Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 359: About my inquiry into the "Eight Fraud Gods" in the Warlock's Inner Vision
"That doesn't make any sense. I'll just pull you in." Wang Ye stepped on the Qimen Bureau and moved the four plates, causing the Three Wonders and Six Instruments, Eight Gates, Nine Stars and Eight Gods to fall into their original positions.

Yan Huan possessed the five elements, so the position of the sacrificer was extremely free. Only one person was needed to meet all the requirements, and he was easily pulled into the inner scene.

The surroundings became empty, and the distinction between up and down, left and right disappeared.

A huge, bright fireball was suspended in front of the two people, its glow was so blinding that it burned their eyes.

"The question is, what is the significance of the Fire De Sect's 'Holy Fire' to the sect... It seems to be a question that has nothing to do with the Jiashen Rebellion and the Eight Great Skills, but it is surprisingly difficult to deal with."

"After that, I asked the cults in Southeast Asia and the Japanese Kagutsuchi if they knew the meaning of the 'holy fire', and what I got was..."

Wang Ye stretched out his hand, and another fireball whizzed out. Its size was even larger than the previous one.

On the surface, there is no answer to this question, but rushing forward and attacking blindly is not in line with the warlock's style. If you think about it from another angle, the answer is actually clear.

It is precisely because the Fire Poison Cult knows what the "Holy Fire" means that this question cannot be answered.

"This is very puzzling to me. They are obviously a sect in our country, but they know less than foreigners. It's unreasonable, extremely unreasonable."

"And there is only one explanation for this irrationality, that is, the leaders of these sects already knew what the sect's inheritance meant to them."

After listening to Wang Ye's analysis, Yan Huan nodded thoughtfully and reached out to take the fireball in the air.

The "answer" instantly shrank to the size of a football and landed safely in Yan Huan's palm.

"Huh!?"

Wang Ye's body suddenly tensed up and he pulled his chin back.

The difficulty of cracking the "answer" sought in the warlock's inner vision is related to human desires and influence. The more involved two things are, the more difficult it is to crack the "answer" and establish a connection.

Wang Ye put on a dead fish eye and glanced at Yan Huan beside him: "Old Yan, to be honest, you said you were not interested in the Eight Wonders and the Jiashen Rebellion, and I have always doubted it in my heart."

"I thought you were just pretending, but I didn't expect you to be serious, Old Yan!"

According to Wang Ye's reasoning, the "Eight Wonderful Skills" are related to the ancient saints, and behind them is the secret of becoming an immortal. This thing is like the imperial seal and military talisman in ancient times. If you don't have the right to treat it as scrap metal, but if you really come across it, who wouldn't want to be an emperor?

Yan Huan clenched his hands, and the fireball turned into a crystal clear, round sphere, hard and thick.

If he used more force, it would be difficult for him, a sorcerer, to open it.

"Not really. The current state is more like I know part of the truth, which reduces the involvement behind the answer."

"Hmm..." Wang Ye smiled bitterly, "Can you tell me something?"

"I've never seen you so persistent before?" Yan Huan smiled back.

Wang Ye changed his nonchalant attitude and said sincerely: "I am just an ordinary person, I don't have high expectations for myself. It is not satisfactory to live my life in a muddle. If possible, I don't want to be unclear about everything."

Yan Huan nodded and replied: "Most people live their whole lives in a muddle. It's good enough if you know what you want to do."

After saying that, he glanced at the ball in his hand again.

Speaking of the secret to becoming an immortal, it was actually just Yan Huan's inner guess. Even if he had touched upon part of the truth, it would not be a big deal.

Just say it, then say it.

It is said that the Huode Sect originated from Liu Zhitang, the Qingyangzi, who was later called the "ancestor of the God of Fire". This man integrated Taoism into Confucianism, and was proficient in Zen Buddhism. He reconciled the various schools of thought with the doctrine of the mean, and weighed various arts with the books of sages. He taught and educated people, and left a unique copy of the book to later generations, which can be said to be a great achievement.

The core concept of the Huode Sect's practice is to attach importance to Yang Qi and emphasize supporting Yang, so one must cultivate an extremely hot Yang fire in the body.

This is no exception for Qingyangzi.

At this point, Yan Huan mentioned the Zhixin Guiming Talisman of Huode Sect again: "Throw the talisman into the fire, and you can practice the Fire Escape Technique. This secret method of turning a thousand miles overnight, do you think the average human body can withstand it?"

Wang Ye thought for a moment and said in surprise: "Is it because the human body is affected after entering the fire... The 'holy fire' of Huo De Sect is enough to affect the atmosphere of a person!?"

Yan Huan nodded undeniably. He personally thought that these extraordinary saints did not completely disappear after their ascension. At least they more or less left a trace of their aura in the place where they attained enlightenment.

