The Museum of Beasts (Museum of Deadly Beasts)

The tentacles looked around, looking a little curious, but also a little cautious and afraid.

At this time, Lin Jin was already seated.

Because it is a dilapidated courtyard, the house has long been damaged and cannot be lived in, so he and Lao Dao are in the courtyard, using stones as benches, and they are not particular about it.

On a wooden pier, there are several kinds of dishes. Only one stew is served in a bowl, and the others are made of oiled paper leaves. It can be seen that this old man is a person with great taste in eating. In such an environment, you can get so much food.

And wine.

A jar of old wine has been opened, and the aroma of the wine is overflowing.

At this time, Lao Dao changed to a clean porcelain bowl, filling Lin Jin with a bowl.

"Lin Jianshi, there is nothing good here in the poor road. If you don't dislike it, you can try this dish and taste this wine." The old Taoist Wu Qian was not restrained at this moment.

He knew that if the curator was replaced, he would definitely not be able to talk and laugh like that.

The curator is dignified, not angry, and the teacher Lin Jian in front of him is very gentle.

"The Daoist doesn't need to be polite. I'm here this time, just to respect the curator's order and chat with the Daoist." Lin Jin said, picking up the bowl and taking a sip.

The wine is not bad, it is no worse than the so-called famous wine in the big restaurant in the city.

This sentence, even if it is a conversation.

"I had a chance to see the curator's supernatural powers that day. I have been thinking a lot these days. I have been puzzled in my heart for many years, and I am not happy." Wu Qian also took a sip.

Lin Jin smiled: "Daoist, but it's okay to say it."

"Okay." Wu Qian thought for a while: "Pin Dao master inherited the Tianhe Mountains Locking Cloud Temple, which was quite prosperous a thousand years ago, but a thousand years ago, the immortal way had already fallen, but there were still some great powers of practice at that time, but Soaring through the clouds and driving the fog, performing supernatural powers and magical methods, being at ease, cultivating the avenue of longevity, and then a generation is not as good as a generation. When my master respected the river channel, Suoyunguan was already withered, but only three or two people. Now the way of beast pets is prevalent, But Pindao is still practicing along the ancient method, but the years have passed, and Pindao's cultivation has not seen any progress, and he is already at a loss."

Wu Qian said that his expression was bleak. Obviously, the hardships over the years were nothing, and the most important thing was that the goal was gone.

If you don’t even know what to do in your practice, wouldn’t you be at a loss?

"That day, when I saw the curator use the nebula to transform the world, Pindao was shocked. I can't imagine that in today's world, there are still capable monks who use such techniques. The great power of the ancient times, when you think about it, you can set up a country, the sun and the moon change, and the day becomes the night. Although the curator is not as powerful as the great power of the ancient times, it can also be called a person with a high level of cultivation. To lead the way, I begged the curator for guidance, Pindao wants to ask, follow the immortal way of cultivation, but there is still a day to come out?"

When the old Taoist Wu Qian asked this question, his eyes were expectant, and he was like a confused person waiting for guidance.

This problem is a bit bigger.

Lin Jin himself didn't know, so how could someone answer it?

"This..." Lin Jin pondered for a while, and secretly said that from the current point of view, the fall of the Immortal Dao is an indisputable fact, just like the inheritance of this old Dao. After thousands of years, it has not become such a scene, it is desolate.

So after thinking for a while, Lin Jin said truthfully: "Is there a day when immortal cultivation will come out? It is difficult for Lin to answer, even if the curator is here, the same is true. Although you saw the curator use magic on that day, you don't know if the curator is really good at it. In essence, we are all just beast appraisers. According to what you Taoists say, we need to follow the laws of heaven. Now that beasts are in power, why do we have to go all the way to the dark? A monkey demon, I think Suoyunguan also has a similar cultivation method, it is better to study it, as for the body immortal, you can continue to cultivate, it happens that I also have a few cultivation techniques here, we can communicate with each other and make progress together."

Lin Jin's answer was considered satisfactory.

Old Taoist Wu Qian's eyes lit up when he heard it.

He naturally knew that the laws of the Dao of Heaven were not something that he and Lin Jin, or even the curator could explore. As Lin Jin said, since the beasts are now in power, it is better to follow the Dao of Heaven.

Next, Lin Jin explained to Lao Dao 'contemplation of ideas', and Lao Dao listened to it with fascination. Later, he talked about 'internal breathing and breathing', but this Lao Dao also had a set of corresponding exercises, which confirmed each other with Lin Jin. , and then completely defeated. Obviously, the inner breath breathing method that Lin Jin obtained from the Beast Museum is more powerful and more orthodox, and the old man also wrote down all of it.

As for the following 'Pulse Refinement Technique', Lao Dao doesn't quite understand it, and this is normal. After all, this pulse training method is to be used in conjunction with the Pulse-Seeking Needle Technique. If Lao Dao doesn't understand the acupuncture technique, naturally he doesn't understand it. understood.

Therefore, Lin Jin didn't talk much about the pulse training method.

Lin Jin has talked a lot here, and Lao Dao is not good at prostituting for free, so he also took out the formulas and exercises from the bottom of the pressure box in his lock cloud view.

Mainly the decree.

This Lin wanted to know as soon as possible, so he listened very carefully.

Speaking of which, most of the things that I gave to the old Taoist Wu Qian were the methods of condensing the spiritual sense and spiritual energy of the physical body, and the imperial talisman that the old Taoist said was a serious Taoist technique.

Lin Jin is also very savvy, and after listening to it once, he has some insights.

The so-called decree talisman is mostly written with the spiritual energy of one's own cultivation. Generally, it is performed by force. If you want to use the thunder method, you can use the power of the thunder god. There are many thunder gods in Taoism, and they are different. There are also those who can use the thunder of heaven, but this It's too mysterious, and it's hard to have rules. When Lao Dao talks about what he is good at, his eyes are shining and he keeps talking.

During the period, Lao Dao drank and ate meat, obviously he was in the mood.

"We Suoyunguan, it was well known that the edict was strong back then, but it was not enough later on. In the generation of Pindao, we can't even write a serious edict, and I'm extremely ashamed. The imperial talisman used by the white ape was written by my master."

Speaking of helplessness, Lao Dao shook his head again and again, hating himself for not being able to live up to his expectations.

Lin Jin was pondering the decree method given by the old Taoist. This method is indeed mysterious, but Lin Jin has the experience of studying the Nebula Realm, so he is inspired at this moment.

"Look, the Five Elements Fire Talisman is written like this." Lin Jin dipped a little wine with his chopsticks at this time, and then wrote on the slate.

The old Taoist Wu Qian drank a lot of wine, and was a little drunk at the moment. He leaned his head and watched Lin Jin write the edict in seal script on the slate. Just a glance, he was stunned.

He rubbed his eyes.

"Why does it seem like there is a fire?"

Wu Qian thought that he was dazzled, but looking at it again, it was true, and not only was he angry, but he was really angry.

Not to mention the old Taoist Wu Qian, even Lin Jin was taken aback at this time. He had just finished writing the seal script of the edict, and he tried to move it, but he didn't expect that a flame was really emerging from the slate.

But for a moment, the slate was burnt to pitch black and cracked, showing that the fire was no trivial matter.