The dark cyan liquid tightly wrapped his kidneys, and both kidneys had a dark cyan appearance.

"Don't get poisoned anymore. ”

Sun Ye hurriedly checked it with his divine sense, not only was there no problem, but the function was surprisingly good.

"What's going on?"

Consciousness keeps you immersed in it, as if you were in a daze and heard the voice.

"Haha, I still have a successor, hahahaha. ”

The voice seemed to whisper in the ear, and it seemed to come from the clouds, constantly echoing.

"I don't know where the master is sacred, please show up. ”

Sun Ye couldn't see anything, and his eyes seemed to have lost their function.

"Appear, you little monkey is interesting, but it's a pity that my ancestor and I have long since returned to the Heavenly Dao, and my body is gone, and this is just the only residual thought left to talk to you. ”

Speaking of this, there was a sudden sense of desolation in his voice.

"Haven't you asked what the name of the master is?"

A master who has been able to die for so many years can still transmit the voice to himself, he must be a great person, Sun Ye asked respectfully.

"Remember, the ancestor's name is called Lingmu, and you are the only descendant of my Lingmu Daoist. ”

The voice was deafening, as if the name had a certain magical power.

"Lingmu Daoist, I haven't heard of it. Sun Ye thought to himself.

"Lingmu Daoist, I already have a master, I can't worship you as a teacher. Sun Ye said apologetically.

"You already have a master? It doesn't matter? But now you are the descendant of my Lingmu Dao people, since you have met my stump, then you are my disciple, live well, be careful of Hongjun's disciple." ”

As he spoke, the voice of the Lingmu Daoist slowly weakened, and when Sun Ye opened his eyes, he could no longer hear any of the Lingmu Daoist's voice.

You haven't told me what to do with this dark cyan liquid.

But Sun Ye's answer did not get any response, and when he opened his eyes, only Haitong watched his meditation.

Hearing Sun Ye's movements, Haitong also opened his eyes and found a black wooden board, written in white stone.

"Uncle Shi, do you have any instructions?"

Haitong's movements are skillful and distressing.

"Wait for me to go outside. ”

Haitong nodded, it was already the next morning, and the sun had already climbed into the sky. The two of them first came to the main hall, and the Bodhi Ancestor was still attached to the table, snoring, and the tea in the cup next to him was already cold.

The main hall is filled with the fragrance of tea.

There are countless futons in the hall, but now they have long been covered with dust, until under the yaotai, the Bodhi patriarch sits on the platform crookedly, and there were originally thirty little immortals standing under the stage on both sides, but now they are all empty.

"Master, disciple Sun Ye brings Haitong to Shizun, please say goodbye. ”

Sun Ye shouted, as if Patriarch Bodhi hadn't heard, still asleep.

Haitong wrote: Don't disturb the ancestor, let's go around somewhere else.

Sun Ye nodded and continued walking,

Walking out of the main hall, the Bodhi Patriarch raised his head and looked at the back of Sun Ye leaving, and muttered: Like that monkey, they are all very filial, I can't bear it, I can't bear it.

As he spoke, he fell asleep on the table again.

In the depths of the cave, layers of deep pavilion Qionglou, as soon as you enter the Pearl Palace, you can't say that the quiet room is secluded. On the houses on the ground, the depths of the trees are full of fallen leaves, and the trees are also green and yellow.

"What is this?" Sun Ye couldn't figure out what season it was, how it was that some trees were flourishing, and some trees had already lost their leaves.

Haitong hurriedly wrote on the board: "Uncle Shi, it seems that the temper of the ancestor is not good recently, you must know that the cultivation has reached the level of the ancestor, and it can hook the aura of heaven and earth, and the changes in the four seasons are not changing with the heart of the ancestor. ”

Sun Ye nodded, and understood.

"Let's go, walk around. Sun Ye pointed to a path and looked at this blessed place. I have to say that the place where the aura gathers is different from the mortal world outside where the aura is scarce, and every time I take a breath, I feel that my cultivation has faintly increased.

"Uncle Shi, this is just the simplest effect of the blessed land. Haitong wrote on the board. "The three-star cave of the slanting moon is built by the ancestor with great painstaking efforts, and every inch of land here hides countless treasures. ”

"Baby?"

Sun Ye's eyes lit up when he heard these two words.

"How do you get it? ”

Haitong touched his head and wrote embarrassedly: "I don't know either." ”

You don't know what to say.

But Sun Ye still kept an eye on it, and had the opportunity to go around again.

"Haitong, there's the Scripture Pavilion. "Sun Ye saw in the book that there are hidden gold pavilions in the caves, so he doesn't know where the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Three Star Cave of the Oblique Moon is located?

"Uncle Shi, do you mean that kind of scripture pavilion?"

"Of course, it's the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that contains the Dao Dharma. ”

Haitong pointed around, "There are scripture pavilions everywhere. ”

"What?everywhere?" Sun Ye didn't believe it, the thirty-six techniques of Tiangang and the seventy-two techniques of the earth shatter were hidden here?

Haitong shook his head.

Sun Ye breathed a sigh of relief, "That's right, what did you just say so possible?"

Haitong wrote on the board: "There is more to it than that. ”

"What?

"Yes, Uncle Shi, you want those are all techniques, they are techniques. But Master Shi Zu worked hard to learn all his life, and integrated countless Dao into the Three Star Cave of the Oblique Moon, where there are not only techniques, but also countless methods. ”

Sun Ye's eyes widened in disbelief.

Haitong casually folded off a bamboo leaf and handed it to Sun Ye.

Sun Ye took it, this is a bamboo leaf. It's no different.

"Uncle Shi, take a closer look yourself. ”

Sun Ye took a serious look, this is still an ordinary bamboo leaf.

"Is there any difference?" Sun Ye asked.

Haitong took the bamboo leaf in his hand, and the bamboo leaf seemed to have a life, and the cold sword qi was slowly released from both sides of the bamboo leaf, and the leaves were engraved with dense sword patterns in an instant.

"Uncle Shi, this is my way. ”

Haitong handed the bamboo leaf to Sun Ye again, the sword qi disappeared, and the bamboo leaf turned into an ordinary bamboo leaf again.

"So, Uncle Shi, you haven't comprehended kendo yet. What you see is what it is, and what I see is sword energy. ”

Sun Ye looked at the bamboo leaf a little helplessly, this is indeed an ordinary bamboo leaf, where did the sword come from?

He threw the bamboo leaves to the ground.

"Haitong, have you comprehended a Tao?" asked Sun Ye.

"A monk can comprehend countless paths, and I have also comprehended the path of talismans. ”

Haitong casually sucked up a dry leaf from the ground, and slowly turned into a yellow spell in his hand, with cinnabar outlined on it, and threw it casually, turning into a fallen leaf and floating to the ground.

"A person can cultivate one or ten thousand paths, such as the ancestor, no one knows how many kinds of the dao the ancestor has comprehended. ”