The First Cause of All Realms

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The night is fading, and the morning light is just emerging.

In the manor built on the mountain, there is a faint noise, and after a while, the smoke from the cooking rises, and the aroma of the porridge and rice spreads.

In the side room, a little Taoist climbed up, put on his clothes, and was able to go out. Although it had been a long time since he descended the mountain, the habit of getting up early for many years had not been lost.

If he was on the mountain, at this time, he should go to fetch water, cook rice, and wait for the morning class, but the people down the mountain are much more diligent than him, and they got up early to work.

At this time, he could smell the fragrance of rice.

"After the morning class, then eat."

The little Taoist swallowed his saliva. Last night, he quietly went to the kitchen to steal some meat. The taste was really beautiful.

Reminiscing in his heart, he turned around a few times and came to the backyard, a quiet courtyard.

In the yard, there is light, there is sound, and there seem to be quite a few people.

but……

Glancing at the two altars built in the yard, even though he had seen it many times, he still couldn't help but groan in his heart.

It has been some time since the two altars were built, but before yesterday, the altar was only in shape, but at this time, the whole picture was hidden.

Red candles, sandalwood stoves, sandalwood plates, water purification cups, legal slips, wooden fish, fortune-tellers, etc. are all available.

Only the 'Moyun Order' is missing, which is the real altar.

"Is there really a chance to see the uncle step by step? I don't know who is going to be unlucky..."

The little Taoist felt pity in his heart, and a little throbbing.

Although the 'Moyun Temple' where he is located has always said that Taoism and martial arts are both cultivated, most of the disciples have only heard about it.

"The altar is not to be looked at, desecrating the ancestors is a death penalty!"

There was a screeching voice from inside the house.

The little Taoist priest was startled and hurriedly bowed his head to apologize. At this moment, another voice came:

"Skylark, come in quickly! Today, your uncle is teaching the Fa, if you miss it, you won't have the chance again..."

"Yes!"

The little Taoist Skylark was agitated and pushed the door in.

Inside the house, the whole body is covered with wooden boards, and there are various patterns on it. There are people sitting on several futons.

Holding a whisk in hand, he drooped his brows.

It is his uncle, a Taoist priest.

Beside him are two slightly younger old Taoists, one of them has cinnabar on his eyebrows, but it is his master, Taoist Miaoyun.

"Sit down and listen."

As soon as Miaoyun raised his hand, the invisible energy had already closed the door.

Little Taoist Yunque sat down in a hurry, a little nervous, but also a little curious, I don't know why the master suddenly taught the Fa.

"lark."

The little Taoist had just sat down, and the old Taoist in the middle had already spoken:

"You have been worshipping the door for nearly 18 years. Every day you draw water, cook, do morning classes, and recite sutras. Do you have any complaints?"

"The disciple has no complaints."

Skylark lowered his head.

"All the brothers and sisters in the same sect can practice martial arts, but you can't. It is reasonable to have complaints. However, if you are not allowed to practice martial arts, the sect has its own intentions."

Daoist Miaofa said lightly:

"You also know that my Moyun Sect has the inheritance of 'Dao' and 'Martial'. You are only a mediocre talent in martial arts, but you are born with the seeds of Taoism."

"Master wants to teach me a 'different technique'?"

Skylark looked up, surprised.

"Daoism!"

Daoist Miaofa's voice sank.

"Cough! Senior brother, it's just a name, why should you care?"

Looking at his only disciple, Taoist Miaoyun said:

"The so-called Taoism is not a legendary spell, but a general term for a kind of Qimen martial arts that is born out of martial arts, but is clearly different from ordinary martial arts.

This kind of magic is extremely powerful, but it is difficult to get started, and it is also difficult to improve, and it requires extremely high talents for the caster..."

"Alien."

Skylark suppressed the excitement in her heart and listened quietly.

"How can it be the same?"

Daoist Miaofa looked unhappy:

"The so-called different techniques are born out of supernatural powers, but the Taoist techniques of this sect are derived from the supernatural powers of the master and his old man!"

Taoist Miaoyun retorted:

"Where did the martial arts come from?"

"you!"

Daoist Miaofa glared and almost walked away, but he still pressed down and stopped looking at his junior brother, Shen Sheng looked at Yunque:

"Your master doesn't know magic, but you must not think like this, otherwise, one day you will be in danger when you encounter other people who are wielding Dao magic."

His expression was awe-inspiring, so that Yunque did not dare to refute, and could only nod.

"Different arts are born out of martial arts, not necessarily higher than martial arts, but Taoism is born out of the magical powers of fairy gods in legends. Although it cannot be compared with the legendary magical powers of moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, chasing stars and getting the moon, it is also superior to martial arts. above!"

Daoist Miaofa spoke slowly.

The two old men beside him were a little displeased:

"Why is it beyond martial arts?!"

"Martial arts can be learned by everyone, and can be learned in the middle of the door. Each generation, at most one or two people can pass it on. There is no doubt about it."

Daoist Miaofa snorted coldly:

"The ancestor left a message that in ancient times, only those with the fruit of the Dao could open a sect and teach them to disciples. Why? I didn't say it in the past, but I didn't want to attack you.

