Fang Zhuo was intrigued by Jiaoying's words, and once again used his divine sense to check the mysterious picture scroll. No, at this time, Fang Zhuoduan sat in the Yin Tang acupoint and concentrated on studying the divine consciousness transformation of the new rune array given by the general outline of the rune after the foundation was built, and suddenly his eyes suddenly appeared. Fang Zhuo saw that it was the monk Silent Ke who appeared in the Yintang cave. It's just that Fang Zhuo's divine consciousness incarnation swept away, and he had already seen that the body of Monk Shanke was actually still sitting in the medicine garden space to study the mysterious bluestone, and the one that appeared in the Yintang cave was also a divine consciousness incarnation.

"Boy, stay away from that thing. Monk Shanke looked at the scroll outside and said solemnly, "If you don't want to be trapped in it like this little fox, it's best not to use your divine sense to explore it indiscriminately." ”

"Oh?" Fang Zhuo's interest intensified. A painting scroll that can make the monks face it squarely, I am afraid that the mystery in this is even greater.

"This is an immortal method, and you can't see it with your current cultivation. It's a mistake that touches the core inside, and it takes a lot of effort to get trapped. ”

"Immortal means?!" Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment. He had seen the True Immortal Jade Jane, and even learned from it his main exercise, the Great Five Elements, and the Divine Technique. Later, he saw demon bones and fairy bones, and he was no stranger to the spirit of immortals. However, although the thing in front of me is strange, if it is compared with the words "immortal means", it is really a bit ordinary and unworthy.

"Hehe, this old guy should still be at ease in the world. His methods are not ordinary. Monk Shi Shiran sat down, looked at Fang Zhuo's divine consciousness transformation and said, "I once told you that realm and combat power can never be equated. There is an example of this. ”

"The owner of this scroll?" Fang Zhuo asked.

Monk Shanke shook his head and said, "It should be said." He is the refiner of this scroll. This person was just a true immortal 200,000 years ago. But his methods are incredible. As far as I know. Not only did he easily kill the Golden Immortal. Even if it is a Great Luo Jin Immortal who is two realms higher than him, he will no longer suffer losses or even losses in his hands!"

Fang Zhuo couldn't help but exclaim: "How is it possible?!That's a difference of two great realms! You once said that above the Yuan Infant, every time there is a difference of one great realm, it is equal to a world of difference, how much difference is cloud mud?!"

Monk Shanke nodded with a smile and said, "That's it." Now think about it. This old thing really has some means. His expression suddenly became depressed, and he looked at the empty picture scroll outside and said, "Speaking of which, the various methods of your Taoism are really ................... ”

Unable to think of suitable adjectives or not knowing how to talk to Fang Zhuo, Monk Shanke frowned, paused for a moment before continuing: "Our Buddhism's supernatural powers are not a means to reach the heavens, everything comes with cultivation, and my heart is cultivated, all of which are indispensable. Although it is boring and difficult, it may suddenly generate great abilities. And you Taoist things can be said to be full of means. Unpredictable. If we talk about kitsch and tricks, the methods of our Buddhism are really a lot worse. ”

Fang Zhuo could hear that the old guy's words were not without sourness. Therefore, Quan Dang didn't hear it, and continued to listen to the next words.

"This painting is supposed to be from the old guy's early years, and it's not very useful. It's just that his methods are really incredible, and for your current level, this is really a good thing. It's just that................... ”

Monk Shanke thought for a while and said, "I specialize in life and death, and I don't have much else to do. This old guy's methods are surprisingly weird, and they are in a league of their own. Although there is a difference of 108,000 miles between cultivation and monks, in the comprehension of the Great Dao, he is not inferior to monks. Therefore, I can only help you use it a little, monk. Before that, there are some minor issues that need to be addressed. ”

"What's the problem?" Fang Zhuo and Monk Silent Ke completely forgot that this painting was not theirs at all, and that there was a little fox who looked like a fairy living in it.

Monk Shanke rolled his eyes and said, "Your question is not in a hurry, first of all, you have to know what this thing is for." ”

Fang Zhuo nodded.

Monk Shanke looked at the painting outside, with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Speaking of thousands of avenues, those who can stick to the end and point to immortality are not those with great ability." This old man with a big dream, although his cultivation is only a true immortal, was also one of the figures I admired very much as a monk back then. ”

"Old Man with Big Dreams?"

"That's right, this person calls himself the Old Man of Big Dreams, and he is cultivating the Dharma of Big Dreams!" said Monk Shan Ke angrily.

"Big Dream Rectification?" Fang Zhuo was unrelenting before and after his cultivation, and it could be said that he had seen and heard a lot. However, this old man with a big dream and the Fa-rectification of a big dream have never heard of it.

Monk Shanke glanced at him and said, "This avenue of this exercise is his original creation. He practiced to the extreme, but he didn't pass it on. He is the only one in this world who knows how to cultivate. Of course, you won't know the way. ”

Fang Zhuo was stunned.

