Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 306 315 I didn't mind being called Taiyi before, but now that I've broken through, what should I be called?
"The place of Yangling, where Qinghua Changle resides."

"The Demonic Dojo, the Blood Lake of Fengdu"

"Isn't this the application of the Spirit Pearl and Demon Orb?"

Looking at Yue Liduo and the others struggling and roaring in the blood lake, fighting against a group of ghosts and gods, Li Cunxiao was both surprised by the changes in the old Taoist's Taoist temple and couldn't help but think of his own knowledge.

The martial arts he practices to this day are a Buddhist tradition inherited from the monk Qici, but after several revisions, they have changed drastically.

The Western Paradise King Sutra is enough for him to cultivate to the limit of a Grandmaster, but he will have to find another way to break through the Earthly Fiends and Heavenly Gangs and form a Daoist temple in the future.

The situation is different for Master Taiyi. Whether it's alchemy techniques, crafting methods, or fundamental methods, they all belong to the Azure Dragon lineage.

In other words, everything the old Taoist priest is doing now, he will be able to control in the future.

The life-and-death, yin-yang transformations happening in this Taoist temple right now perfectly match the principles of alchemy he has learned, and he can't help but have some vague understanding of them.

"That Taoist priest can actually perform rituals inside a snail shell, really!"

Qi Ci rarely showed a hint of envy. While laymen only saw the spectacle, those of them who were also masters could see much more.

The seventh realm, the Mysterious Gate, opens the Niwan point and establishes the Divine Palace. After that, the head becomes the sky, the feet become the earth, and the four limbs become the four cardinal directions.

Afterwards, the acupoints are connected, the five elements are determined, the four seasons are regulated, and the climate is adjusted.

Only when time and space are complete, and the inner world is fully realized, can it be called a microcosm of the human body. The microcosm is in harmony with the macrocosm, and the primordial spirit communicates with heaven and earth.

Then comes the unification of the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit, the embryonic transformation and physical refinement, and finally the breaking of the earthly and heavenly evils.

In short, the purpose of everything is to "align the human heart with the will of Heaven," ultimately allowing the inner vision to manifest outwards and naturally forming a sacred space.

The performance of a training ground varies depending on the fundamental techniques each person cultivates, but it often becomes fixed once it takes shape.

It is extremely rare for a single Taoist temple to have two different transformations, like that of Taiyi Zhenren.

If he can continue to improve his teachings, write books, and pass them down, then he will truly be worthy of being called a grandmaster who founded a lineage!
"But precisely because it's such a powerful training ground, emerging from seclusion in just over half a month seems a bit rushed. Are you sure Junior Brother Taiyi is alright?"

Worry flickered in Qin Li's eyes, and the paleness on his face had not yet faded.

If Yan Daotong were here, he could not only kill Yue Liduo and the other two with a flick of his wrist, but he would at least prevent the destruction of the Daoist temple.

His disciples were all happy that their family had produced a second Grandmaster, but he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

"Your Highness, don't worry about me. If no one covers our retreat today, we're all going to die here."

The Gelug master's face was as pale as gold paper, and there was a wound on his chest that stretched from his collarbone to his lower abdomen, revealing his glass-like internal organs, from which golden blood emitting a strange fragrance continued to flow.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Yue Liduo's face was contorted in a ferocious expression, but the hundreds of ghosts and gods flying towards her and the hundreds of blood arrows left her with no strength to utter a single word.

Sakya Lama also bled from all seven orifices, staining his gray beard red. Although he looked disheveled, his injuries were not too serious.

He glanced at Gru, who was both his companion and his rival, and noticed that the other's aura, which had descended to the bottom of the valley, was rapidly rising again. He knew it was a final burst of energy before death, and a bitter feeling rose in his heart.

Once upon a time, they were full of vigor and thought that with Yelü Yi, a hero of the grasslands, Qida would establish a country and become emperor. Even if he could not dominate the world, he should at least occupy the north and rule with the King of Liang across the river.

Thus, as esoteric Buddhist masters, there must be a hierarchy, and the two engaged in numerous open and covert struggles over this.

But to everyone's surprise, what should have been a fruitful mission turned into a disaster.

Not only did they lose 500 elite cavalry and two generals, but now, of the three grandmasters, two are injured and one is about to die.

Just now, in the other party's dojo, they did lower their stance and humble themselves before this newly promoted grandmaster of Louguan Dao, willing to pay the price to stop and make peace.

But Taiyi Zhenren's temperament was like that of a stubborn donkey; no matter how much he said, he only received more severe beatings in return.

Therefore, by this point, the three of them had no hope left. To preserve anything, they had to make sacrifices.

"Your Highness, please prioritize Qida's ambition for hegemony and do not act impulsively."

The Gelug master's complexion had become smooth and fair, and the wrinkles on his face had quickly smoothed out. His appearance changed from old age to middle age, and his voice was like a bronze bell.

"That Taoist's Qiankun Bow and Zhentian Arrow are truly formidable, capable of discerning truth from falsehood. My essence is now damaged, my physical body is harmed, and my life is nearing its end."

