Da Zaojun

The jade skull said, "Call me Xu Jia."

The golden skull said, "My name is Xu Jingui."

The silver skull said, "My name is Xu Yinfu."

Song Wuji felt that the name was somewhat hasty.

Xu Jia said, "I am going to have to relearn the skills, while the two of them are just playing around with me."

"Now I have acquired some acquired primordial essence and some mysterious life-giving techniques."

Song Wuji said, “Master Xu, those demons have a treasure, a black gauze curtain, which contains a lot of calamity. When it covers people, they feel as if they are covered by calamity, and even their thoughts cannot function smoothly, and their wisdom turns into confusion.”

"If it weren't for this evil artifact, I wouldn't be so afraid of him."

Xu Jia nodded: "Let me take a look!"

He immediately borrowed a cup of water, threw it into the air, and the water froze into ice, which then solidified into a mirror.

Then a black mist appeared in the mirror, and a black-feathered phoenix took flight from within it. Wherever it passed, the earth became parched, rivers dried up, vegetation withered, and all things died.

"Investigate throughout the Three Realms!"

With a flick of his finger, Master Xu Jia changed the scene, revealing a scholar standing under a paulownia tree, playing a jade flute.

A phoenix dances and sings to the music.

Then, the colors of the sky and earth changed, large chunks of the sky collapsed, black mist spread, and the phoenix's colorful auspicious light was completely defiled and turned into black mist.

"It turned out to be a Java sparrow."

Master Xu Jia said, "This phoenix has not cultivated to its full potential and is not versed in blessings. It was so easily blinded by the evil energy of calamity, which shows that its foundation is not good. Among phoenixes, it only has the form but not the virtue."

Song Wuji then said, "The person playing the flute can lure out the phoenix, but there is only this black phoenix here. Could the key lie in that jade flute?"

At this moment, Lü Han said, "I happen to recall a few historical anecdotes."

"One is the story of the phoenixes singing on Mount Qi. King Zhou imprisoned King Wen of Zhou in Youli. Boyi Kao then presented a pair of phoenixes that had fallen in Xiqi as treasures. As a result, King Zhou killed them and made them into meat pies for King Wen to eat."

“Bo Yikao was a virtuous and filial king, and perhaps also a master of music.”

Song Wuji said, "That myth is far away in the Central Plains. We are in the Jiangnan water towns. How can it be considered mythical?"

Lu Han nodded: "The other one is Xiao Shi Nongyu."

"This is a love story. Legend has it that the sound of his flute playing is celestial music, capable of attracting phoenixes to descend."

"Nongyu was the daughter of Duke Mu of Qin. She was skilled at playing the sheng (a type of reed pipe instrument). In her dream, she played it in harmony with Xiao Shi. The two were very much in love. Later, when they played the sheng and sheng together, they attracted a dragon and a phoenix. Xiao Shi rode away on the dragon, and Nongyu rode the phoenix to ascend. The two of them became immortals and attained enlightenment. They were a pair of divine lovers."

"However, this story should have taken place in the Huashan area, and it probably has little to do with our local mythology."

Xu Jia said, "Perhaps it's auspiciousness brought by dragons and phoenixes. There are many dragons here, which attracted a phoenix. Or perhaps it's a parasol tree, or perhaps the Three Realms and Six Paths have lost their order. I wasn't here before; I should have been over at Hangu Pass, in the Zhongnan Mountain area."

"Even if he is Xiao Shi and Nong Yu, and Xiao Shi played the flute to attract the phoenix, should we restrain him with music?"

"You can try it."

Xu Jia said with great interest: "Legend has it that the Great Sage Fuxi found the phoenix tree where the phoenix landed. The phoenix burned the phoenix tree, and it made a whistling sound in the wind. The Great Sage Fuxi carved the wood into a zither, which is called Jiaowei. He played the five musical notes, which were in harmony with the virtue of the phoenix, and could also make the phoenix dance."

Song Wuji said to Lü Han, "I remember that the rat demon had a jade flute in your possession before, and you also learned magic, the Bewitching Melody. There is another one with Lin Pandi. I wonder if it can attract the black phoenix?" Lü Han said worriedly, "We only sing folk tunes. It will only attract the phoenix's ridicule."

"He's not a phoenix anymore."

Song Wuji said, "Besides, it's not just about using music to distract him; we also need to have a fight. While we're fighting, playing music can also cheer him on, right?"

Song Wuji was thinking about Xiao Feng's sound system, which came with its own background music as soon as he appeared. With his background music playing, no one could beat him.

Song Wuji then dictated a tune from Journey to the West: "Dong dong dong! Deng deng~ Deng deng~ Deng~ Deng deng~".

“He became a phoenix, but lost his virtue; you will then transform into a dragon, and respond with virtue.”

Song Wuji nodded, finding it reasonable. He had only consumed two Water Virtue Dragon Scales before, and a true dragon only had five Water Virtue Dragon Scales.

The third piece given by the Mirage Dragon had not yet been consumed; now was the perfect time to swallow it.

One is born, the second is cooked.

After swallowing the dragon scale, Song Wuji began to refine it, no longer afraid of any illusions. In fact, these illusions were nothing more than rain to pass the Rain Department's test, nothing more than spring rain and summer rain. However, this time, it was snow, which corresponded to winter.

Snowfall in winter doesn't need wind or thunder; all it needs is the cold air, leaden clouds, and the sense of desolation hidden within the winter chill.

Although a timely snowfall is said to foretell a bountiful harvest, it also means countless people are frozen to death, their lives taken by the cold.

This extreme cold, freezing and desolation, may seem cruel, but it also contains a kind of virtue.

Snowflakes fall, covering everything in silver, untouched by dust, embodying the virtue of "purity".

After the snow melts, the cold air freezes and kills the insect eggs in the soil, which is also a sign of a good harvest.

The whiteness of snow contrasts with the filth and darkness of the surrounding air. I wonder if this cold snow can cleanse this filthy place.

During the refining process, a chilling aura emanated from Song Wuji, neutralizing his own yang energy of fire virtue, creating a sense of yin and yang harmony, rather than a feeling of water and fire being incompatible.

The main reason is that Song Wuji cultivated the True Dragon Transformation and refined the dragon scales, thus also being immersed in the Dao of True Dragon Transformation.

The next moment, Song Wuji soared into the sky, transforming from a tender dragon with only two water-virtue dragon scales into a teenage dragon. His dragon horns had grown a bit, and he had also comprehended the changes of rain, snow, wind, and frost. He could grow big or small, hide or show, fly in the sky, or hide in the abyss.

The distance between becoming a fully grown true dragon is only two true dragon scales away; even dragon pearls can be replaced by golden pills.

It is vaguely understood that, apart from the Fire Virtue Path, transforming into a black dragon can also gain the favor of the Water Virtue.

However, this ability is only available when using transformation techniques. In human form, Song Wuji is still not skilled in water magic, but only in fire and wind magic.

However, Song Wuji possesses the three treasures of earth—water, fire, and wind—and perhaps once he gathers all five true dragon scales, he can complete the set.

"Ouch!"

After letting out a dragon's roar, Song Wuji transformed back into human form.

On Old Dragon Mountain, the demons were startled, especially Black Luan, who, as a fallen phoenix, was familiar with the voice of a true dragon.

Dragon Language and Phoenix Language are ancient divine languages ​​that are difficult for mortals to pronounce. Each byte represents a number or supernatural power and has wondrous uses.

Later, Buddhist and Taoist practitioners, when performing magic and supernatural powers, needed to utter mysterious incantations, which also evolved from the sounds of dragons and phoenixes.

(End of this chapter)