Grasping Evil

There are seven ancient pine trees in Mu Island, and the body of Mu Qi is the seventh pine.

Within the seventh pine, there are 70,000,000-year-old comprehension of wood, and those comprehensions are integrated into 72 Buddhist amulets. The last six comprehension is the essence of it, which was comprehended by Ning Fan and integrated into his own magic talisman. As a result, it is meaningless for Ning Fan to continue to stay in the seventh loose forbidden area.

After Mu Qi gave the advice, he hid back into the tree again. Ning Fan collected the essence of Jianmu and left the seventh forbidden area with everyone, all the way to the sixth forbidden area.

The sixth pine is also an ancient purple-skinned pine, and the pressure it exudes is heavier than the seventh pine. Within a hundred paces, the air seemed to freeze, there was no sound of wind, and it was terribly silent.

That kind of quietness is the dry meditation of ten years without saying a word, the silence of the Tao that the world will be silent if I don't say a word.

Ning Fan stared at the sixth pine, and thoughtfully, a group of people from Mudaomen walked to the sixth pine a hundred paces away and saluted the sixth pine. Zen Master Song Guo lowered his voice and dared not speak aloud. , told the sixth pine about what Ning Fan was going to come here to realize. Even Ning Fan's self-created ancestral talisman in the seventh pine was also told to the sixth pine tree spirit.

After a long time, a human face finally emerged on the trunk of the sixth pine. It is the tree spirit of the sixth pine, Mu Liu.

Mu Liu never said a word, but the expression on Ning Fan's gaze was a little moved and serious.

Afterwards, he opened his mouth and spat out dozens of cyan light balls and sent them to Ning Fan.

"It's the essence of Jianmu again!" Wu Laoba's eyes were fiery, but he didn't understand why this silent tree spirit gave his master so much essence of Jianmu as soon as they met. It must be too generous.

Seeing that Ning Fan was also puzzled, Chan Master Songguo explained to Ning Fan, "Uncle Six never speaks. What he meant was that he wanted to watch the scene where fellow Taoists created the magic talisman, just like Uncle Seven. Gain insights and break through the bottleneck. These building wood essences are the rewards paid by the sixth master, and will not let fellow Daoists contribute in vain."

"I see…"

Ning Fan nodded, took away all the blue light balls in front of him, and said to Mu Liudao, "Please show the Buddha Talisman."

This time. He didn't walk into the 100-step distance of the sixth pine, and if he wanted to understand the pine way, he didn't have to go under the tree, and he could understand directly from the tree spirit's talisman, which would undoubtedly be faster.

That Mu Liu still didn't say a word, but after Ning Fan made a request, he opened his mouth and spat out a blue light.

Blue light soared into the sky, in mid-air. A stroke of a brush gradually presents a Buddha amulet with an ancient pine pattern.

There are a total of 74 strokes in Mu Liu's talismans, which are much more mysterious than Mu Qi's talismans. Especially weird. As soon as this talisman appeared, the whole world was dead silent, as if all sound was lost in a split second.

"The way of wood understood by the sixth tree spirit. The foundation is also loose, and what he understands is the silent meaning of loose..."

Ning Fan stood a hundred paces away with his hands behind his back. Slowly closing his eyes, in his mind, he kept repeating every stroke of the Buddhist amulet that Mu Liu drew.

His heart gradually merged with the Taoist thoughts of the Sixth Loose Forbidden Land, and the intricate 74 Buddhist amulets became clear and clear at a glance.

"This Buddha Talisman has a total of 74 strokes. Like Mu Liu's Buddha Talisman, it is based on 66 strokes, and there are 8 strokes that contain the feeling of wood..."

Ning Fan raised the index finger of his right hand, pointed at the magic glow, and imaginatively drew the pattern of the magic talisman in front of him.

The ancestral talismans painted in 158 are presented in front of everyone, especially the last six strokes of this talisman, which give Wu Laoba, Zen Master Songguo and other monks a very mysterious feeling, just as these six strokes include a few. The endless avenues of wood are too mysterious and obscure. So much so that they want to imitate, and try to trace the track by themselves, but they find that it is impossible to do so...

