With his fingers.

Suddenly the fog was filled, and at the same time, the stones all over the mountains stood up and turned into goats, tens of thousands of heads!

Huang Chuqi was surprised, so he followed his younger brother to learn the Tao. In the end, both of them became immortals......

This is the record of Chisong Huang Daxian in the "Jinhua Mansion Record".

Huang Xuanzi nodded, looked at Ah Huang and smiled: "This little friend is worthy of being a master disciple of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, not only has profound spells, but also has extensive knowledge. This is indeed the official account of my Akamatsu Patriarch. ”

Fu Yang frowned: "There are many loopholes, and there are many unreasonable and even contradictory places. ”

Huang Xuanzi let out a hearty laugh.

"Uncle Shi really has a sharp mind, and what he said is very true! So what Lao Dao wants to tell you today is the truth about the path of the ancestors' cultivation. ”

The truth about Akamatsu Wong Tai Sin?!

The smile on Huang Xuanzi's face retracted and became very serious. Zhengse said: "That's right! This is the secret of my Chisong Wong Tai Sin lineage, and it is also the reason why I call you uncle. ”

Fu Yang also immediately sat upright, arched his hand with Taoist etiquette, and signaled to listen to the teaching.

"Actually, I don't know where the patriarch learned the Tao, what kind of experience he had, and his supernatural powers. It's as if it appeared out of nowhere. ”

Belch......

Fu Yang had a black line on his head, and he almost fainted directly.

"This Nima! Isn't it, it's equivalent to not saying ah, hey. Old Daoist, you're so old, don't tell bad jokes, okay? ”

Of course, it's good to think about these words in your heart, and if you say them to your face, it is estimated that the old man will go crazy.

Huang Xuanzi's expression didn't look like a joke at all, but was very solemn.

"Uncle Shi thinks it's funny? Then I want to ask, where did your red pine immortal power come from? ”

"Akamatsu Immortal Power? What are you talking about, Daoist, I am practicing the orthodox Maoshan technique......"

"Then what is the colorful spiritual power in your talisman?"

Bang!

Fu Yang only felt a shock in his head, and suddenly remembered the portrait of the Chisong Daoist on the basement wall of the villa at No. 44 Villa in Bilieshi Street (later Wong Tai Sin is called the orthodox name of Chi Songzi and Chi Song Daoren)!

At that time, he hallucinated after touching it, and saw the red pine nut in the portrait walking out.

At the end, the red pine nut eyebrows cracked open the third vertical eye, shooting out a black beam of light that fused with the power of his ghost path; The whole portrait also turned into a multicolored ball of light and integrated into the spiritual power of Maoshan in his dantian.

Originally, these subtle changes had to be made by Fu Yang to take the initiative to let down his guard and let the other party investigate before he could know about them - for example, in the hotel before he came, he asked her to check it by the way when he was chatting with Vico.

Vico also figured out what was going on, and was a little worried.

Now I didn't expect to be pointed out by this old Taoist priest at a glance!

Seeing the surprised expressions of the three of them, he shook his head slightly.

"The old Tao said, this is the way of inheritance of the Dao system of my Chisong Huang Daxian lineage. Great intergenerational inheritance......"

As he spoke, he spread out his hands and palms up.

Slowly rising a soft white breath, lingering and ethereal. It is the common aura of Dao spiritual power.

And then next......

Suddenly changed!

From within this spiritual power, red, orange, and yellow rays suddenly spread. It looks very magnificent and magical.

Ah Huang's face changed suddenly, and he felt incredulous.

He had never seen such strange spiritual powers!

What's even more amazing is that when this group of three-color Dao magic spiritual power appears. Fu Yang suddenly felt that the dantian was slightly hot, and there was a feeling of swelling. That is where the talisman real person stores the phantom of the talisman that represents his own cultivation realm.

Brush it up!

A five-colored light burst out from Fu Yang's dantian, a Dao magic spiritual power composed of five colors: red, orange, yellow, green, and blue. Floating in the air, wisps of smoke. It's like a dreamscape, mysterious, ethereal, and wonderful.

At the same time, Fu Yang felt that the power of the ghost path stored in his heart and the metal fist gloves of the Thousand Machines Fury Sword in his right hand also had a feeling of being ready to move.

And Fu Yang also has an illusion: it seems that the power of the ghost path is like the boss of the Thousand Machines Fury Sword and the five-colored light!

It's just that only he knows about it, and he didn't even notice it to Vico beside him.

Fu Yang was shocked in his heart: "What's the matter?" This five-colored glow...... Is it actually inductive to the power of the ghost path and the Thousand Machines Fury Sword? ”

At this moment, the five-colored light that flew out from his dantian and the three-colored spiritual power released from Huang Xuanzi's palm. Attracted to each other, they flew together with each other.

In the void, suddenly the sound of immortals was lingering, and the fragrance was fragrant, just like the appearance of immortals recorded in the legends of ordinary people!

Finally it slowly disappeared and returned to peace again.

Seeing this scene, Huang Xuanzi's serious face once again showed a gentle and happy smile, looking at Fu Yang.

"This time, at least Uncle Shi, you should be sure that you at least have the spiritual power of my Chisong lineage, right?"

Fu Yang was shocked and nodded.

He didn't know that he was inexplicable and had become the heir of Wong Tai Sin?!

Then, Huang Xuanzi opened his mouth and told Fu Yang and the others a somewhat unbelievable story - to be precise, it was the truth about the inheritance of the first lineage of Chisong Huang Daxian......

Huang Xuanzi's grandfather, the founder of the Wong Tai Sin Temple in Guangzhou and Hong Kong, claimed to be Liang Ren'an, who was an apprentice of the Chisong Immortals. In the beginning, he was really just an ordinary farmer.

In 1897 he was thirty-six years old. is still just a poor peasant with his face facing the loess and his back to the sky.

In addition, it coincided with the last years of the Qing Dynasty, natural and man-made disasters, and the people were struggling to make a living. Life is not as good as cattle and horses.

One day, Liang Ren'an forgot the time because he went up the mountain to chop wood, and it was late when he wanted to go down the mountain.

He went further and further apathy, and finally got lost in the mountains.

The night is dark and the wind is high, the crows in the mountains are chirping, and the beasts are infested. Liang Ren'an was so frightened that he clenched the woodcutter in his hand and groped his way forward in the mountains.

At that time, he felt that he was probably going to have to explain here. Maybe the next day, the hunters who enter the mountain will find a corpse that has been eviscerated by a wild wolf or something......

Just in despair, Liang Ren'an saw a light coming from behind a large stone in front of him.

I was immediately overjoyed, and I thought to myself, isn't there any treasure that can't be done?

He has been poor since he was a child, and he has been poor for half his life, and at this time he thought that some treasure had appeared. He couldn't even care about being afraid, so he hurriedly ran towards the big rock.

I found that it was not a treasure, but a few words on the back of this big stone. In the darkness, it emits a white soft light, which looks mysterious and ethereal!

Because of poverty, Liang Ren'an did not go to school at all and was illiterate.

But the moment he saw the words behind the stone, he immediately knew the meaning of it! (3rd Update)

It's been five busy days, and it's the weekend again, so I wish you all a great weekend. But poor Lao Wu still has to work hard to code words......

(End of chapter)