In the small temple, there was a storm.
It was peaceful outside the small temple.
"If there's nothing else, look at the information on the interface.”
Lin Mu called out in his heart and opened his personal interface.
[Host: Lin Mu]
[Realm: Conferring Talisman]
[Mana: 125/780 Qi]
Spell: Golden Light Spell, Ethereal Opening Spell, Heart Cleansing Spell, Divine Line Spell, Divine Power Spell, Sword Control Spell, Beast Gathering Spell, Bird Transferring Spell, Demon Slaying Spell, Corpse Decapitation Spell, God-driving Spell, Divine Fire Spell, Soul Assimilation Spell
[Magic Tool: None]
[Scripture: Taishang Laojun Shuo Chang Qing Jing (Perfection)]
"Tonight, I have increased my upper limit by 655 qi and obtained 10 spells!”
Lin Mu nodded his head in satisfaction. However, when he thought of the eight evil ghosts that were devoured by Shakya, his heart could not help but ache.
Those eight evil spirits…
At the very least, he would be able to pass on eight more mantras to him, and he would be able to reach the upper limit of several hundred Qi!
Buddha Shakyamuni!
Ta, ta, ta!
Footsteps came from the stone path.
Lin Mu looked up.
Chang An walked over with a smile on his face.""Fellow Daoist, do you have time now?”
"What is it?"
Lin Mu closed his personal interface and asked seriously.
Priest Chang An had said before that he was a deacon of the Demon Suppression Bureau, so it was better not to offend him easily.
"Fellow Daoist, may I know which sect you belong to?”
Chang An asked again with a smile.
Last time…
When he asked, Lin Mu cleverly avoided him and didn't get an answer.
Lin Mu thought for a few seconds and decided to tell the truth."No sect, no sect."
" Wha…What?!"
A look of horror appeared on Priest Chang An's face, but it did not last long. He seemed to have imagined it and smiled."Fellow Daoist must be joking. If I didn't have a master, how could I know the Qi Gathering Technique?”
Lin Mu blinked his eyes and became interested."What Qi Gathering Technique?"
"Fellow Daoist, why are you still pretending?”
Chang An laughed a few times, but when he saw Lin Mu's serious expression, he couldn't help but tremble.""You, you…you really don't know?”
"I really don't know!" Lin Mu nodded.”
"Hiss!"
"So, you really don't have a master?" Taoist Chang An gulped.”
"No!" Lin Mu nodded again.
"Monster, monster!"
Priest Chang An's eyes were dull as he muttered to himself,""Such a genius, I'm afraid only Patriarch Tribute can suppress him, right?”
“……”
Lin Mu looked at the mysterious Chang An and spread his right hand, thinking,""Fan Jin had hysteria during the imperial examination and was woken up by his father-in-law's slap. Then, with this slap of mine, Taoist Chang An should also wake up, right?”
Just as he was thinking.
Priest Chang An quivered and came back to his senses."Fellow Daoist, since you don't have a master, are you willing to join our Wudang Mountain?”
"This…"
Lin Mu looked troubled.
They wanted him to join Wudang Mountain with empty promises.
How could this be?
At least the system had given him a scroll of the Tranquility Sutra!
"Of course, I'm just sincerely inviting you…"
Chang An saw Lin Mu's hesitation and said,""Such a big matter indeed requires careful consideration!”
"Taoist priest…"
Seeing that Chang An had given him a way out, Lin Mu followed him down.""You should tell me what the Qi Gathering Technique is first!”
"Alright!"
Priest Chang An nodded and followed Lin Mu to a stone table. He sat down and began to explain.
The method of gathering gas.
According to what the internet said now, it was to cultivate qi.
However…
It wasn't like what was said on the Internet, where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was converted into magic power. Instead, it was through a special breathing technique that the energy in the body was converted into magic power.
Therefore, it was also called transforming qi into essence.
"Once you have magic power in your body, you can chant and cast spells.”
Chang An seemed to treat Lin Mu as one of his own and began to teach him all kinds of basic knowledge about cultivation.
As soon as this was popularized, they forgot about time.
When Lin Mu thought of the skinny old monk, the small temple was already silent.
"Did he run away?"
Chang An stroked his small mustache and asked suspiciously,""These demon monks of the Prajna Temple are extremely good at healing!”
"I'll go take a look!"
Lin Mu knew that the skinny old monk did not run away because he could still sense his own magic power.
As for why there was no sound in the small temple…
He did not know.
Creak!
The door of the small temple opened.
A fishy and stinky smell immediately assaulted his nostrils.
"Cough cough cough…"
Lin Mu coughed a few times as he looked at the skinny old monk in the temple.
At this moment.
The skinny old monk was lying on the ground on his last breath. His body was in a mess.
As for those stray dogs…
They were all lying on the ground quietly. The blood flowing from their necks had already solidified.
The wound on his neck looked like it had been bitten.
"Give him a quick death!"
Chang An stood on Lin Mu's left. He looked at the skinny old monk who did not look like a human and sighed deeply.
"No problem!"
Lin Mu raised his eyebrows and formed a seal with his left hand.
Whoosh!
A wisp of smoke that looked like a cloud or mist was spat out.
Where the smoke passed.
It immediately burned with orange-red flames and landed on the skinny old monk's body.
Crack! Pa!
A burning sound rang out.
In just a few dozen seconds, the orange-red flames lit up the entire small temple.
The flames of the Divine Fire Spell were extremely hot.
A few minutes later.
The skinny old monk and the small temple were burned to ashes!
"They're all crushed to ashes…"
Lin Mu looked at the gradually extinguished flames, and his eyes seemed to jump with a fierce light."But why do I still feel uneasy?”
A thought flashed through his mind.
He gently raised his left hand and formed a spell.
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