The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 140: Slim Waist Driving the Mountain
The night gradually darkened.

At this moment, Song Feng was the only one lying on the recliner in the courtyard, looking very calm.

However, if someone observes him carefully, they will find that his posture at this moment is very strange.

Although he was lying on a recliner, his figure seemed vaguely like a special pose.

Bend forward slightly.

His hands were also slightly put together to form a special seal.

If you tilt your head slightly, you will find that his posture looks like the ancient ritual of worship.

As the night gets darker.

One could vaguely see the yellow bud of magic power that had been dormant in Song Feng's dantian, which was now trembling slightly.

The yellow bud trembled very lightly.

But with each of his tremors, there seemed to be a little bit of purple air emerging from the yellow buds, slowly nourishing his dantian.

The Dantian was originally very empty.

But with a little bit of purple mist, it gradually moisturized the yellow buds in all directions.

The entire Dantian also became a little deeper.

The yellow buds kept floating up and down in the dark dantian, with purple air lingering around it in all directions, like stars accompanying the moon.

"Om..."

At one of those moments.

The yellow bud that had been trembling continuously in Dantian seemed to have touched something.

A stream of purple air rose from Dantian, passed through the twelve floors, and actually connected with Song Feng's mouth and nose.

Even more surprising.

Although he had opened his Ren and Du meridians by pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he was able to allow his magic power to flow naturally within the twelve floors.

However, the purple magic power in the yellow buds of his dantian was brewing faintly from his mouth and nose.

It looked like he had a purple pill in his mouth.

"Hush...huh..."

The sound of breathing continued.

Faintly, the purple air that lingered between his mouth and nose formed a special cycle.

The purple pill kept sinking and floating.

It looked like a fairy from mythology, swallowing and spitting out pills.

A magical thing happened.

As he continued to breathe in and out, the magic power he transferred grew the yellow bud, and the purple pill that had been floating in his mouth seemed to have triggered something.

Immediately afterwards, a little light appeared, and then it spread out from Song Feng's mouth and nose like a purple incense mist, rising straight into the sky.

This wisp of purple air is like a bit of incense.

Tingting and Nianiao turned into a straight line and flew towards the sky.

"call……"

At one of these moments.

The purple air that had been growing continuously began to slowly become more ethereal as Song Feng breathed it in and out.

next moment.

All I saw was a purple cloud that looked like green smoke, and it seemed to be connected to the bright moon in the sky.

A little bit of clear light fell from the purple air.

It seemed as if there was a hint of chill.

that's it.

As the purple pill continued to be swallowed and spit out by Song Feng.

The bits of light in the sky that seemed to be falling from the bright moon began to be swallowed into Song Feng's mouth.

Although the glow is very faint.

However, it made the purple pill in Song Feng's mouth become darker in color.

Even the recliner he was lying on seemed to have become a little cooler.

"...Gulu!"

Gently swallowing the ball of purple light in his mouth, Song Feng, who had been lying on the recliner, couldn't help but gently stretch his body:
"Invade the mysteries of heaven and earth, seize the fortune of the sun and the moon, the essence of the sun and the moon is the treasure that is most difficult to deplete in this world..."

After letting out a soft sigh, Song Feng immediately took his foot away from the place where the three yin meridians intersected.

Immediately afterwards, the entire charity cemetery returned to peace again.

And the yellow bud that was constantly floating up and down in Song Feng's dantian also began to slowly become silent at this moment.

However, compared to the originally empty Dantian, now there was a thick layer of purple air around the yellow bud.

the next morning.

Uncle Jiu also got up early as usual.

However, when he got up early and washed up, he saw his seventh uncle lying on the recliner, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised:

"Eh? Uncle Seven, have you eaten anything tonic recently? Why do you seem to be more energetic than before?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu finished washing up, Song Feng slowly stood up from the recliner and also picked up a towel to wipe his face:
"The reason why you see that I am full of energy is because I spent the whole night gathering moonlight last night, and my body is full of energy..."

Listening to the old man Seventh Uncle bragging again, Ninth Uncle couldn't help but curl his lips slightly:

"It's fine if you use this to deceive others, after all, others don't know, how can I not know?"

