Heavenly Master, I have a different world

Chapter 171 Tiangang Technique!

Time seemed to have passed only a moment, but also seemed to have passed as long as a century. Cui Laocai raised his head tremblingly.

"Taoist priest?"

"How can you not repay kindness when you receive it?"

Fang Zheng retracted his fingers, his eyes showing a little tiredness, obviously it was still difficult for him to transfer his spiritual consciousness.

Even if it is just a basic visualization method and a little common sense of practice.

Now he said slowly:

"Mr. Cui is extremely talented. If he had mastered the method when he was young, he would have achieved great results. But now... it's a bit late."

"I'm satisfied, I'm satisfied." Cui Lao's body trembled slightly and his voice was excited:

"Unexpectedly, I can see the true Dharma when I grow old?"

"Taoist Priest!"

"Please accept my respects from the old man!"

As he spoke, his knees weakened and he was about to fall to the ground.

"well!"

Fang Zheng waved his hand, and an invisible force immediately stopped Mr. Cui's movements, and gently lifted him up:

"useless."

Mr. Cui felt that he could not help but stand up. He was more and more frightened by the magic of the Taoist in front of him, but he forgot to try to kneel down again.

Just by touching your forehead with your finger, you can stuff knowledge into a person's head.

With a wave of your hand, invisible power appears.

Such means...

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and experienced it personally, he would never believe it even if someone close to him told him.

"I have learned the art of qi reading from my master. Over the past few decades, I have traveled through many mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and visited many holy places of Taoism and Buddhism."

"Search hard for the true Dharma."

Mr. Cui had tears in his eyes and his voice was complicated:

"pity!"

"Always ask for nothing!"

This short sentence contains a lot of helplessness and desolation.

Unlike Mr. Jia in Jiajia Village, Mr. Cui, who possesses the art of looking for energy, is convinced that there is a true Dharma in the world, and has traveled to countless places for this purpose.

I don’t even know how much time was wasted.

From the steadfast pursuit of the true Dharma in childhood, to the confusion in middle age, to the unwillingness to regret in old age.

He spent his best years pursuing that illusory existence.

therefore.

Almost separated from his wife.

If he could calm down early and concentrate on business, he would be more than just an antique expert known in a small area.

"If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening!"

Mr. Cui took a deep breath, cupped his fists with both hands and bowed deeply towards Fang Zheng:

"Thank you, Taoist Priest!"

"Mr. Cui is too polite." Fang Zheng shook his head:

"What you gave me is also very important to Pindao."

"correct."

He changed the topic to prevent the other party from continuing to dwell on this:

"Mr. Cui once said that the fellow Taoist who drew the talismans was not Mr. Lu Qigong. Who is that? I wonder if I can see him?"

"That man's surname is Wang. He is currently living in Qingzhou and is disabled." Mr. Cui now answered every question answered by Fangzheng:

"If the Taoist priest wants to see him, he can't, but it's not easy to talk to him."

"oh!"

Fang Zheng asked curiously:

"Why?"

"Hey..." Cui Lao shook his head and stroked his beard and said:

"It's all the past that happened many years ago, but since it's the Taoist Priest who's asking the question, there's nothing to say."

He paused and said:

"I don't know where this person learned the method of refining talisman when he was young. He is especially good at talisman that confuses other people's minds."

"Relying on this method, he is surrounded by beautiful women every day, and even... attacks some women who he likes, but the other party doesn't like him."

"It's really a bit dirty!"

Founder is clear.

This is a very normal psychological change.

People who suddenly become rich tend to squander their wealth unscrupulously, and people who get magic will also think of using magic to take advantage.

Mr. Cui's wealth is due to the Qi-Wang technique.

And this person...

What he wants is a woman.

"Because he is clever and good-looking, at first others only thought that he had a way with women and could make them fascinated."

Mr. Cui continued to speak:

"No one thought that he used magic to influence other people's minds."

"until one day……"

He shook his head and said:

"This man offended someone he couldn't afford to offend. He had just charmed a woman, and the woman's husband came to visit him."

"result……"

"His hands, legs and even the thing underneath were all crippled, leaving only one life hanging on."

Tsk!

Fang Zheng was speechless.

This is entirely your own fault and you cannot blame others.

"Deserve it!"

Su Jin even said with a cold face:

"It's an advantage for this kind of person to keep him alive!"

"Ha..." Mr. Cui said with a smile:

"If he wasn't from the Wang family, the people he offended would have died countless times. How could he wait until someone he really couldn't afford to offend to take action?"

