Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1395
In the Immortal Cave, Ding Ermiao carried his eldest brother into the rockery array, passed through the Bagua and entered the Nine Palaces, and came to the Yin and Yang Gate.

To prevent an accident, Ding Ermiao put his eldest brother aside and told him not to move.Food and water were also placed at Ding Jiajun's feet, allowing him to eat and drink as he should.

After placing his elder brother, Ding Ermiao took a deep breath, raised his hand and struck the earthquake position with a thunderbolt from his palm.

The Yin and Yang Gate slowly opened, and the inside was still filled with clouds and mist, and the cool air was refreshing.

Ding Ermiao stepped into the door slowly.This time there was no thrust to repel him, but the fog in the cave was too heavy, making it difficult to see far away.

Worried that there was some mechanism inside, Ding Ermiao walked slowly and watched.

Unexpectedly, the cave is so huge and so wide that I can't even find the end.In this vast and empty environment, Ding Ermiao actually felt a trace of fear as he walked.

"Who is coming?" Suddenly, an ethereal voice came from above.

It was a man's voice, very strange.

"Who?" Ding Ermiao was taken aback, turned around to look around, but there was no one there, and hurriedly shouted: "Who is hiding in my fairy cave in Maoshan? Get out, sir!"

"Master? Hahaha..." A hearty laughter floated in my ears, and a figure gradually came from the thick fog.

Ding Ermiao looked carefully and couldn't tell whether the other party was a human or a ghost!
The visitor was in his 40s, dressed like a scholar in Han Dynasty, with a white face and black beard, and an immortal demeanor.

"Who...are you?" Ding Ermiao reached into his waist and grasped the handle of the corpse whip.

"Corpse whip?" The scribe nodded and said, "I haven't touched it for a long time..."

Ding Ermiao felt a cold sweat break out on his head, and he stuttered and asked: "Could it be that you are...the Patriarch?"

"Hahaha, you kid finally recognized me." The scribe nodded and said, "My name is Mao Ying."

"Zhenjun Damao?" Ding Ermiao was even more surprised than seeing an alien, but his identity was unknown, and he did not dare to worship him rashly for fear of leaving a laughing stock.

I thought again, why is the Patriarch still alive in the world?It's over this time. Can I still show off in the future?Moreover, the statues of Damaojun in the Three Palaces and Five Temples of Maoshan are all old men. Why is this patriarch so young?
"You don't believe me?" The scribe looked at Ding Ermiao's face and asked.

Ding Ermiao nodded and said, "Disciple... I really can't believe it."

The scribe smiled, suddenly pinched his fingers and chanted a mantra:
"The avenue is invisible, and it always lives in the dark. The sage is the sage, and the spirit is the spirit! Those who go against it will die, and those who follow it will live! One hundred thousand celestial masters continue their lives, one hundred thousand real people inject life, one hundred thousand golden boys guard their souls, ten thousand Thousands of Jade Girls guard the shape, one hundred thousand gods eat ghosts, one hundred thousand powerful warriors gather spirits, one hundred thousand generals slay demons, one hundred thousand diamonds bind evil! Mustard seeds come out from Xumi, spirit treasures subdue demon seals, get up!"

Following the sound of the incantation, shadows of talismans flew out from the scribe's fingertips and rushed towards Ding Ermiao.

Ding Ermiao opened his eyes wide and was surprised and happy. What he was happy about was that this man knew the formula for activating the Maoshan Great Seal, and he must be a senior of the Maoshan Sect. What was surprising was that the power of this man's spell seemed to be very powerful, and there was actually something on his fingertips. The shadow of the talisman flew out, which was something I could never do!
The man jabbered for a long time, then suddenly stopped and asked: "The great seal of Master Lingbao is not on your body?"

"No, in Xuyun Temple." Ding Ermiao replied.

"No wonder I didn't respond after reciting it for a long time!" The scribe slapped himself on the head, suddenly changed his fingers, and started reciting in a low voice.

After just three or two recitations, Ding Ermiao jumped up, threw the corpse whip in his waist on the ground, and shouted: "What are you doing? This... what kind of magic is this?"

The corpse-beating whip lay on the ground, twisting and bouncing like a spiritual snake.The scribe was not seen moving, and the handle of the corpse-beating whip had already fallen into his hand.

"The Three Pure Dragons have their own truth. When they enter the sea, they reveal the spirit of the dragon. They are as urgent as the law!"

The corpse-beating whip in the scribe's hand shook, the whip cord suddenly thickened, and a dragon head suddenly appeared at the tip of the whip.Dragon teeth, dragon eyes, dragon beards, and dragon scales are all revealed!

"Hoohoo...!"

The dragon's mouth opened, and a stream of flames spurted out, shooting dozens of feet away.

Ding Ermiao was stunned and in a daze, as if she was in a dream.

"Hahaha..." The scribe laughed loudly, took the corpse whip away with a shake of his hand, threw it to Ding Ermiao, and asked, "Don't you believe it? I sealed a dragon spirit in the corpse whip, so I will So powerful.”

"Master Patriarch!" Ding Ermiao knelt down and kowtowed: "Disciple Ding Ermiao, you have a blind eye..."

Damao Jun waved his hand and lifted Ding Ermiao up with a soft force, saying: "Those who don't know are not guilty. After 2000 years, no one can believe me if they see me."

Ding Ermiao stood up, rubbed his eyes and asked: "But are you... living until now, or have you descended to earth? Have you always... lived here?"

"It's not like you're a Seven Fairy. Why would you go down to earth?" The scribe shook his head and sighed: "It seems that all the spells I passed down have been wasted by you."

Ding Ermiao felt ashamed for a while and defended:
"Master Patriarch, you can't blame us for this. Over the past 2000 years, how many things have changed in the world? There have been many dynasties and dynasties, and I don't know how many times they have changed. Although Maoshan Taoism has declined, it is still second to none among the Taoism schools in the world. .The foundation of Maoshan is still intact."

"That's right." Damao Jun nodded and asked: "It seems that you don't understand when the Yin Master said it?"

"Master Yin? This disciple doesn't understand." Ding Ermiao explained honestly.

Lord Damao looked up at the roof of the cave, walked a few steps, and said:
"I considered the continuation of the Maoshan lineage back then, so I set up the Yang Master and the Yin Master. The Yang Master, as the name suggests, is the human master of Maoshan disciples; the Yin Master is myself. If the Maoshan lineage is cut off, I He will communicate with the last Maoshan disciple, teach him in his dream, and let him inherit the Maoshan Taoism. ... What you see now is the Yin Master."

Ding Ermiao thought for a while and asked, "Patriarch, my disciple is stupid, you mean... I am in a dream now? What I see is not your real body, but your primordial spirit?"

"You can teach me a child. But I am not a soul now, I am just a remnant left in the world." Lord Damao said.

Ding Ermiao didn't quite understand and asked: "But Grandmaster, where is your true body now after you returned to the void?"

"Of course it's the way of heaven and humanity, let's not talk about this." Lord Damao looked at Ding Ermiao and said:
"You can understand Xiaoyao Taoism and enter the Yin-Yang Gate, so you must have been born in response to the catastrophe. In this case, I am afraid that a catastrophe in the world is imminent. Ermiao, I wonder how much Maoshan Taoism you know now, and what magical powers you have?"

This time, the fortunes are great, and the ancestor teaches in person. From now on, the Taoist teachings will not reach the heavens?

Ding Ermiao was ecstatic, but he didn't dare to show it, and said: "How can this disciple have any magical powers? I am stupid by nature and only know some small tricks."

(End of this chapter)