After the red-haired ghost taught Su Zimo the secret method of this pupil technique, he told again: "Although you have a candle light stone, you must also be careful when cultivating!"

"It is best to practice in the early morning and evening every day, if it is at noon, the power of the sun reaches its peak, your eyes can't bear it at all, you have to take it step by step. ”

Su Zimo remembered them one by one in his heart.

This kind of thing can't be careless, don't be blind at that time, it's really too much to regret.

After half a ring, Su Zimo made sure that there was nothing missing, so he got up and left and walked towards the front yard.

The little fox stood not far away, his eyes misty, dozing off.

"There you go. ”

Su Zimo rubbed the little fox's forehead and laughed.

The little fox is a demon clan, and on this day every month, she will also come to the backyard and go to the red-haired ghost to ask for a bowl of spiritual water to drink.

It's just that the little fox was very resistant at first, trembling with fright, and resisting to death.

It was Su Zimo who hugged her and sent her over in person, and the little fox gradually got used to it.

Five years have passed, and what makes Su Zimo a little strange is that although the little fox has stepped into the Dan Dao, he has never been able to transform into a human form, and he has no way to speak.

Su Zimo only regarded it as the unique inheritance of the fox clan, and he didn't think much about it.

Seeing Su Zimo return to the front yard, the little fox ran to the red-haired ghost, arched a pair of small paws, and bowed to the red-haired ghost seriously, and actually spoke, "I've seen my predecessors." ”

The little fox's voice is tactful and soft, and any male creature hearing it will probably have a heart full of distractions.

The red-haired ghost was very calm, and just nodded.

"Why don't you keep refusing to transform into a human form?"

The red-haired ghost asked with a smile.

The little fox hung his head, and a blush appeared on his cheeks.

When the red-haired ghost saw it, he couldn't help laughing, and said teasingly: "You little thing, I'm afraid you have moved your heart!"

The little fox was even more embarrassed, and quickly shook his head, shaking his little head like a rattle.

The red-haired ghost laughed for a while before putting away his smile and said, "Are you thinking that only by keeping this way will he not drive you away?"

The little fox hung his head and was silent, which was considered a tacit acquiescence.

This is, of course, only one aspect.

On the other hand, the little fox knows very well that if she really transforms into a human form, I am afraid that the relationship between her and Su Zimo will not be as intimate as before.

The human race pays attention to whether men and women are intimate or not, and there is an extra layer of estrangement between them after all.

Now, she can casually get into Su Zimo's arms, roll in it and sleep soundly, be coquettish wantonly, and do whatever she wants.

The red-haired ghost pursed his lips and said with a disgruntled face: "This kid worshiped Buddhism, shaved his rank as a monk, and actually had such a glamorous blessing, Lao Tzu didn't have this treatment back then." ”

......

Su Zimo returned to the front yard and sat on the ground, looking at the scorching sun that was slowly rising in the distance.

At this time, the morning sun was rising, and the light was not too strong, so he had to hurry up and cultivate.

Su Zimo took a deep breath, the scriptures of the candlelight eye in his mind, and his right eye stared at the scorching sun on the horizon.

As time passed, it was as if a ray of light had been injected into his right eye.

The right eye is gradually covered with white.

These white pupils, which look strange and inexplicable, exude a faint light, and are constantly absorbing the glow and refining.

The temperature in the right eye is gradually rising!

It's a little painful, but it's bearable.

Su Zimo could clearly feel that his right eye seemed to be integrated with the candlelight stone, and the glow was injected into the candlelight stone, and the strong power became much softer.

The damage to the right eye is also minimized!

From today onwards, in addition to cultivating the Great Wilderness Demon King's Secret Book at night, Su Zimo will practice this pupil technique every morning and evening.

Although there was no movement in the dantian.

But Su Zimo never gave up, and most of the day, he still chose to browse the ancient books left by the two ancient temples in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The many ancient books in the Scripture Pavilion are too precious!

How terrifying will the foundation of the two super sects be?

Among them, there are not only many secret methods and spiritual techniques, but also the methods of refining weapons, alchemy, talismans, ancient formations, and many other things, which have long been lost.

For example, in one of the formation secret books, there is a kind of thing called the 'Forbidden God Ancient Array'.

It is said that if this formation is arranged, the primordial spirit of Yuanying Zhenjun will be imprisoned, and he will not be able to mobilize mana at all!

There are many more secret recipes like this.

It's just that Su Zimo's cultivation is not in the realm, and many of them can't be comprehended.

The days passed.

In the blink of an eye, it was another five years.

Su Zimo has been at the bottom of the Burial Dragon Valley for ten years.

Evening.

Su Zimo sat on the ground, holding the prayer beads of King Ming, looking at the sunset in the west, shrouded in the sunset, and the law was solemn, like a Buddha with a red glow.

His right eye has a blazing brilliance, and he can't be forced to look at it!

Ten years have passed, and Su Zimo's dantian is still empty, like a black hole, without a trace of aura.

But, in his face, in his eyes, there was no trace of loss.

After ten years of chanting and worshipping the Buddha, Su Zimo's body has a quiet and serene temperament, not sad or happy, not frightened, almost Zen.

This is the embodiment of the profundity of the Dharma!

Having a worry-free flower is equivalent to having a huigen.

Su Zimo's attainments in Buddhism are getting deeper and deeper.

The backyard of the ancient temple.

The old monk stood on the stone steps, the red-haired ghost sat in the cemetery, and the two faced each other.

"Old bald donkey, I see that there is no movement in that kid's dantian, Lao Tzu estimates that he wants to re-cultivate immortals, but there is no hope. The red-haired ghost said.

"The dantian is shattered, the foundation is destroyed, and it is so difficult to recast the foundation. Throughout the ages, I don't know how many heavenly demons have emerged, and no one has ever succeeded. ”

The old monk sighed lightly and said, "But this son's comprehension of Buddhism is getting deeper and deeper, and if he can really practice again, he can be regarded as having obtained the true inheritance of Buddhism." ”

"Bullshit Legacy!"

The red-haired ghost looked disdainful, and pouted: "Without spiritual power, even if he understands the methods of Buddhism, he can't release it, there is a bird to use!"

"If you want Lao Tzu to say, in the future, he will be worried about repairing the golden pill, so he will cultivate the demon with peace of mind! Don't look at the fact that he doesn't have the golden pill now, his real strength is only stronger than ten years ago!"

The old monk shook his head and said: "If he gives up repairing the golden pill and continues to cultivate demons, the moment he steps into the Yuanying realm, it will also be the moment when he completely becomes a demon!"

"That's not good. The red-haired ghost muttered.

At this moment, a spiritual light fell from outside the ancient temple.

The old monk looked sideways, beckoned, and a spirit crane fell in his palm.

The old monk frowned slightly, opened the spirit crane and glanced at it, his expression was complicated, he sighed slightly, and said, "The old man came later." ”

"The breath on this spirit crane, Lao Tzu hates it!"

The red-haired ghost stared at Linghe, narrowed his eyes, and asked in a cold voice, "Is it him!

The old monk nodded.

The red-haired ghost stood up with a bang, the chains on his body shook loudly, and the whole person suddenly became murderous!

The old monk glanced at the red-haired ghost and said, "You be quiet, no matter what, he is kind to Fahua Temple and Daming Temple." ”

"What's more, it's just a junior, what do you have to be excited about. ”

Hearing this, the red-haired ghost was immediately deflated and sat back down, his face ugly.