"Wang family?" Su Jin frowned:

"Is it great?"

"It's awesome."

When the Wang family was mentioned, even Mr. Cui couldn't help but look solemn and said seriously:

"The Langya Wang family can be regarded as the largest wealthy family in the Xia Kingdom. Over the past thousands of years, this family has given birth to thirty-six queens and ninety-two prime ministers..."

"To this day, I still control many things. Do you think it's great?"

Su Jin's expression froze.

His background is not low, so he naturally understands the meaning of Cui Lao's words. The rich young masters that ordinary people come into contact with are not really rich.

Being rich and noble is called wealth.

For example, ten years ago, the so-called "Four Young Masters in Beijing" and "One Emperor in Haizhou" were once famous, with each family having tens of billions of assets, but what about now?

The decline of decline, the disappearance of disappearance...

The real young master and young master are never known to ordinary people.

"Wang Clan Langya."

Fang Zheng was thoughtful:

"Unexpectedly, this family is still alive today?"

"Yes." Mr. Cui's eyes moved slightly and he said:

"I heard that the reason why the Langya Wang family can avoid every disaster and remain undefeated for thousands of years is because there are people in the family who are good at deduction."

"If the Taoist priest wants to find a fellow Taoist, you can visit him at home. You might be able to meet him."

"That's right." Fang Zheng nodded:

"I wonder where the Langya Wang family is?"

"The Wang family has several branches, and I don't know much about it. The Taoist priest can go directly to Qingzhou and ask that person." Cui Lao thought for a while, rummaged around the room, and found a sachet:

"The man's name is Wang Qi. Perhaps because he has done too many evil things, he has no sons. His two daughters were also kidnapped by his enemies and are missing."

"After Wang was deposed, he regretted what he had done. He tried every possible means to ask people to find his daughter. He sent tokens to many people at that time."

"Because I also know some magic, I also got this sachet."

He handed it to Fang Zheng and said:

"This thing belongs to his daughter. According to him, if someone helps him find his daughter, he can get the talisman inheritance from him."

"certainly."

"The Taoist Priest doesn't care about inheritance, but you can use it as a token to visit. That guy is no different between alive and dead now. If he has a token, he might be willing to say a word."

Fangzheng took the sachet. The shape of the object looked like a funny doll from a TV show when he was a child. The materials used were quite solid.

Ten or twenty years later, it still shows no signs of damage.

"good."

Nodding, he cupped his hands and said:

"Thank you Mr. Cui."

"Well……"

After thinking for a while, he said again:

"I should stay in Haizhou for a few more days. If Mr. Cui has anything to ask, you can go there. Pindao is always waiting for you."

"Really?" Boss Cui said happily:

"Very good!"

…………

Watching Fang Zheng enter the hotel and his back disappear completely, Cui Laocai reluctantly looked away and sighed softly.

"master."

Su Jin’s audio tape is curious:

"What happened just now?"

He only saw Fang Zheng tapping Mr. Cui's forehead, and then the master's attitude changed drastically, and even his spirit became excited.

"That feeling..."

Mr. Cui raised his head, his eyes confused:

"It's hard to put into words."

"But you kid is unlucky. What I have been praying for all my life only happened to me when I died, but you can inherit it directly."

"Hehe..." Su Jin scratched his head:

"Master, you will always be strong and strong. You will definitely live a long life. There will be many more days in the future."

Mr. Cui shook his head.

He knows his body well.

Although according to Fang Zheng, he is a person with extraordinary talents, the use of Zhanzhan Qi Technique is not without cost, it just depends on the price.

When you are young, you have enough energy and blood and strong recovery power, but you can barely support it. After you enter middle age, you feel obvious difficulty.

now,

He even felt that his energy and blood were depleted and his time was running out.

"pity!"

He sighed softly:

"If I could get the true method earlier, I might be able to live an extra ten or twenty years as a teacher. Everything is predestined, but I'm already content."

I was already in despair, but before I died, I received the fax method. What else could I be dissatisfied with?

"Go back!"

Waving his hand, Mr. Cui slowly closed his eyes:

"I want to sort out the things that Taoist Master Fang left for us."

hotel room.

Fang Zheng sat cross-legged and slowly unfolded the scroll in his hand. His movements were very slow and careful, lest he destroy the runes on it.

His expression was even more solemn.

"Tiangang Technique!"

"It turns out to be another ancient divine text, and it records a skill!"

With his fingers caressing, the true energy intertwined in the air and merged into ancient divine inscriptions, floating in the air, rising and falling, changing up and down.

