Heavenly Master, I have a different world

On the deserted road, carriages passed slowly.

Taoist boy Qingfeng sat upright and waved the reins in his hands skillfully. The wheels pressed against the soft ground and made a subtle "squeaking" sound.

The sound of wheels and whips came and went.

This kind of calmness also quietly suppresses the restlessness in my heart.

"Taoist Master."

In the carriage, Fang Zheng was worried:

"Are you sure?"

"Don't worry." Zhang Mingrui picked up the long sword beside him and said:

"This time I specially requested a magic sword given by my master. It can kill even evil spirits. Besides, it's daytime now."

"In broad daylight, evil spirits dare not show their faces easily."

"Besides..."

His voice paused and he said:

"Master Wuyuan is still here."

Obviously.

He trusted Master Wu Yuan more than the magic sword in his hand.

"That's good."

Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. He was not afraid of the other party. What else did he have to fear as he could return to modern society at any time?

After thinking for a while, he asked the question in his mind:

"Taoist Priest, when I activated the Evil-Breaking Talisman last night, the method I shouted out does not seem to be the one you taught me at that time."

"Um."

Zhang Mingrui nodded:

"That is the pure Yang evil-proofing spell, which has something in common with the evil-breaking spell."

"If the spell is wrong, can it activate the Evil-Breaking Talisman?" Fang Zheng frowned. If this is all right, why bother learning the spell?

"In addition to being able to communicate with heaven and earth, spells and hand seals also have the most important function of calming the mind and allowing the soul to match the aura of the spell talisman." Zhang Mingrui said:

"Talent is the foundation for spellcasting."

"If you have magical power, you can cast spells without having to make a hand or chant a spell."

"Like me, low-level evil-destroying talismans can also omit the process of reciting the incantation. As long as the mind is focused, it will not be affected even if one or two words of the incantation are recited incorrectly."

"But spells are the foundation. If you want to build a tall building, you must first lay the foundation stone."

After a pause, he continued:

"High-level spells can trigger low-level spells, but errors are prone to occur, especially for beginners. Try to avoid shortcuts."

Fangzheng's brows relaxed.

He understood what the other party meant.

Mantras are used to lay the foundation. Learning more mantras will be beneficial in the future, and reciting mantras can stabilize your mind and prevent you from panicking when facing enemies.

When your cultivation level is high, you won’t need to recite incantations and cast spells.

"Taoist Master."

Doubts arose in his mind again, and Fang Zheng asked:

"What is this spell based on?"

You can't just think of a few words and turn them into a spell.

"This is a good question. I have been practicing Taoism for more than ten years before I realized this. Mr. Fang has an extraordinary Taoist heart." Zhang Mingrui looked surprised and praised him before saying:

"Spell, communicate internally and externally."

"Inside, it's the energy and thoughts of the soul in the body; outside, it's the breath of heaven and earth, the interaction of the sun and the moon. So every word in the spell has a meaning, and it's not just random."

"Like that god..."

Having said this, he shook his head:

"If the god is to invite a master of swordsmanship, there must be words describing outstanding swordsmanship in the spell. If a man of strength is to be invited, there must be words of great strength."

"And so on."

"Lei Fa must have meanings such as electricity, thunder, and fierceness."

"Low-level spells are usually not used to tell the world what to do, but to tell oneself what to do. Only when you believe it can your breath blend with the world."

Um?

Fang Zheng fell into deep thought.

After a long while Fang said:

"Hypnosis?"

"You can say that." Zhang Mingrui actually knew what hypnosis meant and nodded:

"Reciting the mantra is to give yourself a mental hint. The content of the mantra is only the appearance, and the inner meaning is the root."

"I've learned a lesson." Fang Zheng handed over his hand:

"Listening to what you have to say is better than ten years of reading!"

"I dare not." Zhang Mingrui shook his head:

"Master Fang has an extraordinary Taoist heart. If he can get the true message, he will probably achieve great achievements in the future."

Magic is different from martial arts. Martial arts is controlled by the physical body, and it is difficult to achieve success when you are older. However, in magic, some people can become real people when they are forty or fifty years old.

certainly,

Such examples are rare.

A strong spirit will make the spirit strong. Without a good body, the spirit will be weak and difficult to cultivate.

However, he had been practicing Dharma for more than ten years before he thought about the relationship between mantras, mudra, and visualization. Fang Zheng had not even started practicing formally, and his understanding was indeed remarkable.

Fang Zheng's head turned sharply.

Since he learned that there are magics in other worlds, he has also collected a lot of information related to them in modern society.

It’s different from here.

