Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 129: One Sword for Ten Spirits
Today, Zhao Yifu had fried rice with vegetables and bacon for dinner, which was very delicious.

This was a dinner that satisfied everyone from humans to cats and dogs, and the entire pot was eaten clean.

Zhao Yifu patted his belly and felt extremely satisfied.

He began to understand what the Taoist monk Bai Na said: people always need to eat.

He was eating not just to satisfy his appetite, but to remember what it felt like to be a human being and to satisfy his appetite at the same time.

After a hearty meal, Zhao Yifu prepared to practice the Shouren method again.

But at this moment, he unexpectedly discovered that fog had formed around him...

The fire in the village had not yet been extinguished, and there were still some flames burning, but they appeared hazy in the fog.

But this fog is not simple. It comes from the mountains, carrying a strange and quiet charm.

Even in the fog he heard some strange noises, quite disturbing.

Originally, Zhao Yifu was planning to start the "Shou Ren Law", but he didn't expect this to happen to him.

Then we have to slow down a bit.

Because, how should I put it, his Mirage Secret Art is good at using fog to create illusions.

No matter how you look at it, this seems like his home court?

But he felt that something was wrong with Wu Zhong's condition. His face looked a little ugly and his breathing became increasingly rapid.

He quickly asked, "Uncle Wu, what's wrong with you?"

"Meow!"

Yiyi cried out in his arms, looking very anxious.

At this moment, a rather pleasant voice came from behind him: "Hurry up and get him into the carriage. There is mountain miasma in this fog. It's not a big deal for ordinary people if they inhale a little, but it's not good if they inhale too much."

He turned his head and lifted the door curtain, and saw Hua Da Niu sitting there seriously. The beautiful female voice just now was from her.

Outside, Xiaohu's eyes widened. He probably didn't expect that Hua Da Nv could also make the jiazi sound.

Anyway, cats are born with the ability to catch things.

After hearing this, Zhao Yifu quickly asked Wu Zhong to get in the car, and then used the door curtain to block the fog.

Zhao Yifu even placed a water seal at the door just to be on the safe side.

He created this seal with ease. Since fog itself is a form of water, a water seal is just right for it.

As for himself, he had nothing to worry about. Not to mention that the Haoran robes he was wearing were impervious to water and fire, the pure Yang Qi running through his body already made him passively immune to this miasma.

The pure Yang fire burning in the body is extremely overbearing.

The only thing that made him feel sorry was that the donkey pulling their cart had no place to hide in the fog and was rapidly weakening.

Zhao Yifu felt uncomfortable in his heart, because he thought that this was a soul after all, and it was because of him that it came here to face this danger.

He felt uncomfortable because his thoughts were not clear.

Taoist practice emphasizes clear thoughts.

So he couldn't help but think about how he could help the donkey.
As he pondered, he suddenly turned around and shouted to the carriage, "Xiao Hu, Da Niu, do you think that the pills that humans eat can be eaten by animals?"

The beautiful voice of the big girl came again: "Yes, the master is really kind-hearted. That stupid donkey is really lucky to meet the master."

Zhao Yifu shook his head, then took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into the weak donkey's mouth.

This pill is very simple, it is a 'Miasma-Breaking Pill'.

Although it is just an ordinary version of the "Breaking Miasma Pill", countless rare medicinal materials are used to refine it.

Originally, Zhao Yifu didn't want to waste it like this, but who made him have no confidence in the simple version of the "Ji Miasma Pill"?

After all, the donkey was not poisoned by the miasma, but was completely soaked in the miasma.

The effect of the Miasma-Breaking Pill, which uses so many precious medicinal materials, is not simply detoxification, but it can ensure that the donkey is immune to miasma for a period of time.

This is awesome.

Now that Zhao Yifu has used up all the precious medicinal herbs on him, he really wants to rob the homes of one or two more wealthy families. There will always be some good things to be found from their places.

The donkey recovered, which made Zhao Yifu very happy.

At the same time, the movement in the fog gradually faded away, as if something appeared with the fog and then left in the fog.

Zhao Yifu carefully distinguished the sound and said, "It sounds like footsteps?"

Xiaohu poked his head out from a corner of the carriage curtain, twitched his ears, and whispered, "Master, there are zombies crawling out of the ground and walking into the mountains."

Zhao Yifu asked in surprise, "Can you hear it?"

Xiaohu said: "I can hear it, and I can see it a little bit."

Zhao Yifu said enviously, "You guys are really talented."

Xiao Hu shook his head and said dejectedly, "The best are humans like you, Master. Otherwise, why would we demons cultivate into human forms?"

"Because we are animals, we are not recognized by the Heavenly Dao and cannot become immortals. Only by cultivating into a human body can we gain recognition."