Dare to love this old man with a big dream all his own, and he has created a road to eternal life?! How can such an amazing and brilliant character hold on to his whole life and not even receive a disciple?

The monk explained his doubts and explained: "Speaking of which, this old man with a big dream can be regarded as talented. When others cultivate, they are tired and sleepy. And he is good, he cultivates when he is awake, and he can actually cultivate in his dreams when he is asleep! It is because of this magical method that this guy slowly figured out some mysterious things about dreams, and finally formed his own avenue. ”

"So, he can't find a disciple like him, so he can't inherit this Great Dao?" Fang Zhuo asked.

Monk Shanke nodded and said, "This person has a mysterious method, although he has experienced that immortal tribulation, but I estimate that he is probably still alive." If you walk the world, it's best to pay attention to this person. In the future, when the war starts, this man will be a great help!"

Fang Zhuo opened his mouth, he wanted to ask what the characteristics of this old man with big dreams were, but when he thought of the immortal methods, his appearance could be said to be arbitrary. I don't think I've seen him for 200,000 years, and the monk may not be able to touch his pulse.

"This painting was actually refined by him to assist him in his cultivation. Monk Shanke pointed to the picture scroll outside and said, "This thing can allow any cultivator to achieve the goal of entering the dream realm to cultivate. It's just that, with my current means, I can only open up some of these abilities for you, and I estimate that I can support you to cultivate to the Yuanying realm at most. No matter how high it is, I can't do it. ”

Fang Zhuo asked, "Monk, what do you mean is that if I take this scroll, I will be able to stay idle day and night." Cultivating by yourself when you are awake, and cultivating in your dreams when you are asleep?"

"That's nature!" Monk Shan Ke said with a cold smile, "That's not all, this thing also has a strong ability, which is also of great use to you." ”

"What ability?"

Monk Shanke said: "As long as your divine sense is not stronger than your opponent, you can throw him into this painting at any time! However, it is not himself who enters the painting, but his soul! His body is muddy outside, as if sleepwalking, and his combat effectiveness is reduced to a minimum for a while." And his soul is in the painting, and you can take him calmly. ”

"Then isn't my painting also a soul?" Fang Zhuo thought about how could there be such an easy thing in this world, there must be a very fair bottleneck in this.

Monk Shanke nodded and said, "That's nature. But you're different. ”

Fang Zhuo's eyes widened, listening to what this monk had to say about himself.

"You have the three soul pets of Wind Thunder, Yunrong and Silver Fox, this is your strength!" said the monk Shanke: "Your divine sense may not be able to take advantage of the painting, but these three of your soul pets can enter the painting with you to besiege and kill! Other spirit pets cannot enter, because they are not soul bodies." If you force your way in, once you trigger the core rules, you can easily get trapped inside like that little fox. If you can't find the old man with big dreams, this matter will not be easy to solve. However, soul pets are exempt from this restriction. They are first of all souls themselves, and secondly, they have your soul in the soul sigil as the leader, in which case they cannot be controlled by the painting. Of course, the premise is that you have to master the painting first, even if it's only a part. ”

"So strong?!" Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and then blurted out and asked, "Monk, you said that the old man of the Great Dream was able to kill the Great Luo Golden Immortal by two levels, wouldn't it be with the help of this method?!"

Monk Silent smiled slightly bitterly and nodded.

Back then, in the fairy world, although the realm of this old man with big dreams was not very high, he was notoriously difficult to provoke. His temper is hard and his methods are also hard, and he is also a resounding figure in the entire fairy world.

200,000 years in the blink of a finger, old friend, I wonder if you are still alive in the world?

Fang Zhuo saw that Monk Shanke was stunned, and knew that he must have touched something. Fang Zhuo pondered quietly, thinking of the unbelievable methods of the old man with the big dream, and felt extremely admired for a while.

History is like a long river, hundreds of thousands of years later, how many amazing and brilliant characters, how many wisdom essences have been left behind? Fang Zhuo felt that he was able to jump into this great river, it was really a great opportunity and luck!

With the emergence of this thought, Fang Zhuo suddenly thought of his wife and children who were far away from his hometown. Thinking that he didn't know where Lu Dao was now, and thinking about how he didn't know when Lu Dao would be able to return to his hometown, he was a little gloomy for a while.

When I left home, my young son was happy, this time was in a hurry, and when I went home, my child, I'm afraid that he was not an adult?

The father and grandfather, who had always been strict with themselves, didn't know what was going on with Lu Dao now? With the help of the means of the monk Shanke, he brought some pills to his home, and I don't know if they could receive them? Have they already taken it?

Fang Zhuo was thinking nonsense here, and Monk Silent Ke was also pondering here.

Suddenly, a voice sounded faintly in the sea of knowledge of the monk Lonely: "Don't forget, Huangliang pillow." (To be continued......)

PS: Lao He went to handle the procedures for the optical fiber upgrade, but seeing that the entire community is upgrading, I am afraid that it will not be my turn for a while. Fortunately, the disciple helped me move a little, and I used the newly given optical fiber number to temporarily continue to open the old ADSL, so as not to delay the use, hehe.