A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.
Chapter 262 Bloody Light
Chapter 262 Bloody Light
Duan Rong looked shocked!
If the Divine Art of Filthy Blood was only lurking in his body, he felt that with the ability of his spiritual consciousness and the profound pharmacology he inherited from the evil doctor Shen Ping, he might be able to find a solution.
But if the source of the Filthy Blood Divine Art was within his spiritual sea of consciousness, Duan Rong did not think he had the ability to solve it.
The spiritual sea of consciousness is such a mysterious and profound existence!
Duan Rong had the opportunity to enter his own spiritual sea of consciousness because he practiced the Taizang Sutra.
He still vividly remembered the shock he felt in his heart when he looked up at the sky in his sea of consciousness and saw the two stars shining brightly in his sea of consciousness. It was the feeling of a devout believer, like a pilgrim!
Although Duan Rong did not think that he could solve the problem in his sea of consciousness, since he had already discovered that the source of the Filthy Blood Divine Art was in his spiritual sea of consciousness, Duan Rong decided to enter his own sea of consciousness to take a look.
Duan Rong sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands began to quickly change seals, and he murmured a spell. After a round of seals and spells, Duan Rong began to try to use his mental power to capture the turning point of his breathing...
The turning point of breathing is the entrance for the soul to enter the sea of spiritual consciousness...
Because the cold toad venom is secreted by the polar cold toads during hibernation, it is only available in the early spring of each year. Without the cold toad venom, Duan Rong cannot practice the third level of the Taizang Sutra, so Duan Rong has not entered his spiritual sea of consciousness for several months.
Duan Rong hadn't tried it for a long time, but he was obviously a little rusty in hitting the turning point of breathing. It took him several tries before he finally hit it.
The moment he hit that elusive turning point, Duan Rong's eyes suddenly became blurry and dizzy, and the next moment, he was already in his own sea of consciousness.
A thin mist was rolling in the sea of spiritual consciousness. Duan Rong stood in the center of the black earth and looked up at the endless sky.
I saw two stars in the sky, one red and one white, reflecting each other...
But the moment Duan Rong raised his head, his gaze looked towards the southwest corner of the sky, where there was actually a hazy blood light hovering!
Duan Rong could be sure that this strange blood light had just appeared in his sea of consciousness.
There is no doubt that this bloody light is related to the Divine Power of Filthy Blood in his body!
Duan Rong had devoured many weapon spirits before, and they would all enter his sea of consciousness. However, after entering his sea of consciousness, they would turn into mist and merge into his thoughts.
However, the spirit of the Filthy Blood Divine Art that he devoured turned into a hazy blood light in his sea of consciousness!
Evil!
Duan Rong stared at the hazy blood light. Unlike the two stars in the center of the sky, this hazy blood light looked more like a nebula!
Duan Rong's eyes moved, and he tried to use his soul to contact the hazy blood light, but the hazy blood light was just hovering in the sky, flipping and flickering, and had no response to Duan Rong's soul's questioning.
Duan Rong's eyes were filled with contemplation. There was some faint connection between the two celestial bodies that appeared in the sky and Duan Rong's soul.
But this hazy blood light was obviously different from the two stars. It repelled Duan Rong's soul connection.
Moreover, the two stars were floating in the center of the sky, while the hazy blood light was at the edge of the distant sky...
It seemed that the bloody light was hiding from the two stars...
Duan Rong's eyes suddenly moved, and he used the weak connection between his soul and the two celestial bodies to mobilize the two celestial bodies and move them towards the direction of the blood light.
The two celestial bodies responded slowly, but they still followed Duan Rong's instructions and went towards the bloody light.
The two celestial bodies did not approach the blood light in a straight line.
Instead, they were spinning around an invisible center in the sky. As the two stars spun faster and faster, they slowly spread from the center of the sky to the edge...
Duan Rong looked surprised. "It seems that the stars suspended in the sea of consciousness have their own specific running methods and running trajectories, and they cannot be moved at will."
As the two celestial bodies gradually approached, the hazy blood light began to roll violently, changing from light to dark!
Suddenly, the blood light floated to the edge!
