Chapter 147: Old Xiao's Calculations
"It's not...... Unfortunately, I only came close to making it. Xiao Yuntian shook his head a little discouraged.
"Is there any smoke?" Xiao Yuntian asked, I have never seen him smoke.
However, my cigarette got wet when I went into the water just now, so I threw him an unwet cigarette.
Xiao Yuntian lit a cigarette and coughed a few times, looking like a non-smoker.
"Do you know what Nanedan is for?" Xiao Yuntian asked me rhetorically.
I shook my head and said I don't know, it's not worth trading my life for anyway.
Xiao Yuntian smiled, his smile was ugly: "It's worth it, it's a soul rejuvenation pill." ”
"What?" I frowned, and asked with some disbelief, "Is there really such a thing as a Soul Resurrection Pill in the world?" ”
According to Taoist classics, the Soul Resurrection Pill can restore the dead to yang.
"Yes, this old turtle essence swallows yin and spits yang, and every time the moon is full, he will spit out the inner pill and temper it repeatedly, which is a good soul rejuvenation pill." Xiao Yuntian can be regarded as telling the truth.
"Did you already know the strangeness of the Crockpot River?" I asked, Xiao Yuntian was really hidden.
Xiao Yuntian didn't deny it this time, nodded and said: "This soul rejuvenation pill is tempered for the people in the jade coffin, according to my observation, the old turtle spirit originally did not have an inner pill, but Naba gave his own inner pill to it." ”
"Then the old turtle will refine the inner pill, and then convert it to Baxia, and the jade coffin on Baxia's back can absorb the aura of the Soul Rejuvenation Pill."
Judging from Xiao Yuntian's description, he should have known about the old turtle spirit and tyrant of the crockpot river very early.
"How long did you first find out about this?" I took a breath, Xiao Yuntian, this old boy, was too scheming.
"...... two years ago"
"Fuck!" I scolded angrily, Xiao Yuntian knew about the crockpot river two years ago, and he actually said it now, I really have nothing to say, I feel like a clown.
"Old Gu, don't be angry, I have a useful Soul Rejuvenation Pill, but if I can really take out the Soul Rejuvenation Pill, then the things in the jade coffin will definitely not be able to become a climate."
Xiao Yuntian hid it so deeply, and he was fighting the idea of the old turtle spirit two years ago.
"Then do you know what's in the jade coffin?" I asked.
Xiao Yuntian shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, according to my guess, I'm afraid it's a corpse king." ”
"Huang Bingchang told me that it was an immortal fetus jade spirit." I glanced at Xiao Yuntian's expression, this guy looked very lonely.
There is no usual passion at all.
"Fairy Jade Fetus? This is unlikely, isn't it......" Xiao Yuntian was stunned for a moment, I said, how is it unlikely?
"Forget it...... Anyway, no one has ever seen that thing, and no one can say for sure, but since Zhou Qingliang has coveted that thing for a long time, maybe it is true. ”
"One more thing...... Huang Bingchang said that only my blood can open the jade coffin, what do you think? "Although Xiao Yuntian is a person who hides deeply, he has rich experience and superb skills.
I think he should know something.
"Really? It is true that you are a pure yang life, and when you told the red book that the northern yin point would be related to you...... Could it be that thing is hidden on you? Xiao Yuntian's tone trembled slightly.
"If that's the case, it's a change of day."
As soon as I heard it, I knew that there was something in his words, and quickly asked, "What do you mean?" ”
"Do you remember what I told you about the Beiyin Point General when I came to the Taoist Temple?"
I nodded and said that I remembered, Xiao Yuntian said: "This matter was also revealed to me in the Red Book, this person is not pure-hearted, but his ability is not small, he said that there is a book in the Yinshan lineage that records that the Emperor of Beiyin fell asleep when he was a general." ”
"As a result, a person stole the pen in his hand, which caused the Emperor of Beiyin to no longer be able to point from all living beings."
"Is there such a thing?" I was a little surprised.
The Emperor of Beiyin is a great god, who eats the bear-hearted leopard and dares to steal his pen? And it was actually stolen, not to mention that it was stolen, and it hasn't been discovered yet.
That's a big deal.
The Yin Mountain Dharma Vein practiced the art of the ghost path, and the Emperor of Beiyin was regarded as the ancestor and passed down from their sect, so this matter is probably true.
It's just a bit too mythical.
"According to Xiang Hongshu, the Emperor of Beiyin will use a pen every year to point a person to serve in the underworld, and he has pointed to Huo Quai, Yue Fei, Bao Zheng and so ......on."
"But after the pen is stolen, it can't be ordered, and according to Xiang Hongshu, the whereabouts of this pen are related to you."
This makes sense, at the beginning, Xiao Yuntian and Xiang Hongshu told me that the matter of the Beiyin Point General was related to me, and I thought that my life was too hard, and I was favored by the Emperor of Beiyin, and I was going to die young.
Now it seems that I was completely overthinking.
"Couldn't a person with such great mana as the Emperor of Beiyin find a pen again?" I asked, a little puzzled.
Xiao Yuntian said: "According to the classics, that pen needs to take the holy water of Yaochi, the soil of the Nine Shadows, and the wood of the Great Chun, and then forge it with five thunderbolts, and then place it in the Iron Chaoshan to absorb the Yin Qi for 8,000 years. ”
Tsubaki is a tree of eternal life, a spring for 8,000 years, and an autumn for 8,000 years.
It turns out that this pen is so big, no wonder the Emperor of Beiyin does not remake it.
"So you say why don't you do it all over again?"
"You just said that Huang Bingchang said that your blood can open the jade coffin, I'm afraid it is all related to your own peculiar life."
I was stunned for a moment when Xiao Yuntian said, I really didn't expect this matter to be so complicated, but my life is not complete.