I don't know if it's the Pastoral Sutra, or the Corpse Sutra, or the Great Freedom Sutra of Death, which is spinning in the mind, as smart as a real dragon, and as slippery as an eel.

The soul becomes a knife into a sword, a fork into a scissors, a net into an urn, the more Dao Mu wants to capture, the more naughty it is, Dao Mu does whatever he wants, and it is also ever-changing.

Dao Mu's soul retreated to the Zhenling platform, "Forget it." His eyes blinked six times, his head swayed three times, clicked, and came back to his senses.

Dao Mu came to the attic, looked through the sky, and condensed the round of silver plates in the night. Although he had regret and unwillingness in his heart, he was suppressed by joy.

As far as the current situation is concerned, it seems that his persistence and choice are right, and there is some hope for the future. He went from not knowing where to start at the beginning, to worshipping Zhuzhishan first, and now Daomu has already found some clues.

"Sharpening knives does not mistake woodcutters, and striking iron also needs to be strong. ”

Dao Mu turned around in a dashing manner, squeaked, and Dao Mu slammed open the door with both hands. Bang, the two doors collapsed one after the other.

The unexpected situation made Dao Mu's face full of embarrassment. Seeing him looking around, he looked like a thief.

Oh, a putrid musty smell emanated from the attic, and penetrated into the heart and spleen of Daomu.

Dao Mu spread out his right hand, and a source of pastoral power poured out of his palm, turning into a small sun rising, suspended above Dao Mu's head, and walking with Dao Mu.

Mold and moss covered every corner of the attic, the wooden planks were damp and rotten, and the cabinets were moth-eaten and crumbling. Although the books and codex were all yellowed and green, they did not appear to be rotten and mutilated, but they also exuded an indescribable smell, and this dilapidated scene reminded Dao Mu of the house of his biological father and mother.

There seems to be a kind of magic in this house, which constantly tempts Daomu to touch and touch. Dao Mu stepped into the air, afraid that he would step out of the hole again, and the entire exquisite attic would collapse.

Dao Mu walked around the first floor, and there was nothing else except miscellaneous books. He thought to himself that the place to rest and meditate should be upstairs. Dao Mu turned around again, but he didn't find the remains of the previous master.

Daomu turned to the staircase, and suddenly stopped, and a thunderbolt slashed in his mind. Liang Guangsheng's words echoed in his ears, "Like a tree that has been cut off by the waist?" Then Dao Mu's mind clearly appeared in the bluestone on the side of Zhuzhi Mountain, the moss was dense like hair, and the emerald green was dripping.

"Yunyan Mountain looks like Zhuzhi Mountain!" Dao Mu suddenly turned around in place, scanning the moss and mold that was as thick as a carpet, "I'm afraid it's not a huge amount of pastoral power?"

Daomu lifted the moss on the handrail of the staircase with his left hand, and imprinted the moss on the wall on the right with his right hand. The spiritual sense is detected, the pastoral force is accompanied, the pastoral power spontaneously combusts, and the sun is blazing.

Puff, puff, moss burst, turning into a green mist the size of a water tank. Dao Mu's face was full of joy, his mouth opened slightly, and he sucked all the green mist into his stomach.

Boom, boom, the dantian is hot, like a boiling Dan furnace, smelting the pastoral power, purifying and discharging waste. Woohoo, the nine orifices gushed out filthy and turbid gas, and the fairy wisps of Dao clothes were bulging.

Hundreds of millions of pores are wide open, and the exhaust gas is like a spring, blowing the Taoist clothes to hunt, the fairy wisps of Taoist clothes are brilliant, and the exhaust gas is burned into a colorful mist by the fairy wisps of Taoist clothes.

A quarter of an hour later, the dantian sank into silence, full of pure pastoral power, Juanjuan flowed, in and out. And Dao Mu returned to his peak state, full of energy.

"Mu Ling, how much more pastoral power can you absorb?" Dao Mu looked around happily, and only consumed the Muyuan moss within three feet of his body.

