The Demonic Sect Ancestor Can Time Travel

Chapter 251 Inheritance

"Eldest brother, give me five thousand catties of yin bones! The earth lungs and yin fire were accidentally dug out in the B library, and a lot of bone gods and demons who were under construction were destroyed at once..." People have not stepped into the office of true disciples In the wing room, Lu Qingzhi's voice came in first.

"It's out of stock!" Tang Zhong, who buried his head in the copybook, replied without raising his head.

"How is it possible? A few days ago I saw a lot of yin bones put into storage, why are they gone today?" Lu Qingzhi, who rushed into the wing room in a hurry, couldn't believe it, so he asked rhetorically.

"Master, the old man went out to the secret library of Tongxin Peak and went around. When he came back, he also took away most of the bone spiritual materials in the secret library of Huamo Peak." Sitting in front of another desk, the same Chang Wu, who was handling the affairs, took the time to replace Tang Zhong and replied, "Actually, I am also waiting for bone-like spiritual materials. The joint research project of Liufeng is waiting for urgent use."

"Don't even think about the remaining half, it's for the disciples who are about to enter the inner sect. The left junior brother in the treasury had the courage to withhold it from the master. If it is approved for you, Zuo junior brother I'm afraid you're going to fight for me." After dealing with the documents in his hand, Tang Zhong said helplessly, "If you want a large batch of spirit bones, you may have to wait for the next batch of offerings from the mountain."

"Then I don't care, senior brother, you have to give me some spiritual materials and let me take them back, right? It's not only spiritual bones, but if I don't have anything, I will be ashamed in front of the inner disciples!" There is definitely no way for her spiritual material, so Lu Qingzhi simply thought of other spiritual materials.

"Oh, unfortunately, before going back to retreat, the master gave us a task, asking us to research a mirror that can reflect the demons in our hearts. This kind of mirror is also cheap and good, and can be mass-produced. Come back, let's discuss together..." Tang Zhong still had an apologetic smile on Lu Qingzhi's request to "take a step back".

"That is to say, before the mirror has no clue, the commonly used ordinary spiritual materials can't be mobilized?" Suffering from "frustration", Lu Qingzhi, who had already sat back on his seat, tried his best to ask road.

"It's best not to mobilize a lot." Tang Zhong nodded in response.

"You can go and ask Master if you can mobilize the sealed reserve resources, and there are many good ones among them." Immediately after Tang Zhong's answer, Chang Wu added while rubbing the pipe.

"No, I'm not going. Master, he's in seclusion. How can we as disciples bother him with insignificant things?" Regarding Chang Wu's proposal, Lu Qingzhi quickly shook his head and refused.

He wasn't worried that doing so would annoy his master. In fact, in Lu Qingzhi's impression, the master's attitude towards these disciples has been very good recently, especially when the master follows the Martial God After the return of the universe, it can be called amiable, generous and kind.

But in this case, why does Lu Qingzhi still fear visiting Wang Yuan like a tiger?
This starts with how Wang Yuan loves and teaches his disciples.

Wang Yuan, who has little experience in teaching apprentices, simply and rudely divides caring for disciples into three practical aspects.

They are: giving resources, often preaching, and very defensive.

Among these three aspects, Wang Yuan can pat his chest and say, "It's a small idea, no problem!" for "giving resources" and "protecting weaknesses."

But "speech often" is to embarrass Wang Yuan. Although he has been the patriarch of the Demon Sect for so long, he has already made up for the knowledge in practice, but knowing and speaking out are completely two different things. Speaking of those great monks with brilliant tongues, any certified people's teacher randomly picked out in the original world can easily beat Wang Yuan, a boring gourd.

And Wang Yuan, who had received a systematic education, didn't want to fool his disciples casually like Yuan Shen and other monks who were not good at words, so he had to think of other ways.

I don't know if I should be lucky, but Wang Yuan, who is very innovative, really came up with a convenient method of preaching after thinking hard.

Drawing on the method of engraving on jade slips and Buddhist empowerment, he successfully reversed the soul-searching technique, and developed a group of people who can clearly and completely infuse their own understanding of the Tao into the souls of disciples without excessively affecting others. A new spell for one's own path.

This spell was named Opening Palm by Wang Yuan. In his opinion, there is nothing to be picky about except that when the spell is performed, it needs the palm of the master to pat the disciple's skull lightly, which looks a little low.

However, this is only in Wang Yuan's view.

As a new spell developed on the basis of the notorious soul-searching technique, it also inherited a small shortcoming of the soul-searching technique.

That is pain!Deep into the soul, the inescapable pain!
The three true disciples who were fortunate enough to try this spell naturally reported this problem to Wang Yuan, but Wang Yuan found that this kind of pain, not only would not harm the soul or primordial spirit of the disciples, but could help them become more pure and solid. Afterwards, the user feedback from the disciples was prevaricated by Wang Yuan with words such as "Heaven will send a great responsibility to the people..." and "It's hard to suffer..." and other words.

Therefore, during the days when Wang Yuan was obsessed with "preaching" and was satisfied with the rapid progress of his disciples, Wang Yuan's level of terror in the hearts of the disciples at Huamo Peak also increased rapidly.Even if Wang Yuan went to retreat, the shadow of "teaching" rooted in his soul would never be erased.

"Then there is no other way, we can only wait!" Chang Wu said regretfully when he saw that his senior brother Lu didn't "sacrifice his life for justice" without thinking about it.

"Uh, let's wait. Anyway, those temples that collect materials are very quick to do things. It won't take long for the next batch of materials to come." Lu Qingzhi, who knew that he would not be able to explain to his brothers and sisters when he went back, simply said Sit tight in your seat.

But looking at those files and documents that seemed to never be finished, Lu Qingzhi became agitated for a while. Before he entered the practice, he was a prodigal son. Not at all eye-catching.

"Senior Brother Tang, Brother Chang, I said that those outer disciples should have finished their investigation, don't you have any impression of them?" After stacking and pushing down a large pile of jade slips, I felt extremely boring after playing for a while Lu Qingzhi asked as soon as he rolled his eyes.

"Why do you ask this? Don't you never care about this?" Tang Zhong and Chang Wu raised their heads at the same time, and looked at Lu Qingzhi suspiciously.

"There are quite a few disciples in our generation. With Master's unsullied nature and untiring nature, do you think the old man will let us take in disciples?"

"what do you mean?"

"The master has something to do, and the disciples do his best. I think it's time for these mundane affairs to change hands. Don't you think so?!"

(End of this chapter)