Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Ancient caves in deep mountains.

Wang Xiaoyi stood at the entrance of the cave and bowed down.

"Master, I'm here."

"come in!"

A long voice came from the ancient cave, revealing sleepy sleepiness.

Wang Xiaoyi got up and walked into the cave.

In the depths of the ancient cave, a ray of light drove away the darkness, dim and warm.

Inside the incense burner, green smoke curls like a cloudy sky, unpredictable.

A fat Daoist, sitting cross-legged on the futon, lightly absorbing the incense wafting around, his body trembled slightly, his bones and muscles made a vigorous sound like a bowstring, and the Blood Qi behind him was steaming, it was the real fire of Blood Qi. Cultivation Base.

In the wilderness deep in the mountains, hidden dragons and crouching tigers, there is a master of eight transformations.

"Teacher, did you bring the chicken?" Fat Daoist narrowed his eyes.

"Master, as you said, I brought it..." Wang Xiaoyi opened the package he was carrying with him, and it was packed with lotus leaves.

"It's roast chicken, white chopped chicken, salt-baked chicken, big boiled chicken, oil-scalded chicken..."

Immediately, all kinds of chicken aromas were mixed together, and the nostrils came.

Fat Daoist grinned greedily.

"Master, didn't you say that cultivators don't eat five grains in the world?" Wang Xiaoyi looked at Fat Daoist's saliva and couldn't help saying.

Even the Demon Slayer Guards usually take Medicine Pill, drink mountain springs, and gradually cut off five grains, and sometimes only eat one meal for a few days.

Occasionally a feast will be feasting, eating this world's fireworks.

The more profound the Cultivation Base, the less willing it is to contaminate the five grains of the human world, and it is easy to defile the Dharma body, making it impossible for Blood Qi to be transparent.

Even Wang Xiaoyi understands this.

"Silly apprentice, born in this world, all have obsessions, love and hatred, greed and hatred... It is the poison in this rolling red dust, and no one can escape..."

Fat Daoist sighed softly, like an expert in the world, and grabbed a roast chicken.

"Being a teacher is bad in this mouth. What's so delicious about those spiritual Alchemy rice? It's tasteless, and it turns into gas.

His talent is extremely high, but he is extremely gluttonous. Even his senior brothers said that if it weren't for this mouth, his achievements would never stop there.

However, as long as you are human, you have obsessions.

Fat Daoist's obsession is this worldly food.

His wish is not to ascend to heaven and become an immortal, but to taste all the delicacies in the world and eat all the delicacies in the world. Compared with cultivation, this is what he is most happy about.

"Master, the "Little Spirit Swallowing Spell" you taught me has already been learned. When will I be able to step into the four transformations of the refining realm?" Wang Xiaoyi asked eagerly.

The four transformations of the refining realm are a watershed, wandering the spirits and guarding against the evil spirits.

This is also the basic condition for becoming a Demon Slayer.

"Silly apprentice, the way of cultivation, step by step, how can it be so easy, I will use my supernatural power to cut the hair and wash the marrow for you, and I will also pour the secret medicine of this sect, and teach you the secret spell. ..." Fat Daoist sighed with oily mouth.

"This is already your good fortune. As for which step you can take in the future, it all depends on your own skills..."

Heavenly Dao is fair, the path of cultivation requires being down-to-earth, the kind of one step to the sky, three-day small realm, ten-day big realm, relying on chance and luck to constantly improve, go to work, sleep and break through, it does not exist.

"But my senior brother said that your luck can be ranked third in the entire Ping'an Town, and your future achievements should not be too bad."

Wang Xiaoyi looked blank. Although he didn't understand, his eyes widened, trying to make himself look as smart as possible.

He knew that this was his own chance, that the ancestral tombs were smoked by smoke, and maybe this was the only time in his life.

"Silly disciple, the way of cultivation, everything is at your own pace. In our sect, we only pay attention to ten words." Fat Daoist bit down on the chicken butt, smothered the taste, and muttered.

"Which ten words?" Wang Xiaoyi asked humbly.

"All spirits are medicine, turn the elixir in my belly." Fat Daoist's eyes were slightly dark, and he looked at the hole.

Their lineage has existed since ancient times.

The secret of Sect, regards all beings in the world as great medicine.

It is said that people eat grains to turn flesh into corpses, bury them in the soil and turn them into mud for planting, deer and muntjac grow in the grass and trees in autumn, and tigers and leopards devour them into their stomachs.

All things circulate, devour each other, and merge with each other, just like quenching the great elixir, swallowing all things, nourishing one's body, and finally standing out, Gold Core Immortal, and achieving immeasurable achievements.

This cultivation method is astoundingly domineering, but in line with the natural way.

Therefore, this line of incense is not prosperous, and there are very few descendants. Every few years, it will walk around the world, looking for people who are destined.

Wang Xiaoyi was half-understood.

"Everything refines one's own body, and it's like a god when it doesn't move... Silly apprentice, we have already earned it for nothing... It mainly depends on talent and fate..." Fat Daoist said with a smile.

"Senior brother said that in ancient times, there was a line of cultivation that was called domineering, not refining all things, refining one's own body, round lumps, golden, full of Blood Qi fire pills..."

Fat Daoist shook his head, "What's it called? By the way... Nine Cycles Fire Dan Gong, that's not something that people practice. In comparison, you've hit the jackpot."

Having said that, Fat Daoist waved his hand, "Stupid, you go, you won't be here from tomorrow."

"Master, are you leaving?" Wang Xiaoyi was anxious.

This is his greatest opportunity. He has not stepped into the Four Transformations of Refining Realm, how can he let this cheap master leave?

"You and I are all destined for this. If you succeed in mysticism in the future, we will meet again one day." Fat Daoist said lightly.

He accepts disciples just as he wants, sowing a seed. As for whether it will bear fruit or not, everything depends on the circumstances.

Natural harmony, there is no time limit, no need to force it.

"Master..." Wang Xiaoyi was a little reluctant.

"Let's go, it's useless to stay, and it will damage the fate." Fat Daoist grabbed the roast chicken and waved his hand.

Everyone's blessings are fixed.

There is a record in the "Yu Yaosi Work Manual" that in ancient times, there was a mountain resident who happened to meet a general of the DPRK and China who was passing by.

The general chatted a few words with the mountain man, and even followed him home for a while, drank a bowl of water, and then left.

Who would have thought that that night, the mountain people died without a disease and only lived in their twenties.

This is the shallow blessing of life.

Originally, the mountain people could have attained the age of seventy, but because of their shallow life and poor luck, seeing noble people, they were not able to enjoy it, and their lifespan was wasted in vain.

Wang Xiaoyi was a little reluctant to give up, but he didn't continue to insist, knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, turned around and left the cave.

"Stupid apprentice..." Fatty narrowed his eyes and looked at the empty hole. "The Fa does not pass the six ears, little devil, do you know how to die?"

A cold voice echoed in the long hole.

"Everything refines its own body, and it's like a god if it doesn't move... Your lineage is really domineering!!"

At this moment, a soft voice came slowly.

At the entrance of the cave, Zhou Dao stepped in.