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 sound came from the ancient cave, revealing the drowsiness of sleepiness.

Wang Xiaoyi got up and walked into the cave.

Deep in the ancient cave, a ray of light drives away the darkness, dim and warm.

Inside the censer, green smoke curls up, like clouds and clouds, unpredictable.

A fat Taoist, sitting cross-legged on a futon, gently absorbed the lingering incense, his body trembled and undulated slightly, his muscles and bones made a strong sound like a bowstring, and the blood energy behind him was transpiring, and he was in a state of refinement [Blood Qi True Fire] of cultivation.

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

"Teacher, did you bring the chicken?" The fat Taoist narrowed his eyes and asked.

"Master, according to your wishes, I brought..." Wang Xiaoyi unwrapped the package he was carrying with him, and there were balls inside, all wrapped in lotus leaves.

"This is roasted chicken, boiled chicken, salt-baked chicken, boiled chicken, fried chicken..."

Immediately, all kinds of chicken aromas mixed together, tangy.

The fat Taoist grinned greedily.

"Master, didn't you say that cultivators don't eat the grains of the world?" Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help saying, looking at the fat Taoist's saliva.

Even the Demon Slayer Guards would take pills and drink mountain springs on weekdays, and gradually cut off whole grains, sometimes only eating once in a few days.

Occasionally, only a feast will be feasted on, eating the fireworks in this world.

The more advanced the cultivation base, the less willing to be contaminated with the five grains of the world, and it is easy to defile the dharma body, making the blood and energy unable to penetrate as it is.

Even Wang Xiaoyi understands this truth.

"Silly apprentice, born and alive, all have obsessions, love and hatred, greed, anger and obsession... It is the poison in this world of mortals, no one can escape..."

The fat Taoist sighed softly,

Like an expert outside the world, he grabbed a roast chicken.

"Being a teacher is bad because of this mouth. What's delicious about those elixir rice? It's tasteless to eat, and it turns into gas. There are countless delicacies in the world. If you discard them, even if you are a Daluo fairy, it will be boring." The fat Taoist shook his head. .

He is extremely talented, 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 will have obsessions.

Fat Taoist's obsession is this worldly delicacy.

His wish is not to become an immortal, but to taste all the delicacies in the world, and to eat all the delicacies in the world. Compared with practicing, this is his happiest thing.

"Master, I have learned the "Small Soul Swallowing Curse" you taught me, when can I step into the four transformations of the refining realm?" Wang Xiaoyi asked eagerly.

The Four Changes of Refining Realm is a watershed, wandering the gods to control Qi and resist evil spirits.

This is also the basic condition for becoming a demon slayer guard.

"Stupid apprentice, the way of cultivation, step by step, is not so easy. I will cut your hair and wash your marrow with my supernatural powers, and then I will pour you with my sect's secret medicine and teach you the secret talisman mantra, and only then will I promote you to the three transformations of the refinement realm... ..." The fat Taoist sighed with oil dripping from his mouth.

"This is already your good fortune. As for where you can go in the future, it all depends on your own ability..."

The way of heaven is fair, and the road of practice needs to be down-to-earth. There is no such thing as reaching the sky in one step, a small realm in three days, and a big realm in ten days.

"However, my 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's face was blank, although he couldn't understand, but his eyes widened, trying to make himself look as smart as possible.

He knew that this was his own chance, he only got it when smoke was rising from the ancestral grave, maybe this was the only time in his life.

"Stupid boy, the way of cultivation is to follow one's heart. In our school, we only pay attention to ten words." The fat Taoist bit off the chicken butt, licked the taste, and muttered.

"Which ten words?" Wang Xiaoyi asked modestly.

"All spirits are medicines, and they can be used as pills in my belly." The fat Taoist looked at the entrance of the cave with his eyes slightly lowered.

Their lineage has existed since ancient times.

According to sect secrets, all living beings in the world are regarded as great medicine.

The so-called, people eat grains and turn them into corpses, put them in the soil and make them into mud to grow plants, plants and trees grow deer and muntjacs in autumn, and tigers and leopards eat them into their stomachs.

Everything circulates, devours each other, and merges with each other, just like refining a great elixir, swallowing all things, nourishing one's body, and finally stand out, the golden elixir is immortal, and the achievements are immeasurable.

This method of cultivation is overbearing and astonishing, but it is also in line with the natural way.

Therefore, the incense of this lineage is not prosperous, and there are very few descendants, and they will walk in the world every few years, looking for someone who is destined.

Wang Xiaoyi only half understood.

"All things are made by themselves, and if they don't move, they are like gods...Silly apprentice, our lineage is already considered to be something for nothing... It mainly depends on talent and fate..." The fat Taoist said with a smile.

"Senior brother said that in ancient times, there was a method cultivated by one lineage that was called domineering, not refining everything to refine one's own body, round and golden, and a body full of blood and energy into fire pills..."

The fat Taoist shook his head and shook his head: "What's it called? That's right...Nine-turn Fire Pill Kungfu, that's not something people practice. Compared to it, you've hit the big luck."

Speaking of this, the fat Taoist waved his hand: "You idiot, you can go, starting tomorrow, you won't come."

"Master, you want to leave?" Wang Xiaoyi was anxious.

This is his greatest opportunity, he has not stepped into the four transformations of the refining realm, how can he let this cheap master leave?

"You and I are destined to end here. If you cultivate Xuan Gong in the future, we will meet again one day." The fat Taoist said flatly.

He accepts apprentices, but he does it as he pleases, planting a seed, as for whether it will blossom and bear fruit, it depends on fate.

Natural harmony, there is no future, there is no need to force it.

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

"Go, it's useless to stay longer, and it will damage your fortune." The fat Taoist grabbed the roast chicken and waved his hand.

Everyone's fortune has its own destiny.

It is recorded in "The Work Manual of Yuyaosi". In ancient times, there was a mountain man who happened to meet a general of the court who was passing by on inspection.

The general had a chat with the mountain man, and even followed him back home for a while, drank a bowl of water, and then left.

Who ever thought that that night, the mountain man died without any illness, and only lived to be more than 20 years old.

This is life shallow fortune thin.

Originally, the mountain man could live to be seventy years old, but because of his shallow life and poor blessings, he had no chance to enjoy seeing the nobleman, and his life was wasted in vain.

Wang Xiaoyi was a little bit reluctant, but he didn't continue to insist. He knelt down on the ground, kowtowed three times, and turned around to leave the cave.

"Stupid apprentice..." Fatty squinted his eyes and looked at the empty hole: "The law is not taught to the six ears, brat, do you know what to do?"

The cold voice echoed in the long cave.

"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 slow voice came slowly.

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