At this time, Hua Da Niu's pleasant voice could be heard from the carriage again: "Don't say that, that's just our trouble. The Master's immortal journey will naturally be smooth sailing and a natural outcome."

Xiaohu lowered his head and said, "It's my subordinate Meng Lang."

"Master, please rest. I will take care of this place. No accidents will happen."

To be honest, Xiaohu gave Zhao Yifu the feeling of a loyal warrior, a little old-fashioned but dedicated to his duties and completely trustworthy.

He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll leave it to you."

As he said this, he closed his eyes, sat cross-legged and began to practice the Shouren method.

After all, he still felt that the Shouren method was the most reliable.

This continued until dawn, when the thick fog dissipated.

Zhao Yifu opened his eyes, stood up and looked out from the top of the mountain. The burned village came into view again.

But now the village no longer gave him any strange aura, only destruction and decay.

However, just as he was looking out, he suddenly saw a man slowly approaching from the other side of the village entrance.

The man had a bald head and was wearing a bright red silk cloth. He held one hand upright in front of his chest, with a look of compassion on his face.

"Namo Lunzangwang, the Buddha, who has committed such evil that has caused so much suffering..."

Zhao Yifu heard the monk's voice, or rather, the monk made him hear it.

He thought about how to start a conversation...

But then I thought again, why should he talk to me?

What the remnants of Lunzang Temple did was extremely evil. What else is there to say?
So he suddenly released the Shouren method in his body, and then pulled out the Dayangming bronze sword from his sleeve.

The cold mountain shoes under his feet created ice flowers, allowing him to walk in the air from the top of the mountain and walk down to the monk.

During this process, the scorching sun fire on the big Yangming bronze sword was already burning fiercely.

Before anyone arrived, the raging sea of ​​fire had already been left behind.

At this moment, the red-robed monk looked quite confused.

To be honest, he came here with such an attitude just to discuss the Dao with this foreign cultivator.

The destruction of Lunzang Temple in the past has taught them a lesson: they must never allow themselves to be isolated.

So this monk was planning to discuss Dao with Zhao Yifu. If he could convince him, that would be the best. At worst, he could just sneak attack him during the discussion...

Unfortunately, he encountered someone who didn't play by the rules at all. The monks from Lunzang Temple were already showing off, so most people would have to chat with them, at least to maintain some respect, right?

But Zhao Yi Fu took action without saying a word, which made people very uncomfortable.

Not only did it block the monk's many arguments, but it also deprived him of the opportunity to launch a sneak attack...

The overwhelming flames enveloped the monk, but he showed no fear. He simply pulled up the string of Buddhist beads hanging from his neck and threw them overhead, forming a rotating skull formation...

That’s right, the Skeleton Formation. These so-called Buddhist beads are actually made of skulls.

And it wasn't an adult's skull, but a baby's skull!
Zhao Yifu felt uncomfortable watching this scene.

What made him feel even more incredible was that the pure yang flame that should have been very effective in exorcising evil was actually blocked by the skeleton formation!

Why is this?

Because he felt the extremely pure charm coming from the skeleton.

That is the novelty of a newborn baby when it sees the world for the first time, and it is the newborn true yang of a human being!

But this kind of resentment is also very heavy. It is the resentment of birth that arises when a baby is deprived of his life at birth. It can also be said to be the most difficult thing to deal with among all resentments.

Some evil practitioners would use infants to practice magic, using the resentment of the first birth. Naturally, it is extremely powerful and difficult to deal with.

However, this kind of evil cultivator will often suffer severe backlash, because the resentment is originally directed at the evil cultivator himself!

But this monk was different. He actually used faith to suppress the resentment of his first birth.

He also understood something from his conversation with Taoist Bai Na, that is, the Lunzang Temple would even ask believers to voluntarily offer what they needed in the name of faith.

In other words, these baby skeletons were most likely offered to the monks of Rinzo-ji Temple by their parents, who were believers!

So, where should the resentment of these babies’ first births be placed?

Coupled with the suppression of the blessing of faith, this skull pendant actually exerted the pure power of true yang with a ghostly and evil appearance.

Therefore, Zhao Yifu's pure Yang fire was unable to do anything to the opponent.

What’s even more infuriating is that the other party’s actions are simply the biggest mockery of the Chunyang lineage.

To put it bluntly, the Chunyang Sect is about the exploration and pursuit of the true yang between heaven and earth, and in the human world.

How is Lunzang Temple's use of evil and unorthodox methods to forcibly control the True Yang any different from 'in-person NTR' in the eyes of a Pure Yang disciple like Zhao Yifu?
It's unforgivable.

Zhao Yifu landed on the ground, and then the pure yang fire in his dantian also merged into the big Yangming fine copper sword, and then the sword body burst out with extremely terrifying power.

