Chapter 156: Master's Sword Yu Jun, the deputy leader of Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion in Nanshanbuzhou, created the eight moon phases by extremely evil means as his "personal guards". And now, two of them have been killed by Jiang Lin. "Zheng!" Jiang Lin looked at the full moon that was split into two, raised his hand and waved without looking back. The scarlet sword light flashed, and Yingyue's head was instantly cut off. Under the Zhenwu's positive energy, there was no possibility of survival. Fish bait is useless after you catch the fish. Not to mention, now even the fish has been gutted. Man Yue is not dead yet, and Yu Jun's methods are indeed worth considering. Although he is not dead, he is almost dead. Now he is only half dead. "I have……"
Man Yue struggled to open his mouth, but his body was cut in half, his intestines and stomach were all over the floor, and he didn't have many breaths left. But it still wants to live. "puff……" The Zhenwu sword stabbed into its mouth mercilessly, interrupting its words. There was no fluctuation in Jiang Lin's eyes, and he didn't care at all what Man Yue wanted to say. He would not give the evil spirits any chance to threaten or restrict him. The breath of the full moon is fading away bit by bit, and the last bit of vitality is slowly fading away. It opened its mouth, but could not utter a word. Only streams of pitch-black blood foam came out in vain. Jiang Lin watched quietly. Man Yue's reaction seemed very strange to Jiang Lin. Evil spirits are not human beings, and they shouldn't react like humans when they are near death. The evil spirit only has a human form, but it is completely different from a human inside. However, Jiang Lin had just torn Man Yue's mouth into pieces. If it was an evil spirit, the loss of a human-shaped mouth would not prevent it from speaking. But the full moon is different. Its various reactions are more like humans rather than evil spirits. Including after Man Yue was disemboweled, if it was purely evil, then what flowed out of the cut should be evil energy, not human intestines. Is this also Yujun’s method? Jiang Lin put away the Tianpeng ruler and Zhenwu sword, squatted beside the full moon, and the black and gold light in his eyes became more and more blazing. Under Jiang Lin's gaze, Man Yue's eyes slowly dimmed, and the last bit of life disappeared. This guy is dead. Jiang Lin stood up and nodded thoughtfully, recalling the information about the full moon that he had seen under the Fengdu Dharma Eye.
Yujun's methods are really evil. If Jiang Lin was not mistaken, these so-called eight phases of the moon were not evil spirits in essence, but humans. In other words, it is an evil spirit that is transformed from a living person through some means. Just thinking about this kind of thing makes people feel cold to the core. The composition of evil spirits is very complex. All objects with evil spirits can be called evil spirits. This is a very general term. But this definitely does not include living people. "What a great Jade Lord." Jiang Lin muttered to himself, raised his hand and summoned a stream of black evil energy to completely dissolve Man Yue's body. He wanted to see what on earth gave such an evil spirit the courage to talk nonsense in front of him. And even when it was on the verge of death, it was so convinced that this thing could save its life. As the evil spirit surged, Man Yue's body disappeared, leaving only an object in its place. Jiang Lin looked down and frowned slightly. I saw a tile lying quietly on the ground. A tile that Jiang Lin is very familiar with. "Ah……" Jiang Lin sneered softly. He had lived in Ziwei Temple for sixteen years and was familiar with every brick and tile. He knew at a glance that these were tiles taken from his own Taoist temple. "Boring." Jiang Lin just took a look and turned away without any fluctuation in his heart. It’s not because of anything else, it’s because Brother Bai is guarding his own Taoist temple. Jiang Lin has absolute confidence in Fellow Daoist Bai’s strength. Moreover, even if Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion really intends to attack their own Taoist temple, then... Do you really think that Wang Lingguan’s spiritual consciousness decline is a joke? Jiang Lin just wanted to laugh at this so-called threat. Jiang Lin didn't continue reading and turned to leave. However, before he had walked far, Jiang Lin suddenly stopped, not because of anything else, but because he sensed a force of energy. Suddenly, a flying sword flew in the air like a meteor and landed in front of Jiang Lin. This flying sword is only as long as a palm, with a black handle and a white blade, and its shape is extremely ancient.
