One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 53: Sword Light, Storm, and Disaster in the Temple
Time is like a foggy river, flowing quietly.

In the blink of an eye, it is the Waking of Insects.

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a loud thunder.

Heavy rain came between heaven and earth.

However, there was a flash of lightning that seemed to fall at the entrance of the temple, and the lightning seemed to flash into the temple.

With this sound of thunder, Zhao Fuyun felt as if his body and mind were blown apart, and his inner consciousness seemed to be shattered.

It was like this day when the insects hidden deep underground were awakened and broke out of the ground.

Thoughts were like caterpillars, and were shattered at this moment.

At this moment, he felt that his mind was extremely pure. He turned around and reached out his hand towards the calamity fire. The calamity fire was like a flower plucked by an invisible hand, floating in front of him and wrapped in a ball of mysterious light that surged from his body.

Then he was seen sitting down cross-legged, with the Fire Evil floating above his head.

He began to close the evil.

During this period of time, he has been harmonizing yin and yang, and the mysterious light has become clear and bright.

I saw a ball of calamity fire surging in the mysterious light, as if it was going to dye the mysterious light red.

He felt a burning fire spreading in the mysterious light.

The foundation building actually consists of two parts, one is to combine the evil spirits, and the other is to form the talisman seeds. If you only combine the evil spirits but fail to form the talisman seeds, then you are building an empty foundation. There are many such people. When they practice, it is like walking in the mud, with every step being difficult.

He felt the meaning of the Dharma in the true evil of fire of catastrophe.

This is the most precious thing in Zhensha.

Some people say that the so-called Dharma refers to all "images", and the Dharma of catastrophe and fire has two meanings, one is "catastrophe" and the other is "fire".

After the mysterious light was dyed red, it moved towards his body and penetrated into the pores all over his body.

True evil enters the body, the five internal organs, and the meridians.

He just felt that his whole body was burning, and at the same time he felt that a disaster was about to happen.

It seems like a disaster is coming.

He listened to the thunder outside and felt a strong fear, as if the thunder was going to strike him. At this moment, he felt that he had sinned against the heavens and was going to be struck to death by the thunder.

Boundless fear surged in his heart, and he heard flashes of lightning. He wanted to get up and hide deep in the house. He felt that these lightning flashes were directed at him.

He tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart and visualized the Red Flame Talisman in his mind.

The talisman he was going to form in his dantian was the Red Flame Talisman, which belonged to the Five Elements and was Yang among the Yin and Yang. It was the easiest to increase magic power, but what he wanted was the talisman formed by the calamity in the calamity fire.

But whether it can be formed is not something he can control.

His consciousness now sank into the energy in his dantian, visualizing the Red Flame Talisman.

The formation of a talisman is equivalent to twisting the essence, qi and spirit together and tying a knot, so that they can no longer be separated.

His consciousness sank into the sea of qi in his dantian, and based on the calamity fire, he visualized and constructed the Red Flame Talisman.

Time passed little by little, and he suppressed his urge to hide in the closet. Even though he felt that he was going to die at any moment, he still did not move.

In this area, heavy rain poured down. The water on the hillside rushed into the river. On the nearby mountains, water also rolled into the canyon and poured into the Fog River. In a short period of time, the water in the Fog River surged. The originally calm river section also became turbulent, just like Zhao Fuyun's heart at this moment.

He heard the sounds of strong winds, heavy rain and thunder, and the raging waves, but he didn't know that in the wind and rain in the sky, there was a flash of sword light.

In the heavy rain, groups of human figures made of water dispersed again and again under the sword light, but the torrential rain between the sky and the earth was endless. After one water figure dispersed, more than ten water figures formed again, as if they had formed some kind of mysterious formation. In an instant, the sky turned into the ocean.

The arrogant sword light seemed to be trapped in the endless waves.

The sword slashed left and right, resisting wave after wave of waves.

There was a ball of golden energy wrapped around the tail end of the sword. The waves turned into an ocean, becoming thicker and heavier, and were about to completely bind the sword.

A voice sounded in the void: "Heaven-shattering Sea Style!"

The sword light that was gradually being trapped suddenly became brighter. The sword light was brilliant and became huge. After cutting through the vast ocean-like void, the boundless waves were instantly cut off.

The wind and rain in the sky were broken by a sword at this moment, and the heaven and earth seemed to be separated.

Then a person appeared. He was a man wearing a green Taoist robe, and the sword in his hand was inserted into the scabbard on his back.

He had a long face, his hair was tied up in a bun, a wisp of black beard on his chin, his face was cold and gloomy, he held a whisk in his left hand, which was resting on the crook of his arm, and his pair of slanted eyes were looking at the void where the wind and rain were rising again.

A person emerged from the wind and rain, and a voice said, "Tiandu Mountain is not good at teaching and preaching in the mountains, but is getting involved in disputes in the mortal world. Be careful not to be lost in the years like the Xuanxin Sect a thousand years ago!"

"You don't need to worry about what's going on in Tiandu Mountain. Today, I, Ma Sanhu, came here for no other reason than to see and test the sword." The horse-faced Taoist said coldly.

"Test the sword? Haha, you, Ma Sanhu, came to me to test the sword. Do you think I'm made of clay? Today, I'll let you know who has the final say in this storm."

"I have always heard that Master Yu of Fengyu Mountain in Qianshan Country must seize the right time when practicing. If the right time is there, he will be invincible in the same realm. Since I started practicing swordsmanship, the thing I love most is to cut off the right time."

As soon as Ma Sanhu finished speaking, his hand had already rested on the golden-sheathed sword on his back.

"Qiang!"

The sword chanted loudly, and the sword light broke through the clouds and rain, slashing at them.

The rain in the sky rolled towards him, and in an instant, the heavy rain formed a whirlpool, which rolled Ma Sanhu into it. Ma Sanhu swung the sword in his hand, stabbing, lifting, wiping, and tapping, with one move after another, he dispersed the whirlpools formed by the heavy rain.

For a moment, the two of them were fighting each other again. For a moment, the wind and rain in this world were sometimes strong and sometimes thin.

The sounds of sword chants and incantations rose and fell, sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low.

And on the earth below, Zhao Fuyun was sitting in the temple with Chi Jun beside him, and thunder was shaking outside the temple.

The Red Flame Talisman has already taken shape in his dantian, but this is not enough.

The meaning is still unfinished.

He relaxed his mind, and after the talisman was formed, he used the sense of calamity he felt to write the word 'calamity'.

But he failed time and time again, as if he couldn't find the root. He was like a blind man touching an elephant, he touched it but didn't know the whole picture.

Gradually, he felt tired, and thought, it would be better to just let it go. He had already formed the Red Flame Talisman, which meant he had successfully established his foundation. Many people did the same, forming one talisman at first, and then slowly forming more talismans, step by step, forming one talisman after another, which was also a form of cultivation.

When he began to relax and did not deliberately make talismans, the sense of calamity hidden in the flames in the qi sea in his dantian slowly emerged.

For some reason, a sentence emerged in his mind: "The three disasters and nine tribulations are all calamities. Who among all living beings in the world can escape them?"

A twisted, complex red "劫" character appeared next to the Red Flame Talisman. Zhao Fuyun's mind arose many insights, as if they came from the infusion of heaven and earth, or as if he had already understood it deep in his heart and just remembered it at this moment.

(End of this chapter)