The Qingyuan Daoist with a heart like ashes, suddenly looked up at Mo Chuan when he heard the words, and then looked down at the jade bottle on the table, and the old face covered with folds flashed with disbelief.

Returning the child Dan...... Rejuvenation?

Doesn't this mean that after taking this pill, he will have a chance to start over?

His lips trembled, not knowing if it was a miracle? Or is it a beautiful illusion created by the contents of the cup?

He didn't even forget to speak, just stared blankly at the jade bottle, breathing heavily.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan knew that Qingyuan still needed time to buffer, so he turned around and left.

At this time, the Sword Staff Pavilion Lord Molten Yang Daoist looked at Mo Chuan with a complicated expression, and said in a hesitant voice: "...... Fellow Daoist, why is this? ”

Mo Chuan said with a smile: "Master and nephew Qingyuan are so virtuous, if the poor Dao turns a blind eye, isn't it really old and dizzy?" ”

The Sword Staff Pavilion Master turned his head to look at his disciple Qingyuan, his gaze lingered on the broken Yang Bamboo for a moment, and he suddenly laughed: "Daoist friends are acting wonderfully!" ”

Mo Chuan said: "The wine is not hearty, the words are enjoyable, why not go elsewhere and raise a glass to drink?" ”

Molten Yang Dao man: "That's exactly what I mean. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then left the bamboo forest of the Sword Staff Pavilion side by side.

The two did not go far, and sat down when they came across a grass house, and with a wave of their sleeves, their own wine fell on the stone table.

The two of them took melons and fruits as dishes, chatting while drinking, and the people of Rongyang Dao were very interested, and they talked about the people of Qingyuan Dao.

It was an afternoon twenty years ago, when the people of Rongyang Dao went to Bian Cheng to visit friends, they passed by the city gate, but saw a group of people surrounding the city gate and talking.

Take a look at it, but it's an abandoned baby.

Strange to say, it is common for female babies to be abandoned at this age, and it is rare to see male babies.

After all, no matter how bad it is, you can always find someone to adopt, and you can think of it as a thought in the future, so Rongyang guessed that this was not an illegitimate child, or a hidden disease.

He didn't have the mentality, but the cry of the wow, who was trying to fight for his life, made him take away the abandoned baby in the ghost's mission, and took the road number:

- Qingyuan.

Taken from a proverb in the "Yin Fu Sutra": Hearing and seeing the wonderful heart, the absolute benefit of the source is ten times the work.

As the saying goes: the deaf are good at seeing, and the blind are good at hearing.

Qingyuan was abandoned by his parents, and he should be the merit of Xuanmen.

"Hahaha, now that I think about it, I am afraid that all this is because the poor Dao is very selfish and hated by heaven and earth, which has caused the bitter fruit today." Speaking of this, the Molten Yang Dao man shook his head with a wry smile.

The Dark Green Palace is powerful, and the Dao system stretches.

However, the root of it lies in Shouyuan, and there are very few successful autopsies.

The sword and staff under the bamboo forest, the accumulation of white bones, is the proof.

The Molten Yang Dao man has accepted many apprentices in his life, but most of them stop at the time of autopsy, so it is no wonder that he is so utilitarian.

"The autopsy is against the sky after all, and it is normal that it is not liked by heaven and earth." Mo Chuan sighed.

This is something that can only be said by being a "snatcher".

If it is said by the side Dao, I am afraid that it can make the Molten Yang Dao popular that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven!

"Yes! There are many disciples in this life, few of them have become talents, and those who have succeeded in autopsy are also rare. ”

The people of Molten Yang Dao sighed.

Mo Chuan didn't say anything, thinking to himself, in the final analysis, it was because the error tolerance rate of the autopsy was too low.

He traveled around the Dajing Dynasty, and he can be regarded as having seen a lot of Taoism, and there are many strict people, but as cruel as the autopsy Dao, it can be called scorpion-poison!

The Daomen sank, which made the Taoist friends smile. By the way, Daoist friends come to meaning, poor Dao has learned from his senior brother, I don't know if you go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, can you gain something? The Molten Yang Dao people changed the subject.

