To practice the White Bones Impure Method is to visualize the White Bones Impure View in the sea of ​​consciousness and give birth to the White Bones Spiritual Consciousness.

The so-called White Bone Bodhisattva is the initial practice of meditation. Visualize the White Bone Bodhisattva in the sea of ​​consciousness, and then turn its face into one's own.

Then, with great perseverance, contemplate the death of the physical body, the transformation of muscles, the removal of flesh, the steaming of blood, and the decay of internal organs.

This process from birth to death is called the White Bone Impure View.

Because there are many filthy and terrifying scenes when visualizing, going from life to death, it is considered impure.

Only then can we gain great concentration and wisdom from great terror, and then we can cultivate spiritual consciousness.

Then use the white bone spiritual consciousness to mobilize the white bone magic power contained in the air sea, and walk in the body according to the skills, strengthen the magic power, and improve the skills.

Zhang Cunyi's problem is that he can sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and he has also cultivated the white bone mana seeds in the sea of ​​​​qi, but he has been unable to transform the white bone dharma body in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he cannot cultivate the impure view.

If you cannot cultivate the concept of impurity, your spiritual consciousness will not be able to grow, and it will not be able to pull your magic power to circulate. If your magic power does not circulate, it will sit in the sea of ​​qi like a pool of stagnant water.

To put it simply, no matter how much spiritual energy he eats, it will be wasted and he will not gain weight.

Wang Hu replied with a confused look.

"Lao San, this question is very simple."

"The bones are unclean, isn't it just the process from life to death?"

"Brother and I have no other experience. How many times have we seen a living person turn into a dead person?"

"I have encountered dishwashers who were killed and put into the pot, and I have encountered homeless people on the roadside whose bodies were cut into pieces. I was kind enough to collect the corpses of those who died of starvation on the roadside."

"What's so difficult about going from birth to death?" Wang Hu said calmly, "We were all almost made into dishonest people. Isn't it just death once? It's very simple."

"I joined the rebels in my first year and went to the battlefield countless times. I might have died every time."

"We have seen this kind of despair a lot, and we have experienced it a lot ourselves, so it was easy for me to successfully visualize it."

(End of this chapter)