"The easiest thing to absorb nowadays is the purple energy of the morning glow. Although the moonlight may occasionally fall, it is a gift from heaven and earth that practitioners cannot easily pick."

"The bodies of cultivators are mortal, and are far inferior to the supernatural powers of the ancient masters. If you had gathered the moonlight last night, what I would have seen this morning would have been a cold corpse."

"These days, the only ones who can safely collect moonlight to practice are powerful mountain spirits, wild monsters, zombies, and ghosts."

"Evil essence belongs to Yin, so it can naturally carry the moonlight. We practitioners should just honestly collect that ray of morning glow purple energy."

As he spoke of this, the sun suddenly rose in the east.

There seemed to be a little bit of purple air vaguely lingering in the sunlight, which suddenly emanated from it.

Saw this scene.

Uncle Jiu, who had just finished washing up, pinched the sun and moon spell with his hands, then took a deep breath towards the east:

"hiss……"

As he guided with his magic power, it seemed as if something really entered his mouth:
"Gudu!"

A swallowing sound was heard, and then Uncle Jiu's face turned slightly red, and then returned to normal:

"This is what it means to swallow the morning glow and gather purple energy. What a pity. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has already declined to the limit. Swallowing this trace of purple energy into the stomach is at most a small consolation."

When he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but sigh.

Who doesn’t envy the ancient practitioners?
In the heaven and earth, the spiritual energy gradually declined, and all creation became silent.

A hundred years ago, practitioners could still inhale and exhale purple qi to improve their cultivation, but nowadays the purple qi has become somewhat dormant.

The purple air from the morning glow is not as effective as practicing meditation in ordinary way.

Who would be willing to absorb this breath of purple air?
Looking at Uncle Nine who stopped practicing after swallowing a mouthful of purple air, Song Feng couldn't help but chuckle:
"These days, no one believes the truth. If you insist on thinking this way, then I can't do anything about it."

"But this Taiyin Qi is indeed not easy to digest. Even now, my stomach is still cold..."

When he said the last sentence, Song Feng rubbed his belly gently, and it looked as if it was true.

Seeing the old man's actions, Uncle Jiu shook his head, then walked to the side and began to greet Qiu Sheng:
"Qiu Sheng, have you read the book on the basics of talismans that I gave you? Do you understand how to collect the appropriate materials for casting spells?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's question, Qiu Sheng nodded, and then looked at the big black dog tied at the door.

"Master, I already know the methods of collecting materials, but we can't use most of them."

"I'd better learn from you and use yellow paper. After all, it's cheap and easy to use, and I don't have to run around..."

Although the book "Basics of Talismans" recorded many methods of refining unique talisman paper, he still wanted to follow Uncle Jiu and use yellow paper.

After all, I don’t have most of the refining materials recorded above, and most of them are very expensive.

He couldn't bear to use so many extraordinary materials and so many old medicines to make a piece of paper for drawing talismans.

It's a joke to exorcise demons and monsters and even pay for it.
After hearing what Qiu Sheng said, Uncle Jiu nodded, but then he also glanced at the big black dog tied in front of the door:

"If you have an idea, you must decide how to deal with it as soon as possible. A monster like this that has eaten human flesh and sucked bone marrow cannot be kept!"

If an ordinary dog ​​bit someone, it would be beaten to death, let alone this dog demon that had dug graves, eaten human flesh, and sucked human bone marrow.

Although this dog has only just begun to develop intelligence, the way he develops his intelligence does not conform to the Maoshan lineage's recognition of him as an elf.

It is also because of this that it is best not to keep this big black dog for a long time, as it is not conducive to spiritual practice.

"Okay, Master. I've made up my mind. Since I don't want to use his blood to draw the talisman, let's kill him."

"After all, it's time for this old dog to die. We can't keep it alive and waste our charity cemetery's food."

Originally, I kept it alive because I planned to use this black dog blood to study whether it could be used to draw talismans.

Now that Qiu Sheng is unwilling to study the spellcasting materials, this old dog is naturally of no use.

If it was just a simple dog, there would be no problem, but if it was a demon that had gone astray, that would not be okay.