The Taoism in modern society requires asking the gods for instructions, and only after obtaining the gods' permission can one harness the power of thunder and wind and clouds for one's own use.

Things like "Thunder Lord helps me" and "Dragon King has an order".

This requires an identity.

Pardon!

Taoists need to have inheritance and be granted the title of 'Lingguan' by the Taoist temple, which is equivalent to the official position in the 'fairy world'. Then they can communicate with the gods and borrow power by holding the token.

Otherwise the gods will ignore you.

certainly.

He has never seen anyone really able to borrow divine power, and the so-called spells are all hearsay, none of which are true.

A different world.

Any spell that relies on the power of the gods is evil!

Such as the White Lotus Sect.

Once discovered, he will be killed without mercy, and even nine tribes will be executed.

The great power of the orthodox Taoist sect is attributed to itself, and the magic is driven by visualization diagrams, transportation methods, and magic handprints, achieving the ability to capture souls and protect ghosts.

"Hush!"

The breeze lifts the curtain:

"arrive!"

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The mountain road is rugged, steep and difficult to navigate.

The two walked side by side.

"Although the Talisman Technique cannot enhance one's cultivation and is not the orthodox inheritance of Chunyang Palace, it is still an innate method that directly points to the great road."

Perhaps the experience last night had brought the two closer together, or perhaps he was optimistic about Fang Zheng's talent for cultivation, so Zhang Mingrui rarely had a conversation:

"If you don't know the skill when drawing talismans, you will be able to make ghosts and gods laugh. If you know how to draw talismans, ghosts and gods will scream."

"The most advanced spiritual talisman has the power to command the heaven and earth. Hundreds of years ago, Zhang Ling, a generation of heavenly masters, spread the name of talisman to the world."

"A talisman consists of several parts such as a talisman head, a talisman gall, and a talisman foot. A talisman is equivalent to a person, with the same aura and continuous movement."

"The cinnabar is the skin and flesh of the talisman; the lines are the bones of the talisman; the aura of the person who draws the talisman is the five internal organs of the talisman; and the soul that enters the spiritual machine is the soul."

"When a talisman 'comes' to life, it means success."

"Huh?"

He paused and looked up.

Fang Zheng was listening with great interest, but the voice suddenly stopped. He couldn't help but follow Zhang Mingrui's gaze and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Roundness!"

Why is he here?

Wasn't he taken away by people from the Yamen?

On the stone steps.

Yuan Xing was in ragged clothes and fell to his knees.

Several monks stood in front of him. Master Wuyuan held a Zen staff and looked at the disciple who was kneeling on the ground and crying with a complex expression.

"Amitabha."

"Yuan Xing, do you know that you are wrong?"

"Disciple..." Yuan Xing kowtowed, his voice choked with sobs:

"Know your mistake."

"What's wrong?"

"My fault was that I couldn't restrain my desire, and my fault was that I was sorry for Miss Sun."

"Hey!" Master Wu Yuan shook his head slightly, obviously not satisfied with this answer. He lowered his head, his eyes filled with pity, and said slowly:

"Did you know that Miss Sun Diesun died last night?"

"ah!"

Wan Xing raised his head, his face was pale, and his eyes were even more frightened.

"She was taken advantage of by evil people and died with resentment in her heart." Master Wuyuan raised one hand and sighed:

"Even the newly formed fetus has turned into a fierce ghost, wandering in this troubled world of mortals, and will never be reincarnated."

"..." Yuan Xing's expression froze, and then he hit his head on the stone steps, making a "bang bang" sound, and his forehead was bloody and bloody in the blink of an eye:

"Master is compassionate, please save them!"

"I can't save them as a teacher." Wu Yuan shook his head:

"But I can save you. As long as you sincerely repent, completely forget Miss Sun, and sincerely convert to my Buddha, the court will have its own teacher to tell you."

"I hope I can save your life!"

"boom!"

"Bang bang!"

Wan Xing clenched his teeth and kept banging his head on the ground:

"Master is merciful. Please save them. It is not a pity for a disciple to die."

"evil creature!"

Master Wuyuan's face darkened, and he waved his long sleeves fiercely:

"Up to now, you are still fascinated by women and stubborn. If so, just kneel here and wait until you wake up."

Fang Zheng frowned and was about to step forward, but Zhang Mingrui reached out to hold him back and handed over two bamboo leaves-like things.

Tell him to wipe his eyebrows.

Fang was suspicious, and after taking it, he lightly drew it on his eyebrows.

The next moment.

His face turned pale and he took a step back suddenly.

But on Yuan Xing's back, there was a ferocious ghost lying on his back.