Duan Rong's eyes were stern. "It is hiding from the star!"
Obviously, the rotation speed of the two stars could not continue to increase. After reaching a certain position, they stopped moving.
As the stars stopped spreading and moving, the violently rolling blood light calmed down...
As Duan Rong thought about it, the two celestial bodies slowly shrank inward and gradually returned to their original floating position.
Duan Rong discovered that with the high-speed rotation of the two stars, his soul was being consumed rapidly. After just a few breaths, he already felt a little sluggish.
However, the cost is worth it.
Duan Rong was at least certain of one thing: the bloody light was afraid of the two stars floating in the center of the sky.
In other words, the Taizang Sutra can restrain the Divine Art of Filthy Blood! At the very least, it can be suppressed!
As his practice of the Taizang Sutra continues to deepen, perhaps when he has achieved a certain level of the Taizang Sutra, he will have the means to eliminate the dirty blood magic in his sea of consciousness.
Because he believed that there must be a reason why the blood light was so afraid of the floating star.
However, at this time, Duan Rong had only achieved the second level of the Taizang Sutra, and was obviously unable to deal with the blood.
Duan Rong was about to exit the Lingming Sea of Consciousness, but suddenly he had an idea. He wanted to see how that piece of blood light operated the Divine Art of Filthy Blood.
Duan Rong suddenly activated the Divine Blood Art in his sea of consciousness!
Instantly, the blood light at the edge of the spiritual sea of consciousness began to roll endlessly, and circles of blood-colored ripples spread out in the spiritual sea of consciousness...
Almost at the same time, the blood threads dormant in Duan Rong's flesh and blood suddenly awakened and burst out of his body!
Duan Rong's eyes were cold, and with a thought, he withdrew from the spiritual sea of consciousness.
The moment he exited the spiritual sea of consciousness, Duan Rong felt a sharp pain in his head. It was obvious that he had consumed too much of his soul in the sea of consciousness just now.
Duan Rong looked at the blood threads floating and wriggling around his body and felt nauseous. He urged his mind to move, and the blood threads returned to his body and returned to silence!
Duan Rong's eyes were fierce. He decided that he would never give the blood threads in his body any chance to grow, because he knew that as the blood threads in his body grew, the blood light in his spiritual sea of consciousness would also grow!
And the blood light within his spiritual sea of consciousness is the core and essence of the Divine Blood Art!
After Duan Rong had absorbed the second level of the Filthy Blood Divine Art, he had a very good understanding of the cultivation process and various obstacles of the Filthy Blood Divine Art. This was another reason why he hated this technique.
The dirty blood turned out to be the blood of a virgin, so fucking disgusting!
Fortunately, it wasn't menstrual blood?! Otherwise, even if his soul was shattered, he would still control the two stars and hit the blood light!
Duan Rong's eyes moved, and he thought of the four statues of the Five Gods in the secret room's altar, which would emit bloody light from their eyes when practicing the Filthy Blood Divine Art. That bloody light would also shine on the Filthy Blood Copper Cone, the magical instrument for practicing, and the room would be filled with bloody light and thick smoke!
Duan Rong felt that the blood light in his sea of consciousness might have some secret connection with the blood light emitted from the eyes of the Wutongshen statue!
Just like the threads of light that interweave the stars and the statues of the Four Bright Kings, there is some kind of mysterious connection between them!
Both the Taizang Sutra and the Divine Art of the Filthy Blood are practiced in the mandala, which clearly shows that there are certain similarities between the two.
The Taizang Sutra and the Divine Art of Filthy Blood have the same origin but repel each other.
"The Four Great Kings? The Five Divine Beings? Could it be that these skills have some kind of secret connection with these gods?"
"The mutual repulsion of the techniques may indicate a struggle between gods and demons?"
Duan Rong's thoughts were flying, but he soon realized that he was thinking too far. These problems were obviously beyond his ability to think through at this moment. What he needed to solve were the practical problems in front of him.
Duan Rong was exhausted, and at this time, the window was already bright. Duan Rong blew out the lamp on the desk, got into the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
In the next few days, Duan Rong read again all the miscellaneous books on hand about the Filthy Blood Sect and the Filthy Blood Divine Art.