Good and evil are in opposition and are fighting each other for a lifetime!

Seeing how the master and his apprentice easily decided the life and death of the big black dog, Song Feng looked regretful:
“Tsk tsk tsk tsk…I thought you kept the black dog for some great purpose, but I didn’t expect it to be just this?”

"This is a spirit after all. Even if Qiu Sheng doesn't intend to use this black dog blood to draw talismans, it shouldn't be wasted so easily, right?"

After hearing what Uncle Seven said, Uncle Nine didn't care about this at all:
"This kind of monster cannot stay for long."

The reason I saved the dog's life last time was to let Qiu Sheng learn something.

Since Qiu Sheng is too lazy to study and decides to learn how to draw yellow talismans from him, there is no need to keep this monster.

Looking at the two prodigals in front of him, Song Feng sighed helplessly:

"After all, I come from a big sect. I can't really make good use of waste and squeeze out all the resources..."

Whenever they encounter practitioners of other unorthodox ways or this kind of monster, most of them will think of how to make use of it.

Whether it's knocking out marrow and sucking bones, or refining various black magic spells, you have to use it eventually.

It has to be this big sect.

Even though Uncle Jiu is usually a bit stingy, he is really generous when it comes to training disciples.

After all, Uncle Jiu really had no money, but he brought down many magical instruments, inheritances, and various spellcasting materials from Maoshan.

This is the real background!
People don't care about a tiny wild dog that has just begun to gain intelligence and doesn't have much spiritual energy in its blood.

The reason why I keep this thing is just to let my disciples understand it.

The spiritual energy in this wild dog's body is not worthy of Uncle Jiu's extraction to be used for refining spellcasting materials!

Hearing what Uncle Seven said, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but become interested, and then he carefully moved closer to Uncle Seven:
"Seventh Uncle, besides using his blood to refine spellcasting materials, does this big black dog have other uses?"

To be honest, if he really wanted to bury this big black dog quickly, he would feel a little reluctant.

After all, it is just a monster.

Although he was too lazy to study how to use the blood of such monsters to draw talismans, he also wanted to not waste any resources.

Seeing Qiu Sheng and Uncle Seven running over there and mumbling again, Uncle Nine's face darkened, and then he said seriously:
"Seventh Uncle, we are a reputable and upright sect. Please don't provide Qiu Sheng with spells that are not suitable for him to practice."

The reason why he heard Qiu Sheng had no interest in this research and simply let Qiu Sheng deal with the old dog was to guard against this move by his seventh uncle.

After all, this old guy has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

Especially since this thing is a monster, who knows if this old thing will come up with some weird magic to give him a headache?
Although he was born in Maoshan, not all the unorthodox magic spells were recorded in Maoshan.

If we talk about unconventional things, this old fellow who has been in the spiritual world for many years has a lot of things in his hands.

There are so many strange spells in the world, and he is not sure whether he has heard of or seen some of them. He does not want Qiu Sheng to go down the path of beating drums and sucking marrow.

The noble and upright path is their way.

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Song Feng sighed helplessly, as if he was feeling a little emotional:
"We have known each other for such a long time, why do you still have such prejudice against me?"

"Well, although I come from a side sect, I am at least a serious practitioner and will not do too many bad things..."

When he said this, he paused for a moment, then seemed to remember something and said:
"Oh, right, I remember that the beast department in the Maoshan Sutra Library seemed to have a side door magic called the Slim Waist Driving Mountain Technique, right?"

"If I remember correctly, that spell seemed to require a special material..."

When Uncle Seven said this, a light suddenly flashed through Uncle Nine's mind:
"...Slim Waist Mountain Driving Technique?"

Hearing the name of this spell, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but suddenly understand.

I remember, he remembered.

In the second floor of the Maoshan Sutra Library, the beast section of the mountain beast magic lineage does record such an unconventional magic.

The material required to cast the spell is a dog.

But then, Uncle Nine couldn't help but frown and looked at the smiling old uncle Seventh Uncle in front of him.

That’s not right!

It had never occurred to him that Maoshan had this magic. How come this old guy seemed to know it better than him?
(End of this chapter)