Jiang Lin raised his hand tentatively and was about to touch the flying sword. "laugh!" The next moment, the flying sword flashed a black light and wrapped around Jiang Lin. Jiang Lin only felt that he was wrapped in that black light, and there was a lifting force coming, as if he would be carried away in the next moment. He did not resist the lifting force, because Jiang Lin could sense the aura from Taoist Master Weiyuan on the flying sword. Sure enough, when Jiang Lin relaxed his body, he was carried up by the flying sword and headed towards Shangqing Temple. It’s unknown what level of magical weapon this flying sword is, but its flying speed is several times faster than the feather that Jiang Lin got from Xiao Qingluan! In just a cup of tea time, Jiang Lin saw Shangqing Temple. The next moment, the flying sword suddenly fell and brought Jiang Lin to Shangqing Temple. Jiang Lin landed on the ground, looked up, and saw the Laojun Temple in front of him. There were incense and candles burning in the hall, but it was still a little dim. However, Jiang Lin could still clearly see the back of Taoist Weiyuan as he meditated. Jiang Lin raised his hand to straighten his clothes and walked into the Laojun Temple. "Whoosh..." The flying sword was one step faster than Jiang Lin. It turned into a black light and landed directly beside Wei Yuan Dao Ye. It hovered in the air and slowly rotated. Jiang Lin took a look, then stepped over the threshold and bowed about a foot behind Taoist Wei Yuan. "Junior, meet the uncle." "Ah." Taoist Weiyuan did not turn around, but just nodded, then raised his hand and pointed at the cushion next to him. Seeing this, Jiang Lin first stepped forward to burn incense in front of the statue of Laozi, and after bowing three times, he turned around and sat down on the cushion. "Lao Jun said: The Great Dao is invisible, giving birth to heaven and earth..." Before Jiang Lin opened his mouth, Taoist Wei Yuan at the side started to speak, slowly reciting the Sutra of Purity and Tranquility by Laozi. Hearing this, Jiang Lin was stunned, then he sat up straight, closed his eyes and listened. "The Great Way is ruthless, it moves the sun and the moon. The Great Way is nameless, it nourishes all things. I do not know its name, so I call it the Way..." There was a hint of hoarseness and roughness in Taoist Wei Yuan's voice, but the scriptures he recited flowed like a clear spring in Jiang Lin's ears. Jiang Lin closed his eyes, feeling inexplicably comfortable. That feeling was like it was the hottest time of summer, with a huge sun hanging in the sky and Jiang Lin soaking in the slightly cool spring water. No matter how anxious the outside world is, I have my own cool and peaceful heart. Not only did his entire body quiet down, but there was no fluctuation in his heart at all. He was completely calm. Jiang Lin was immersed in this feeling and looked inward unconsciously.
