The first cause of all realms

Chapter 260 Supernatural Powers (Part [-])
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The night is receding, and the morning light is just born.

In the manor built by the mountain, there was a faint sound. After a while, the smoke rose and the aroma of porridge and rice spread.

In the side room, a little Taoist got up, put on his clothes, and went out. Although it had been a long time since he went down the mountain, he still had the habit of getting up early for many years.

If he was on the mountain, at this time, he should go to fetch water, cook, and wait for morning class, but the people down the mountain are much more diligent than him, and they have already got up to work.

At this time, he could already smell the fragrance of rice.

"Finish the morning class and then have dinner."

The little Taoist swallowed. Last night, he quietly ran to the kitchen and ate some meat. The taste was really delicious.

After thinking about it in his heart, he turned around a few times and came to the backyard, a quiet yard.

In the yard, there was light and sound, and there seemed to be quite a few people.

but……

Glancing at the two altars built in the yard, even though he had seen them many times, he still couldn't help but feel a 'thump' in his heart.

It has been a few days since the two altars were built, but, before yesterday, the altars were only in shape, but now, the whole picture is hidden.

Red candles, sandalwood stove, sandalwood dish, water purification cup, French slips, wooden fish, divination map... etc. are all available.

Only the 'Moyun Order' is missing, and it is the real Dharma altar.

"Is there really a chance to see my uncle stepping up and down? I don't know who is going to be unlucky..."

The little Taoist felt pity in his heart, but also throbbed a little.

Although the "Moyun Guan" where he is located has always had the saying of dual cultivation of Taoism and martial arts, most of the disciples only heard about it.

"The Dharma altar should not be scrutinized, it is a capital offense to desecrate the patriarch!"

There was a voice shouting from inside the house.

The little Taoist was startled, and hurriedly bowed his head to apologize. At this time, another voice came:

"Skylark, come in quickly! Today, your uncle is teaching the Fa. If you miss it, you will have no chance..."

"Yes!"

The little Taoist, Yunque, shivered and pushed the door open.

Inside the house, the whole body is paved with wooden boards, with various patterns on it, and there are people sitting on several futons, and the one in the middle is an old Taoist with a childlike face and white hair.

Holding a whisk in his hand, his eyebrows drooped.

It's his uncle, Taoist Miaofa.

Beside him are two younger Taoists, one of them, with cinnabar dotted between his brows, is his master, Taoist Miaoyun.

"Sit down and listen."

As soon as Miao Yun raised her hand, the door was closed with invisible energy.

Little Taoist Priest Yunque hurriedly sat down, a little nervous and curious, wondering why his master suddenly taught the Fa.

"lark."

Just as the little Taoist sat down, the old Taoist in the middle spoke:

"You have been in the sect for nearly 18 years. You fetch water, cook, do morning classes, and chant scriptures every day. Do you have any complaints?"

"The disciple has no complaints."

Skylark lowered his head.

"Brothers in the same sect can practice martial arts, but you can't. It is reasonable to complain. However, if you are not allowed to practice martial arts, the sect has its own intentions."

Taoist Miaofa said lightly:
"You also know that my Moyun Sect has the inheritance of 'Tao' and 'Martial Arts'. You have only mediocre talent in martial arts, but you are born with the seeds of Dao cultivation."

"Uncle wants to teach me the 'different art'?"

Skylark looked up, surprised and surprised.

"Taoism!"

Taoist Miaofa's voice sank.

"Cough! Brother, it's just a name, why should you care?"

Looking at his only disciple, Taoist Miaoyun said:

"The so-called Taoism is not a legendary spell, but a general term for a kind of strange martial arts that was born out of martial arts but is clearly different from ordinary martial arts.

This kind of strange technique is extremely powerful, but it is difficult to get started, and it is also difficult to master it, and it requires extremely high talent from the performer..."

"Anomaly."

Skylark suppressed the excitement in his heart and listened quietly.

"How can it be the same?"

Taoist Miaofa looked displeased:

"The so-called strange arts are born out of supernatural powers, but the Taoism of our sect is derived from the supernatural powers of the old master!"

Taoist Miaoyun retorted:

"Where did the martial arts come from?"

"you!"

Taoist Miaofa stared and almost walked away, but he endured it, and instead of looking at his junior brother, he looked at Yunque solemnly:

"Your master doesn't know the art, but you must not think like this, otherwise, one day you will be in danger when you meet other people who possess Taoism."

His expression was so solemn that Yunque didn't dare to refute and could only nod.

"Different arts are born out of martial arts, and may not be higher than martial arts, but Taoism is born out of the magical powers of fairy gods in legends. Although it cannot be compared with the legendary magical powers of moving mountains and filling seas, chasing stars and taking moons, it is also beyond martial arts. above!"

Taoist Miaofa spoke slowly.

The two old Taoists beside him were a little unhappy:

"Why is it beyond martial arts?!"

"Martial arts can be learned by everyone. There is no doubt that there are at least one or two people in each generation who can learn martial arts. It is beyond doubt."

Taoist Miaofa snorted coldly:
"The patriarch left a message. In ancient times, only those who possessed the fruit of the Tao could establish a sect and teach disciples. Why? I didn't say it in the past, but I didn't want to hurt you.

