The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

  Chapter 361 The inheritance of the ancient Taoism.

  Yang Cang's laughter lasted for a long time, when he calmed down, he stretched out his hand to touch his body, examining his own soul over and over again.

  A feeling of fear welled up in my heart.

   "Old Daoist, I almost died."

  The world was first opened, although everyone’s cultivation base has returned to zero, and there are very few auras and spiritual objects, but in contrast, there are countless great opportunities.

  Perhaps buying a jade pendant in a certain antique street may be a treasure that came into being. All kinds of treasures that may not necessarily be born in the world of practice for thousands of years spew out, such as treasures, blessed places, concrete objects of laws and so on.

  Yang Cang, as a magician who can calculate all kinds of secrets, can know the opportunity one step ahead of most people. However, there are three things he doesn't take: he doesn't take things that have a master, he doesn't take things that have cause and effect, and he doesn't take things that can't be hidden.

  The most taboo are the first two, which will definitely lead to death. For example, the Heavenly Sword, Yang Cang arrived not long after his reincarnation, but he didn't dare to take it.

  After his careful selection, he finally selected the inheritance of the ancient Taoism.

  The inheritance of the ancient Taoist sect exceeded his expectations. Originally, he thought that he would take the opportunity to obtain the way of transforming the gods. After a little comprehension, Yang Cang discovered that Huashen is only the starting point for this inheritance.

  An ancient Taoist gate, only in the Qianyuan realm can one enter the Tao.

  The Huashen who will dominate the world in later generations is just the starting point. Yang Cang can't imagine how prosperous it was in the ancient times. Is it true that the Nascent Soul is not as good as a dog, and the Huashen walks everywhere?

   Later, with his comprehension of the inheritance of the ancient Taoism, he discovered that the ancient method was not as good as the immortal way in some aspects, and even inferior to the inheritance of the sect of the previous era. The ancient method is too rough and not fine enough. If the immortal way is wielding a sharp iron weapon, then the ancient method is a wooden stick.

   There are thousands of different types of methods in Immortal Dao, and purely sword cultivation can be divided into more than a dozen schools, such as Qi cultivation, mind cultivation, sword formation, sword forging and so on.

  These factions are not divided for the sake of differentiation, and the various factions can also be integrated, so that monks can better exert their own strength, and it can also reduce the difficulty of practice to a certain extent. Many methods are gradual, and there are many methods that eventually lead to supernatural powers.

  The most classic example is the Qingfeng Palm of the Shangqing Palace, which can be learned by everyone.

  The ancient method is only divided into two methods, cultivating the outer world and cultivating the inner world.

   There is no other method other than this, even if there is, it is derived from various divine channel methods.

  But Yang Cang doesn't think the ancient method is bad, he just falls short in the difficulty of getting started and has a super high threshold. As the saying goes, from the great to the simple, although the ancient method is a big wooden stick, this big wooden stick starts with tens of thousands of catties.

   A sense of wildness with a strong force flying bricks hits the face.

  Yang Cang was immediately addicted to it, and the inheritance of the ancient Taoism made his Taoism progress by leaps and bounds. In the past, it took him a hundred years to comprehend a certain Taoism, but it only took one year or even less to pass it on through the Taoism.

  He is like a dragon entering the sea from the river, and his practice is like walking on the ground.

   Until three years ago, Yang Cang found that he could not get out of this state. He thought it was Seizing the House, and it was the bureaucracy of that terrifying existence's subordinate.

  But Yang Cang held on for three full years, and even had the strength to resist in the end. If it was really the ancient master who set him a trap, Yang Cang believed that he would not have any room to resist, and he would not even feel the slightest strangeness.

  He glanced at his palm, and the gray gravel had disappeared at some point. Maybe it didn't exist from the beginning, maybe it was shattered by the law of the immortal.

  Yang Cang's morality and deeds can't be discerned, he can't comprehend it, he just feels a chill.

   "Old Daoist, I almost lost my fame in my first life, but the one who saved my life just now was the Judgment of Heaven? Isn't this a small spell that can only predict the weather?"

