True Immortal of the Netherworld

Xu Yang sat down firmly, wearing light green clothes like pine.

He first carefully looked at the jade pen and the golden paper on the table in front of him, but did not immediately take the pen. Because he didn't know how many words he should write down, or what words he should write appropriately.

Xu Yang looked at the situation of other people around him and discovered an interesting scene.

The first boy in yellow shirt rushed to the square and sat down to write.

He couldn't control the jade pen in his hand at all, let alone write. Holding the pen with both hands was as laborious as moving a mountain, my head was sweating profusely, and my veins were exposed. I screamed like a butchering pig to encourage myself, but in the end I was so tired that I vomited blood.

In another place, located in front and left of Xu Yang, was a trial disciple dressed as a Taoist.

This Taoist disciple looked quite cautious. He carefully presented dozens of yellow Taoist talismans, then placed a three-foot-long mahogany sword with a red pulp mouth, and finally sprayed three streams of soul blood from his mouth for blessing.

After completing a complicated set of Taoist Talisman Sword techniques, he turned pale and felt like his body had been hollowed out. The young Taoist reluctantly picked up the jade pen and wrote a crooked but incomprehensible word on the golden paper on the table.

But at the moment when the unknown font appeared, a basin of silver light suddenly sprayed out from the surface of the font.

That young Taoist was like a basin of ice water poured on him when his body was extremely hot. The whole person immediately jumped around the jade desk as if possessed by an evil spirit. Finally, exhausted, he screamed "Woohoo", collapsed to the ground like a dead monkey, and finally became quiet.

At another place, three rows directly in front of Xu Yang, there was a muscular man wearing a kung fu shirt.

The strong man was about ten feet tall, standing there like a small iron tower. He worked hard and finally took off his shirt, revealing all his muscles. There is also a lifelike tiger head tattooed on his chest.

The naked man held the jade pen like tiger claws with both hands. With his brute force, his bones creaked when he moved the pen, and he wrote the word "tiger" on the Jinque paper.

Suddenly, the spiritual light on the surface of the word "tiger" shone brightly, and a "tiger" of seven or eight feet in size really appeared.

What's ridiculous is that this tiger image seems to have a natural hatred for the strong man, chasing him up and down, making him run up and down in a panic. In the end, he was killed by tiger sumo fighting, a tiger claw fist, and a tiger tooth sword.

The strong man kept pleading: "Don't bite me, don't bite me..."

The tiger dharma image didn't listen to him at all. Not long after, the strong man's naked upper body was covered with bloodstains, and the tiger head tattoo on his chest was no longer visible. His arms were twisted into exaggerated shapes, and the trousers underneath him were torn, leaving only half of his legs.

If several deacons on the side hadn't rushed up to help in time and worked together to cast spells to disperse the evil tiger, the strong man would have died on the spot.

In addition, Xu Yang also observed some testers with powerful mental states. Using the power of their mind as a guide, they wrote the appropriate fonts on the Golden Que paper and began successful practice. For example, Liu Haiyu, Gui Gu Zan, Yao Jun and others.

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"As Lan Xingjun, the great elder of the Yudao Sect, reminds me, in the realm of vastness, if the mind has thoughts and the pen touches, the gentleman will achieve success." Xu Yang thought thoughtfully, "If you forcefully write down the characters, it will be different from the power of your own state of mind. If it doesn’t match, it will be counterproductive.”

Xu Yang was thinking about how to write words that fit his mood, but there was a gurgling sound in his stomach.

"I'm hungry." Xu Yang looked down at his stomach.

In the past two days, in order to better prepare for the trial, Xu Yang chose to fast. Bigu is the most common thing for cultivators, but they are often assisted by bigu pills, or they specifically absorb external sources.

Spiritual energy to replenish physical strength.

