Modern Immortality: My Gain Takes Effect A Hundred Times

Zhao Wumian looked carefully and saw that it turned out to be a huge crow. This crow had a very wide wingspan and flew among the mountains and forests, like clouds hanging from the sky.

Zhao Wumian knew that this was a noble and mysterious creature, with its dark feathers and incomparable spirituality. If it were not in the secret realm of Xuandu Temple, it would definitely be famous in the world.

This black crow is huge, comparable to a large armed helicopter.

Its feathers are a deep black. This black is like the abyss at night, so deep that it seems that even light can be swallowed up. However, in this deep black, there is a metallic luster, like lightning in the dark, which is both mysterious and beautiful.

Its head has a pair of piercing black eyes, like two shining gems, full of wisdom and insight.

Its eyes are sharp and deep, as if it can see through all hypocrisy and truth, making people unable to resist its deep gaze.

The beak of the ink crow is curved and sharp, like a miniature scimitar.

Although not huge, each peck is delivered with great power and accuracy, making it an excellent performer whether it is for grabbing food or for self-defense.

The claws of the black crow spirit beast are also strong and powerful, and the claws are as sharp as knives.

Its wings are wide and powerful, helping it travel long distances in a short time.

When flying, their feathers absorb sunlight and moonlight, shimmering like stars in the night sky, beautiful and mysterious.

Previously in the forest near Ziwu Road, Zhao Wumian encountered a crow that moved his heart.

How could I bear to see such a handsome Mo Crow now? Besides, this black crow looked like it was raised by a former member of the Mo family.

After all, Kongtian Daoist has hands and eyes that can reach the sky, and he naturally knows everything about what is in his secret realm.

It was probably because of Zhao Wumian's successful breakthrough earlier and the flow of Mo Yun that made Mo Ya aware of the aura of the Mo family's disciples, and then hovered here. 25 Zhao Wumian loved the ink crow in his heart, so he decided to take advantage of the opportunity of its hovering here to get close to it. He stepped towards Mo Crow, not a trace of fear in his heart [but full of expectation.

When Zhao Wumian approached, Mo Crow's eyes showed a kind of vigilance, but he did not fly away. Zhao Wumian knew that this was because it noticed his Mohist aura, and he increasingly felt that the origin of this black crow must be extraordinary.

He slowly approached the ink crow, stretched out his hand and tried to stroke its feathers. Mo Crow's eyes were fixed on his outstretched hand, as if assessing his intentions. Zhao Wumian's breathing became gentle, he didn't want to disturb this noble creature.

Just when Zhao Wumian was about to touch Mo Crow's feathers, suddenly, Mo Crow's figure flashed and disappeared. Zhao Wumian was stunned. He didn't expect the ink crow to fly away so suddenly. However, he saw the ink crow hovering in the air several times before falling back to its original position.

Zhao Wumian breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Mo Ya had not left, but chose to keep his distance when he showed his goodwill.

Zhao Wumian rubbed his chin, and after thinking for a while, he decided to continue running the sutra and let the black crow approach him.

Zhao Wumian sat down cross-legged and began to run the Mo Jing silently. He believed that Mo Ya could sense his sincerity and goodwill and would take the initiative to approach him.

Time passed by minute by second, Zhao Wumian concentrated on running the sutra, feeling the surrounding atmosphere and Mo Crow's gaze. His heart gradually became peaceful and clear, as if he had merged into the world.

Just when Zhao Wumian was about to lose his patience, Mo Ya suddenly moved. It spread its wide wings and flew towards Zhao Wumian. Zhao Wumian felt happy, knowing that his efforts were not in vain.

The ink crow circled above Zhao Wumian's head several times, and then landed gently on the open space in front of Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian felt a breeze blowing by, and his heart was filled with joy and gratitude.

He knew that he had successfully established a connection with Mo Ya and laid a solid foundation for practicing Mo Jing in the future.

Mo Ya looked at Zhao Wumian, who was unfamiliar but had a familiar aura in front of him, with a look of reminiscence and curiosity.

The call of the ink crow echoed in the mountains and forests, as if it was telling something. Zhao Wumian's heart moved and he tried to communicate with Mo Ya. He used his own heart to feel Mo Ya's heart, and at the same time silently read Mo Ya's scriptures, conveying his goodwill and sincerity to Mo Ya.