   "Why can it surpass the inheritance of the ancient Taoist sect? Not to mention predicting the weather, it is comparable to the magical powers of the dragon clan's ability to move clouds and rain."

  Yang Cang used the Prediction Judgment to calculate, and got the weather today as usual, and then there was no more sound.

   Doesn't make sense?

  You only predict the weather, why can you win?

  He never imagined that the method obtained by encountering an immortal when he was young could save his life in the next life, let alone that the immortal's method could surpass the legendary existence. The one who established the Taoist orthodoxy, and the Taoism has been passed on for thousands of years and is immortal.

  He has many titles, Dao Zun, Dao Zu, Dao Sheng, without exception, all point to a meaning, the pinnacle of Dao, the pan is the respect.

  Yang Cang prefers to call him Dao Shou, this is the most accurate name, and it is also a name recognized by heaven and earth. There is nothing wrong with the other titles, but most of them come from other people's mouths, and they are more or less flattering.

  But along the way of cultivating the Tao, there is no one in the world who has not benefited from the Taoist leader Pan Zun.

  Tianji Pavilion has been passed down as an orthodox tradition for an unknown number of years, and they have many records about Panzun Taoist chief. It was compiled by later generations, recorded by famous people, and there is even a divination edict left by an unknown elder.

  The key point is the divination order, which is what every master of Tianji Pavilion must do before dying. Use the few remaining Yangshou to divination the secrets of the heavens that you dare not pry into before.

   This is also the biggest source of income for Tianji Pavilion. There are always some strong people in the world who want to know some information that cannot be known by ordinary methods, such as the location of a certain strong person, the inheritance left over from the long past, the opportunity of their own breakthrough, etc.

  And often these strong people will prepare generous rewards, and some people have prepared for this reward for hundreds of years, because it is the life money for Tianji Pavilion.

  Of course, it is not for business, just to explore the truth of the world.

  Among them is Pan Zun Dao Shou, the ancestors of several sects all divination to Pan Zun Dao Shou, and they are not stingy to praise him.

  Yang Cang also thinks so, there is a feeling in the dark that the method of immortals and Taoist venerables that exist between heaven and earth does not prevail.

   But now it seems that this is not the case.

  But why the immortal can beat the ancient Daoist leader? It came from the ancient times and passed through an unknown number of kalpas. His orthodoxy still exists today. Regardless of whether it is a human or a demon in later generations, most of the cultivation methods follow the Taoism created by the ancient Taoism.

  Tao, the law of heaven and earth, all infinite things that exist between heaven and earth.

  law, the understanding and application of the laws of heaven and earth.

  Maybe the head of Taoism just created a path, and the various subsequent methods and sects just spread leaves on this path, but He is still the root of all Taoism.

  No matter how strong the celestial being is, it is the strongest "branch" among them. Without roots, it will be rootless water.

   It is said that in the previous world, the Shangqing Palace and the immortals conducted an experiment, using great supernatural powers to completely isolate a small world, to the point of breaking away from the way of heaven. This point is actually similar to some formations that can imprison people's cultivation, but it can't reach the point of isolating the sky.

  After Yang Cang inquired, the elders of the Shangqing Palace said that when the formation was activated, everyone fell directly from the sky and fell heavily into the ground. If it wasn't for the fact that the participants were at least in the Nascent Soul stage, and their physical bodies were extremely tyrannical, it would have been a disaster.

   Among them are immortals. Although they did not fall, there are indeed signs of falling.

  The Taoist leader can compare this point, but it is not as extreme as the isolation of heaven.

   Now it seems not.

   Immortals seem to be, maybe, maybe stronger than the ancient Taoism.

   As soon as this idea came up, Yang Cang jumped up and walked back and forth for dozens of times. The expression on his face was still unbelievable, turned to acceptance, and finally excited.

   "Go to the immortal, there is still a glimmer of life! I am an old man, if I do good deeds all my life, I should be able to exchange my life."

  He was out of that state at this time, but the inheritance has already been learned, and if he is infected with great karma, the only person in the world who can protect himself is probably an immortal.