Mo Chuan shook his head, his brows could not hide his solemnity.

"Daoist friends have also seen that the way of replacing corpses with swords and canes is already a great avenue in my Underworld Palace, even so, the future is still bumpy and difficult; The way of sword and soldier annihilation, the Taoist system is exhausted, and Taoist friends want to take this road, but they are afraid that it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky. ”

The Molten Yang Daoist paused, and then said: "Poor Dao doesn't understand, why don't Daoists want to refine their souls to fit the mountain god body?" ”

Mo Chuan said: "Don't hide it from fellow Daoists, poor Dao thinks that the soul is the foundation of cultivation, and the act of refining the soul is afraid that it will be the end of the book and the root of the curse." ”

Molten Sun was silent.

The topic revolved back to the degree of annihilation of the sword soldiers, but unfortunately, the two discussed all night, and they did not discuss the ugliness.

When the sky is slightly bright, I will say goodbye.

Mo Chuan decided to go to the Scripture Pavilion again.

This time, he no longer looked at those failed and successful cases, but started from the most basic autopsy scriptures, and wanted to understand the way of autopsy from the most subtle points.

A scripture book had just been opened, and a piece of incense came in.

Mo Chuan glanced at it casually, but saw a woman, holding three or four children, kneeling in front of the ancestral tablet, offering incense and praying, begging the men in the family not to go to prostitution again.

"Huh-"

He remembered that he had received this woman's incense before, but he didn't expect that after it was brushed away, he would be so persistent and faint again.

Could it be that there is a mountain charm fox spirit incarnated as a prostitute, demagoguery, and cannibalistic yang?

Mo Chuan, who had this thought in his heart, waved his hand to brush away the incense.

He himself is already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect himself, and he will naturally have no intention of knowing these obsessions for a while.

He has seen a lot of joys and sorrows in the world, and he has seen these things a little bit in his heart.

If you really want to look into it, where is there no tragedy?

How can he manage it alone? After all, if you are poor, you will be good alone, and if you are good, you will help the world.

After the incense was brushed away, he stabilized his mind and continued to read it, with the help of the relics, many obscure scriptures, no need to think carefully, and see the meaning of it.

This look gradually fell into a trance, and it was two days and one night in a trance.

During this period, the people of Molten Yang Dao came once, and when they saw him reading a book, they stopped bothering and left silently.

Two days later, Mo Chuan closed the scripture in his hand and exhaled softly.

Starting from the theory this time, he has a deeper understanding of the way of autopsy, especially the way of sword and soldier annihilation, and he has already figured out a bit of truth.

"It's me who is in too much of a hurry. I have the help of relics, my body is strong, and my thoughts are inexhaustible, compared to those ancestors of the Stygian Green Palace, I don't know how much stronger, they can't comprehend, it doesn't mean that the poor Dao can't comprehend. ”

"In that case, it is better to let go of distracting thoughts and concentrate on enlightenment. With the 700-year-old demon pill in hand, no matter how much time is delayed, it can be recovered at any time. ”

Thinking about this, Mo Chuan suddenly became enlightened.

He got up and left the Scripture Pavilion, ready to talk to the people of the Molten Yang Dao and stay for a long time.

No, as soon as I got out of the Scripture Pavilion, I saw a young Taoist at the door, meditating on his knees.

He seemed to feel something, his eyes opened slightly, and when he saw Mo Chuan, his face was happy, and he quickly got up, bowed his hands, and bowed to the end:

"Disciple Qingyuan, meet the senior of Shoushan God!"

"What?"

"The disciple wants to destroy the sword tomorrow, and I respectfully invite the seniors to move to the Sword and Staff Pavilion to watch the ceremony up close."

Mo Chuan's brows furrowed suddenly: "This is what the Molten Yang Daoist means?" ”

Qingyuan smiled and said: "The predecessors have thought a lot, and when they make this decision, no one threatens or tempts them, but it is really the disciple who has many epiphany at the time of life and death, and wants to use the way of swords and soldiers to verify what he has realized." ”

Mo Chuan sneered: "Take off your pants and fart!" After the sword is extinguished, even the reshaping of the flesh is just a mortal fetus with the naked eye, a hundred years of life, and the flesh fetus under your eyes, what is the difference? ”

Isn't? The Qingyuan Daoist who took the Pill of Rejuvenation has already rejuvenated his body and returned to his peak.

