The first cause of all realms

Chapter 291 Gaiyi's Fate and...them (third)
hum!
In the cauldron of gluttony, light is uncertain.

Yang Jue looked carefully, Zijin Tunsha Treasure Gourd was like a full-fledged milk baby, staggering and falling from mid-air, with wisps of mist flickering in it.

A crimson light is faintly visible.

[Buddha Throwing Elephant: Born out of the secret art of the Da Chan Temple'Da Chan Zhen Gang', it can transform the roots and bones, increase the blood, and when it is stimulated, it can explode to the strength of masculinity and strength. 】

"Buddhist magic, or martial arts, really has something to do with Daoguo..."

Yang Yu thought about it.

Can martial arts change life?

you can!

Not only martial arts, any skill that no one else has can change the fate to a certain extent.

However, those skills will not be displayed on the fate.

Only Dao Fruit can enter fate, change fate, and change fate. On the other hand, martial arts and secret techniques that can be manifested in Fate must be directly or indirectly derived from Dao Fruit and supernatural powers.

While thinking about it, a clear understanding rose in Yang Yu's heart.

When he first practiced martial arts, if he had any doubts, he could ask Wei He, Wang Fobao, and Wang Wu, but now, no one can give him advice.

With regard to communication and fate, he can only slowly grope and guess.

He even suspected that because his supernatural power level was too low at this time, he couldn't see the complete fate. To activate this supernatural power, he had to go through a ceremony.

"Magic..."

Yang Yu was silent, and after a while, he put down the Zijin Tunsha Treasure Gourd.

With a second thought in my heart, I called for the living dead who were following in the distance to come.

With Tongyou's level at this time, he can neither see his own destiny nor give himself a destiny, but this does not mean that he cannot benefit from it.

It's just that it needs to be converted through the evil seal and the living dead.

Assuming that the undead endowed with destiny can directly learn the secret art of 'Buddha throwing an image', then he can control the undead himself and ponder this strange art from him.

Even if the living dead were unable to learn this secret art, once the fate was applied to him, he would be able to obtain this strange art in some way in the near future.

Otherwise, what's the point of fate?
Yang Ju guessed in his heart that this was also his attempt and groping for supernatural powers.

call!
Yang Ju opened his eyes, and there was no sign of the eyeless monk, only a small mound without a tombstone not far away.

Put your palms together to reboot, and recite the Sutra of Rebirth.

Seeing that Yang Qiu opened his eyes, Jie Se also turned around and handed over the things he had sorted out: "Benefactor Yang, this is a relic from the Eyeless Monk."

This monk had a lot of good things on him, but most of them were destroyed by the collision between the two of them.

All that was left was some gold and silver and things that were not easily damaged, such as a elixir that was hidden on his body and contained in a wooden box the size of half a palm.

"The size of a longan, the color is dark red, this is a blood-changing pill?!"

Seeing this elixir, Jie Lun was a little surprised, and looked at Yang Ju again:
"This blood-changing pill seems to be the imperial court's pill..."

Pills are taboo.

Whether it is in the Ming Dynasty or other dynasties, private refining is not allowed. After a long time, there may still be some ancient aristocratic families and martial arts sects who have the ability to refine alchemy.

But it is much worse than the imperial court.

The imperial court's pills are not only of good quality, but also of various types. This blood-changing pill is one of the rare pills.

"It must be some 'big shot' who wants to take advantage of my illness and kill me."

Yang Qiu was naturally not surprised.

He could guess that on the desks of many important people, he, who had received the seal of sacrifice and had fought a series of battles, was at his weakest.

If not, this eyeless monk is also a killer for many years, so how could he come to die so easily.

"That one is really willing, this is a high-quality pill that can be worth a month's blood exchange and half a year's Qi cultivation. The price is worth a thousand gold..."

Rebooting is a bit moving.

He had only eaten one of this kind of elixir when he broke through the third pass, and that was bought from a certain big man at a great price by the master.

The elixir used to break through the bottleneck is unimaginably precious. Only this elixir is enough to attract many masters of the rivers and lakes to snatch it.

"is it?"

Yang Jue responded casually.

But in my heart I thought of the commander who liked to wear red robes.

That young lady with a very good family background was extremely generous, and she gave away ten blood-changing pills worth several times more than the blood-changing pills.

And in her opinion, ten blood-changing pills are only worth one excellent martial art.

This means that whether it is for the Longyuan Palace or the court, the value of these pills is not valuable.

At least not as valuable as superior martial arts.

"With this elixir, if you use it properly, it can be worth half a year's hard work."

Rebooting is not greedy, so hand it over to Yang Jian.

"By the way, I almost forgot. I met an old Taoist from Moyunmen on the road, and I heard about keeping the precepts from them..."

Yang Jue spoke concisely and asked out his doubts.

Fulong Temple is not as old as Lanke, Dachan, and Wuliang, but it is still a big school with its own heritage.

In particular, it is famous for keeping precepts.

"Keep the precepts?"

Jie Se was slightly startled, hesitated for a moment and said:

"It's about the secrecy of the sect, so I can't say much about it. However, if Master Yang really possesses the fruit of Taoism as rumored, then he must find a way to keep the precepts.

Both Buddhism and Taoism are acceptable. "

"Oh?"

Yang Ju was thoughtful and asked again:

"It has nothing to do with the secrecy of your sect, maybe you can talk about it?"

