Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 145
For the next ten months, Li Yan stayed in the temple to practice painstakingly.

Taoist Huangmei taught him two Taoism techniques, one is called paper-cutting into soldiers, and the other is called stick solution, both of which are wonderful ways to fight and escape.

It took Li Yan more than half a month to barely comprehend the mystery.

In the bright starry Han Dynasty, a little yin god sits on the altar.

After a long while, Li Yan suddenly opened his eyes, then pointed to the paper figurine on the table, and said in his mouth.

"Xuxu Lingling, generalize the true monarch, help the poor and help the poor, cut paper into soldiers, return the three souls to the left, and return the seven souls to the right, get up quickly, and obey my laws."

As soon as the voice fell, the paper figurine seemed to have acquired spirituality, and moved without wind, trying to break free from the shackles of the altar.

The Taoist nodded in satisfaction, then threw the paper figurine on the altar out, chanting words again.

"Taiwei Patriarch, Danfang guards spirits, builds armor, exorcises evil spirits and assists righteousness, yang and cloth body, comes and restores Huangting, jade talisman true qi, shocks swords and soldiers."

"rise!"

Suddenly a strange wind blew up in the room, rolled up a thick stack of paper figurines, fluttering and wriggling in the air.

As soon as the dust settled, the small courtyard was filled with wrestlers in white helmets and white armor. Looking around, there were just as many people as there were.

With just one thought, these warriors can be commanded like arms.

Looking at its aura, it can be compared to a martial arts master in the secular world. If a monk in the late stage of Qi refining is not paying attention, he may fall into his way if he forms a formation.

"That's right, this paper-cutting becomes a soldier, and you can be regarded as a little promising."

In the courtyard, Taoist Huangmei stroked his beard in satisfaction and praised.

"It's all taught well by my uncle."

Li Yan sank the Yin God into the Niwan Palace, not daring to take the credit and be proud, so he kept refusing.

"What a naughty boy, let me take the old man's trick."

The Taoist Huangmei loved this nephew more and more, but he didn't say anything, and suddenly waved his sleeves and beckoned towards Li Yan.

Li Yan felt dizzy for a while, and before he could react, he was put into his sleeve by the old Taoist.

"Uncle, at any rate, give my nephew some preparations."

In the distance came a laughing figure, looked closely, who else could it be if it wasn't Li Yan?
"You hozen!"

Huang Meizi also took out a piece of wooden stick from his sleeve at this time, and cursed with a smile.

It turned out that long before he made a move, Li Yan had made up his mind, and before he could speak, he used the method of sticking out to break free from the shackles of the universe in his sleeve.

"I don't know if my nephew's meager cultivation can enter the eyes of my uncle?"

As soon as Li Yan cupped his hands, all the white-helmed wrestlers in the courtyard turned into paper figurines and fell into the storage bags.

Taoist Huangmei didn't answer directly, but changed the subject instead.

"Although the white-helmed fighters are yin soldiers, they cannot be included in the righteous gods, but after all, they have a little pure yang meaning. Since you have successfully practiced paper-cut soldiers, it is only a few days before you want to step into the realm of day tour thing."

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, never expecting Taoist Huangmei to guess so accurately.

The scorching heat of summer is like an oven, which is of great benefit to the monks to polish the yin spirit and strengthen the yang spirit.

In addition, Li Yan has practiced paper-cutting into soldiers during this period of time, and his mastery of spiritual thoughts has reached a new level, and he has a vague feeling of breaking through the barriers.

Yinshen Day Tour is within easy reach.

The Taoist with yellow eyebrows said three times of great kindness, and seeing that Li Yan was puzzled, he patiently explained to him.

"This Ten Thousand Immortals Ceremony, after discussion between the old man and the Miaoguang bald donkey from Chiguo Temple, we decided to set up three competitions to compete. They are the early stage of Qi refining, the middle stage, and the later stage. Whichever of the two is the winner."

"Originally, the old man was still struggling with who to send for the second round, but now he has a candidate."