This is true whether it is the "holy fire" of the Huode Sect or the 24-section Tongtian Valley in the Qinling Mountains.

It is possible that these secret places of inheritance were completely destroyed by artillery fire, so the remaining auras are extremely rare.

Yan Huan continued, "Because the Tao is endless, ascending to the sky after enlightenment is not the same as attaining the Tao. After choosing a way to attain enlightenment, these seniors will embark on a new path. In their eyes, 'seeking the Tao' is at a higher level than what we want."

"Perhaps it is because these two completely different realms separate us. The immortals can see me, but I cannot see the immortals."

"Perhaps there is an immortal right above our heads, moving forward on the path he has chosen."

Of course, these are all speculations. If you want to verify them, you need to go to the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley.

Whoosh, whoosh!
The ball in Yan Huan's palm suddenly burst into flames and rolled violently.

"Old Wang, it looks like that's all I can say. If you want to continue digging, you have to go to Qinling Mountains."

"Okay, thanks." Wang Ye said with a smile.

At this time, Yan Huan raised his head with a hint of shrewd cunning in his eyes.

"You're welcome. I should thank you. If you hadn't pulled me in, I would have forgotten that you Warlocks could find the 'answer' in your inner world."

"Hey?"

Wang also had a vague premonition that something terrible was going to happen. The goal was too big and the internal scene could not bear it, and it would kill all the people inside.

"Old Yan, think twice before you act, and don't ask weird questions!"

"I know what's going on. Do you think I'm the kind of person who would do something reckless?" Yan Huan soothed him with a few words, and his heart was moved.

Where are the remaining eight deceitful gods?
boom!
All of a sudden, three scorching suns were in the sky, illuminating the entire interior space so much that it looked pale and dazzling. Yan Huan raised his hand to block the light and kept looking up into the sky.

There was a biting chill in the fiercely burning fireball. The outer flames were bright and dazzling, but the core of the sphere was icy cold, creating an extremely inharmonious and strange scene.

Yan Huan was watching as hail shot out from the depths of the fireball like sharp arrows, the crystal ice particles flashing a cold white light in the firelight.

Every time a hailstone hits, it leaves a short, cold trail in the air...
Yan Huan grabbed Wang Ye and jumped back.

Inside the fireball, the strong wind blew snowflakes around, and the snowflakes were crystal clear, and the flames they carried reflected orange, red and dark blue colors.

The sound of the wind was not noisy, but flowed in a low and slow melody, carrying the lightness of falling snow and the coldness of the wind.

"Is it okay to just smash this thing?" Yan Huan asked.

"No, as I said before, forcing it is not in line with the style of a sorcerer. This fire is full of cold things such as ice, hail, and sleet. You should go to the northwest in the Qian position."

It's still the northwest after all...

"The spirits left in the desert are the Eight Deceitful Gods." Yan Huan dodged a few icy spikes. Now that the answer was known, the fireball also calmed down and faded away.

"The second one!" Yan Huan silently asked the question in his mind, and the remaining two fireballs suddenly became extremely restless. Some dazzling light sources merged together and completely became a celestial body that could swallow everything.

The blinding light directly penetrated their eyes, distorting their vision. The edges of the inner world had cracked and cracked. The hot wind blew in their faces, burning their skin as if it was burned by fire, and even breathing became difficult. The two seemed to feel the burning smell in their noses, like the smell of burning grass, sand and even souls. Every breath they inhaled made their chests tighten.

"Old Yan, there's something wrong with these two! Get out first!"

As a last resort, Wang Ye immediately stopped casting the spell and fled from the inner scene.

Panting, he supported himself on the ground with his hands, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead like rain.

A burst of green light fell like mist, and the fatigue that was entangled around Wang Ye disappeared.

Yan Huan collected Qingyu and asked in confusion, "Why are the implications of these two spiritual objects more difficult to understand than the inheritance of each sect?"

Wang Ye relaxed his limbs, and under the healing of the green light, it seemed that all the losses from the battle with Chen Jinkui were made up, and now he was in full shape.

"Ah... the two fireballs merged, which means that the two things you are looking for are most likely in the same place."

"Moreover, the spiritual object you are asking about will not have much impact on the development of the world if it is taken alone, but if several of them are combined into one... Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

Wang also remembered that Yan Huan went to Wudang Mountain to find the spirit of the giant turtle, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Are you kid trying to trick the gods?"

"Ah? I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

call--

Wang Ye patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me to death. I thought you were really going to do something big."

Yan Huan glanced at the other side with interest, "Anything to say?"

"Are you really not looking for the Eight Deceitful Gods?" Wang was skeptical.

"As a sorcerer, I am naturally interested in spiritual beasts, but many of them only exist in legends. Who can judge the truth of these legends? Could it be that what you know is what you have witnessed with your own eyes?" Yan Huan asked back.