I saw that in my sea of consciousness, my Yang Spirit was still constantly nourishing myself with the true meaning of Yang Spirit. However, according to Jiang Lin's original estimation, it would take half a month for the practice to be fully completed, but at this moment, the speed of penetration suddenly increased. The Yang God resided in the Purple Palace, and scarlet-gold divine light spread out with a thick meaning. It was the further manifestation and condensation of the pure Yang energy. "The Tao has both clarity and turbidity, both movement and stillness..." Listening to the sound of Taoist Weiyuan chanting, under that strange feeling, the process of Yang Shen's infiltration was further accelerated. It originally took more than half a month to heat up, but now it seems... Jiang Lin thought silently, relaxed his body, and began to cooperate with the immersion of Yang Shen's true meaning into himself. "The true and constant way, those who understand it will be enlightened, and those who understand it will always be pure and peaceful." The Scripture of Constant Purity and Tranquility spoken by Laozi is the entry point to the path of enlightenment. Anyone who practices Taoism must be able to recite this sutra by heart. Relatively speaking, this sutra is not long, with the entire text consisting of only 580 words. Even though Taoist Wei Yuan spoke very slowly, he could finish reciting in just a cup of tea. Taoist Weiyuan looked at Jiang Lin who had his eyes closed, smiled slightly, raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Lin's forehead. "Idiot, wake up." After being hit, Jiang Lin slightly raised his head. The strange and comfortable feeling that made him immersed involuntarily disappeared, and he came back to his senses. He subconsciously opened his eyes, and in front of him was the smiling Taoist Wei Yuan. “Although the state of tranquility is good, one should not indulge in it. If there is not a single ripple in the heart, one is no longer a human being.” “The heart is no longer a heart.” “Movement and stillness are both part of the human heart. Being restless is certainly not good, but if there is no ups and downs, it is also not beautiful.” "There is a balance, and you have to find it yourself." "You have just been promoted to the Yang God realm in the Black Law Vein. Although I don't understand its inner principles, since it has the word Yang in it, it is inevitable that it carries Yang energy and heat. Therefore, I will lead you into the realm of tranquility." Taoist Master Wei Yuan said with a smile: "But you must remember that when you practice Taoism, you are practicing your own Tao, not other things." After hearing this, Jiang Lin took these words deeply into his heart. He stood up, bowed deeply, and said sincerely: "Master, I will never forget your teachings. I would like to thank you for your kindness." Yes, this is unquestionable preaching. In other words, Taoist Weiyuan simply acted as Jiang Lin's guide this time. Every word and sentence is valuable advice. Taoist Weiyuan accepted Jiang Lin's salute and motioned him to sit back down with a smile. Jiang Lin had just sat back on the cushion when he heard Taoist Weiyuan speak. "After what happened today, how long will it take for you to completely stabilize your Yang Shen?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Lin looked inward and comprehended it silently, a hint of shock appeared in his eyes. "I think it will only take one night, and by tomorrow morning, I will be able to complete my practice." There was a hint of surprise in Jiang Lin's voice. Just now he was immersed in a state of tranquility, and the speed at which his Yang Spirit was infiltrating was very fast, but Jiang Lin never expected that it could be so fast. The original half-month time was compressed into one night... "Well, it's a little unexpected." Taoist Master Wei Yuan tilted his head to look Jiang Lin up and down, and said with a smile: "Originally, according to my estimation, you should be able to complete your practice on the spot." "Now it seems that I underestimated your foundation." "Hmm... Immortal Qi foundation building, and it's still... not bad." Jiang Lin was stunned when he heard this. He didn't hear clearly a few words in Wei Yuan Dao Ye's last sentence. Taoist Weiyuan obviously had no intention of explaining, so Jiang Lin suppressed his curiosity and didn't ask any more questions. But it seems that the immortal energy that he used to build his foundation was a little unusual? Jiang Lin thought silently in his heart. Taoist Priest Wei Yuan continued, "However, you should finish what you started. Don't bother tonight. Just go to sleep in the temple. You can leave tomorrow when you have completed your practice." "Yes." Jiang Lin was naturally happy about this. It would be troublesome for him to go back now, and he didn't want to go through the trouble. Moreover, it seems that Taoist Priest Wei Yuan wants him to protect him. After all, before the true meaning of Yang Shen completely permeates his body, Jiang Lin will not be hindered from fighting or anything like that. But after all, it is a process of subtle change and self-improvement. It is better not to take risks if you can avoid them. "Come." Taoist Weiyuan suddenly raised his hand. The black and white flying sword that was floating on the side suddenly fell into the hands of Taoist Wei Yuan. "What do you think of this sword?" Taoist Master Weiyuan spread out his hands to show off and moved in front of Jiang Lin. Jiang Lin looked down and saw that every detail of the flying sword was exquisite, but the overall look was so ancient and crude, with traces of time. This flying sword is definitely an antique. "I am a young man with limited vision, and I cannot see too much mystery. I just have a hunch that this flying sword is extraordinary." Although Jiang Lin didn't understand what Taoist Wei Yuan meant, he still told the truth. General magical instruments, such as magic swords, are not only extraordinary magical instruments, but also can be used by ordinary people.
