Exorcism

Mu Xingqiu swallowed the bright red fruit in one gulp. He didn't care about the risk before, but he didn't know the taste afterwards. He was too hungry, and food was everything to him.

A piece of fruit could only slightly reduce the hunger, but it was enough to make Mu Xingqiu calmly think about this strange thing. The origin of the fruit is unknown. Is it a magic fruit born from a golem, or a divine fruit grown from a sacred tree? What are the effects of eating it? He knew nothing about it.

This is why the Taoist priest must be ruthless and abandon his desires. He thinks that a simple feeling of hunger can make him lose his basic judgment. If he continues to be hungry, he will even throw aside his spiritual practice in order to satisfy his appetite. The same is true for desires. When they develop to the extreme, they all want to monopolize the human body and spirit, and spiritual practice can only be forced to take a back seat.

"Practice is also a kind of desire." Mu Xingqiu murmured, and practice is the most overbearing desire, which requires self-centeredness at all times, so Taoist priests must be ruthless and abandon desire.

This is what Tao Tong has been teaching for many years. It was only then that Mu Xingqiu had a clear and profound understanding. Then he saw the biggest loophole and obstacle in the entire plan: he still had unsolved emotional tribulations. Every time he improved his realm, especially The moment the elixir is condensed again, there will be many dangers.

Mu Xingqiu continued to practice boxing, but he was a little absent-minded. The hunger in his belly was still lingering, and his mind was filled with thoughts about how to avoid love disaster.

The red fruit on the golem became Mu Xingqiu's only source of food. However, in the illusion, one could only grow every seven days, which could only sustain life. His hunger never left him for a moment, but Mu Xingqiu still insisted on practicing boxing. Thoughtful and full of doubts.

Lord Yishi never showed up. He must have been observing Mu Xingqiu's every move, but he did not give any help. Mu Xingqiu could guess the intentions of the demon of souls. Lord Yishi was weighing the pros and cons. Only Mu Xingqiu's He would only come out to help if the practice progressed rapidly, otherwise he would still have to carry out his original plan: to seize Mu Xingqiu's body and refine the demon pill.

On the twenty-first day of his new practice, which was also the one hundred and forty-seventh day in the illusion, Mu Xingqiu decided to take the risk of condensing the elixir.

This kind of cultivation speed is by no means fast, it is far worse than Zuo Liuying. Lord Yishi is probably very dissatisfied with this, so he still didn't show up.

There is no night in the tree, and the solid flames illuminate this place forever like day. Mu Xingqiu can only roughly estimate the time. The red fruits that appear regularly are the most important criterion.

It was when he picked the latest red fruit that he decided to condense the elixir.

The fruit is getting bigger every time. This one is about the same size as a fist. It has thin skin and lots of flesh. It has no seed. It can quench both hunger and thirst. It is sour and sweet, just in line with Mu Xingqiu's taste.

The fruit grew on the golem, and every time it was picked off, it would leave a small spot. While eating the fruit, Mu Xingqiu looked at the golem, and suddenly discovered that the spots were not randomly distributed. He ate the fruit in several mouthfuls, climbed up on the golem, brushed off the brown roots, exposing all the spots left before, then jumped on the ground, stepped back more than ten steps, and walked around to observe.

No fruit grew during the first seven days of practicing again, so the demon statue had a total of fourteen spots, all on the right chest. It looked messy, but if you look carefully, you can vaguely see the strokes.

Mu Xingqiu looked at it several times from far and near, and finally recognized one word - Yin.

"Sound." Mu Xingqiu whispered to himself. The first thing he thought of was Yang Qingyin, and then the demonic sound he had seen before. He finally understood that the appearance of the red fruit was not for no reason. There was someone, or some power. , helping him.

Mu Xingqiu was greatly encouraged by this and decided to condense the elixir. Waiting any longer would be a waste of time. He had to possess the inner elixir before he could improve his illusion skills and free up time to think about the secret of creating reality from the imaginary.

Mu Xingqiu took some auxiliary elixirs and pondered them near the demon statue. There was no surprise, and he still determined the location of the elixirs in his lower dantian.

About five or six hours later, spiritual energy surged in the lower dantian, and Mu Xingqiu woke up from his thoughts automatically. He practiced the art of defying heaven. When condensing the elixir, he had to walk the Tiangang steps instead of sitting still.

Pill condensers usually fall into some kind of illusion in order to relieve the pain in their Dantian, but Mu Xingqiu used his third eye to eliminate the illusion from the beginning and actively endured the torture. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ c⃞ o⃞ m⃞ This is a method he came up with on his own. Although the pain was unbearable, it allowed him to concentrate and reduce the possibility of being taken advantage of by love.

He experienced great pain when he first condensed the pill. Years later, the pain has not diminished at all. Mu Xingqiu can still clearly picture Shen Zhun's ferocious face in his mind. He walked very slowly with the Tiangang footwork, and used both hands to perform bone-forging fists. The boxing techniques did not help to condense the pills, but could slightly reduce the pain in the lower dantian.

I don't know how much time had passed, but Mu Xingqiu heard a buzzing sound, which was extremely pleasant, like a bucket of hot and cold water soaking every pore in his body. He thought he was in an illusion again. After trying several times and failing to get rid of the sound, he finally confirmed that the sound was real.