"I only ask that you two return and make sure that the King remains calm and does not seek revenge for me. Let the King of Liang and the Louguan Dao fight each other, and then Qida will have the opportunity to march south into the Central Plains in the future."

"As for my Yellow Sect disciple, Sakya, we have fought each other our whole lives, but now, I am relying on you to help me continue the lineage."

A ray of spiritual light shot out, and Gelu, having no more lingering attachments, turned to face Taiyi, burning his last bit of true essence to manifest his Dharma form once more.

It has a white body, three eyes, a serene and delicate face. It has a high bun and loose hair, an exposed upper body, a deer skin draped over its shoulders, and a Zen belt around its waist. It sits in a kingly posture, with its right hand extended on the back of a lion.

His right hand rested on his knee, and beside him stood a trident, with a white snake, the embodiment of a spiritual herb, coiled around it.

His left hand rests on the moon seat, and there is a lotus flower next to him at shoulder height. Three lotus flowers bloom on his left shoulder side, and on the top of one of the lotus flowers is a sword of wisdom that dispels ignorance.

Adorned with necklaces, earrings, armlets, bracelets, anklets, and waist ornaments, the entire body is adorned with jewels and ornaments, and the figure sits in a relaxed posture atop a lotus moon disc carried by a lion.

It is the Lion's Roar Avalokiteshvara form practiced by the Gelug master.

But at this moment, this Dharma image, which should have been flawless and perfect, was covered with pitch-black cracks.

"You've already decided to die? You barbarians do have some backbone after all."

Taiyi Zhenren casually gave a compliment, and the image of the Salvation Heavenly Venerable dressed in rosy robes behind him once again drew his bow and nocked an arrow.

This time, however, the blood lake in Fengdu boiled and surged, transforming into a giant arrow, which was lifted up by the Ten Kings of Hell and delivered to the Heavenly Venerable's Dharma Image.

"Your cultivation level far surpasses ours. How can you expect to escape with your life without even this much awareness?"

Compared to the Sakya master, the Gelug master, who was usually more irritable, appeared quite peaceful at this moment.

But then, the earth-shaking roar that erupted from Guanyin's mouth made everyone clearly feel the turmoil in her heart:
"Run!!!!!"

hum~~~
A dazzling light burst forth in an instant, accompanied by a buzzing sound like tinnitus. Li Cunxiao suddenly lost all sensation, just like when he was deducing the divine skill.

The difference is that back then he could control everything with the vajra.

But at this moment, he could no longer feel his own body or senses.

It was a terrifying experience, but at that moment, Li Cunxiao's mind was completely blank, devoid of any thoughts.

A few breaths? A few quarters of an hour? A few hours? Or a few days?

As his five senses slowly returned to his body, Li Cunxiao almost lost track of time until he saw the Dao soldiers and true disciples standing there in a daze. Suddenly, he felt as if he had been transported to another world.

He then swallowed hard.

It is beyond words and beyond description.

Is this the realm of a Grandmaster?
Is this the power of a terrestrial immortal? "Even if I possess a magical treasure, I'm afraid my corpse would be lying there before I even have a thought."

Fear welled up uncontrollably in his heart, not for his master Taiyi, but for the other land immortals in the world.

Zhu Quanzhong, Li Yisheng, the leaders of Maoshan and Magushan sects, and the Ming Cult's Mingzun.
Ignorance is bliss. Having witnessed a Grandmaster's intervention firsthand, Li Cunxiao gained a clearer understanding of his own situation:
One must at least become a grandmaster and unite the temple through the integration of the three religions before one can be considered truly safe.

Now, in front of true masters, even with three top-tier spiritual forms, he is nothing more than a larger ant.

Junior Brother Li

Xue Tianyun was equally shocked, but because he had spent a considerable amount of time with his master Yan Daotong and had gained some knowledge, he quickly recovered.

I intended to help my junior brother, who was witnessing the power of the Dharma Form for the first time, adjust his mindset, but I didn't expect that his expression would be calmer than I had imagined.

A deeper flame seemed to flicker in his dark eyes, but he swallowed the words that were about to come out.

"My junior brother is no ordinary person. His future achievements may not be inferior to those of Uncle-Master Taiyi?"

An eruption of cheers broke the silence, and the joy of victory was evident on the faces of the disciples.

When life and death hang in the balance, who can remain indifferent?

First, Qin Li was overwhelmed by the siege, which made people's hearts sink; then, the strong reinforcements Qi Ci arrived, but before people could rejoice for long, the situation became deadlocked again.

It wasn't until Taiyi appeared out of nowhere and made the final decision that my anxious heart finally settled back into my chest.

At this point, they no longer cared how many of the Qida's masters had died or escaped; all they wanted was to vent their frustrations!

The Dharma image behind Taiyi Zhenren gradually dissipated, and with a faint smile on his lips, he flew to Qici and Qinli.

"Cough cough."

The old Taoist priest coughed and then fell silent, while the senior monk snorted coldly and simply turned his face away.