"It makes sense."

Wang Ye then explained that within the Shu sect, there were indeed many people who tried to gather the Eight Fraudulent Gods in order to complete an extremely complex Qimen formation.

According to legend, the eight deceitful gods return to their positions, and eight people who conform to the horoscopes of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen and Dui are used as sacrifices. With the person with the most balanced circulation of the Five Elements and harmony of Yin and Yang as the center, the gods can be activated, and at that time they will have the power to go against the will of heaven.

“Of course, this formation has been lost now, but talking about the Eight Deceitful Gods still surprises me.” Wang Ye spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Qi Men Liu Jia Formation?" After hearing the description, Yan Huan felt that it was one of the two large formations set up by Zhuge Kongming that Bifang mentioned.

"You still say you don't know!" Wang Ye put his two fingers together and pointed at him, "You even figured out the name of the formation!"

Yan Huan took a cup of scented tea from the dead vines beside the tree and handed it to the somewhat excited Wang Ye.

"Didn't you say it was lost? Why are you making such a big fuss?"

"I don't doubt your chance at all, Old Yan, but listen to my advice, don't try it!" Wang Ye stretched out his right hand, and a circle of dark blue characters appeared, and a constantly flowing atlas emerged.

Picture after the wind.

A divine dragon came out of Luo River carrying a map, and a colorful phoenix held a book in the blue clouds. Feng Hou was ordered to transcribe it into words, and the art of Dunjia Qimen began from then on.

The Fenghoutu not only records the principles of strange magic and formations, but also contains many secrets unknown to the world.

"The Qimen Liujia formation, as a sacrifice for the eight directions, will return to normal, but the people in the center will be wiped out. Old Yan, whether you are curious or you really have no such intention, I beg you, if that day comes, don't try it!"

"I know." Yan Huan replied.

Even if the formation ends in death, one must still go against the will of heaven. I guess the person who formed the formation must have a strong obsession in his heart.

Obsession?

Collecting elves and hundreds of ghosts counts as one, yes, but it's not serious. He would never do such an unfair and stupid thing as to exchange his life for a complete collection of the atlas.

"I feel relieved when you say that." Wang Ye took a few sips of the scented tea and looked around worriedly again.

The most urgent thing is to get out of this place.

"I've been circling the mountain dozens of times, but I still haven't found the way down..."

"Don't panic. This place has its own aura, it just affects people in different ways." Yan Huan didn't care. Perhaps Wang Ye accidentally came here because he had an opportunity.

As for Chen Jinkui who was sticking behind him, it was hard to say.

Instead of looking for a way down the mountain, the two men walked towards the top. When they reached the top, the sky and the earth suddenly became clear. The mountains beneath their feet undulated like waves, stretching endlessly into the distance.

The morning mist has not yet dissipated, and a thin layer of it covers the valley, making it barely visible.

Yan Huan looked down and took in everything he saw. His vision was so broad that it seemed as if the whole world was at his feet.

The feeling of height and vastness makes one's mind suddenly open up, as if one's own existence has become light and merged into one with this vast world.

"Ah——" Wang Ye stretched and yawned comfortably. If Chen Jinkui hadn't been pestering him all the time, he would have liked this place very much.

I have to say, it is a good place for meditation.

"How's it going, Lao Yan, can you go out?"

Yan Huan looked up and saw the sky was clear blue with a few white clouds floating by.

"We just pulled the person in. I guess he won't be able to get out for a while."

"Instead of worrying about how to get out, why not try to figure out how to break through this situation? What if you get some new insights?"

The king also sat on the ground, supporting his arms behind his back, and looked towards the clear sky.

"Old Yan, you really are more like a person seeking the truth than many of my predecessors on Mount Wudang."

"It's just a matter of fate." Yan Huan replied calmly, sitting cross-legged and practicing the nameless alchemy technique.

The state of meditation is deep, all distracting thoughts are eliminated, and the mind is empty, quiet and pure.

Yan Huan seemed to have fallen into a dream without realizing it. He only felt that his mind had become calmer than ever before. At this time, the wind gradually died down, the clouds had stopped, and the water in the mountain stream flowed lightly and echoed endlessly.

Later on, there was no heaven, no earth, no people, and no self.

When Yan Huan regained his composure, the clouds in the sky slowly descended, and a man came through the fog. Although he was just a commoner, he had an otherworldly appearance of returning to nature, and he was unfathomable and had an immortal air.

Since it is a method of elixirs performed while sleeping, one is of course in a dream at this moment. Perhaps in this way, talents can communicate with "immortals".

Yan Huan bowed to the visitor and said, "Junior Yan Huan, nice to meet Master Nanhua."

The man dressed as an ordinary person waved his hand to clear away the mist around him and chuckled, "How come you suddenly broke into my dream, kid?"

(End of this chapter)