Under the sleeve robe, Mu Ling lazily yawned, straight she was powerless, Yunmu's growth was closely related to Daomu's cultivation.

Pastoral power is not beneficial to the growth of the tree, but inhibits the growth of the tree. Now the Yunshu has also reached its limit, and then absorbing the pastoral power, there are all kinds of harm but no benefit.

Dao Mu originally wanted to let the Heart-Destroying Sword absorb it, but Mu Ling immediately objected, the Heart-Destroying Sword didn't need more pastoral power, and letting the Heart-Destroying Sword absorb it was like breathing air, it was not very useful.

Although these pastoral powers are slightly worse than those of Zhuzhi Mountain, after passing through the Yunshu, they can be almost the same as the pastoral power on Zhuzhi Mountain. If Dao Mu wants to consolidate the immortal base, he must first absorb the pastoral power of Zhu Zhishan from Yunshu and re-temper the previous immortal base.

At that time, the Yunshu absorbs the pastoral power in the house, and the Taoist Mu absorbs the pastoral power of the Yunshu to consolidate the immortal base. In this way, the Xianji road bricks will not be green and yellow, and the most perfect ladder to ascend the immortal will be created.

When Dao Mu was happy to see the hunt, Mu Ling warned Dao Mu again, hoping that Dao Mu would also understand that what he was walking now was a road of no return, a true immortal road of no return.

The more solid the immortal base, the more perfect the ladder is, and the heavier the stinky bone mother and fetus of Dao Mu will be, and the more difficult it will be to shed it. If Dao Mu wants to become an immortal, he not only needs his own efforts, but also needs that ethereal luck, and it is very likely that he will not be able to break through the shackles when he dies of old age.

If he didn't have a strong strength, how would Dao Mu find his sister, how could he protect the people he cared about, how could he go out of the mountains to travel to the world, and how could he complete his master's life within a hundred years......

Mu Ling's series of examples made Dao Mu's pressure double, and for a while, there was a kind of breathlessness.

Mu Ling is not wrong, Dao Mu is now losing his longevity and lack of virtue, his fortune is dissipating, and his luck is like nothing. If Dao Mu is so obsessed with it, it is really possible to go all the way to death, and it is impossible to break through the shackles of immortals.

Dao Mu was a little tempted, and recalled the words of the Cowherd in his mind, and the Cowherd's cranky, cynical voice kept echoing in his ears.

"Timid, that's not my style!"

"Now that you know it's the right path, keep going!"

Dao Mu shook his head vigorously, and finally shook off the cowherd's underwhelming voice, "Who understands the future? I have even been a saint, how can this little fairy shackle me?"

Hearing this, Mu Ling let out a laugh like a silver ling, hearty like a girl, warm like a sister, and like a fairy.

Mu Ling didn't say anything more, Dao Mu looked around a few more times, and with a flip of his right hand, Yunshu was once again included in the Feather Ring Sumeru.

Da Da Da, Dao Mu went upstairs down-to-earth, no longer cowering. The blood-colored starry eyes shone brightly, leaving no corner unturned. Trying to find the culprit who corroded this attic in order to explain the doubts in his heart.

Pastoral power is the force of life, and the source of pastoral power is the source of life. So why did the form of moss mold appear to corrode this beautiful attic?

The water avoidance array, the dust shelter array, and the breeze array are also running perfectly. So much so that the books on the shelves, as well as the codex of the previous owner, were able to survive.

The pastoral power of peace and gentleness should symbolize great love for all souls, inclusiveness of all rivers, and all-encompassing. Corrosion, devouring, assimilation, these three characteristics should not be the power characteristics of the demonic outer path, how can they appear in the pastoral force?

How many years has this attic been inhabited and no one has taken care of it?

......

Dao Mu ascended to the second floor, looked at the furniture decoration in front of him, and his body was nailed in place. He was like a puppet sculpture, his mouth slightly open, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

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