For this reason, just watching these few strokes, everyone has more or less their own understanding of wood. Although the understanding is not much, it also makes everyone feel happy.

Especially Wu Laoba, he has an almost paranoid obsession with the way of wood. There are thousands of ways in the world, but for some reason, he only loves this way.

From the scene of Ning Fan comprehending the talisman, he can get his own sense of wood, how could Wu Laoba not be happy, he was originally resigned to surrendering to Ning Fan, and now he feels that it is a very wise decision to be a slave to Ning Fan!

"The peaches and plums don't speak, and they form their own trails. The pines and cypresses don't speak, and the eternal green is evergreen. The sage has not spoken for three years, and the whole world is silent and silent; one word, the world is shocked. This sixth tree of spiritual practice seems to be the closed mantra of Buddhism. This person has learned from the pine winds of Wanhe, the wonderful method of keeping one's mouth closed, and the silence of the pine can silence the voice of all things. Therefore, since the meeting, this person has not said a word, and within a hundred steps of this place, it is even more so. Not even the sound of the wind..."

"On the basis of cultivation, this person is much better than me, and he is already in the realm of the Immortal King. But in my opinion, this person's silence of pine has not yet reached the highest realm, and it seems that he has gone the wrong way..."

"If I practice the closed-mouth meditation, I will divide it into four states: one is fear but not speaking, which is daring; one is pain but not speaking, which is unwilling; one is laughing and not speaking, This is not necessary; the last one is that there is no sorrow or joy, no heart or thoughts, and one has forgotten what to say.

"This man didn't say anything, but his heart couldn't calm down. When he saw me, he was obviously excited, but he didn't dare to speak, and he forced himself to remain silent. Even when he closed his mouth, he was considered inferior. This man is timid, His Babimu's perception was also stained with a hint of cowardice. The real silence is not the mouth, but the heart. I can take away his perception, but this cowardice is impossible. Agree, there must be some modifications before it can be integrated into my magic talisman..."

The 159th painting, the 160th painting, the 161st painting... Each stroke increases extremely slowly. Time passed little by little, and the day passed quietly.

The number of strokes of Ning Fan's magic talisman has finally increased to 166 strokes, integrating Mu Liu's tens of millions of years of insights into the magic talisman!

The power of the wooden way contained in the magic talisman has improved a lot!

The simple eight strokes contain an unimaginable understanding of the way of wood, which makes Wu Laoba and a group of Mudaomen more or less comprehend from it. Some people think hard, some frown, and their expressions are different.

Mu Liu had an expression of awakened consciousness, as if he had been drank in the head, and had a clear understanding.

It is so, it is so!

The reason why he was stuck on the bottleneck was that he could not make the cultivation base continue to improve. It's because I went the wrong way...

The eight strokes that Ning Fan incorporated into the magic talisman seemed similar to the eight strokes in his Buddhist talisman, but they were actually different.

Those eight strokes not only went against his Buddha's will, but also integrated into the magical thoughts. More importantly, the eight strokes of Ning Fan's magic talisman were not timid...

Cultivation of truth is a matter of going against the sky, and Buddhist cultivation can be obedient and endure the suffering of the world. But in my heart, there should be no fear...

"Mu Fei Mu, Jing Fei Jing, if you close your mouth, you open your mouth, but when you speak, you don't make a sound... Over the years, I have insisted on not saying a word, and it's a bit awkward... Little friend, thank you!"

Mu Liu sighed again and again and thanked Ning Fan. Back into the ancient pine. Everyone in Mudaomen was shocked. The sixth master, who had not spoken for tens of thousands of years, actually started to speak!

"Let's go to Fifth Pine."

After realizing this thing, Ning Fan followed the crowd to the Fifth Loose Forbidden Land.

Above the fifth pine. Filled with extremely strong fighting spirit, Song Guo and the others revealed their intentions to Fifth Pine, and a human face appeared on the fifth Pine. He frowned and stared at Ning Fan in the crowd.