  Doing good and accumulating virtue is one of the most important practices of Tianji Pavilion. It is not for merit, but for harmony. They calculated that it is difficult to fight against the secrets of heaven, and it is the best policy to be kind to others.

  It just so happens that this method of practice is like a fish in water in the age of immortality. In the age of immortality, I dare not say that good people will be rewarded, but people who are full of evil deeds will definitely end badly.

  There is a fairy sitting above the head, a group of immortals in the middle are in charge, and the mortal dynasty is watching below.

  Thinking of this, Yang Cang immediately stepped forward and disappeared in place, and he came to the sky above the entrance of the cave in an instant.

  In an instant, the clouds were high, the sky was wide, and the green forest came into view. The refreshing wind blows from afar, making people feel refreshed.

  The method of Taoism shrinks the ground into an inch.

  Yang Cang's relaxed expression froze suddenly, and then he silently fell to the ground.

  Taking a step forward, the surrounding scene changed suddenly, and he came to a stream.

  Yang Cang took another step in disbelief, and the distance of several miles was only an instant. He is only in the foundation building stage now, and he can use it to shrink the ground to an inch.

   That is to say, not only the cause and effect are still there, but the inheritance of the ancient Taoism has not disappeared. He pinched his fingers again, and a critical hexagram emerged from his mind.

  The gods live in the imperial court, the heaven and the earth are like me, the way is natural, and the steps are like flying.

  This is the state of perfection, and I have reached this level without knowing it.

  If it was before, Yang Cang would be very happy. No one dislikes that there are few ways to escape, let alone a superb ability to escape. But now he just wants to scold his mother, he can't see clearly, he can't understand clearly, only he knows that the inheritance of the ancient Taoism is poisonous.

   At least it's something you can't afford.

  It's as if he has grown into a towering tree, but the root is still the small tree before. In this way, the roots will naturally have to be replaced, otherwise it will be difficult to support this body method.

  The root is changed, is he still him?

  I have stepped on dog shit, I should have known better.

  Yang Cang tried to take another step, and the distance of one step was more than ten miles, and the surrounding was still surrounded by lush green jungle.

   "Haunting spirits linger! Old Daoist, I won't fly away anymore, I'll crawl to the head office, right?"

  Yang Cang is also a man who can bend and stretch. It is not that he has never been a beggar in the ordinary practice.

   Just when he was about to bend down, a strong stench came from behind him.

   Yaoqi!

   Without any hesitation, Yang Cang twisted his right hand suddenly and stabbed backward, straight like a spear.

  Cultivators have very strong five senses, and after condensing the Nascent Soul, the sixth sense has reached the point of foresight. This also makes their sense of danger so strong that they cannot control it. Many times when a crisis occurs, the body will automatically fight back if there is no room for thinking.

   Some strong physical practitioners can even become unconscious, and their bodies can still fight.

  Yang Cang sensed a demonic aura that was comparable to his own from behind, and shot with all his strength without hesitation.

  A cold light flickered on the fingertips, and the surrounding air was condensed, and Liucai's divine light burst out of the air.

   Liucai Shenguang, Taoist secret method.

   Bang!

  The moment Yang Cang turned his head, he saw only a big snake being pierced through, and Liucai Shenguang ruthlessly penetrated all defenses, leaving no room for resistance.

  He felt the magic in it, the so-called six talents: talent, luck, light, spirit, and heaven and earth, which are the supernatural powers of heaven and earth.

  Looking at the pile of minced meat in front of him, an indescribable sense of pleasure welled up in my heart.

  He can have such a fighting power?

   This idea was immediately suppressed by Yang Cang as soon as it came out, he quickly pinched his fingers and counted the weather several times to suppress the throbbing in his heart.

  Suddenly, a tyrannical aura approached from afar.

  Killing a law-protecting beast is a great revenge.

  A ray of cause and effect emerged from the bottom of his heart, Yang Cang's face darkened, and he wanted to run away, but in the next second a figure had already appeared above him.