Duan Rong had read miscellaneous books related to the Filthy Blood Sect before, just to learn about some of the secrets and stories of this world. He just skimmed through them, reading ten lines at a glance.
However, now that Duan Rong has experienced the Filthy Blood Case and has discovered the hidden dangers of the Filthy Blood Art in his sea of consciousness, he is no longer reading these books out of curiosity, but to gain a more comprehensive understanding of the Filthy Blood Cult and the Filthy Blood Art.
Moreover, some of the records in the book might corroborate some of his own ideas, and might inspire some new ideas. Therefore, Duan Rong read it very carefully.
In a blink of an eye, it is the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, and it is New Year'
Duan Rong got up from the bed in the morning and had just finished washing up in the courtyard when there was a sudden knock on the gate.
Duan Rong's mind moved, and his spiritual sense instantly swept over, only to see Zhu Xiaoqi standing outside the door.
Duan Rong walked over, opened the courtyard door, looked at Zhu Xiaoqi, whose face was red from the cold wind, and smiled, "Are you feeling better?"
"It's not a serious problem now, but I'm not fully recovered yet, so I can't work." Zhu Xiaoqi said, looking at Duan Rong with her bright eyes. She knew that it was Duan Rong who saved her that night.
Duan Rong said: "How can such a big wound heal so quickly?"
Zhu Xiaoqi said: "The master asked me to tell you that we will go there to have the New Year's Eve dinner tonight."
Duan Rong felt warm in his heart. Mr. Xiao was still nice to him.
Duan Rong was about to thank him when Zhu Xiaoqi smiled and said, "But I'm just here to call people to work."
Duan Rong laughed and said, "Why? Do you think I'm eating for free?"
Zhu Xiaoqi rolled his eyes at Duan Rong and said, "You saved Miss Yu's life and also saved my life. It's only right that I let you eat for free every day."
Seeing that Zhu Xiaoqi was serious, Duan Rong's smile faded and he said, "Don't make it sound so bitter and resentful. If you eat for free every day, you will go bankrupt."
Zhu Xiaoqi smiled and said, "The master has never been a workaholic. I'm injured, and there's a big table of food tonight. Miss Yu can't handle it alone. You can go and help her."
Duan Rong said: "I am willing to do this job. I like preparing New Year's Eve dinner the most. It's lively!"
As Duan Rong spoke, he closed the gate and went to Xiao Zongting's courtyard with Zhu Xiaoqi.
As soon as Duan Rong entered the door, Xiao Yu asked him to chop the meat.
Xiao Yu was so busy that he stretched out his arms. His originally fair and tender arms turned red from being soaked in cold water.
Zhu Xiaoqi was injured and couldn't move much, so he could only help with some small chores like picking vegetables.
Although Xiao Zongting didn't work, he was the one who couldn't sit still and kept walking back and forth in the yard.
Seeing Xiao Zongting looking as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, Duan Rong asked Zhu Xiaoqi what was going on.
After Zhu Xiaoqi said that, Duan Rong realized that it was Xiao Yu who cut off Xiao Zongting's cigarette supply!
The cause of this incident was the night when Xiao Yu was abducted. When Xiao Zongting saw Xiao Yu being abducted, he was so angry that he couldn't spit and almost died. If Duan Rong hadn't fed him a pill left by Shen Ping in time to deal with the emergency, it would have been really dangerous.
There are many people who died because their hearts were covered with phlegm and they couldn't breathe.
Duan Rong told Xiao Yu about Xiao Zongting's symptoms that night, and just said that he should smoke less in the future. Unexpectedly, Xiao Yu was so rude and directly put out the cigarette for Old Xiao.
Doesn't this cost him his life?
No wonder he was so anxious that he couldn’t sit still?
Duan Rong knew the reason, and when he looked at Xiao Zongting's anxious look, he just found it funny.
The three of them were busy for a long time and put up Spring Festival couplets at noon. After lunch, they started making dumplings.