It is the extinction of the sword soldiers, refining the flesh with blood and qi, and it is still a flesh fetus, and it can't increase much longevity at all.

Therefore, Mo Chuan suspected that Qingyuan's move was most likely instructed by Rongyang or Chiyang, in order to help him, and also to repay Tong Dan's kindness.

"The seniors are wrong! After the destruction of the sword soldiers, although the longevity does not increase, the flesh fetus is better after refining, this is the creation of heaven and earth, how can it be compared to the body of Yangzhu Immortal? Qingyuan smiled.

Surly! Arrogant!

This is the only feeling Mo Chuan feels at this time.

Qingyuan worships the Sword Staff Pavilion, and cultivates the sword staff instead of the corpse, but now he suddenly refutes the way of the sword and staff for the corpse, this is not arrogance, what is this?

Suddenly, Mo Chuan remembered what Qingyuan said when he destroyed the bamboo yesterday:

- After the death of the Great Dao from the heart, this body was mistaken before my death.

What a meaning there is in this!

Could it be that he really had an epiphany on the line of life and death?

"There are six ways of refining, which one do you want to take?" Mo Chuan was shocked and asked.

The so-called refining method corresponds to the soul refining method taught to Mo Chuan by the Molten Yang Daoist.

If it is said that the soul refining method is to cut the foot to fit the shoes;

Then the law of refining is that the weaving shoes are sufficient.

There are six methods of refining, which are:

- Sun refining, Taiyin refining, gold liquid, jade liquid, inner vision refining, and true dingding.

This is the only external force that can be borrowed at the time of autopsy, and because of the different external forces borrowed, the reshaped body is also very different.

"For the sake of enlightenment, the disciple wants to walk the two paths of yin and yang, and at that dawn, take away the creation of the yin and the sun."

Mo Chuan's eyes flickered, and he had already determined that Qingyuan's words and deeds were definitely not instructed by the Dark Green Palace, otherwise wouldn't it be safe to go steadily and casually?

Why bother to take the two paths of yin and yang that have not been recorded in the Dark Green Palace?

"Have you figured it out? If the success is successful, the poor road will not be able to take out the elixir of the flesh and bones of the living and dead. Mo Chuan finally warned.

"It's not a secret, the disciple's mind has been broken, and he is already impatient, if it weren't for the seniors who read the book and became fascinated, I'm afraid they would have already drawn their swords and killed themselves." Qingyuan smiled, looking extremely conceited.

"In that case, the poor road should be observed!" Mo Chuan Road.

"The disciple is waiting for the seniors to come!" Qingyuan arched his hand, took a step back, and immediately turned around, his waist was straight, and he was like a bamboo.

"It's kind of interesting."

Mo Chuan muttered, then shook his head and went to the room.

The sundial gradually shifts, and the light flows.

Before you know it, the sun is setting, the night is shrouded, and the moonlight is like water.

Mo Chuan set off early and waited to reach the bamboo forest of the Sword Staff Pavilion, but was surprised to find that the forest was already crowded with Taoists.

These Taoists, sitting or standing, are talking in groups of three or five.

If you look closely, most of them are not good, and they seem to be non-human, and they seem to have successfully dissected and stepped into the avenue.

It's just that because the things that send the soul are different, the temperament is also very different.

When these people saw Mo Chuan, they all smiled and bowed their heads to show kindness.

Mo Chuan also looked back one by one.

The people of Rongyang Dao came out, introduced Mo Chuan to his fellow Daoists, and also introduced Mo Chuan one by one.

Most Taoists are very enthusiastic about Mo Chuan.

Even a few people with cold temperaments also gave a little smile.

After entering the crowd, after a while, some Taoists couldn't help but ask about returning the child pill.

Mo Chuan was not surprised by this.

Returning the Tong Dan, for the Stygian Green Palace, can be called the Pill of Trial and Error. It's equivalent to an extra life, can you not be hot?