Mo Crow seemed to sense Zhao Wumian's friendliness. It slowly approached Zhao Wumian, lowered its head and rubbed him gently. Zhao Wumian felt warm in his heart, knowing that Mo Ya had accepted him.

The encounter between Zhao Wumian and Black Crow seems to be destined. This ancient Mohist spiritual beast was once the companion of Mohist disciples day and night, but now there are only empty nests and mottled traces left. Zhao Wumian felt the warmth and closeness of the Mo Crow as he approached, and he reached out his hand to gently stroke the feathers.

At this moment, there seems to be a tacit understanding between humans and birds. Zhao Wumian's heart was filled with joy and gratitude. He knew that this Mo Crow would become an important partner in his practice of Mo Jing.

Mo Crow lowered his head and rubbed Zhao Wumian's hand. Its eyes were filled with curiosity and reminiscence, as if it was telling something. Zhao Wumian's heart moved. He tried to use his own heart to feel Mo Ya's heart. At the same time, he silently read the Mo Sutra and conveyed his goodwill and sincerity to Mo Ya.

As time goes by, the connection between Zhao Wumian and Mo Crow becomes closer and closer. He began to understand that the origin of this black crow was extraordinary. It was once a spiritual beast raised by the Mo family, so it was able to sense the aura of his family.

However, after Yan Changfeng left, the Mo family also withered, and Mo Ya could only stay in this mountain forest and wait hard.

"I'm sorry for you, little one. I'll be with you from now on."

Zhao Wumian groped for Mo Crow's head. Even though Black Crow's body was comparable to a heavy-duty helicopter, in Zhao Wumian's eyes, he was just a poor child.

In the early morning in the mountain forest, the sunlight shines through the dense leaves and shines on Zhao Wumian and Mo Ya, making them appear peaceful and harmonious.

The story of Zhao Wumian and Mo Ya has just begun.

The sunlight shines through the leaves into the mountain forest, adding a touch of golden color to this peaceful mountain forest. Zhao Wumian is sitting on a big rock, next to his new friend Mo Xiang

The feathers of the ink crow sparkled in the sun, and its broad wings occasionally waved gently, bringing up a breeze. Zhao Wumian looked at Mo Crow quietly, his heart full of curiosity and joy. He could already feel Mo Ya's heart, which was a kind of deep remembrance and endless waiting.

What are you waiting for? Waiting for someone who can accept it and accompany it?

Zhao Wumian gently stroked Mo Crow's feathers, feeling a strong desire for protection in his heart. He decided that he would take care of the ink crow and become its partner.

In the days that followed, Zhao Wumian and Mo Crow were inseparable. They flew among the mountains and forests, feeling the speed of the wind and the temperature of the sun. They look for food together and explore the unknown world together.

The power of Mo Crow opened Zhao Wumian's eyes. Those heavy prey can fly up as soon as the ink crow catches them. As for those ferocious beasts, as long as the crow spreads its wings, they will be frightened and flee.

"You are really great." Zhao Wumian couldn't help but said to Mo Ya.

Mo Crow seemed to understand Zhao Wumian's praise. It widened its eyes and puffed up its chest proudly.

Mo Ya nuzzled Zhao Wumian, the look of admiration in his eyes showing.

Then Mo Ya was going to take Zhao Wumian to a cave where the Mohist giant often stayed.

The Black Crow's nest is in that cave, and that's where it has been guarding all these years.

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly, and he could feel Mo Ya's sincerity and kindness. He also wanted to see the legendary Mohist giant's cave, and maybe there would be some new discoveries and insights.

The black crow spread its wide wings and flew deep into the forest. Zhao Wumian followed Mo Ya closely, knowing that this would be an adventure full of unknowns and challenges.

The trees in the mountain forest are lush and green, and the sunlight shines through the leaves on the ground, forming patches of mottled light and shadow. Zhao Wumian felt the surrounding atmosphere and Mo Crow's gaze, and concentrated on running the Mo Sutra to integrate himself with the mountain forest.

Zhao Wumian scanned for a week and found no trace of the cave, not even the slightest building. He couldn't help but look at Mo Crow in confusion.

The ink crow shook its head disdainfully, then cried and circled back and forth on a giant tree.

Zhao Wumian looked at the giant tree,

With a thought in his mind, Zhao Wumian walked towards the giant tree.

Under the giant tree, there is a cave that is as tall as half a man. The entrance of the cave is covered by dense leaves, and you can't find it unless you look carefully.