The yellow-browed Taoist flicked out a jade talisman engraved with Dharma characters.

Li Yan hurriedly caught the jade talisman, but there was no joy on his face.

"Uncle, if such an important matter is handed over to my nephew, is it..."

Li Yan didn't dare to say that he didn't consider it directly.

"It doesn't matter, this competition is not just a competition of fighting skills, but also all kinds of things like geomantic omen and praying for rain. It can be said that there are everything. You boy is proficient in qi, and the way of talismans is all-encompassing. It can be said that he is currently the best candidate. "

"As for fighting skills—"

The Taoist with yellow eyebrows squinted at Li Yan, with a narrow smile on his lips.

"The two hands passed down by the old man are enough for you to save your life. It's really not good. Don't you still have your master's sapphire gourd?"

Now that the words have come to this point, there is no reason for Li Yan to refuse, so he can only respond with a bitter face.

"Don't think that this old man is harming you and trying to win a country. This kind of credit is enough to keep you in the inner scene in the future. Otherwise, you will have to accumulate Dao merit until the year of the monkey just relying on the missions of the sect to fool children."

Seeing Li Yan's bitter face, Taoist Huang Mei reprimanded him bitterly.

"If it weren't for your boy's extraordinary talent, it's rare for this old man to cherish talents, so what does your life have to do with me?"

After finishing speaking, he kept muttering that he had to go to the lecture hall to stay for a few years after this matter, lest all the good seedlings be cut off by Ku Sanzi's old bastard.

Taoist Huangmei had already talked about this, and Li Yan could only try to stabilize his realm before the Dharma conference.

Otherwise, losing face is a trivial matter, and if you lose your life, you can only restart the next life.

Seeing that Li Yan adjusted his mentality so quickly, Taoist Huang Mei didn't say anything, but asked Li Yan to choose a room next to his abbot so that he could give advice himself.

Don't think that the abbot means the abbot of the temple. People have a square inch and a heart of heaven. There is a fairy island called Abbot in the Taoist classics. Therefore, the abbot in Taoism can be the supreme leader of the forest in ten directions, and it can also refer to Yiguan. Abbot's residence.

To be instructed by an interior scene master, this is the treatment that a direct disciple can only occasionally enjoy.

Taoist Huangmei's move was clearly trying to pry the corner of Ku Sanzi's corner.

But Li Yan didn't know this. In the next few days, he seemed to be aware of the urgency of time. That meant leaving one door and not going through the second door. He locked himself in a quiet room and focused on finding a breakthrough opportunity.

In order to hide this hole card, Taoist Huangmei didn't even tell his disciples in private.

On this day, Lingzhuzi was returning to the temple to report to Taoist Huangmei on something important.

When passing by the courtyard, I happened to catch a glimpse of Li Yan looking at everything around me curiously, reaching out to touch this and that from time to time, so I couldn't help pausing my steps a little funny.

Just as he was about to make a few words of ridicule, he suddenly saw the other party's hand go straight through the leaves.

"Day tour!"

Ling Zhuzi couldn't help exclaiming in surprise, although the voice was not loud, it still caught Li Yan's attention.

"It turns out that Senior Brother Lingzhu has returned. Shenxuan was rude and asked Senior Brother to wait for a while and come back as soon as he goes."

After all, the whole person melted away like ice and snow, and not long after, the Taoist figure slowly walked out from the view.

"Shen Xuan, you..."

Ling Zhuzi felt as if her throat was blocked by something, and was speechless for a while.

It has only been half a year, and the other party's cultivation base has progressed from out of body to yin god's day tour, which makes Lingzhu, who has spent 70 years of refining Qi perfect, feel so embarrassing.

Seemingly seeing Lingzhuzi's embarrassment, Li Yan's figure flickered, and two identical figures appeared under the sun at the same time.

"Senior brother came just in time, just in time for the day when junior brother broke through the pass."

Who else is the one who is talking, not Li Yan's Yin God?
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