"Don't hide it from all fellow Daoists, the Tong Dan is a five-grade pill, which is obtained from Shoushan Lei Jun. Lei Jun is good at alchemy, as long as he takes out a treasure that matches it, it is not difficult to ask for a pill. ”

Mo Chuan lightly led the spearhead to "Lei Jun".

He is too close to the Stygian Green Palace, but it is not easy to do business.

In particular, he gave a Qingyuan Daoist for nothing, which inevitably gave people a feeling of cheapness, so it was better to push it on Lei Jun.

If you want to ask for Dan, go to Shoushan to change it yourself.

When the sound fell, the Daoists of the Dark Green Palace looked at each other, and many people then extinguished the idea of asking for Dan.

The value of the five-pinned pill is geometric, and they are naturally clear.

To use such a treasure pill on a disciple, to be honest, I am reluctant.

To put it cruelly, most of the disciples of the Underworld Palace are consumables, so in addition to the way of sword and soldier annihilation, most of the disciples of fake objects and sword staff corpses require autopsy at a young age.

To put it nicely, this is the need to seek the Tao as soon as possible; In fact, it's just a reluctance to invest too many resources.

After all, the probability of success is too low, die early and be born early, and you will not die for tens of millions of years.

However, having said that, there were still a few people from the Dark Blue Dao who asked about Lei Jun's heels, and they seemed to be interested in seeking Dan.

After the episode passed, the bamboo forest of the Sword Staff Pavilion became more and more lively.

Many Taoists took this opportunity to throw out their doubts about cultivation and came to a debate and enlightenment.

Mo Chuan was in it and listened to it with relish.

Occasionally, I gave a few words of advice and won a lot of praise.

I don't know how long it has been, but the hustle and bustle of the crowd has suddenly quieted down.

Mo Chuan felt something, and when he looked at the traces, he saw the Qingyuan Dao people, and the dragon and the tiger came in steps.

Before the crowd, bow your hand.

Then sit cross-legged, facing east, waiting for the red sun to dawn.

The sound of yang bamboo is cold at night, and the noisy discussion in the bamboo forest has completely fallen silent. If you don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, and don't sell the face of Qingyuan, everyone will have to give Rongyang three points of respect after all.

Mo Chuan sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to recuperate.

I don't know how long it has been, he suddenly felt something, opened his eyes, and saw Qingyuan holding the short blade with his right hand, aiming at his heart, suddenly turned his head and smiled at him, and his left hand exerted force, slapping the handle of the knife.

"Poof—"

The sharp blade pierced through the robe, pierced the heart, and pierced through the body.

"Thorn-"

Qingyuan Daoist snorted, and suddenly pulled out the short blade, and suddenly blood was like mist, spurting out, staining his body red.

At the right time, the red glow pierced the sky, and the morning sun sprinkled down.

"Seniors are optimistic!"

Qingyuan turned his head to look at Mo Chuan, grinned, and gathered towards Chaoxia with a blood mist full of his body, and rose up after twenty years of cultivation, blowing up his soul, picking a wisp of yin qi from the west, swallowing a mouthful of purple qi from the east, converging in the blood mist, turning qi into qi with blood, shaping shape with qi, and in that snap of his fingers, he seized the heaven and earth and created the body, and shaped the body of the avenue.

I saw that the gushing blood mist quickly converged in front of Qingyuan, like a tired bird returning to the forest, and in between, a pair of crystal clear white bones were outlined.

After a while, the fascia flesh and blood covered it, and the internal organs and organs coagulated one by one. In the blink of an eye, a handsome and weak-crowned young man stood naked in the wind, if he could see the yin and yang, he would definitely exclaim a good immortal body.

At this moment, the Daoists of the Sword Staff Pavilion were dazzled.

Mo Chuan, who had already refined his gods and was too empty, was even more swaying when he saw it.

Under the vision of the void, all the vanity dissipated, and he saw the operation and change of every wisp of Yuan Qi, and also saw the movement of every blood qi, and also saw the harmonious resonance of yin and yang.

It can be said that peeking at the sea stains is like a trickle, and seeing Songheng is like a cocoon.

The avenue will be completed!

2-in-1.

(End of chapter)