Standing on the bluestone steps, Wang Zimo raised his head and looked at the hilt of the sword on the door beam. At first, Mingbao said that it was evil spirit-suppressing.

"He didn't lie, he really suppressed evil spirits. It's just that the real evil is here!"

He couldn't go back to his house, so Wang Zimo resolutely turned around and walked towards the "Ming Baoju" opposite. As soon as I pushed the door open, I felt a wave of evil air rushing towards me. When I looked up, I was shocked to find a dried corpse hanging from the roof beam. The source of the evil qi is precisely this dried corpse.

Wang Zimo's heart suddenly "chuckled", and his little face was as white as paper in an instant.

Not long ago, he was hung from the roof by his own brother. If it weren't for the blazing heat that burned the hemp rope, I'm afraid he would have been torn to pieces by the corpse slave a long time ago.

It's a lot more complicated than you think!

"What does Da Ji want to do, why did he hang me, does it have anything to do with the dry corpse on the roof?" Wang Zimo cautiously crossed the threshold.

The corners of the walls were covered with cobwebs, and it was strange that the floor was spotless, as if it had been specially cleaned by its owner. The layout of the house is also the same as that of the Ming Baoju in Jincheng, with a bed on the left hand side of the door, a table of eight immortals on the right hand, and an incense burner in the middle to worship the statue of Sanqing.

Bypassing the dried corpses on the beam, Wang Zimo knelt down in front of the statue of Sanqing. Then he sat cross-legged with his legs folded in front of Sanqing.

Unfolding the yellow scroll and placing it on his legs, Wang Zimo carefully studied and pondered the difference between the "Great Yan Sutra" and the "Taiyan True Sutra".

The title of this volume is "Taiyan".

Yan: The water flows into the sea, the initial Chanjuan, converges into a river, and rushes endlessly. There are fifty of the number of Tai, which can play the extreme of heaven and earth, and change the ten thousand of life.

Therefore, it is called Taiyan!

Staring at the statue of Sanqing, the prince couldn't help but think of the quenching exercise diagram on the ground of the statue mountain, and then remembered the Yin family's Tai Chi exercise diagram. These two diagrams are the meaning of the exercises, but they are interpreted in a different form.

In other words, there is an original version of any exercise like the Taiyan Sutra, and the world knows that it is the scripture version and the picture version.

When he used his aura to spread his eyes before, Wang Zimo felt that the Yin family's Tai Chi Gong Diagram had some drawbacks in its operation.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he carefully experienced the "meaning" in the Taiyan Sutra, hoping to gain something.

At the beginning of heaven and earth, Xuanhuang was not divided, and it was chaos. Outside the dome, the void is ethereal, and the heavens and the earth begin to be clouded, and gradually accept their essence.

Then, heaven and earth are divided into upper and lower, the sun and the moon are divided into five elements, the five elements are inspired by God, and God is inspired to nurture the common people.

The Taiyan Sutra is mysterious, wonderful. With the Xinggong diagram, it makes people feel that this is the way for all things to multiply at the beginning of heaven and earth. As the prince pondered it closely, he felt more and more that this short scripture was profound and obscure. Every sentence and even every word is filled with a lot of information.

According to Gong Hu, the human body is more chaotic than the time when Xuanhuang is not divided, and it must absorb the essence of heaven and earth and transform yin and yang.

Yang is the day, it is dry, Yuan, Heng, Li, Zhen;

Yin is the moon, Nai Kun, Yuan, Heng, and the chastity of the horse.

This is heaven and earth, sun and moon, yin and yang!

"It's too difficult, I won't!" After studying for a long time, Wang Zimo only deepened his comprehension a little bit compared to before, and he still couldn't get a glimpse of the true practice diagram of the Taiyan Sutra from it.

He looked back at the closed door, and though he couldn't see the outside, he had a clear picture of the sword inserted into the doorbeam.

"Go back and ask? Oh, what a mess!"

Retracting his thoughts, Wang Zimo carefully discovered that this meditation was not without gain.

Even if there is no practice diagram, as long as you put the Taiyan Sutra in front of you and recite it silently in your heart, the "meaning" in the scriptures will make the cultivation twice as effective with half the effort.

After just half an hour of meditation, the Yuan Force consumed just now was restored.

And Wang Zimo also found an interesting place, that is, Ming Bao passed on his Heaven-Breaking Finger to be able to cast it without spending Yuan Force.

In the past, there were various attributes of Yuan Qi beads in the Qi Sea, but when the Heaven Breaking Finger was used, the Yuan Qi in the Qi Sea would be called out and turned into spears to kill the enemy invisibly.

It wasn't until he learned from Han Dudu that he felt that the real Heaven Breaking Finger was not just as simple as mobilizing the Yuan Qi, and there was a strange thing before the Yuan Qi, pulling the Yuan Qi out of the Finger. Wang Zimo defined this strange thing as "meaning".

When the last breath of vitality was released, Wang Zimo was surprised to find that the Heaven Breaking Finger could still be used.