In the past two days, Xu Yang did not replenish his physical strength in any way, but just sat quietly to calm down his mind. What he was most worried about was that he was mentally unstable and could not control the Yuan Demon bloodline in his body. During the practice, the Yuan Demon bloodline would activate uncontrollably and go berserk.

"Eat." This was Xu Yang's instinctive reaction when he was hungry. He glanced at the jade pen on the table. The jade pen swayed in the light and reflected in his pupils as if it were a pair of chopsticks.

"It would be great if there was a bowl of cold water." Xu Yang whispered to himself.

Without hesitation, Xu Yang picked up the jade pen on the table and wrote three words "Cool Water" on the Jinque paper.

His writing stopped and he did not continue writing, nor did he put down the pen in his hand, as his thoughts were not finished.

On the surface of the Jinque paper, the words "Liangshuishui" suddenly emitted colorful brilliance, and a powerful mysterious force immediately merged with the power of Xu Yang's state of mind.

On the cold water surface, that is the legendary palace-level delicacy.

Take a large iron pot and bring water to a boil. Put the hand-rolled wheat flour noodles into the boiling water in the pot, and then use chopsticks to gently stir the noodles in the pot twenty times to allow the noodles to fully absorb the moist air in the water. Remember, it must be twenty strokes. One stroke more will cause aging, and one stroke less will cause aging.

Then, take out the cooked noodles and soak them in the cool spring water prepared in advance. Take it out, put it in another basin of cool spring water, take it out again, it will be just cool but not stiff.

At this time, the cold water surface is whiter than snow, and more fragrant than white snow. It is as soft as silk and has just the right amount of strength than satin. It is as cool as spring water and has a more satisfying satiating feeling than spring water.

Paired with various braised vegetables prepared in advance, such as minced pork with fried sauce, diced pork with garlic sprouts, tomatoes and eggs, cucumber shreds and sesame sauce...

One kind of cold noodles, hundreds of flavors, promote body fluids and strengthen the stomach, strengthen the body, warm the quilt, and lead a beautiful life.

When faced with such delicious food, what people often say is – have another bowl!

At this time, Xu Yang was completely immersed in the delicious food of Liang Shui Shui, the best delicacy in the world. Among them, the hundreds of flavors brought by the braised noodles are blended with the original cool and soft aroma of the noodles, filling the tip, middle and base of the tongue, and then into the stomach, making people feel like they have entered a fairyland. He completely entered a state of selflessness.

The jade pen held firmly in Xu Yang's right hand suddenly moved again, and after the three words "Leng Shui Shui" he wrote three more words "It's so delicious".

The pen moves along the clouds and dragons, and the sky and the earth swim freely, as if accompanied by the golden sun, I feel so free and easy. "

The cold water is so delicious. The large running script fonts emit colorful light. A colorful dragon is flying around Xu Yang's body, completely between heaven and earth.

Six days later, Xu Yang's trial ended, and the Haoran Heavenly Vein in his body was perfectly upgraded from the first-grade to the middle-grade realm.

Before leaving, Xu Yang took a look at the large square around him, and there was only one young monk wearing a white cassock, who was as handsome as jade.

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The golden and jade young monk in a white cassock sat on the jade stool in front of the jade table, steady and steady, as if he was enlightened and sitting on the Buddha.

He glanced at the jade pens and golden papers placed on the table, and the third golden eye between his eyebrows cast a golden light. At a glance, he could see through the mystery.

The golden monk looked away from the table and said lazily: "Boring."

Writing and other things are the things that the golden monk dislikes doing the most.

In their daily practice, the monks in the Golden Buddha Temple will inevitably perform actions such as copying scriptures. But the Golden Jade Monk is different. He was born with the third golden eye. When he brings up those complicated Buddhist scriptures, he flips through them and reads them casually. Not only can he understand every word in the scriptures, but he can also understand the profound Buddhist principles hidden in the scriptures. As a result, most of the scriptures used for copying were regarded by him as

Charcoal fuel is used to bake the roasted chicken.