After analysis, it was found that in addition to recording a skill called Tiangang Shu, the scroll also mentioned another ancient god.

Even the text is different.

"Swallowing God?"

Fangzheng's eyes moved slightly:

"Wolf head, snake body, eagle wings, tiger claws, scorpion tail... this sky-swallowing god looks very much like the wild gods Jiu Yuanzi encountered."

There are roughly three types of ancient gods.

One is a humanoid deity.

Like Yan Jun,

Although they may have three heads and six arms, brows with raised eyes, and feet of fire, in general, they all evolved from human appearance.

The second type is a heterogeneous combination.

Like a dragon,

Such as this swallowing god.

The miraculous appearance is pieced together from certain parts of various creatures, and in the end it is naturally all kinds of strange things, looking like deformed monsters.

The third type, which is also the rarest one, has no fixed form and is just an ethereal existence similar to wind and clouds.

Not only do the three gods have different appearances, but the ancient ancestors they protect are also different.

Most of the human race blessed by gods in humanoid form have become civilized. Even in ancient times, they knew how to plant and smelt. Alien gods are also called wild gods. Perhaps because they are aliens, the people under their rule are mostly in In a very primitive state, drinking hair and blood is normal.

certainly,

Now, except for the gods on the list of gods issued by the imperial court, all the others are evil gods, and they will be killed if they encounter them.

"Weird!"

Fang Zheng touched his chin with confusion on his face:

"Is it possible that there are not just one person or an ancient god who came here from another world, but several?"

I couldn't understand it, so I simply stopped thinking about it.

On the contrary, it was the Tiangang Technique recorded on the scroll that made Fang Zheng very interested.

Because I don’t know all the ancient sacred texts, and there may be some mistakes and omissions in them, I can’t practice them for the time being, and I can only have a rough understanding of them.

This technique uses the human body as a magical weapon to refine and strengthen the internal organs of the human body to the extreme. After the cultivation, the physical body is indestructible. The key is...

It can extend your life!

"Tiangang Technique can make a person's essence and blood powerful, with amazing recovery and defense power. It can be called a top human shield. Moreover, because the essence is sufficient and does not leak out, it creates an internal circulation in the body, so that only the essence cannot go out and the essence cannot go out. If it declines, it can theoretically even live forever."

"Well……"

Fang Zheng shook his head gently:

"Immortal life is highly unlikely to be possible, but there should be no problem if Wu Liu martial artist can live for another hundred or two hundred years."

Thinking of this, his breathing quickened and his heart beat wildly.

He is already flawless. If he can live for a hundred more years, he will definitely become a martial sect and a real person. When the time comes, he will be able to live for hundreds of more years if his cultivation is advanced.

Maybe...

One day, he can become a thousand-year-old monster!

"Mr. Cui!"

"Thank you so much!"

Fangzheng thanked him softly, his eyes shining brightly.

'I never thought that modern society also has the inheritance of other worlds, even involving ancient gods. Now that there are no masters of cultivation in this world, isn't it like an undiscovered golden mountain waiting to be developed by yourself? ’

'in this way……'

‘There’s no need to rush to another world! ’

…………

"ah!"

A scream.

Cheng Tao suddenly sat up from the bed and screamed:

"Ghost!"

"Xiao Tao, Xiao Tao." A woman hurriedly came forward with a look of panic on her face, hugged him in her arms, patted his back and comforted him in a low voice:

"There are no ghosts, no ghosts, don't be afraid, my mother is by your side, don't be afraid..."

"There's a ghost! There's a ghost!" Cheng Tao's face was pale, his eye circles were dark, and the flesh on his face was sunken. His appearance changed drastically in just a few days:

"There's a ghost!"

He yelled, pushed the woman away and ran outside with her bare feet.

"Stop him!"

The woman's expression changed drastically and she said anxiously:

"Quick, stop him!"

Several security personnel standing nearby immediately stepped forward, hugged the panic-stricken Cheng Tao tightly, and pushed him back onto the bed.

"ah!"

Being suppressed by several burly men, Cheng Tao was still struggling desperately.

At this time, his skin and flesh were all shriveled, like a skeleton covered with a layer of human skin, but the power he unleashed was not small at all.

Several people tried their best to suppress it, but there were signs of being unable to control it.

Even if tied with a rope, it still shakes wildly.

"Taoist Master."

With a worried look on his face, Father Cheng said to a Taoist priest with white hair and boyish face next to him:

"You see, my son has been like this these past few days. Whenever he closes his eyes, he has nightmares and cannot sleep at all."

"It's no use sedating!"