Today, let's talk! "

Having said that, he took out a gilded token with his backhand and said:

"It is said in ancient times that those who have obtained the fruit of the Tao can control the magical power. However, the fruit of the Tao is scarce and the magical power is even less. Even if a sect is established, the disciples under the sect must rely on the gods to enter the 'door of practice'... "Valley

"God seed?"

This time, the two veterans were also a little surprised.

They naturally knew that the Taoism in the door could only be performed through the 'Moyun Order', but they did not expect that they could not enter the door without the Moyun Order.

"Is this the seed of God?"

"Yes, Seed of Divine Ability!"

With his long beard in his hand, the Daoist of Miaofa has a bright face:

"The inheritance of each school and faction is different. Some use the talisman as the foundation, some use the sword as the carrier, and some use the book as the inheritance. The root can be investigated. This thing is called the 'God Seed'."

"God seed."

Skylark swallowed, her eyes burning hot.

In the past few years, he has not learned any martial arts except for the exchange of blood. He is quite eager for martial arts, but at this time, it is naturally different.

"Master has hidden it deep enough, and he hasn't leaked a single sentence for so many years..."

Miaoyun and another old man looked at each other, both of them were a little helpless.

"Mo Yunling, only one or two people can be passed on from generation to generation, what can the teacher do?"

Miaofa Laodao shook his head slightly:

"Even if it's a poor man, if it's not that Yu Wanghai is aggressive, he'll have to wait until he's breathless to say..."

"Yu Wanghai..."

The two old men were silent.

No one would have imagined that the most incompetent junior and junior brother who was kicked down the mountain to seek a life back then would make the entire sect look up to him decades later.

"He sent his son to my door for more than 20 years without paying any attention. What's the idea of ​​the old man?"

Miaofa Laodao sneered:

"He thought he could handle me, but I didn't let him do it!"

"Having said that, but now I have to rely on him in the end..."

Taoist Miaoyun shook his head slightly.

"I can do things for him, whether to eradicate dissidents for him, or anything else, only the inheritance of the ancestors cannot fall into his hands!"

The Taoist Miaofa said that, his heart suddenly moved.

boom!

Outside, there was a low muffled sound.

"Who?"

The eyes of the three old masters were all condensed, and the next moment, the door was already open, and Miaoyun and another old man rushed out of the room.

The Daoist Miaofa also clasped the Cloud-Moving Order in his palm and strode out.

Skylark was still digesting a few old-fashioned words, and it took a while to react to it. When he was able to go out, he saw a big man in tattered white clothes, looking extremely tired and embarrassed, broke into the backyard.

He recognized this man, as if he had seen it more than a month ago. What was his name Mu Huan?

At this moment, he felt the power of this man.

A few feet away, the heat radiating from his body is almost no less than the direct rays of the sun at noon. Such a powerful blood energy is not inferior to his own teacher and uncle.

What is it that makes such a big man so embarrassed, and even has an unconcealed fear?

"How come Mu Shi is so embarrassed?"

Miao Yun's brows were slightly wrinkled, and it was already seen that this Mu was still uninjured, but consumed a huge amount of energy.

"Yu, is Brother Yu here?"

Mu was still looking up, gasping for breath, only to feel his muscles and bones aching to the extreme, twitching involuntarily.

The ten-day attack that was almost sleepless, even if he took the medicinal herbs, he had already reached the limit, and he was only a line away from the countercurrent of Qi and blood.

If he runs to death~www.wuxiaspot.com~ then he is the biggest laughing stock in the arena.

"Don't ask, people are already here."

Before he could answer, Miaofa's complexion sank as he looked towards the night that was gradually brightening.

uninvited guest!

Miaofa Old Daoist looked at the night, and faintly sensed an extremely powerful killing intent. The killing intent was so strong that his pupils could not help shrinking.

"who is it?"

Taoist Miaoyun frowned and looked at Mu Huan.

"Jin, Jinyiwei Qianhu, Yang, Yang Prison."

Mu also gasped for several times before he sat down with his knees crossed, adjusting his breath to ease the boiling blood.

"Jinyiwei Qianhu?!"

Several old Taoists were stunned and looked at each other, not knowing what their expressions were.

"Just a thousand households in brocade clothes and guards killed you so embarrassingly?"

Taoist Miaoyun's expression was very subtle.

"That's Yang Prison!"

Mu also spat out a mouthful of black blood by the look in his eyes, his chest heaved and he gritted his teeth:

"The Yang Prison who killed Ji Longshan and Xiao Zhan!"

"It's him?"

Hearing this, the expressions of several old men were shocked.

The name they heard the most when they went down the mountain was this Yang Prison.

It's just, isn't Yang Beheading the head of the Six Doors?

When did he become a thousand households of Jinyiwei again?

"Two junior brothers, I and I protect the law, and entertain this thousand households!"

Miaofa Laodao opened his mouth.

He jumped up, got on the altar, raised his hand, and Mo Yunling had already landed on the altar, chanting words in his mouth.

Following his actions, a thin layer of mist also rose, which was only between the two altars at first, and then spread out to the surroundings.

call!

The footsteps of the living dead were stagnant, and Yang Yu raised his head, slightly surprised:

"This is the breath of divine power..."