Chapter 65: The Power of No Form
"I can't give you a fairy fate."
This is the first sentence of the little Taoist priest after he brought him into the door.
"Xiansheng, this..." The old man's face became anxious.
"I can't give you the fate of immortality, but there is an existence that can give you the method of immortality. Are you willing to see him?"
He looked at him meaningfully.
"Please recommend the immortal," the old man bowed and said.
"Look here."
The dry fingers pointed to the back, and looked in the direction of his fingers and was a dim divine platform.
Huh ~
The candle on the divine platform suddenly lit up automatically, illuminating the divine platform here.
There is a painting above, and there is a vast ocean, and a mountain stands in the vast ocean.
There is a creature that looks like a dragon but not a dragon, with fish body and snake tail occupying most of the painting, with the tail connected to the sea and the sky above the head, making the mountains and seas on the painting become the background.
"Is this..." The old man looked at the painting and frowned and thought.
"This is the god worshipped by this temple, who is Panshan Lord, the god of mountains and seas."
Huadian's face was calm, but you could still see the strange look on his face after careful look.
"This is the first time I heard of the God of Mountains and Seas..." The old man stroked his beard and fell into deep thought.
"Why, don't it look like it?"
Dry eyes with playfulness.
"It's so good. This Panshan Lord has the majesty of the mountain Lord, the figure and spirit of the dragon god in the sea. If there is really a god of mountains and seas in this world, it should be this god."
The old man praised on his face, and his eyes showed a pious look.
"I want to recommend it to you is this God of Mountains and Seas."
Sweetened to dry face and smile.
"Great sage, please recommend it to me."
The old man was very happy. He had little life span. As long as he could lead him into the path of immortality, he would not care about what this existence came from.
"No hurry, Mr. Panshan has already paid attention to you. This is the immortal powder. If you take it ten times, you will feel the grace of God in ten days. It depends on your sincerity."
Huagan took out a paper bag wrapped in yellow talisman from his sleeve and handed it to the old man.
"Thank you the gods and thank you the immortals."
The old man took the paper bag with excitement.
"You go back first."
Let him leave with a dry and wave his sleeves.
When the old man left, he came to the backyard and bowed to report to the tiger dragon: "King, the thing has been given."
"Well, I already know."
The tiger dragon shows its body from the soil.
Giving the gold powder tempered by the demon fire to this old man was just a leisure chess he played on a whim, and he wanted to make some gold by the way.
"Are all the things that the king gave him really immortal?" Hua Gan couldn't help but ask.
"Gold has immortality, and demon fire can temper it, and take its essence, and eat it to prolong life."
The tiger dragon said without hesitation.
There is hope for turning dry eyes. The pursuit of immortality is nothing more than the way to live forever. Anything that can prolong life is precious.
"But, this thing tempered by the demon fire is unbearable to the human race." Hu Jiao understood what he was thinking and looked at him with a smile.
"Will he die?" Hua Gan frowned.
"No, he will get a stronger body and a longer life span, but he will never be a human being."
What the tiger dragon says is not false. Everyone knows that demons cultivate humanity, but few people know that humanity can also cultivate humanity.
The golden powder carries his demonic power. If it is taken for a long time, it will naturally be eroded by his demonic power.
If it erodes a lot, it will turn into a demon.
If you turn into silence, humanity will be extremely difficult. Moreover, most demons now have the purpose of cultivating human bodies, and cultivating monsters will only be even more difficult.
"If nothing happens, then go ahead."
Hu Jiao said that years of life as a demon had made him accustomed to being alone in a demon.
Most people or ghosts around him are afraid of him. This is determined by an asymmetry of identity. Only in front of similarly powerful existences such as General Kui, can he feel like he is talking to his friends.
"There is another thing. I suspect that someone outside the Taoist temple has been monitoring and investigating recently."
Huagan said quickly.
"What's going on?" Hu Jiao narrowed his eyes.
"Recently, believers who have been visiting each other have always been asking about the situation in Xianyun Temple. Some of the believers who went up the mountain clearly have strange intentions in their eyes."
Let’s talk about the recent situation.
"Little boy!"
The tiger dragon screamed.
The little ghost wearing a cap quickly appeared in front of him and responded respectfully.
"After night, you took the hundreds of ghosts in the Hundred Ghost Banner to wander around the mountains, patrolling the surroundings to see if anyone stayed in the mountains at night."
A long banner was taken out of the void by a tiger dragon and handed over to the child's hand.
In terms of controlling the Hundred Ghost Banner, the child who was once a fierce ghost is better than the one who has good talent in practicing Taoism.
The little boy responded and left with the Hundred Ghost Banner.
After talking about the situation, Huagan also did his own thing.
Apart from the occasional tragic servitude that comes to the mountain to deliver daily necessities, the source of the child possessed and the only two living "people" on the mountain.
Huagan also needs to practice in daily life. In addition to coming out to entertain believers who come up the mountain at a specific time, the cleaning and other matters in the mountains are handled by children and ghost soldiers.
But the ghost soldiers are special and can't let them patrol the mountain. Isn't this clear telling everyone that there are any changes on the mountain?
"This peaceful day is finally over."
The tiger dragon sighed a little.
Since he got up to this mountain, he usually brought his food from the bottom of the mountain. He was very leisurely and just needed to practice with peace of mind.
Relying on the spiritual medicine in the backyard, his cultivation has reached about sixty years in just a short period of time.
The metallographic magic power has broken through the first level, with a longer life span, an increase in physical strength, and some formless powers are also available.
Well, in fact, the body can change freely, big or small, but the maximum cannot exceed your current body shape.
It can only be a little more convenient when doing some things, and the consumption can also be lower when doing soil escape.
This ability also enhances actual combat. At least your limbs can reach the level of apes, and the body proportions are more coordinated during combat.
Whether it is the attack methods such as claws, biting, tail hitting, or some actions that are available to humans, such as elbow strikes, knee pushes, and whip legs, they can be done more easily.
Once he entered the combat state and used his magical powers, he looked more like the holy master in a certain anime in his previous life, rather than the original form of a salamander.
I thought to myself that the tiger dragon changes its shape at the same time, making the limbs longer.
Take out several sets of boxing and leg movements.
He had a foundation in Sanda in his previous life. Although he has been there for so many years now, his memory is still very deep.
It also has the ability to be formless, not restricted by the original joints, and does not need to lay a foundation. A set of boxing techniques can be well-made.
"But the so-called combat skills are ultimately a minor path, and only one's own cultivation and supernatural powers are the foundation."
The tiger dragon transformed away the power of magical powers, escaped into the ground, and started the Namo Ksitigarbha Sutra.
Chapter completed!