The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 107 Secret Refining of Bright Light
After thinking for a moment, Uncle Jiu nodded repeatedly and said:
"This purple-headed golden-tailed scorpion is also extremely beneficial for cultivation. Since Seventh Uncle wants it, let's each have one."

"After all, this scorpion climbing has the effect of clearing the meridians, and it is also very beneficial for removing turbid qi!"

The purple-headed golden-tailed scorpion is a rare treasure among the five poisons that is raised in the sacred mountain of the Five Poisons Sect in Miaojiang.

These five poisons are extremely toxic, and one drop of their venom can corrode the blood, flesh, and bones of an ordinary person.

However, the reason why this purple-headed golden-tailed scorpion has become the most precious treasure in the Five Poisons Holy Mountain is because it has the ability to dredge meridians, strengthen tendons and bones.

How could any mortal cultivator not yearn for this kind of treasure?
It is even said that if someone could find the five poisonous creatures in the holy mountain and subdue them, it is very likely that they would be able to directly control the five poisonous creatures.

This is a level of cultivation that is comparable to the level of Yuan Ling in the cultivation world, and is a true top-level cultivator.

In every generation in the entire southern Xinjiang, countless lands and countless villagers have been nurtured for countless years to support one.

He can be said to be the patron saint of Miao territory!

Unfortunately, this kind of treasure is also a treasure that has been worshipped for generations by the Five Poison Sect of Southern Xinjiang and even many nearby villages.

It must not be taken away, and certainly not be possessed by anyone outside the Holy Mountain.

If it weren't for the horse thief Wang Po who stole the pair of purple-headed and golden-tailed scorpions from the Holy Mountain, she would not have been able to develop the Five Immortals Gang to such a large scale.

And this was a good deal for both of them.

After all, this thing is really a tonic for people like them who practice cultivation.

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Song Feng looked at him, and then the two of them laughed in tacit understanding.

Then, Uncle Jiu thought for a moment, then said:
"Awei, find two of your men to go to the Five Immortals Gang's lair and guard their stuff. Remember not to barge in without permission."

"After we deal with the bandit leader, we will clean out their lair..."

They had already inquired about the number of horse thieves a long time ago, and this time the thieves could be said to have come out in full force.

The old nest was completely empty, with almost no bandits left there, which left a foundation for them to wipe out the entire nest.

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, A Wei nodded, and then pointed out two brothers holding rifles from the side and said:
"You still have yourself. The two of you ride on the horse thieves' tall horses and go to the Five Immortals Gang's lair to occupy the place first. Don't let others pick our peaches."

"When everything is resolved, I will reward you according to your merits!"

After hearing what Captain Awei said, his two security team members nodded, then rode away on their horses with their guns on their backs:

"drive!"

"drive!"

They don't have the courage to fight zombies and ghosts, but they are not afraid to guard against petty thieves.

If I can’t beat the foreigners, can I still not punish you?

Seeing that the two brothers below had already ridden away, A Wei laughed and then came up to Uncle Jiu:

"Hey, Uncle Jiu, now that we have captured two bandit leaders alive, please let me know if there is anything else you need."

Looking at the shifty Ah Wei in front of him, Uncle Jiu thought for a moment, then said:
"How about this, you guys clean up the bodies first, and then lock up the two bandit leaders we caught."

"Once you have finished cleaning up these, you can go to bed early. You have been busy all day. Let's have some fun tomorrow night..."

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, A Wei nodded, and then called out to the brothers next to him:

"Brothers, work harder!"

Seeing Ah Wei busying around and working hard, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai couldn't help but grit their teeth:
"This dog is so attentive!"

Originally, there were already two of them in the charity cemetery, and they didn't want that bastard Awei to become their junior fellow apprentice.

But after thinking about it carefully, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but laugh:

"No matter what, I am the eldest senior brother of our sect. Even if Awei becomes your disciple, he still has to respectfully call me eldest senior brother."

"I have no pressure at all, Wencai, it's up to you from now on!"

Now he has drawn out his energy and practiced magic, and can be regarded as the best among Uncle Jiu's disciples.

The eldest brother's position is secure.

He is completely the banker in the gambling game. He will make money no matter he wins or loses. There is no need for him to worry at all.

After all, no matter how capable Awei is, once he becomes a disciple, you still have to serve him carefully, because he really has magic powers!
Seeing Qiu Sheng, who had just shared the same hatred with him, completely removed himself in an instant, Wencai could not help but feel angry:
"...Good for you, Qiu Sheng!"