"Old Master Mu Wu, what's your name!" Mu Wu said very loudly. The sound was even more roaring, like thunder.

"Next to Ning Fan." Even Wu Laoba, Song Guo and the others were shocked by Mu Wu's voice and their eardrums hurt, but Ning Fan did not change his face.

"I heard from the nephew Songguo that my sixth and seventh brothers have benefited a lot from you. This old man is very interested in your own creation of the ancestral talisman, but the old man's Buddha talisman is very powerful, you can bear it. live!"

"Senior please show the Buddha Talisman!"

"as you wish!"

Mu Wu suddenly screamed, and an unimaginable and majestic fighting intent shook the sky and the earth, turning the sky and the earth into a blue.

In the azure light, there is an ancient pine Buddha talisman, which is formed with a single stroke. The number of strokes of the Buddha talisman continues to increase, and the pressure generated is also getting heavier and heavier.

When the Buddha Talisman reached the twenty-fourth stroke, the cultivators here were unable to stand still.

When the number of Buddhist talismans increased to forty-eight strokes, Wu Laoba, Song Guo and others also changed their expressions, and some could not bear the fighting spirit in the talisman.

The number of Buddha Talismans increased all the way to seventy-six strokes, and the entire wooden island was submerged under Mu Wu's mad fighting intent.

It was Wu Laoba, who had a shuddering feeling in the face of this Mu Wu, but in front of Mu Wu, he was timid before fighting.

Mu Wu didn't even look at everyone. Unlike everyone who was shocked by his momentum, Ning Fan was always like a straight green pine, standing proudly, and was not affected by Zhou Tian's fighting intent.

This made Mu Wu look at Ning Fan a little higher, and laughed loudly.

"Happy, happy! Even the immortal king of the Three Tribulations is easy to be timid in front of the old man, but you are not afraid of the suppression of the old man's will, so, the old man will not let go! Let us fight happily! "

In his excitement, Mu Wu forgot his original intention, to show Ning Fan the talisman, so as to watch the scene of Ning Fan's self-created magic talisman.

At this moment, he just wanted to have a good fight with Ning Fan, but after listening to his thunderous roar, the roar suddenly formed a supernatural power, like a real cyan will, and immediately attacked Ning Fan, like a landslide, like a The sky is falling, the momentum is earth-shattering.

"It turns out that the fifth tree spirit is a fighting maniac..."

Ning Fan was slightly speechless, he came here to understand, okay, this Mu Wu actually shot him directly...

He could naturally see that Mu Wu was not serious, and he didn't have any malicious intentions, but he was just happy to see his heart and wanted to learn from him.

Cyan's will from the sky, overwhelmed the group of cultivators here, but Ning Fan was unmoved.

He slowly raised his hand, pressed his five fingers, and the blue will that fell from the sky was torn apart by him, and then collapsed in the sound of clicking.

Ning Fan has become a battle of yin and yang, and he is not afraid of a confrontation at the level of will!

"Good boy, actually tore open the will of the old man, come on, let's fight again!"

Mu Wu was so excited that he wanted to fight Ning Fan again, but Ning Fan shook his head slightly.

It was just a mediocre finger. Others couldn't see the mystery of this finger at all, but as soon as the finger fell, Mu Wu's old face, eager to fight, suddenly turned into shock.

This volley finger, actually easily sealed the flow of will in his body, so that his originally restless fighting spirit, immediately like pouring cold water, calmed down!

Can't break free! Can't get out of this blockade! This... is actually the suppression of the palm level!

"This son actually possesses the Dao of the Palm at the will level!"

Mu Wu's expression changed greatly.

Looking at the entire Eastern Heaven, there are only four people in the palm of the Great Emperor who can cultivate the palm of the void. There are not many immortal emperors who can comprehend a little bit of the rules of the palm.

This son is only immortal, and can actually understand the application of the Dao of the palm. And use the power of the palm to seal the flow of will in his body...