  The visitor was dressed in gray clothes, with an angry face and a devilish aura. He was an ugly male demon cultivator.

  Golden Core cultivation base, practicing magic skills, turbid air entering the body, disfiguring and disfiguring. Either take Fuyuan Pill, or promote Nascent Soul.

  Mogong practice is fast, but it is also accompanied by various problems.

  Yang Cang doesn't care about these, he cares more about how to escape. The other party was at the Golden Core Stage, and he had just been severely injured and only had the cultivation base of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

   Moxiu glanced at the snake demon that had turned into mud, and then stared coldly at the old man below, with some fear and more anger.

"This fellow daoist is ignorant, why don't you spare his life? This is the foundation of my practice. It took sixty-one kinds of precious medicinal materials to feed, and the blood of wronged souls to barely practice it. I was killed by you today, fellow daoist How do you plan to repay the karma?"

  Ghost, human blood?

  Yang Cang, who was going to talk about compensation, frowned slightly, then turned his head and glanced at the black air emanating from the corpse of the snake demon. After pinching his fingers and counting, a trace of killing intent could not help rushing into his heart.

  As the saying goes, with a sharp blade in your body, you will kill yourself.

  Sometimes people's patience depends on their own ability and the people they get along with. The patience is the greatest when facing people who are stronger than themselves, and vice versa.

  Although Yang Cang did good deeds in the past, he always did what he could, and he would never put him under a dangerous wall in order to uphold justice.

  But for some reason, he now has an unknown fire, and his little kindness is heightened by Taoism and supernatural powers.

   No, to be precise, the difficulty of things has become lower, which just meets my own standard of doing good. His old man has never done any evil in his life, he is not a good person, but at least he is a monk living in peacetime.

  If you are poor, you will take care of yourself alone; if you are rich, you will help the world.

  This is the words of a fairy.

   "What if the old man doesn't pay?"

  Yang Cang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the other party with the same cold eyes.

  Moxiu no longer concealed his murderous intent, and snorted coldly: "If you don't pay, don't even think about getting out of this Western Region!"

   "Hmph, it is a capital offense to use people to practice the law. Today, the old Taoist will do justice for the heavens, and give justice to these people who died in vain!"

  The eyes of the two of them met, and there was no need for more, and they shot together in the next breath.

  In an instant, the Taoism was fully released, and the demonic energy fell from the sky like a dark cloud. Yang Cang was not afraid, and one after another incomparably wonderful Taoism flashed through his mind.

  As soon as you point it out, the magic energy disappears.

  The six-color divine light pierced through Moxiu, and the other party's mouth was slightly opened with astonishment on his face. He didn't expect a monk in the foundation establishment period to have such supernatural power.

   Encountered a hard stubble!

  Moxiu is not a fool, so he immediately burns his essence and blood and flees. Before he had flown a few miles, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, his body collapsed with a tap of his fingertips, and his three souls and seven souls were divided into six.

   Liucai Shenguang.

   Death.

   "There are ten gods and men, and I am one."

  Yang Cang slightly raised his head and whispered, the trance in his eyes disappeared in the next second, and when he woke up, there were already more than a dozen golden pills around him.

  He suddenly woke up and counted.

  In the Western Regions, where sects are mixed, where the Four Wars took place.

  There is China in the east and Rome in the west. The sect of the practice sect was in turmoil to seize power, and the powerful from all sides fought against each other.

  He has broken into a sect's territory impressively, and he is invincible.

  The golden elixirs around them unanimously erupted with astonishing auras, and all kinds of tyrannical Taoism techniques were about to be overwhelming.

  Yang Cang broke out in cold sweat, and shouted in desperation: "The old Taoist is a descendant of an immortal, and his master has friendship with living immortals! Who dares to kill me!"

  Although he has never heard the name of a fairy since he was reincarnated, he doesn't know if he has been reincarnated now, but now he can only move a fairy.

  Grandpa Xian, save the little one!

  The voice rang out, and the surrounding Taoist arts stopped in an instant.

  (end of this chapter)