But after gritting his teeth, Wen realized that he didn't seem to have a definite way to deal with Awei.

In the end, I had no choice but to give up.

Seeing that everything was done here, after discussing the division of the spoils with Uncle Jiu, Song Feng rolled his wheelchair back to the room:

"I haven't been back for a long time..."

After all, there are still a lot of people in the charity cemetery at this time, and it is estimated that the charity cemetery will be bustling in the next few days.

So naturally he couldn't collect the essence of the sun and the moon from outside, and could only return to his room to rest.

"But fortunately, the weather has been good these days, and the quilt on the bed has not gotten moldy..."

After touching the quilt on the bed, Song Feng nodded with satisfaction.

The next moment, he placed the rattan stick next to him on the head of the bed, and then sat cross-legged on the bed.

"Although the inheritance of Tantric magic is secret, as long as we find its core secret, we will be able to find the common points of practice."

"Originally, my body is a bit fragile, and I don't dare to use too much energy when practicing."

"Now that we have this Kundalini Meditation that can stimulate potential to the greatest extent, the Three Zombies Borrowing Life Technique can be considered to have a destination..."

During this period, he used the Three Zombies Borrowing Life Method to continuously absorb the Yin Qi from the ground, as well as the occasional Taiyin Qi from the sky. It can be said that his body has been well maintained.

If he does not want to restore his physical body but wants to become an immortal, then he can use special methods to turn himself into a flying corpse.

Unfortunately, he is not that short-sighted and naturally knows what is important.

No matter which school of practice one follows, the physical body is given great importance. Buddhism even regards the physical body as a raft to cross the world.

As long as you have a physical body, no matter how broken or old it is now, there will be a chance to make further progress in the future. The only thing to be afraid of is that this physical body has lost its vitality.

Among the real old monsters in the world of cultivation, none of them are willing to completely abandon their physical bodies and enter the world of Yin and Yang to be respected as the ancestor.

"After all, I know clearly what is real and what is fake..."

If you enter the Yin Yang Realm and act tyrannically, it is possible that you will be able to display strength like an immortal or god, but that is all illusion.

Although the Paradise Spirit House can enjoy eternal peace, in the end it is just clinging to a corner and trapping itself in a cocoon.

If this thing was really that useful, he would have worked with that old brother to develop it back then.

Thinking of this, he used the method of cultivating the tummo meditation and his years of accumulated experience to perform a great meditation external evil method:

"Zha!"

As the sound of exorcism rang out.

Immediately afterwards, it was as if an inexplicable aura swept over Song Feng's entire body.

Then, his spirit completely relaxed, and his body began to relax.

The Qi and blood that had been stagnant in the bone marrow began to flow slowly, releasing the Qi and blood that was pinned by the soul-transferring nail in the bone marrow: "Boom!!"

A sudden roar sounded from Song Feng's internal organs.

Then, the blood in his body began to flow rapidly like a surging river, and even made a turbulent sound:
"Crash..."

The flow of qi and blood was like the collision of rivers, appearing extremely turbulent and majestic.

Just at this time.

A ray of pure white fire suddenly lit up above Song Feng's spiritual platform as he was holding the spell:
"Teng!"

The next moment, a ray of pure white fire was seen starting from his spirit platform, illuminating his entire body from top to bottom.

It was as if all the filth on him had been burned away:
"...Poof!"

He couldn't help but spit out the old blood in his body, and then a gleam of light flashed in Song Feng's eyes:
“No wonder those old guys would rather die than let me get this secret cultivation method.”

"No wonder those old guys were obviously not as good as me back then, but they were still able to use their secret skills to stop me at any time."

"Although the name of the tummo dhyana is not nice, its effect is actually quite extraordinary, comparable to the real stuff in Taoism..."

When he thought of this, Song Feng looked into the mouthful of black blood he had spit out.

Then, I saw that the last soul-transferring nail that was originally nailed deep in the bone marrow had been forced out by him:

"Finally, I am debt-free. Now I don't have to fill this bottomless pit anymore. I can slowly repair this leak-proof body..."

It is always uncomfortable to have a few nails stuck in the body. Compared with the mysterious soul, his physical body is the foundation.

Now that he was free of the three soul-transferring nails that corroded his blood and held back his vital energy, he finally felt relieved and at ease.

"What a pity! Although this tummo meditation is one of the fundamental secret techniques of Tantra, it is not the way to immortality as the legend says."