The scale-like patterns on the sword's body resembled waves of magma, and an overwhelming wave of fire formed around Zhao Yifu...

This is scary, very scary.

Anyway, the monk was scared.

He now deeply regretted making this trip today. How could he meet such a scoundrel who would fight as soon as he met him, and if he couldn't defeat him with one move, he would just use his ultimate move?
What could the Tibetan monk do?

The only choice is to continue to fight.

Zhao Yifu's sword stirred up a raging sun flame, just like the god of fire in the world, and it felt like it was no longer a power that ordinary people should have.

Moreover, this move is obviously a large-scale full-screen attack, and now the Wheel of Revelation monk cannot dodge it even if he wants to run away.

It could only sacrifice the ten baby skeletons again, arrange them around itself and slowly rotate them, and then use the cold resentment hidden deep in the skeletons to dissolve its anger.

The sea of ​​fire covered the sky and the earth, but all the high temperature heat waves were absorbed by the ten skeletons.

Zhao Yi Fu saw this scene, and even because he invested the Pure Yang Fire that was integrated with his own essence, energy and spirit, he could feel the coldness contained in the ten skeletons.

Zhao Yifu was not afraid or retreated, but continued to ignite the flames as if to compete with him.

This was really a show of strength. He felt that his sect was inherited from the Taoist Chunyang Yan, and was the authentic Chunyang Dao in the world. How could it be suppressed by an evil and weird god in this remote wilderness?

Of course, he was not being serious about it because of any belief in his heart. Even if he didn't win, it didn't matter to him. He just wanted to give it a try when he felt confident.

Then this test revealed a problem.

Because his flames were all driven by the Great Yangming Fine Bronze Sword, a pure yang magic sword, his extreme stimulation might not cause much damage to himself, but it would cause great damage to the Great Yangming Fine Bronze Sword.

So much so that at a certain moment, a crack suddenly appeared on his sword.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound woke Zhao Yifu up suddenly, and at the same time he felt heartbroken.

but……

He could feel that the cold resentment in the ten skulls was actually about to dissipate.

Zhao Yifu felt it would be a pity to give up now.

Just let this sword break into pieces!

He admitted that he was being sentimental at this time.

So he continued to activate the Great Yangming Bronze Sword, and even injected a stream of his own true energy into it.

"Idiot! I taught you the way of the sword, but you treated the sword as a firewood stick!"

Suddenly, he heard a somewhat angry curse in his ears.

But he saw a scroll flying out from his sleeve and then unfolding in front of him.

The master was very angry.

"Even if I'm just a fire stick, you still don't understand. Can't I just do this and that again?"

In the picture of summoning gods, the ancestor was hurriedly performing a sword dance for him.

Zhao Yifu seemed to understand what was going on, while Emperor Wenheng in the picture of summoning gods was stroking his beard and laughing as if watching the fun.

There was no other way, Zhao Yifu could only imitate the master who had broken his defense and practiced the same set of moves by waving the sword in his hand.

The next moment, the flames he swung out actually moved along with his sword dance... Suddenly, it was like a fire dragon flying across the sky!

At the same time, the power of the flame increased countless times in an instant. The ten gloomy skeletons were ignited at once, then dyed golden by the flames, and then burned to ashes.

Look at that monk again?
His face had changed drastically and he hurriedly threw out one magic weapon after another.

But in the end it was all useless, and everything turned into ashes under the raging flames.

Zhao Yifu put away his sword, but halfway through his action, the large Yangming bronze sword that had killed the evil monk for him fell to the ground like dust under the weight.

He was bewildered and lost.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The scroll floated over, and the ancestor laughed long and hard. Then he asked, "Foolish child, do you regret exchanging a Pure Yang magic sword for ten boys to return to the cycle of reincarnation?"

The pure yang flame just now eliminated all the resentment in the ten infant skeletons, which naturally also meant that their souls that were controlled by evil magic could be liberated.

Zhao Yifu shook his head and said, "No regrets. A gentleman should do something."

The ancestor and Emperor Wenheng in the painting laughed with satisfaction.

Then the ancestor said, "You have no regrets, but I cannot let you suffer any loss."

"I will now pass on this style of the 'Fire Dragon Sword' to you. In the future, you must continue to use this sword to slay demons and uphold justice, fulfilling the aspirations of a gentleman!"

Zhao Yifu knelt down and said, "Thank you, Master, for the Dharma."

Well, there is nothing wrong with bestowing the Dharma, but he is a scholar from a literary background and has inherited the true sword art from the ancestors. How embarrassed are those guys from the sword school?

　Two chapters, done. I didn't want to rush it, but it landed me in the recommended slot.

(End of this chapter)