Mu Xingqiu could tell that the sound belonged to pure Taoist magic, and was probably a secret sound from the sutra chanting department, but it was much more powerful than any sutra chanting he had heard before.

The buzzing sound greatly alleviated the cramping pain in Mu Xingqiu's lower Dantian, and at the same time had another effect - forcing out the hidden person.

Lord Yishi appeared in mid-air and fell to the ground with a plop. This was the illusion he had set up. He could do whatever he wanted, but the buzzing sound coming from the demon statue was too much for him to bear.

"Yu Qing Zhengyin, Yu Qing Zhengyin..." Lord Yishi recognized this voice and hated it. He is a demon clan. No matter how powerful he is, he is naturally disgusted with the secret sounds of the Taoism.

Ishi-kun yelled several times angrily, turned into a crow and flew into the air, escaping from the cracks in the flames.

The pill condensation is not affected by the illusion, and the real time is as long as it lasts, so Mu Xingqiu's pill condensation took more than ten hours in the illusion.

He succeeded, Qing Jie did not come out to cause trouble, and everything went well. However, when he heard Yi Shijun shouting the four words "Yu Qing Zhengyin", his heart moved and he thought of Yang Qingyin again, but he quickly got rid of it.

According to Mu Xingqiu's knowledge, the vast majority of Taoist priests do not enjoy this kind of treatment. According to Taoist custom, helping a person who is in love to condense elixirs is tantamount to raising a tiger.

Not long after Mu Xingqiu had condensed the elixir, Lord Yishi flew in. At this time, Yu Qingzhengyin had disappeared. He landed directly on the shoulder of the demon statue, poking here and there with the charred tree roots. He took out demon weapons from time to time to assist, in short, against the demon statue. Like a thorough inspection.

"Why does the golem grow fruit? And why can it produce jade-clear sounds? That's a Taoist magic." Lord Yishi was puzzled and didn't even look at Mu Xingqiu on the ground. He wanted to find out the answer himself.

"I think the most important thing now is to find a way to create reality from the imaginary, and create a real time of a hundred years or even longer." Mu Xingqiu said.

"Haha." Mr. Yishi stood on the shoulder of the demon and laughed, "The little insect that just learned to crawl wants to soar into the sky." Then his face turned cold, "I decide what is important and what is not important. If you want me to say, The most important thing is this demon statue. It is not simple. It contains secrets related to Taoism, the demon clan and the sacred tree. "

Mr. Yishi flew around the demon statue a few times, landed on the ground, and looked at Mu Xingqiu a few times, "You have already condensed the elixir. From now on, the demon statue and this land belong to me. You go to the corner to practice." , I won’t call you, don’t come and disturb me.”

Mu Xingqiu smiled, turned around and walked towards the edge.

"I know you are not convinced, but you have to endure it." Mr. Yi Shi was very dissatisfied with Mu Xingqiu's calm expression.

In the next more than a month, Mu Xingqiu continued to practice far away from the demon statue, either thinking about it or practicing boxing. He hardly took a moment to rest. His hunger still lingered, but the demon statue never grew. When the red fruit comes out, Mr. Yishi will occasionally go away and bring in some food when he thinks of it. If he doesn't think of Mu Xingqiu, he will go hungry.

After a series of close inspections, Mr. Yishi had to admit that the various powers of the golem were only effective on Mu Xingqiu, but he refused to admit failure. He waved Mu Xingqiu over this day and said seriously: "I Understood."

"Very good." Mu Xingqiu could see clearly that Mr. Yishi had been going crazy in the past two days.

"The golem only bears fruit for you, and only produces jade-clear sounds for you. This shows that the person who injects magic is definitely not a sacred tree."

"The sacred tree has no thoughts and will naturally not be biased." Mu Xingqiu also believed that the one who helped him would not be the sacred tree.

"Then only the Taoism and the Demon Clan are left. But the Demon Clan has no reason to help you, and it is impossible for the Demon Clan to produce a jade-clear sound, so there is only one possibility. The fruit and the sound were given to you by a Taoist priest, at least. A spiritual Taoist priest."

"I can't think of any Taoist priest who cares so much about my practice."

"Zuo Liuying cares, but he can't protect himself, it's impossible..." Mr. Yishi looked thoughtful, and continued after a moment: "No matter who is helping you, there are only two possibilities for the golem to cast spells. One is spells It has already been injected into it, and it will be cast when the time comes, but I checked carefully and found that there is no spell in the golem. There is another possibility that the spell is transmitted from outside, but this is unlikely..."

Yishi Jun stared at Mu Xingqiu, "If this is the case, something is wrong. I smell a conspiracy. Someone wants to rescue you, but they let me stay and wait to die."

"You know that's impossible." Mu Xingqiu said calmly.

"Impossible? Hey, Taoism is boundless. Who knows what tricks you are playing? What is the state of your inner alchemy now?"

"Inhale three times."

"Well, the speed of rebuilding the inner alchemy is indeed faster, but you haven't accepted the method of fundamental hiding, right?"

"Of course, I am the only Taoist priest here."

"In other words, your three fields are unstable now, especially Niwan Palace..." Mr. Yishi smiled evilly, "I'd better carry out the original plan, occupy your body, and then wait for the Taoist priest to rescue me."

Lord Yishi did as he was told, and the sky turned into a cloud of smoke and went straight to Mu Xingqiu's head.