"Now he is so scared that he looks crazy. If he is not tied up with a rope, I'm afraid... he will really hurt himself."

"Well..." The Taoist priest gently stroked his beard and looked at the photo of Cheng Tao a few days ago. He couldn't help but take a breath and said slowly:

"Master Ling, I'm afraid I've offended something dirty!"

"What?"

"ah!"

Although Father Cheng and Mother Cheng had expected this, they were still shocked when they heard what the other party said.

"pretty close."

The Taoist priest looked solemn:

"In just a few days, Young Master Ling was sucked to the point where his essence was exhausted. I'm afraid it was a female ghost. Has Young Master Ling done anything recently?"

"This..." The couple looked at each other, both looking confused.

The two of them were so busy running their business all day and night that they had no time to care about their son, and they had no idea what was going on.

"Xiaohong!"

Father Cheng's eyes moved and he waved to the person standing at the door:

"Let me ask you, has Xiao Tao done anything special in the past few days? Or has he been to any special place?"

"No!" Xiao Hong shook his head, thought for a moment, moved his eyes slightly, and whispered:

"There is one thing."

"What's up?"

Mother Cheng said anxiously:

"Say it quickly!"

"This..." Xiao Hong opened his mouth, looking embarrassed, and then whispered:

"A few days ago, on the day Brother Tao fell ill, a girl from Hainan University committed suicide by jumping off a building. That woman had been with Brother Tao for a while."

"suicide?"

The Taoist priest stroked his beard, shook his head and said:

"Why did you commit suicide? It should be because of what Master Cheng Tao did, right?"

"This..." Xiao Hong looked at Cheng's father and Cheng's mother, and sighed helplessly:

"yes."

As he spoke, he told the whole story, including the shooting of the video. The people present were all his own, so he naturally had nothing to hide.

"This child..."

Mother Cheng sniffed:

"Why bother with that kind of woman? That one named Zhenzhen is exactly the same. She just couldn't figure it out and committed suicide. Why bother with us, Xiao Tao?"

Father Cheng nodded gloomily.

Several security personnel in the field raised their eyebrows, a trace of disdain flashed in their eyes, but they did not speak out.

"Taoist Master."

He looked at the Taoist priest and said in a low voice:

"Now that we know the reason, can we cast a spell to get rid of her?"

"This..." The Taoist priest's eyes flashed:

"Theoretically, there is no problem. As long as the female ghost is not too powerful, I can subdue it. However, subduing the ghost will consume life span."

"Taoist Priest!"

Cheng's mother said anxiously:

"How much, just tell me!"

"Is one million enough? If not, two million!"

Cheng's father frowned, seeming to blame Cheng's mother for making her own decision, but in the end he shook his head and did not object.

Compared with his son's life, what is a mere two million?

"good!"

The Taoist priest's eyes lit up:

"The sincerity of the two beloved sons is touching. Pindao is not a heartless person, and people and ghosts have different paths. Today is the time for Pindao to safeguard the right path."

"No outsiders can disturb me while I am casting magic. Please go out first."

"good!"

Cheng's father and Cheng's mother looked at each other and led the people back out of the door:

"Taoist Master, please be careful."

When all the people left, the Taoist priest rolled his eyes, the Taoist immortality on his face disappeared, and he said with a smile:

"What age are you in, and you still believe there are ghosts in this world?"

"Let me see!"

He rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Cheng Tao, who was tied into a meat dumpling:

"What happened to you?"

The Taoist priest is not a Taoist priest, but is actually a doctor and a psychologist. However, he found that being a psychiatrist is far less profitable than being a Taoist priest.

Simply change careers.

Arriving in front of Cheng Tao, the Taoist priest rolled his eyelids, pulled out his tongue, and frowned.

"It shouldn't be..."

"ah!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly screamed and collapsed directly to the ground. His crotch was soaked. He wanted to retreat but was trembling and couldn't use the strength.

But he saw a stream of black smoke rising from Cheng Tao's face, forming an illusory figure in the sky. The figure's eyes were scarlet, staring at the Taoist.

"Bah!"

A ghost howl sounded, and a cold wind blew up in the room.

"Mom!"

The Taoist priest screamed, and a force came out of nowhere, supporting him and throwing himself on all fours towards the door.

"stop!"

Yu Mancang's ghost body flashed and appeared in front of the Taoist priest, with a pair of ghost eyes staring at him:

"So it's just a fake?"

"fraud!"

He sounded disappointed and then said:

"If you don't want to die, do as I say."

"ah?"

The Taoist priest was stunned and nodded hurriedly: