Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"Can the power of Yin Shen manifest into a dojo?"

Wang Ba couldn't help but have such thoughts in his heart.

If this is possible, then as long as there are enough believers and enough incense power, a dojo can be created that can accommodate the cultivators of the Transformation of Gods and even the cultivators of Void Refining.

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate at all, and his consciousness quickly withdrew from Yin Shen's body.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already on the top of a mountain shrouded in lush greenery.

He raised his eyes slightly and saw that the original crack in the sky had only a shallow mark left, and nodded slightly.

After the downgrade of heaven and earth, he could clearly feel that the entire Kokura realm was shrinking.

While shrinking, Ogura Kai is also constantly healing some minor cracks spontaneously.

But it is only limited to fine cracks. Those slightly larger cracks, if there is no human intervention, it will take a long time to heal.

"The sect master has taught the method of joining the wall to the Changsheng Sect and Youxian Temple. There should be no need for me to take action in Dayan and Xihai Kingdom... I don't know what the small countries in the South China Sea are like now..."

Wang Hao thought for a moment, then put away the distracting thoughts in his mind and considered the astonishing idea he just had.

"Dojo, the Taoist realm is forged by the Tao realm. The Tao realm requires the condensation of the Tao machine, and the Tao machine is the collection of the Tao intention... In other words, as long as I condense the Tao intention, it is possible to complete the construction of the dojo. This is a The process of two, two and three.”

"The meaning of Tao..."

Wang Hao frowned slightly.

The meaning of Tao is the true meaning of practice.

All practitioners have it, but they don’t realize it themselves.

It is often extremely difficult to realize one's own Taoism.

Once self-enlightenment is achieved, it is often the beginning of enlightenment, the perfection of the Nascent Soul, and the beginning of becoming a god.

Generally speaking, Taoism is intangible and has no quality. It can be perceived to a certain extent, but cannot be touched.

When he was promoted to Nascent Soul, he gained a lot of new and profound understandings of the Five Elements. Coupled with the accumulation over the past many years, although he was only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, he had initially come into contact with the level of Taoism.

This is also an important stage that is different from ordinary Nascent Soul.

The only trouble is that his understanding is now low and it is difficult to turn Taoism into reality.

"That's right, I also confiscated a lot of Taoism in Sen Country before..."

Wang Hao suddenly remembered, and immediately took out a special octagonal box made of black amber wood from the storage artifact.

The box was heavy, and Xin Zhao or someone else had left a sealing spell on it.

As he gently touched the box, he couldn't help but think of his master Yao Wubai's instructions when he captured it.

'You can refer to those collected Taoist ideas, but it is best not to completely integrate them into your understanding. These things come from complex sources and progress quickly in a short period of time, but they will affect the future...'

"Master..."

He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the sky.

There, there was a fragment with a faint remnant of the divine pattern remaining, silent and flickering under the skylight.

Sighed.

He immediately regained his composure and looked at the octagonal box in his hand.

In the past, it would have been difficult for Wang Yan to open it due to lack of cultivation. Now, the lines of the talisman were reflected in his eyes, and then quickly simplified into a divine pattern. He then swept his sleeves, and the black octagonal box was opened.

Wisps of turbid aura quickly overflowed from the octagonal box, but immediately triggered the restriction in the octagonal box. When the light shone, these turbid auras were blocked back again.

Wang Ba's spiritual consciousness swept through these Taoist ideas.

The moment his consciousness came into contact with these Dao thoughts, he seemed to have touched completely different realms.

There are the feminine and treacherous elements of fire, the strong and fierce elements of water, and even the elements of earth. Some Taoist ideas are full of viciousness, and some are majestic...

Bizarre.

The same rice feeds all kinds of people.

The same soil can produce countless different flowers.

The same is true for Taoism.

Personal character, experience, insights, opportunities, skills, etc., will all create different Taoist meanings.

The degree of understanding of cultivation and the level of one's own cultivation also determine the quality of these Taoist ideas.

"These Taoist ideas...are mixed but not refined."

Wang Yan couldn't help but frown.

Compared with the Taoism that he had had close contact with once before, most of these Taoisms were turbid, shallow and weak.

If Taoism is like a big lake, then these Taoisms in front of you can at best be regarded as a puddle of water under your feet after the rain. The two are completely incomparable.

"It should be extracted from those missing casual cultivators."

Wang Hao soon had a guess in his mind.

But it’s not a bad thing. The more superficial and simple Taoism is, the easier it is to reproduce it with the power of Yin Shen.

He immediately selected a ray of fire law and tried to imitate it with the power of Yin Shen.

The next moment, a Taoist intention that was almost exactly the same as the fire method Taoist intention in the octagonal box quickly rose up in his hand.

Wang Ba's expression did not change.

This step is just a forcible fabrication with the power of the Yin God.

Although if you probe into it with your spiritual consciousness, you will also feel the darkness of the fire method.

But in essence, this is not much different from illusion.

The real trouble lies in the last step, condensing these fakes into real ones!

The power of the Yinshen in the center of his eyebrows immediately rushed towards the wisp of fire magic in his hand.

However, just a moment later, Wang Hao stopped investing the power of Yinshen with a gloomy expression.

"That's not right. I've invested so much, but there's no sign of it turning into reality... Is it because I haven't invested enough, or is it that Yin Shen can't really turn Taoism into reality?"

If it's the former, it's okay, but if it's the latter, it just means that Yin Shen's training of fakes into reality also has its limitations.

"But I always feel that the way I use it is not right."

Wang Ba couldn't help but frowned, and after thinking for a while, another thought suddenly came to his mind:

"The hybrid white tiger... it is only the fourth-level best, but it was able to fight against the third-level evil god before. Is there a solution for it?"

"By the way, there is also the Fan Ming, but it's a pity that it ran away that time in Beihai Continent."

Wang Haowei felt a little regretful.

If there is one more explanation that can be studied, maybe we can get more clues.

After thinking for a moment, he put his thoughts away with some disappointment.

Whether it is possible to build a dojo, or to obtain a large amount of Hunyuan Mother Qi to help restore Ogura Kai's status, these two are bound to be long and extremely expensive projects, and they cannot be done overnight. good.

He had long been prepared to fight a protracted war... and also prepared to never win.

Human power, after all, still seems small in front of heaven and earth.

Even the ancestor of Huangjizhou who tore apart the Kokura Realm eventually died under the backlash of heaven and earth.

The only thing he can rely on now is his almost endless longevity.

"However, we can give the white tiger to my uncle for study first."

He rummaged through the stored instruments for a while, but found no Confucian and Taoist practice methods among the exercise books given by Chi Jian, which made him slightly regretful.

"Forget it, let's go back to the sect first."

Thinking of this, Wang Ba glanced at the cracks in the sky again, nodded slightly, and then flew straight in the direction of Wanxiang Sect.

Now that the Kokura Realm's earth veins are shrinking, the originally extremely long distance has suddenly shrunk a lot, and there is still a tendency to shrink.

Fortunately, some important areas were protected by the formations set up by the monks and were not greatly affected.

For example, in the Jin Dynasty, although the overall situation has also shrunk a lot, the scope of Wanxiang Sect's jurisdiction is only affected by the areas not protected by the formation.

But not long after he flew, a ray of consciousness left on Yin Shen's body reminded him again.

"What's going on over there in the Kingdom of All Gods?"

Wang Haowei was a little confused, but he immediately found a hidden place to stay, and then his mind quickly sank into the statue between the eyebrows.

…

"Chongwen City has been destroyed?"

Yin God Temple.

Wang Hao was slightly surprised when he heard the news.

Chongwen City was the first Huangjizhou city he encountered while possessing the Xianghuo Dao monk.

To be precise, this is an important town under the rule of the Daqian Dynasty, located in the southwest corner of Daqian and along the coast of the West Sea.

There have been many Incense Taoist monks before, but they have never been able to get any favors from them.

In addition to being killed by the great scholar, he was also shot into a hedgehog by the special machine crossbows on the city.

below.

Sha Hui, the great elder of Yinshenmai, knelt on the ground and replied respectfully:

"Yes, not long ago, the Well God, the River God and the Rain God joined forces to change the course of the upstream river and cause heavy rain to roll down. The Well God secretly blocked the water outlet, causing Chongwen City to be flooded by floods. They are all ordinary soldiers and Confucian scholars guarding the gate. The strange thing is that there are no monks here, so we can win without fighting."

Wang Hao felt slightly cold in his heart.

The words "win without fighting" sounds simple, but I'm afraid that Chongwen City is already full of corpses.

Looking at Sha Hui below, whose tone was calm, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of disgust in his heart.

Needless to say, after practicing for a long time, it is obviously difficult for monks to regard mortals as their equals.

This is the natural difference between lifespan and ability.

Even Wang Ba is not exempt from vulgarity.

But at least he still knows that he is a mortal, and it is nothing more than some rare opportunities for ordinary people and his own patience and planning over the years that have made him what he is today, so he always maintains awe of the mortal group.

This is not to be pretentious or to whitewash oneself, but to be a natural introspection after a person reaches a certain height and sees a broader world.

However, these things are rare in these Incense Path monks, or they do not exist at all.