"Although each road can only be passed by a handful of people, I am very happy to be able to get a fundamental method for reference..."

When he thought about the ending, Song Feng suddenly had a urge to attack the Tantric sect's lair and snatch their fundamental methods.

You have to pick on the weak. To be honest, most of the sects that claim to have methods to become immortals are difficult to deal with, but he can still make some efforts to deal with the Tantric Buddhism.

"But that's all for the future..."

When he thought of this, he stopped letting his thoughts wander too much and tried to control himself from mentioning the names of those old guys.

After all, although those guys from the Tantric Buddhism are not very strong, their magic and mental power are somewhat mysterious.

Even he had obtained a lot of similar spells, so he didn't believe that the old guys who took over the worship were not prepared at all.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be unable to clearly mention the name of an old friend he knows well until now.

"Crack!"

A series of bone-crackling sounds continued to emanate from all over Song Feng's body.

Then, Song Feng was seen standing in the darkness wearing dark black clothes.

At this time, his body was completely straight, and although his blood and energy were still very weak, a profound and majestic aura emanated from him.

His eyes were deep and dark, as if they had survived the passage of time and were filled with a sense of remoteness and sedimentation.

Standing in the darkness.

At this moment, Song Feng did not look like a righteous monk who was in full control of the situation, but rather like a mastermind hidden in the darkness.

"Om..."

An inexplicable aura suddenly flashed through his body, and vaguely one could see the essence of the two energies of gold and water reversing each other, and then they began to circulate spontaneously.

"Crash..."

Having just been freed from the restraints, the still somewhat weak qi and blood flowed rapidly in the body, making a sound like waves.

At a certain moment, his zombie body, which was originally forged with the essence of the sun and the moon, was like a flood that had been opened.

boom! ! !
In the blink of an eye, a huge amount of energy was released to replenish the kidneys and lungs:
"Gulu gulu gulu..."

His kidneys, which originally seemed to have some vitality but were still rotten, were now bubbling due to the excessive energy.

It is as if there is a spring that continuously gushes out essence, which is constantly gushing out essence in the kidneys.

The next moment, he just waved his dark black sleeves lightly:

“…Crash!”

Immediately afterwards, the three divine generals, about ten feet tall, that he had hidden in his sleeves floated out.

This time, the three pieces of rice paper did not grow in the wind. Instead, they fell directly to the ground and turned into three ordinary pieces of rice paper.

It's as if the spiritual light hidden within it has been lost.

Feeling the body that was completely under his control, feeling the five internal organs that contained a trace of vitality, Song Feng couldn't help but laugh:
"Now it can be considered a double happiness..."

As he finished speaking, one by one, tiny paper figures, only an inch in size, jumped out from the shadows on the three pieces of rice paper:
"Hahahaha……"

It was fine at the beginning. Every time the shadow shook, a little paper man would jump out of it.

But later on, the shadow in the shadow seemed to be unable to stay still and began to rapidly move:
"Bah!"

"Bah!"

"Bah!"

Three crisp sounds of paper being torn were heard, and then the three pieces of rice paper were suddenly torn into countless paper figures.

Each paper figure looked very spiritual, and dozens or even a hundred of them were standing upright in the room.

Even looking at their expressions, it seemed as if they were paying homage to the shadow where Song Feng was.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, they would have been frightened to death, but Song Feng looked at these little things with a smile on his face:
"Without destruction, there is no construction. After destruction, there is construction. Renjia Town may be the blessed land for me, but it seems that I can't stay here for much longer..."

When he said this, he looked at the dozens of small paper figures quietly, and then sighed softly:

"I haven't cast spells for so many years. I've only just summoned you out. I'm sure you're feeling a little lonely."

"But don't worry, there is still plenty of time to go. I can play with you slowly..."

When he spoke to the end, the dozens of paper figures seemed to be sensed and quickly merged into Song Feng's shadow.

In just a blink of an eye, dozens of paper figures completely disappeared without a trace.

Watching the paper man completely dissipate, Song Feng looked at the darkness behind him with some disdain, and then used his blood and qi to trigger the thunder sound:

"Rumble..."

The thundering sound of his qi and blood was only initiated from within, and to the outside world it sounded no louder than a firecracker.

However, as his qi and blood continued to vibrate, the abnormalities on his body and back began to slowly subside.

Then, he calmly walked out of the darkness with the four-square step, and then lay down on the bed and fell asleep peacefully:

"Tomorrow is another new day..."

(End of this chapter)