"Um……"

After rebooting and pondering for a moment, he nodded in response:
"Benefactor Yang, do you know that there are still many steps to take if you want to truly use the Dao fruit for your own use and embark on the legendary road of immortality and Buddha?"

Yang Yu nodded, indicating that he had heard of it.

"In the Buddhist scriptures, Dao and fruit are intertwined with the principles of the law, which contains the most fundamental principles in the world. In comparison, even the blood-changing warriors seem insignificant."

Jie Lue considered his words, as if he was repeating someone's original words:
"It's like a drop of ink falling into the boundless ocean. In Yang's opinion, who influenced whom?"

His words were very cautious, but after all, Yang Yu knew a lot of similar information from other sources, and he quickly understood:

"What you mean is that the four-step ritual of Daoguo refining is the process of assimilating the ink into Wang Yang, and keeping the precepts is to keep the ink from being assimilated by Wang Yang in turn."

"This……"

Seeing that Yang Jue reacted so quickly, rebooting was a little startled, but he still put his hands together and bowed his head:

"Young monk didn't say anything."

"Thank you."

After solving a doubt in his heart, Yang Jue was in a good mood, and threw the blood-changing pill back to him together with the prepared dry food and water, and without waiting for him to refuse, he stepped on the horse with a single step.

"It's too precious, I can't ask for it..."

Rebooting took two steps to catch up, but he couldn't catch up. He could only watch Yang Juechen go away, only his voice condensed in the wind:

"Don't follow me, and don't get close to Yuanminggu, the farther away the better!"

……

……

Wangshan ran the dead horse.

Although Yuanming Valley can be seen in the distance, but after running for half a day, there is still some distance.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, but Yang Jue was not in a hurry to find the Jinyiwei camp, but dismounted from his horse, and after sensing that there was no one around, he summoned the living dead.

call!
Accompanied by the reluctant buzzing of the purple gold gourd, a crimson light submerged into the body of the living dead through the evil seal.

Click!

As if struck by lightning, the living dead trembled violently, and the strong blood qi couldn't stop rolling. After a while, his legs and feet went limp and he fell to the ground.

Yang Jue frowned, the fate of the living dead had changed.

【The living dead】

[Neither life nor death (light blue), Buddha Throwing Elephant (dark red), Ignorance (light green), Suppressing Evil Seal Puppet (dark green), Furnace of Blood (Light red, Falling), Qingzhou Chief Arrester ( light green), bad luck (light green)]

"The steel and iron bones disappeared..."

Yang Ju murmured in his heart.

The assigned fate directly replaced another fate with a lower level, instead of increasing as he expected.

It was as if the living dead could only have seven lives.

"Is the number of fates constant? That's right, if I absorb other people's fates, their fates will also be regenerated. It seems that a person's fate is not randomly changed as I imagined..."

While his thoughts were turning, Yang Ju closed his eyes, and his mind came to the living dead through the Suppressing Evil Seal, feeling the changes in him.

"I didn't feel the existence of the strange art, but because of the disappearance of the steel and iron bones, the strength has weakened."

"Sure enough, the effect of fate is not immediate. It is impossible to create a secret technique from scratch..."

"It should be like this, after all, it's fate."

……

Yang Yu was not too disappointed, after all, he had guessed before assigning his fate.

It's just that one life has disappeared, which makes him feel a little pity.

"Well, it was expected. We can just see how the hidden fate will make the living dead learn how to throw an image from Buddha."

Returning to his true self and letting the living dead hide in the dark, Yang Qiang remounted his horse and headed to Jin Yiwei's camp.

"who?!"

In the distance, there was a voice of warning.

However, before the words finished, another voice rang out: "You don't even recognize the flying fish suit? Open the door quickly!"

The gate of the camp opened, and Lin An hurried over. Seeing that it was Yang Prison, he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to greet him.

"Brother Lin."

Yang Ju dismounted from his horse and walked towards the camp with him.

Also, asking about changes these days.

"It's a long story, let Qitou talk about it."

Lin An sighed slightly.

In the camp, Qi Gang leaned over his desk to write quickly, and he just put down his pen when he heard footsteps.

"Qitou."

Yang prison salutes.

"It's good to come."

Seeing that it was Yang Yu, Qi Gang frowned.

After sitting down and exchanging greetings, Yang Jue asked about the changes in Yuanming Valley and the demons in it. As he got closer to this place, his heart became more and more depressed.

Hearing his question, Qi Gang sighed:
"Mo Mei, it's right here. Calculate the time, and soon, you will be able to see it."

"soon?"

Yang Yu was still guessing, when there were shouts and formations outside.

call!
Yang Jue got up, and as soon as he walked out of the camp, he felt the raging heat wave rushing toward his face, and the red light in front of his eyes was so hot that it seemed that the whole valley was on fire.

"They're coming!"

　The third watch is over, good night everyone.By the way, I recommend a copy of "Fake Ancient Gods". A ceremony to summon the outer gods failed, and the believers left disappointed, leaving a messy scene.

However, after they left, an Outer God named Nie Yuan arrived belatedly.

Looking at the strange world with strange paintings, Nie Yuan began to doubt his identity, and fell into deep thought...

Friends who like the novelty style can read it, the character of the old author is guaranteed.

　
(End of this chapter)