Xiao Yu and Zhu Xiaoqi were both deft and made very pretty dumplings, but Duan Rong was clumsy and his dumplings looked extremely ugly compared to theirs.
Both of them started to laugh at the ugly dumplings Duan Rong made.
Duan Rong said: "Dumplings are for eating, not for looking at! What's the point of making them look so pretty? You're just going to eat them!"
At night, as soon as it got dark, Xiao Yu started busying herself in the kitchen, and Duan Rong was there to help her.
Xiao Zongting and Zhu Xiaoqi were already sitting at the dinner table, waiting for the New Year’s Eve dinner!
The firelight from the kitchen illuminated Xiao Yu and Duan Rong. While Xiao Yu was cooking, she would glance at Duan Rong's face which was red from the firelight. Her heart felt warm and she was very happy!
The wine and dishes were served, and the steaming dumplings were also served. Everyone was in a happy mood and started to cook!
After Xiao Zongting finished his meal, he drank a few bowls of hot rice wine and went to sleep in a daze. Zhu Xiaoqi was injured and tired after a whole day, so he also went to bed early after dinner.
Only Xiao Yu and Duan Rong were left. Facing the huge table of food, they started drinking. Both of them could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. As they drank, they started competing with each other...
At noon, Ximen Kankan came to Liulu and knocked on the door. Ximen Yong knew that Duan Rong had no relatives and was afraid that he would be lonely during the New Year, so he asked Ximen Kankan to call him to his house for the New Year's Eve dinner.
Ximen Kankan wandered around for a while, and seeing that Duan Rong was not there, he had to leave unhappily. When it was getting dark, Ximen Kankan came to Liulu again. At that time, Duan Rong was already cooking with Xiao Yu in the kitchen, so Ximen Kankan naturally came back empty-handed again!
Every household was bustling with activity, and the sound of firecrackers could be heard from time to time.
However, the usually bustling City God Temple, which is very popular with incense, seems even more deserted on this New Year's Eve.
The temple keeper Xu Dongyang is over sixty years old and has few relatives. He spends New Year's Eve alone every year.
As soon as it got dark, the old temple keeper had cooked the dishes and had eaten a lot of hot dumplings. After dinner, the old temple keeper took a lantern and a shovel and walked slowly to a sycamore tree by the wild lake.
This has been his custom for many years. Every year in the first month of the lunar year, he would bury a jar of fine wine under the sycamore tree.
After being buried underground for a year, the aroma of the wine became even stronger, and the old temple keeper relied on this jar of wine to survive one New Year's Eve after another, which was as long as a hundred years.
The old temple keeper found the right spot, placed the lantern at his feet, and with a shovel, he turned over the soil.
Not long after, a jar of wine was dug out by the old temple keeper. He knocked off the dust on the seal of the wine, picked up the lantern and was about to leave.
But suddenly he saw that there seemed to be a jar on the edge of the pit he had dug. Only a small part of the jar was exposed. It was only when he picked up the jar of wine in his hand and collapsed some layers of soil that it was exposed.
The old temple keeper looked at the wine jar in his hand and confirmed that he had not dug the wrong one. He said, "Why is there another jar here? Could it be that I buried two jars in the first month of the year?"
The old temple keeper couldn't remember clearly, so he dug out the jar with doubt.
That was obviously not the wine jar he buried, because it was not sealed at all. The old temple keeper was surprised and reached into the jar to fumble around. After a while, he took out a round object.
In the dim light beside him, what he was holding in his hand was actually a head!
Moreover, it was a dry head!
The skin on the head was as dry as firewood, and the two eyeballs in the eye sockets had shrunk into two balls of cotton wool.
The old temple keeper looked at the dried head in his hands and almost vomited blood. He was very familiar with this thing.
"Is it the Divine Art of Filthy Blood?!"
The old temple priest quickly stuffed the dried head back into the jar, looked around vigilantly, and made sure that there was no one around. Then he buried the jar again.
The old temple keeper was holding the wine jar on his way back to the City God Temple, his heart was beating fast. "I don't know which unscrupulous person buried the mummy here after practicing martial arts. It seems that I have to find a different place to bury the wine next year."
(End of this chapter)
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