Although that heat flow was condensed from the lower part of the dantian, it had nothing to do with the Yuan Force in the body. On the contrary, it was Han Du who taught him to "enter the enemy camp alone" and secretly consumed the little vitality left in the dantian.

"How can this martial art be used for vitality?"

"And what is that hot current? Is that the so-called Yin Virtue in Dai Xiaomo's mouth?" the prince was puzzled.

Standing up and stretching his arms, Wang Zimo faced Sanqing deeply again. Before he finished worshipping, he twisted his body uncomfortably, as if a pair of eyes were watching him secretly, and no matter how much he dodged, he couldn't block the man's sight.

The aura emanating from the corpse never moved away from him.

Wang Zimo could clearly distinguish that the eyes in the dark were not the evil aura emanating from the corpse, but more like the feeling of being stared at from behind in the shrine of Our Lady just now.

"Is it the Virgin?"

Closing his eyes, the prince silently recalled, and the outline of the Golden City White Cloud Temple slowly appeared in his mind. In Baiyun Temple, Mingbaoju sits in the south and faces north, while the Shrine of Our Lady sits in the north and faces south. Walking out of the small door behind the Virgin, you will turn a corner and you will see the Ming Bao Residence.

So......

Our Lady Shrine and Ming Bao Ju must be back to back, and the two places are only separated by a wall.

Storing the yellow scroll close to his body, the prince silently pressed against the cold wall and carefully touched the back of the idol. He tapped the wall with his knuckles as he walked. Along the way, the knuckles feel heavy to the touch. It wasn't until behind the statue of Sanqing that the green bricks on the wall suddenly made a hollow crisp sound.

"Knock! knock!"

Wang Zimo stopped and knocked three more times, and after confirming that it was correct, he quickly spread his five fingers and continued to grope from the wall.

The night of the miasma was already covered by black fog and the moonlight, and the darkness seemed to be deep in the mire. Although there was a night pearl hanging in the house, it was dim and unpretentious, and with the obscuration of the statue of Sanqing, Wang Zimo became blind and couldn't see anything.

Touching it, Wang Zimo's hairs couldn't help but stand up.

"What!"

He kicked back two steps with his eyes wide open, his back pressed against the back of the Shangqing idol, and he couldn't help but open his mouth wide and gasp for air. The thin placket was instantly soaked in cold sweat, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to the body.

What was that just now?

Is it human?

It's a dead man!

Like corpse slaves, dead people with loose flesh and bones wrapped in bones!

And the feeling just now is clearly looking at that eye. What is it? What does it mean in the eyes? Yes, it is sarcasm, contempt, ridicule, contempt!

It's as if the other party's one thought can wipe me out!

At this time, the heart only realized that it was "poof!poof!" and jumped up, and the throbbing ribcage was uncomfortably pumped as if it had been flattened by a stone.

The prince did not dare to stay, and ran to the door with a rolling belt. Looking back at the dried corpse, the entire scalp exploded in an instant, and the hair stood on end.

"Mingbao?"

Wang Zimo looked at the dried corpse, his fingers clutching the corners of his clothes trembling helplessly, and the large beads of mung bean's sweat trickled down his forehead, reflecting panicked eyes in the dim night pearl.

The dried corpse hanging on the roof beam is Mingbao!

That......

Who is Mingbao who has just returned from Yangchi?

Or does it mean that Bao was sucked dry by the corpse slave and the blood essence was suspended from the beam?

If this is the case, the evil aura should not be directed at me, but the evil aura that is contaminated with me.

Thinking of this, Wang Zimo couldn't help but burst into tears.

He wanted to put Mingbao down and put him in the ground, but the evil aura was always hanging like a needle, so he dispelled the idea and came back to bury him when he was strong enough.

"I will definitely avenge you!" Wang Zimo's eyes were firm, he wiped away his tears vigorously, and after exiting Mingbao's house, he knelt on his knees and bowed deeply to Mingbao.

This worship, Wang Zimo completely understood.

What the eyes were staring at just now was clearly the moire buckle on his body, which was the magic weapon that Mingbao gave him to save his life when he left two years ago!

He didn't make a move because he was afraid of the moire buckle, and the man in white must have wanted to get the moire buckle!

The miasma was so dangerous that the first stop at Baiyun Temple almost lost his life. The road ahead is uncertain, and I don't know what demons I will encounter. You have to make yourself strong to keep up with your brother. Why did you come to this kind of place?

"Let's go home together, okay?"

"Daji, I must take you home!"

Wang Zimo looked up at the hilt of the sword again, stood on tiptoe and touched it. Suddenly, a cool and refreshing feeling spread throughout the body, dispelling all the previous fears.

"Does what you say count?"

Wang Zimo firmly pushed open the door of the house, facing the plain wall without a bottom in his heart. He didn't know how capable the man in white was, how long this wall could restrain him, and where he could go......

All kinds of doubts constantly tested Wang Zimo's psychological defense.

After thinking about it, he walked to the center of the room and sat cross-legged.

Before he could ask again, the wall became transparent again, and then the small shadow of the man in white was reflected.