Zhao Wumian bent down slightly and looked into the cave. It was pitch dark inside the cave and nothing could be seen clearly. He looked back at Mo Crow, who had no intention of helping. He just stood quietly on the branch, staring at him with a pair of bright black eyes.

Zhao Wumian smiled helplessly. He knew that Mo Ya would not help him easily, because Mo Ya needed him to explore and discover by himself. He took a deep breath, meditating on the Mo Sutra in his mind, integrating his breath into the forest, and then slowly explored into the cave.

The cave was quiet, with only his own breathing echoing. Zhao Wumian felt his heartbeat gradually speeding up. He didn't know what he was about to face, but he knew that this would be an important part of his practice of the Black Sutra.

He continued to explore forward, and suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew from the depths of the cave, making him shiver involuntarily. He subconsciously took a step back, but then gathered his courage and continued to move forward.

As he went deeper into the cave, Zhao Wumian gradually discovered that the air here was getting more and more humid, and the top of the cave was getting higher and higher. When he looked up, he could only see darkness, but he could feel that the cave was gradually going deeper underground.

Suddenly, a step appeared under his feet, followed by another downward staircase. He walked down the stairs and gradually heard the sound of water. He felt happy, knowing that he had finally found the place where the Mohist giant always stayed.

He followed the sound of water and soon saw a stone gate. He stepped forward and pushed open the stone door, and a cool breath hit his face.

The sun shines through the water and into the world behind the stone gate. Zhao Wumian saw a clear pond with green grass and flowers growing around it. He saw a small house with a wooden sign hanging on the door that said "Changfeng House".

Zhao Wumian walked into the hut and saw a stone table and several stone benches. He felt a faint fragrance of books filling the air, and he knew that this was the place where the Mohist giants practiced and studied.

On the wall behind the stone table, there is also a Mohist motto written on it.

"Keep integrity, ward off evil, and protect the world."

Zhao Wumian recited these words silently, his heart full of respect. He could feel the mood and pursuit of the Mohist 927 giant, and he knew that this was a place full of justice and wisdom.

He sat at the stone table and began to observe and think carefully. He found that the air here was very fresh, as if there was a mysterious force that was constantly nourishing the forest and the cave.

He began to run the Mo Jing, feeling the breath and power around him. He found that his body was full of strength and vitality, and his spirit became sharper and clearer.

Just when Zhao Wumian was running the Mo Jing, the mechanism in the room felt the breath of the Mo Jing and suddenly started to operate.

The original position of the stone table suddenly began to drop, and gradually turned into a small lake with sparkling water.

Zhao Wumian was shocked and subconsciously took a step back, but

Then he mustered up the courage and looked towards the water.

He saw a huge turtle with complex patterns and words carved on its shell. Zhao Wumian carefully observed these patterns and words, filled with awe and doubts in his heart.

Suddenly, a gap opened in the big turtle's shell, and a small turtle stuck out.

Zhao Wumian was surprised. This little turtle was the same size as him, and it was also black.

The little turtle stared at Zhao Wumian with big eyes, and then rubbed against the big turtle, seeming to beg for mercy.

The big turtle nodded slightly, and then a melodious flute sound came from the gap in the shell.

Zhao Wumian was fascinated by it. He had never heard such a beautiful flute sound. He followed the sound of the flute and came to the little turtle's side.

The little turtle stretched out its claws and pointed to a lotus leaf in the pond. Zhao Wumian saw a crystal clear dewdrop on the lotus leaf, emitting a faint light.

He didn't know what was special about this dewdrop, but the little turtle and the sound of the flute guided him to get it.

He stretched out his hand to get the dewdrops, but suddenly, a strong wind blew and swept the lotus leaves away. Zhao Wumian exclaimed and wanted to catch up, but was stopped by the big turtle.

The big turtle explained to Zhao Wumian with the words and patterns on its shell: "This dewdrop is the essence of the Mohist master's cultivation. Only those who get it can truly understand the way of the Mohist family."

Zhao Wumian became even more confused after hearing Big Turtle's explanation. He didn't know what was so magical about this dewdrop, but he knew it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He bowed deeply to the big turtle and the little turtle, then turned and left. He knew that this place was the training ground of the Mohist giant and an important part of his practice of Mohist scriptures. He decides

Return to your own residence, continue to practice Mo Jing, and wait for the opportunity to come to this mysterious place again. .