"Cultivation of truth is too much. Your Excellency is addicted to war, but it's a bit too much..."

Ning Fan's inadvertent words were like a slap in the face, causing Mu Wu's expression to be shocked, and then he was at a loss for a moment.

Too late, too late...

What he cultivated was originally loose and unyielding will, but he didn't know when to start. He actually transformed that unyielding meaning into the meaning of mad war...

Sure enough, this road is still going the wrong way... If others say that Mu Wu is going the wrong way, Mu Wu will also contradict two words, but these words are said from Ning Fan's mouth, and the meaning is different.

Ning Fan was able to cultivate the principles of the palm position at the level of will, and his understanding of the will is naturally higher than his own, his words. Can't wait for it!

"Dare to ask my friend, if I choose this path again, how should I go on?"

Mu Wuyi changed his previous warlike expression. asked politely.

All the people from Mudaomen dropped their jaws in shock. These five uncles were never polite to anyone, even when facing their master, Daoist Musong, they often put on the appearance of a heavenly king. Unexpected. Uncle No. 5 will also be polite to others...

Ning Fan did not directly answer Mu Wu's question, but closed his eyes and kept it in his mind. The 76 strokes of Mu Wu's Buddhist amulet are drawn over and over again.

Among the 76 strokes, there are only 10 strokes that contain Muzhi's sentiments. What Mu Wu realized was Song's unyielding will...

Ning Fan stopped for a day and never answered Mu Wu's question.

A day passed, Ning Fan finally opened his eyes, raised his hand, and drew his magic talisman with a single stroke.

His magic talisman has been increased to 166 strokes, and after incorporating Mu Wu's understanding of wood, he raised his hand and drew the 167th stroke.

Then, the 168th, the 169th, the 170th...

Mu Wu only had ten strokes of his understanding of wood, but this time, Ning Fan expanded his ten strokes to twelve strokes based on his own understanding of will.

His magic talismans eventually increased to 178. The more strokes he painted, the more sharp and restrained the ancient pine patterns he painted.

"You, do you understand..." Ning Fan then said, he has already responded to Mu Wu's question with action.

Mu Wu showed a look of hard thinking, vaguely feeling that he had grasped the key, but he was still a little dazed. After a long time, he smiled wryly and shook his head at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan didn't say a word, walked to the side of an ordinary pine tree, used his fingers like a sword, chopped down the pine tree, pointed at the pine tree's annual rings, and asked, "Now, do you understand..."

Looking at the growth rings on the cross section of the pine tree, Mu Wuzhi felt a bang in his mind, and he suddenly realized what he had been confused by in the past.

Mu Wu let out a long sigh and thanked Ning Fan with a serious expression, "Thank you for your advice!"

The path that Ning Fan showed him was to be restrained...

The will that Mu Wu sees is like the pattern on the bark of the pine tree, but the will that Ning Fan sees is the growth rings at the heart of the tree...

The cultivation of the will should not be exposed, but should be like the rings of a pine tree, hidden in the heart, and growing in circles from the inside out.

Verbal thanks are not enough to express Mu Wu's gratitude. Of course, he also gave the essence of Jianmu to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan accepted the essence, bid farewell to Mu Wu, and came to the Fourth Loose Forbidden Land with everyone.

After knowing the purpose of his visit, the fourth pine tree spirit wood four appeared and showed his Buddha amulet in front of Ning Fan.

Different from the Buddha amulet of the previous three tree spirits, the Buddha amulet of Mu Si also has a pine pattern, but under the pine tree, there is also an innocent female doll...

"My talisman is not the strongest on Mu Island, but it is different from other people's talismans..." Mu Si's eyes were cold and ruthless. The moment this talisman appeared, the entire wooden road of the wooden island, the track was unexpectedly different. shifted slightly.

Ning Fan's expression immediately condensed, and Mu Si's Buddhist talisman actually contained a trace of the power of a wooden palm!

"This old man's thousands of years of understanding of wood can be summed up in one sentence, that is... grass and trees are ruthless..." (To be continued..)

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