At this moment, the golden jade monk looked up at the sky, and saw colorful light bands rolling in the sky.

But in the eyes of the golden jade monk, those colorful light strips twisted and connected, forming the shape of a big "roast chicken" like a constellation.

Seven-colored clouds and a roasted chicken.

In the eyes of the golden monk, roast chicken seems to be more advanced, and that is the secret hidden behind it.

The little golden monk couldn't help but click his lips, and then whispered in his mouth: "Everything is clouds, only roast chicken is the true meaning."

The golden jade monk lowered his head, grabbed it with one hand, and the jade pen on the table came to his right hand.

There is no deliberate gesture of holding the pen, but the pen is held with five fingers and swayed freely. It is not writing but writing "heart".

Brushing, brushing, brushing.

The golden light was like a waterfall where the pen fell, and four large golden characters "Fruit Wood Roasted Chicken" appeared on the paper. Miraculously, there was a trace of greasy rolling out of the surface of those four words, emitting an invisible aroma.

The highest state of writing, one stroke of true painting, is probably like this.

At the same time, the state of mind of the little monk Jin Yu was perfectly integrated with the four characters of fruit wood roast chicken on the Jinque paper. It was the best roast chicken that could only be cooked by the uncle of Master Jiu Ku.

The charcoal wood used for baking roasted chicken is cultivated for 37 and 21 days using the technique of rejuvenating dead wood with spring. Cut it down when the fruit tree sprouts branches and leaves, then bears flower buds and the buds are still in bloom. Then, the thousand-year-old flying snow water stored in the ice cellar is used for three days to stabilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Then it is taken out at noon and baked in the light of the golden sun. After fifteen days, the best raw materials of carbon wood can be obtained. .

The main ingredient of roast chicken, broiler chicken, must be free-range chickens weighing four pounds and sixty ounces. Drinking from mountain springs, weed-pecking insects, if you are fat, it will be too greasy, if you are thin, it will be tasteless.

The broiler is on top, and the fruit charcoal fire is on the bottom. The two are integrated with the power of flames. Supplemented by the state of mind of thousands of years of enlightenment, it controls the perfect fire.

Fruit wood grilled chicken is finally finished.

Burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, crispy and soft, with a mouth full of oil and a mouthful of saliva.

For the golden monk, being able to eat such roasted chicken with fruit and wood is the greatest cultivation, and it is also a gift from the Buddha.

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The little golden jade monk grasped the jade pen with his five fingers, brushed it, and wrote three words on the golden paper, which was also "really delicious".

The roasted chicken with fruit wood is so delicious. It contains seven characters, written in a wild cursive style, like a river stretching thousands of miles.

The entire rural trial space was shaken, and colorful rainbow light fell from the sky.

Seven days later, the golden jade monk completed his training. He was the last young hero to leave the rural trial space.

On this day, the young monk Jinyu's love for roasted chicken with fruit wood increased even more, and his practice of the Buddhist method "Prajna Mahasatara" broke through to the seventh level.

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Scholarly family, the first stage of the trial, the rural trial ended perfectly.

There is no victory or defeat, only succession. Everyone sees in it what they most rely on in their mind, maybe for a moment, maybe for eternity.

However, there were also eighteen people whose physical abilities were really poor, or who overestimated their abilities, and were backlashed by the power of the state of mind, suffering both internal and external injuries. These people had no choice but to withdraw from the next trial on their own. Most of the original one hundred and eight disciples who participated in the trial are still alive, totaling ninety.

Next, the great elder Lan Xingjun of the Yu Dao Sect will personally arrange the trial steps.

Lan Xingjun stood on the high platform, looked at the trial disciples below the stage, and announced loudly: "The next trial link is to enter the meeting space. But before that, you have to pass a test. Only those who pass the test are qualified to enter. Trial in the meeting place.”

In the square, ninety trial disciples listened attentively, full of curiosity and anticipation for the next test.