Therefore, there are many common principles. For example, the Zhenwu sword in Jiang Lin's hand. This type of wooden sword can be said to be something that almost everyone, whether a cultivator or an ordinary Taoist, has. The only difference is the material and whether there is any extraordinary power contained in it. With Jiang Lin's vision, he can roughly see it. But flying swords are different. Such magical instruments are basically used exclusively by practitioners, and Jiang Lin’s knowledge in this area can be said to be basically non-existent. "It's yours." Taoist Weiyuan smiled and raised his hand, and the flying sword immediately fell into Jiang Lin's hands. Jiang Lin was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said: "Uncle Master, this is inappropriate..." This sword does not look simple. Such a magic weapon must be an extremely precious object. Jiang Lin would definitely not accept such a generous gift for no reason. However, just as he started to say no, he was interrupted by Taoist Master Wei Yuan. "I am a cultivator of the Ziwei Beiji lineage. If I were to show off my swords of the Zhenwu lineage every day, where would I put my face?" "My son, we have a good baby at home too." Hearing this, Jiang Lin’s eyes widened. Taoist Master Wei Yuan smiled and said, "These are the exact words of your bastard master." "Master has been keeping an eye on me?" Jiang Lin subconsciously asked: "Uncle Master, did the Master say anything else?" If he wasn't paying attention to me, how would he know that I had a Zhenwu sword in my hand? Taoist Master Wei Yuan looked at Jiang Lin's reaction and said with a smile: "No, I was just entrusted by someone to give you this sword. It's just a message." "The only things that were passed on were those few words just now." Jiang Lin blinked in disappointment and looked down at the flying sword in his hand. This flying sword looks small, no longer than a palm, but it feels heavy in the hand. The flying sword with a black handle and a white blade lay quietly in Jiang Lin's hand. Jiang Lin suddenly had an idea and drew out the evil energy of the Black Law and poured it into the flying sword. "laugh!" The next moment, the flying sword suddenly vibrated and hummed, and a trace of extremely sharp sword light flashed faintly. After vibrating for a moment, the flying sword fell silent again, and it seemed that the change only lasted for a moment. But Jiang Lin knew that from this moment on, this flying sword had its own mark of origin and had completely become a magical weapon that belonged to him alone. It is also a magical instrument passed down by the master. Jiang Lin thought silently in his heart.
"Okay, there's plenty of time to watch the flying swords. You need a good night's sleep now." Taoist Wei Yuan said with a smile. Jiang Lin nodded, put away the flying sword, sat cross-legged on the cushion and closed his eyes. "At that time, Yuan Zhen ascended the Phoenix Tower in the Purple Gold Hall and explained the Three Yuans, saving all living beings and making them aware of retribution..." Next to my ears, the voice of Taoist Master Wei Yuan rang out. It was the Northern Emperor reciting the Huo Luo Qi Yuan Sutra. Jiang Lin listened in a daze, and only felt that Master Weiyuan's voice seemed to have changed. He did not think about it carefully, and his mind was in a trance. But after just a short moment, he fell into a deep sleep. "tread……" At this time, outside the Laojun Temple, there were slight footsteps. Taoist Weiyuan walked in. My gums have been swollen and extremely painful these past two days. The doctor said that there is a possibility that there is a wisdom tooth buried under the gums... He said that he would first treat the swelling caused by inflammation and asked me to take medicine for three days. If the pain still occurs after three days, then it basically means there is a wisdom tooth. I decided to go for a dental CT scan tomorrow. I took painkillers but the pain is still so severe that I cannot concentrate on writing. I may only be able to update 4,000 words in the next two days. I will resume updating after I finish writing. I am really sorry and hope you can understand. (End of this chapter)