Today, let's talk about it! "

Speaking of this, he took out a gold-plated token with his backhand, and said:

"It has been said in ancient times that those who have attained the fruit of the Tao can control supernatural powers. However, the fruit of the Tao is rare, and the supernatural powers are even less. Even if a sect is established, the disciples under the sect must rely on the gods to enter the 'door of practice'... "

"God seed?"

Now, the two veterans were a little surprised.

They naturally knew that the Taoism in the door could only be performed through the "Moyun Token", but they did not expect that without the Moyun Token, they would not be able to enter the door.

"Is this the God Seed?"

"Yes, the seed of supernatural power!"

Stroking his long beard with his hand, Miaofa Daoist's face is full of color:
"The inheritance of each family and sect is different. Some use talismans as the foundation, some use swords as the carrier, and some use books as the inheritance. We can find out the root. This thing is called the 'God Seed'."

"God Seed."

Skylark swallowed, eyes burning.

In these years, he has not learned any martial arts except for changing his blood. He himself is quite eager for martial arts, but at this time, it is naturally different.

"Master's hiding is deep enough. After all these years, he has never leaked a word..."

Miao Yun and the other old Taoist looked at each other, feeling a little helpless.

"The Moyun order can only be passed on to one or two people in a generation, so what can the teacher do?"

Miaofa and Taoist shook his head slightly:

"Even the poor, if it wasn't for Yu Wanghai's aggressiveness, he would not say anything until he died..."

"Yu Wanghai..."

The two veterans were silent.

No one thought that the most ineffective junior who was kicked down the mountain to ask for a living back then would make the whole sect look up to him decades later.

"He sent his son into my sect for more than 20 years without paying any attention to him. What kind of plan did he come up with, as a veteran, don't you know?"

Miaofa experienced sneered:

"He thinks he can handle me, but I won't let him do it!"

"Having said that, but now I have to rely on him to wait..."

Taoist Miaoyun shook his head slightly.

"We can do things for him, whether it is to eradicate dissidents for him, or anything else, but the patriarch's inheritance cannot be left in his hands!"

When the Miaofa Taoist said this, his heart suddenly moved.

boom!
Outside the house, there was a low muffled sound.

"Who?"

The eyes of the three old Taoists were fixed, and the next moment, the door of the room was opened, and Miao Yun and another old Taoist rushed out of the room.

Taoist Miaofa also clasped the Moyun Commandment in his palm and strode out.

Skylark was still digesting the old man's words, and it took him a while to react. When he went out, he saw a man in tattered white clothes, looking embarrassed and extremely exhausted, rushing into the backyard.

He recognized this person, he seemed to have met him more than a month ago, his name was Mu Huan, he seemed to be a big figure in Liansheng Sect.

At this moment, he felt the power of this person.

A few zhang away, the heat radiating from his body is almost no less than that of the direct sunlight at noon. Such a strong blood energy is not inferior to his own teacher and uncle.

What is it that makes such a big man so embarrassed, and even has unconcealed fear?
"Why is Master Mu so embarrassed?"

Miao Yun frowned slightly, as she could tell that Mu Huan had no injuries on his body, but he had consumed a lot of energy. He didn't look like he was defeated by someone, but rather exhausted after being chased by someone.

"Yu, is Brother Yu here?"

Mu Huan flung himself on all fours, gasping for breath, feeling extreme pain in his muscles and bones, and twitched involuntarily.

After ten days of almost sleepless raids, even if he took the pill, he had already reached his limit, and he was only a mile away from the reverse flow of Qi and blood.

If he ran away to death, then he would be the biggest laughing stock in the world.

"There's no need to ask, people are already here."

Before he could answer, Miaofa Laodao's complexion sank, and he looked towards the gradually brightening night.

uninvited guest!
Miaofa Laodao looked at the night from afar, and faintly sensed an extremely powerful killing intent. The killing intent was so strong that his pupils shrank involuntarily.

"who is it?"

Taoist Miaoyun frowned and looked at Mu Huan.

"Jin, Jinyiwei Qianhu, Yang, Yang prison."

Mu Huan gasped for breath several times before sitting down cross-legged, adjusting his breath to relieve the boiling blood.

"Jinyiwei Qianhu?!"

The veteran Taoists were startled, and looked at each other, not knowing what expressions they had.

"Just a thousand households of Jinyiwei killed you so embarrassingly?"

Taoist Miaoyun's expression was very delicate.

"That's Yang prison!"

Mu also spat out a mouthful of black blood from his eyes, his chest heaved and he gritted his teeth:
"That Yang prison who killed Ji Longshan and Xiao Zhan!"

"It's him?"

Hearing these words, the expressions of the veterans were shocked.

During the days when they went down the mountain, the name they heard most was this Yang prison.

It's just, isn't Yang's beheading the head catcher of Six Doors?

When did he become a thousand households of Jinyiwei again?

"Two junior brothers, I, my Dharma protector, entertain this Lord Qianhu!"

The old Miaofa spoke.

He jumped up to the Dharma altar, raised his hand casually, and the Moyun Order had landed on the Dharma altar, chanting words.

Following his movements, a thin layer of mist rose up, at first it was only between the two altars, and soon it spread to the surroundings.

call!
The undead's footsteps faltered, and Yang Jue raised his head, slightly surprised:
"This is the breath of supernatural power..."

　And he got a boil on his waist again, so he went to the hospital for a rectification, which wasted time.But the impact is not big, eat a meal and continue to code.

　
(End of this chapter)