His gaze shifted to Qin Li, and the pale-faced White Tiger Sect Master finally gave a helpless smile:
"Congratulations, junior brother, on breaking through the Earthly Fiend and Heavenly Gang realms and advancing to the Dharma Manifestation realm. Our Louguan Dao now has two terrestrial immortals."

"hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Master Taiyi burst into laughter, his right hand, which was stroking his beard, almost leaving afterimages.

"Oh, what a coincidence, what a coincidence."

"The Dao is inherently perfect, and its wonders are often obtained by chance. This breakthrough is all due to luck, luck, hahahahaha!"

"If I hadn't taken on a good disciple, I might still be stuck at the threshold of the ninth realm."

"I'm not being modest, but out of the four sect leaders, how come I'm the only one who has broken through?"

"Of course, being the sect leader isn't so bad, but after breaking through, I'll have even more freedom and possibilities."

motherfucker.

Qi Ci and Qin Li's foreheads bulged with veins, and although they didn't say a word, their fists were clenched tightly.

So what if someone is a terrestrial deity? Does being a terrestrial deity make them so great?
If I could beat him, I would have loved to punch this old bull-nose!
"Alright, Senior Brother was seriously injured while protecting the sect, and the disciples have also worked hard. Go and rest."

The voice of the Immortal Taiyi resounded throughout the mountains, and everyone on the ground bowed and agreed.

With the sect leader absent, the newly promoted Grandmaster is now in charge.

However, before anyone could make a move, the old Taoist suddenly reached out and squeezed, and a tender green willow branch appeared in his palm.

With a flick of his sleeve, countless drops of sweet rain fell from the sky, causing a burst of exclamations from the disciples.

Li Cunxiao's eyesight was astonishing. He could clearly see that the Dao soldiers who had been severely injured and fallen to the ground by the Sakya master's attack, those who still had a breath left, now had much more relaxed expressions, having gone from being on the verge of death to barely clinging to life.

Those like Li Siqi, who were working themselves to exhaustion, had visibly ruddy complexions.

Even Li Cunxiao himself couldn't help but widen his eyes the moment the sweet dew was applied to his body.

"This is not nectar, it's a elixir!"

Li Cunxiao was so excited that he couldn't express it. Those around him only felt that their condition had improved and couldn't understand why this true disciple had suddenly become so excited.

He originally thought that Taiyi Zhenren was capturing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth and condensing it into spiritual liquid, just like the spirit of a magical artifact.

To be honest, even if it's just liquefied spiritual energy, it's already quite astonishing to cover such a large area of ​​nearly a thousand people.

However, upon carefully observing the changes after the sweet dew entered his body, Li Cunxiao had to overturn this conclusion.

This sweet rain contains not a single type of spiritual energy, but a composite of various elements of spiritual energy, combined in specific proportions and structures, much like an unconventional elixir formula.

There are pills made from the flesh and blood of demons, pills made from the spiritual essence of plants, and pills made from gold, stones, and precious jade. These are the three main types of pills.

What Taiyi Zhenren did can be called "Qi Dan" in a certain sense!
Can one manipulate spiritual energy and create pills with a mere wave of the hand?

The exquisite skill and profound level of this technique can only be described as supernatural powers and immortal arts. It is difficult for those who have not also cultivated the "Nine Revolutions Elixir Scripture" to comprehend its mysteries.

Even Li Siqi and Xue Tianyun were unaware of this at the time. They simply watched as the two grandmasters, whose injuries had healed but whose faces were even darker, turned and left. Only Taiyi Zhenren flew alone toward the Sanqing Hall on Liangyi Peak.

“Cunxiao, come here to your teacher.”

"Yes."

Li Cunxiao responded, greeted the people around him, and then left.

In particular, he took special care of several seriously injured Taoist soldiers, giving them repeated instructions and promising to visit them later, which greatly won over a group of people.

"Master really loves to show off."

The rustling of the ancient pines in winter exudes a graceful and elegant air, making the figure standing with his hands behind his back in front of the Sanqing Hall appear even taller.

Li Cunxiao chuckled inwardly and quickly caught up, showering him with flattery:
"Master's skill has reached the pinnacle of creation. Now, having broken through all barriers, he is like a crane soaring into the clouds or a dragon leaping across the vast ocean, no longer bound by any constraints."

"Stop joking around, quickly lend your teacher a hand."

"what?"

Li Cunxiao was startled. He looked up and saw that the old Taoist priest was pale and trembling. He could barely hold the whisk in his hand. He quickly helped his master into the Sanqing Hall.

The movements were still steady, but a wail had already erupted in my heart:
not good!

Could it be like the novels I read in my past life, where someone forcibly exited seclusion, resulting in an unstable cultivation level and leaving behind Dao injuries?
My thick thighs, which I just grew, are gone before I even had a chance to sit on them properly?
I don't want it!

Fortunately, the old Taoist priest sat down and caught his breath. He soon showed visibly improvement and, under Li Cunxiao's worried gaze, took out something:
"Cunxiao, Master..."

(End of this chapter)