But this is not something he can control, at least not right now.

He could only walk out of the temple as calmly as possible.

Look far and wide.

In the city closest to here, the high walls could hardly be seen, and only golden dragon flags could be vaguely seen, gradually falling into the turbid flood.

And as a Yin God, he could hardly hear any living voices in that city at this moment.

"Yin Shen!"

At this moment, a slightly familiar voice suddenly came.

Wang Ba narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his head to look at the source of the sound - an evil god with a jackal's head.

The wolf's kiss was split open facing him, revealing the blood-red teeth between the sharp teeth and black lips.

He looked away expressionlessly.

However, the other party didn't seem ready to give up, and said with a smile from a distance:

"Is the Yin God still angry with us? It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

"The Yin Shen has just revived, so he probably hasn't been to Huangji Continent yet. Wouldn't it be nice for us to join our arms and travel together?"

Wang Bao looked at the jackal-headed god with a suspicious expression.

But in his heart, he calmly and quickly thought about it.

"What does this jackal-headed god mean? Revenge? Or is he showing favor to me?"

"But... we can also go and see what are the differences between Huangji Continent and Feng Linzhou, and what's so powerful about the Dragon Transformation Pond. It would be better if we could get the cultivation methods of Confucian scholars."

He quickly made a decision in his mind.

The Kingdom of the Gods has Huangji Continent as a place to accumulate strength. Once it successfully stabilizes the situation and develops and grows with peace of mind, it will inevitably be a disaster for all living beings in the entire Dajin and even the Xiaocang Realm.

Therefore, his biggest task at the moment is to slow down or prevent the evil gods of the Kingdom of Gods from becoming stronger as much as possible.

This must be a difficult thing, but the emergence of the Dragon Transformation Pond may be an important opportunity.

It was just that the character of Yin Shen needed to be maintained, so he snorted coldly and said scornfully:

"You are no more than a first- or third-class little god, a bidder who sells your leader. How can you be able to swim with me?"

"Shu, Shu... Yin God, although you are the first god born by the Mother Goddess, but you have not experienced the world for so many years, do you really think that this world is still the same as before? You should know that even if you are the Mother Goddess They also suffered a catastrophe from the monks not long ago, their divine bodies were destroyed, and their many years of hard work were ruined."

The jackal-headed god looked ugly, but thinking of the Mother Goddess' favor and trust in the Yin God, he suppressed the irritability and anger in his heart and spoke in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan's face showed a hint of hesitation.

The jackal-headed god had keen eyesight, so he naturally saw everything. He was overjoyed and hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, walked closer to him, and apologized a few more times.

Soon, the two gods settled their differences by catering to their respective wishes.

"Let's go together. There are still many people alive in Chongwen City. Let's see if we can pick up the slack!"

The jackal-headed god laughed and said.

Then came the bag god, the paper god, and even a pot stove god.

Several gods laughed and flew to Chongwen City together.

It is different from the last time when it was possessed by pure consciousness.

This time, Wang Ba's Yin Shen body could clearly feel the suppression of him from the pool above.

"This pond is quite unkind to us!"

The God of Kitchen God looked at the pool in the sky with a fierce look on his face.

"Hey, this Huangjizhou ancestor is afraid that he will blame us for his death!"

The jackal-headed god sneered.

Several gods soon landed in the sky above Chongwen City.

However, the gods such as the Well God and the River God were not seen.

"It should be time to capture the next city."

The jackal-headed god touched his chin and said.

Wang Ba didn't care so much, he raised his sleeves and swept away.

In the city below, the river quickly overflowed.

Soon, incense monks flew forward and grabbed the Confucian scholars who had completely lost consciousness.

These Confucian scholars, who could easily overwhelm the Xianghuo Dao monks before, are now extremely weak and no different from ordinary people, which really makes Wang Yan feel strange.

Some monks took down the arrows and crossbows on the city top and presented them to the Jackal God and others.

The jackal-headed god and others looked up and down at the crossbows, mechas and the talisman patterns engraved on them, but they couldn't understand anything.

Wang Yan is much simpler.

Let the incense Tao monks wake up these Confucian scholars, and then use the power of Yin to invade their consciousness when their consciousness is dim and blurred.

Soon, Wang Hao withdrew the power of Yinshen with a calm expression.

However, waves of waves arose in my heart:

"In this Hualong Pond, the Daqian Royal Family has swept across Huangji Continent and accumulated many years of inheritance and treasure trove."

"No wonder the local monks are not here. They have all gone to fight for the treasures and inheritance in Hualong Pond. How can they care about this?"

"But what I didn't expect was that the practice of Confucianism and Taoism would be so weird." (End of Chapter)