Chapter 19: A Glimpse of Heaven
Ming Chongyan's thoughts, Wu Mei, have no way of knowing. She also understands that no one is stupid enough to say it even if she wants to usurp power. Let's just think it's Ming Chongyan betting with others. She has no intention of guessing who she is with or what she bets on, and her wisdom and energy should be saved for more useful places.
According to Ming Chongyan's plan, Li Zhi and his heavenly officials should also be punished. However, if the emperor was sick in bed at this time, their plan to go to Luoyang, the eastern capital, would be shelved. Tang Ying was finally willing to leave Chang'an, and he really wanted to know what attracted her to Luoyang.
So, he secretly disposed of the heavenly officials who were more profound, leaving only a few scholars who studied astronomical seasons, which he also needed to dominate the country in the future.
Li Zhi learned from Tang Ying that the heavenly officials had been exposed to save Li Xian, and he was helpless in addition to being annoyed, so he could only continue to pretend to be stupid and secretly ask for strength to gather strength. It's a pity that it's easier said than done, warlocks are not like ordinary soldiers, and they can go to the battlefield after a year and a half of training. There are very few people who have talent, and it is even more rare to be able to achieve positive results in a long period of cultivation.
Tang Ying had nothing to do now, but hoped that Di Renjie could use his wisdom and connections to provide a better way.
Since the danger on a snowy night, Li Xian has relied more on Tang Ying, and he can't wait to stick to Tang Ying every day. After seeing her skills and being saved her life, Li Xian no longer dared to do anything to her like before, and often begged her to summon white fire to make him feel at ease.
Tang Ying originally wanted to find an opportunity to practice more, hoping that one day he could break through the bottleneck and reproduce the changes of Baihuo that day, but he never found a clue. When Li Xian learned of her idea, he naturally wanted to help. He had nightmares when he closed his eyes for the first few days, but after all, he was also a bloody man, and after a few days, he was also disgusted with his weakness and uselessness, so he secretly felt ruthless in his heart, and he had to face the horror himself.
He suggested that the two of them review the events of the snowy night from beginning to end, and review the details before the white fire was generated, to see if they could analyze the opportunity for the appearance of the white fire. Tang Ying was infected by his courage and positivity, and happily agreed to the request.
The two of them nested in Li Xian's palace, closing the door and reviewing the battle situation. Li Xian also took the brush to record it carefully, and this kind of unyielding spirit and serious attitude also greatly enhanced Tang Ying's good impression of him.
After their combing, the white fire mutation was basically determined in a specific process. That is, when Ming Chongyan pulled the soul of the heavenly official out of his body with dead qi, Tang Ying stopped the dead qi with a flying needle with white fire. After that, she recited a spell, and the white fire turned into countless filaments to fight against Ming Chongyan's death qi, and judging from the results, she also defeated the death qi.
Tang Ying summarized the two main points of flying needles and spells, and thought to himself, could it be because of the flying needles that the white fire turned into filaments? She shot a flying needle with a white flame on the door frame, and then silently recited the immortal mantra, and tried many times to no avail. Li Xian guessed that it might not be useful for items, but only for living beings. So they got a dead mouse for experiments. The result was also completely ineffective.
She thought that she was not good at learning art, and maybe the blind cat would play an extraordinary role when she encountered a dead mouse, and she might not be able to reproduce it in the future, so she gradually lost interest.
Li Xian did not give up. He was highly nervous at that time, and he was so frightened that he didn't blink his eyes when he watched the whole fight, and he saw every detail, even the details that Tang Ying didn't pay attention to. He replayed the horrors of that night in his mind, cold sweat breaking out from his forehead.
Tang Ying couldn't bear to see him working too hard, so he persuaded him to let go of this time first and let her think of a way later. But he suddenly remembered a detail, and shouted happily: "I remember, when you recited the incantation, the heavenly official seemed to be reciting something!" ”
Tang Ying's entire mind at that time was on fighting against Ming Chongyan, and he didn't pay much attention to the heavenly officials who had already gone out of his body. Listening to him mention it at this time, it really seems that there is such a thing. But she didn't know what the official was thinking about that day. Li Xian is not a cultivator, so naturally he does not know the Tao, but he said: "When a cultivator is dying, do he recite some scriptures, mantras and the like? Although the heavenly official died, after many years of getting used to it, he still recited the spell of excess? ”
She remembered that in the 21st century, she had heard that if she kept reciting the Buddha's name before she died, she might be able to go to the Pure Land of Bliss. In this way, perhaps Li Xian's speculation is not unreasonable.
But she didn't know what kind of sect the heavenly official was, and she didn't know what spells there were in the world, so she couldn't think about it. Li Xian was excited because he got the clues, and with the convenience of his identity, it didn't take long to find out the origin of this heavenly official's life and cultivation, and he found the so-called "Encyclopedia of Spells" from the vast library, and pulled Tang Ying to reappear one by one.
Finally, the emperor lived up to his wishes. Under all kinds of coincidences, they really spied on the heavenly opportunity.
The reason is that they thought they had killed the rat all the time and were just in a coma. Tang Ying himself recited the immortal spell and shot the flying needle again and again, while Li Xian recited the incantation of being overly tired every time. I don't know how many times I tried it, and even Li Xian didn't remember whether his incantation was repeated or not, and the mouse finally died.
The moment it died, the white fire touched the dead qi and turned into thousands of white threads, wrapping its corpse. Li Xian was stunned by the situation in front of him, but he still habitually finished the incantation. Then, not long after, the rat carcass cracked open and a young hairless rat came out!
Both of them were stunned by the scene before them, and they didn't come back to their senses until the little mouse slipped away.
Could it be that Tang Ying's white fire can resurrect the dead? It's incredible! When Li Xian desperately smoothed out his tongue and said this inference, Tang Ying's mind was full of countless question marks. If the longevity mantra was so effective, then Li Chunfeng, who recited it several times a day, would not die at all.
In fact, the key to this matter is that the moment the mouse died, the white fire and the two spells were ready. It's a pity that Tang Ying and Li Xian didn't know that the rat was still alive at the beginning, and they missed the fundamental conditions.
Tang Ying found Li Xiannian's Taoist rebirth spell just now, and found that it was a more classic routine to rejuvenate and ascend to the fairy world.
They got another dead rat to test it, and this time the white fire and the two sets of spells were recited accurately, but the miracle of the white fire never happened again. The sun, which had already emerged from the dark clouds, was again hidden by the dark clouds. They had no choice but to think that this incident was indeed accidental, and whether there would be a miracle in the future could only depend on the will of God.