With a long sigh, King Qin Guang said: "This spell is magical, I have never heard of it, probably it was figured out by yourself, little brother!"

His tone was full of praise or regret, there were many magical spells between heaven and earth, but they were all mastered by some of the seniors. It was him, King Qin Guang, who had also learned a few magical powers, but it was still difficult to talk about creating a new magic trick by himself.

And this monk in the world only knows how to blindly inherit the exercises of his predecessors.

The slightest deviation can be half scared to death, not to mention that there is no other way to create such a spell that is purely for fun.

Xuankong held back a smile in his stomach, where is this?

It's true that he was an ordinary person in his previous life, but he can't stand the prosperity of his previous life's cultural prosperity novels. Since crossing over, Xuankong will also recall some novels he has read in his previous life in his mind.

The blessing of cultivating immortals, the memory of the previous life is also becoming more and more profound.

This time it was out of control, and after Xuankong got the true inheritance of the old Taoist, he continued to experiment with the strange ideas in the previous books and the methods of the Laoshan School. As a result, after more than ten years, he really figured out a lot of mysterious tricks.

Or it's the skill of Edgeworth, or the experience of escaping, or some key points in cultivation.

From the countless novels he remembered in his mind, he was summarized and sorted out by Xuankong one by one, and became his unique secret method for surviving in this world full of immortals and demons.

A table of wine, from midnight to early morning.

Although the wine in the Xuankong wine pot is good, but the surname is quite strong, King Qin Guang drank a few more glasses and his face was red, and in the end, Xuankong poured himself and drank for half a night.

When he woke up the next day, King Qin Guang's figure had disappeared, and Xuankong touched his head and almost wondered if he was dreaming because he had drunk too much last night. But when I looked up, I saw that the statue of King Yama, which was supposed to be sitting upright, had changed its shape.

His right hand was pillowed under his head, and his left hand was holding the coarse porcelain wine glass that Xuankong bought from the bottom of the mountain, looking complacent.

"Alas!" Xuankong sighed and hammered his head with hatred.

This is King Qin Guang, the first famous god he met in this world, and he actually failed to peel off some benefits from his hands, this is not his own style.

Vaguely, he remembered that he used a wine jug to make a bet and won a bet against King Qin Guang.

This kind of god of the underworld won't shake himself a little, right?

Thinking suspiciously, Xuankong cleaned up all the wine cups and plates on the grass, stood in the thatched hut and frowned and glanced at the open space in front of the house. Seeing the statue of King Qin Guang half-lying on the ground, Xuankong's eyes suddenly lit up and he remembered something.

Hurriedly running out of the house, Xuankong hummed and chirped to move the statue of King Qin Guang back to the dark corner of the room.

Originally pressed by the statue, a thread-bound book appeared in front of him.

"Hehe, good thing!" wiped a handful of saliva, Xuankong happily picked up the book, and looked at the cover of the book, which was clearly a few tadpole characters of "The Beginning of the Beginning of the Infinite Measurement of the Human Superior Quality", which were all written in the heavenly book used by the gods in ancient times.

Xuankong praised again: "Good thing!"

Fortunately, I studied under the old Taoist priest and learned a lot of miscellaneous knowledge, otherwise I would have put the book of heaven in front of me, and if I couldn't understand it, it would really make people want to die. Sure enough, no matter what world you're in, there's nothing wrong with learning more than one foreign language.

Full of longing, Xuankong flipped through the "Yuan Shi Immeasurable Human Superior Wonderful Sutra" from beginning to end, and he frowned while frowning.

Turning from the front cover to the back cover, Xuankong's head was lifted from the book, with a little confusion: "Is this cheating me?"

I didn't believe it, so I turned the book upside down and looked at it from the beginning. This time I am always not mistaken, "Yuan Shi Wu Liang Ren Shang Miao Jing", also known as "Lingbao Du Ren Jing", is divided into 61 volumes, only the first volume records some mantras to send the dead.

In Xuankong's view, the other volumes are all perfunctory scriptures, which are divided into several chapters, such as "The Preface of the Daojun", "The Yuan Shi Dong Xuan", "The Yuan Dong Jade Calendar", "The Middle Preface of the Daojun", "The Book of the Yuan Shi Ling", "The Later Preface of the Daojun" and "Ode to the True People of Taiji".

Except for some allusions and secrets in the Immortal Heavenly Realm, the Mortal World and the Netherworld Ghost Realm, there is not half a word about other magical spells.

To put it bluntly, this is an encyclopedia that depicts the Three Realms.

Dictionary-like stuff.

King Qin Guang also left a line of words under the book: "Little brother, you are talented, I won't leave a spell for you as a brother." This "Lingbao Duren Sutra" is a record of my experience in the Ten Palaces of Yama for many years, including the secret allusions in the Three Realms, and I hope to make good use of it. ”

He has good intentions, just imagine, how many Taoist priests in this world who are cultivating in the human world can learn the secrets of the upper realm?

Even the disciples of Kunlun and Emei could not have learned these secrets from their teachers before they ascended to the Dao.

Needless to say, because of luck, the Laoshan faction inherited from generation to generation by the ancient gods. What is most lacking is this kind of thing, which can be regarded as a thing with a sect background.

King Qin Guang knew that Xuankong was the first disciple of the Laoshan faction, and sooner or later he would take over the Taoist system of the Laoshan faction in the human realm, and he was afraid that he would grit his teeth and leave this "Lingbao Du Ren Jing" because he was afraid that his eyes in the Three Realms would be black. But unexpectedly, Xuankong was full of tears in his stomach.

It's still a cheat!

"Lingbao Du Ren Sutra" was flipped over, and there was no other use at all except for confirming to Xuankong that the gods and demons in this world were no different from the myths and legends of the previous generation. If compared to this book, Xuankong actually thinks that the "Fengshen Bang", "Journey to the West", and "Journey to the East" in his previous life are more detailed.

"I'm crossing!" Xuankong silently looked at the sky.

I put the book in my arms, talked about the anecdotes of various gods in heaven and earth, and pulled a random writer from the station of my predecessor, and I could pull it for a few days and nights.

In Xuankong's heart, it is better to leave some gold and silver subsidies, so that he can also come in handy when he goes down the mountain in the future, which is completely out of King Qin Guang's original intention.

"Senior brother, senior brother, senior brother!" Xuankong was still sighing that King Qin Guang was stingy, when he heard a voice coming from the next mountain road.

"Second junior brother, don't shout. Xuankong was upset and blurted out.

Wang Qi trotted all the way, and only stopped when he arrived in front of Yuewei Grass Hall, and kept gasping: "Senior brother, I'm Wang Qi." ”

Xuankong was speechless, nodded in affirmation: "I know you are not Zhu Ba." ”

Wang Qi was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who is Zhu Ba?" Isn't it a newly recruited disciple on the mountain, and he thought about it for a while.

"Ahem, no, you heard me wrong. Xuankong hammered his head, he was still drunk last night, and his Dao name was clearly not "Wukong" anymore. In peacetime, his thatched hut in the back mountain is a place that his junior disciples can't avoid, and now Wang Qi is running up in such a hurry, probably something happened.

Xuankong didn't care that Wang Qi was still thinking about it, while taking the sword from the house and carrying it behind him, he pulled Wang Qi down the mountain: "What's wrong? Did the master ask you to come to me?" This makes a lot of sense, in Xuankong's heart, only the old Taoist elder of the Laoshan faction is higher than him, but he forgot that he was just assigned to Wang Qi as a third-generation disciple yesterday.

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