Refining Demons to Become a Taoist: Refining 108,000 Insects at the Beginning.

Chapter 46: Ghost Fire in the Wind

By the time Master Su Yuan's clone recovered from his stiffness and sluggishness, it was already too late.

He had entered Chen Ming's white bone magic jar and fell into the blood beads in the jar, his spiritual power being continuously drained away.

But it was after all the incarnation of a cultivator in the Concentrated Mind Realm, and it kept struggling, causing the White Bone Demon Pot to tremble violently.

Chen Ming mobilized his magic power and chanted a spell. Five-colored light flashed behind him and suppressed the white bone magic jar.

After a stalemate lasting three days, the clone of Su Yuan Zhenren was finally completely refined by the White Bone Magic Pot and turned into a worm emitting purple light in the blood bead of the magic pot.

"Good bug, good bug! This bug can be a great help against cultivators in the Concentrated Spirit Realm!"

Chen Ming collected the five-colored light, held the white bone magic jar in his hand and said.

The Blue Lotus Monk also restrained his magical powers and said, "Hey, fellow Taoist's magical powers have improved rapidly and have become more powerful!"

"Thanks to the divine monk's secret action, otherwise it would not be so easy to refine the clone of Su Yuan Zhenren!" Chen Ming said.

Unexpectedly, the Blue Lotus Monk didn't know whether he was pretending or it was caused by his magical power. He said with a confused look on his face: "What does it have to do with me? I just read a passage of scripture."

"Are you talking about Su Yuan Zhenren from the Shen Xiao Sect?"

"I have never seen any Su Yuan Zhenren. Could it be that someone from Shen Xiao Sect has been here, but I didn't see him?"

The Blue Lotus Monk spoke seriously, without a trace of falsehood.

Chen Ming secretly clicked his tongue: "How can this be the Blue Lotus Divine Monk? He is clearly a demon monk. I don't know how he cultivated his Buddhist teachings..."

"By the way, didn't fellow Taoist invite me to watch the ceremony and see the old crow enter the temple and become a deity? Why is there no trace of the old crow?" asked the Blue Lotus Monk puzzledly.

Chen Ming was shocked, and he began to understand why the Blue Lotus Monk, who had reached the state of concentration, was so easily affected by the magical power of Fairy Yuan Zhen and had his memory obscured.

It turned out that his own ability to obscure his senses caused him to lose his memory, and if he used it too often, it would have an impact.

"That old crow..."

Before Chen Ming finished his words, a wind suddenly blew in the temple.

The wind was blowing loudly, getting stronger and stronger, and finally howling.

Finally, a "quack" cry was suddenly heard in the strong wind.

Then, a faint green soul fire burned in the wind, and a small crow flew out from the wind and fire.

The crow opened its mouth and sucked in the wind and fire into its stomach. Its body then swelled up, revealing a young man with black hair, black eyes and black clothes.

However, there was murderous intent in the young man's eyes, and he held a bone staff in his hand, on which a faint green soul fire was burning. It was obvious that he was not a good person.

"Fellow Daoist Wuhun?"

Chen Ming swept his mind and called out.

The young man said in a hoarse voice, "It's me. My path is clear and the past is gone!"

"Well, Daoist Wuhun has been reborn in Nirvana amidst the wind and fire, and has realized the Dao. This is cause for celebration. I look forward to your continued concentration in the future!"

Chen Ming saw clearly that after this life-and-death ordeal, the black soul's character had changed and it was no longer the timid ghost cultivator it used to be.

The black soul that was reborn from Nirvana was full of murderous intent, and even his appearance became that of a teenager.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for saving me!" Wu Hun bowed to Chen Ming and said.

Chen Ming accepted Wuhun's gift and said, "This time, we have offended the Shenxiao Sect severely. What are your plans next, Daoist Fellow Wuhun?"

The reason for asking this is that although Wu Hun has been reborn from the ashes and has greatly improved in strength, he is still at the visualization realm after all. If someone from the Shenxiao Sect who is at the concentration realm comes looking for him, Wu Hun will still find it difficult to resist.

Wuhun said: "My way is to cultivate through killing. I don't have a physical body. As long as the killing intent in my heart is not extinguished, it can be condensed in the wind and fire, and my strength will be further improved!"

"I will stay in Jinyang City and become the god of this temple with my ghost body!" "Whoever comes to kill me, as long as my mind is not dead, I will fight to the death. If I can't defeat the Concentrated Spirit Monk, their disciples will never have peace!"

What Wuhun said was true, but the path to Nirvana that he understood still had flaws.

Although it will be re-condensed after each death, its murderous nature will increase and its strength will become stronger, but its lifespan will be reduced by sixty years. When the lifespan is over, it will die completely.

But this is Wuhun's own secret and he will never tell it out.

Chen Ming thought to himself that this black soul had gone from one extreme to another.

In the future, he will become a terrifying and difficult demon.

However, Chen Ming has no prejudice against this, as he himself is often regarded as a devil or monster.

In Chen Ming's mind, no matter whether it is the righteous path or the evil path, the methods they practice are nothing more than external means.

Keep the bottom line in your heart, and don't worry about the evil means, Buddha and devil are just a thought!

The Blue Lotus Monk was standing aside, and when he saw the two demons, Chen Ming and Wuhun, talking happily to each other, he nodded secretly.

The Buddhism he practiced was somewhat biased and he had developed his own school of thought. He quite agreed with the way of killing that Wuhun had comprehended.

"Fellow Daoist Wuhun, since you have made up your mind, just lay the foundation. Divine Monk Lanlian and I will watch the ceremony here!" Chen Ming said.

"it is good!"

The black soul responded and flew onto the altar.

He chanted a spell, and the wind soothed the soul, emitting mysterious auras that fell on Jinyang City.

The people in the city felt the soothing energy in the wind, as if they had found a sense of belonging. They were moved and burned incense, which intertwined with the mysterious breath and returned to the temple.

"Divine Domain Dojo, open!"

Wuhun shouted loudly, and the mysterious aura interwoven with incense condensed and transformed into a divine Taoist temple.

All the faith and incense of Jinyang City were poured into it and used by the Black Soul.

The aura emanating from Wu Hun surged, and he used the rich incense to refine it into a divine body, but it still couldn't conceal his sharp murderous intent.

His murderous nature flowed into Jinyang City along with the incense. The people in the city were influenced by him, and their eyes and brows showed a little more bloodiness than before.

"The ways of the gods have a profound impact on mortals!"

Chen Ming sensed the changing atmosphere in the city, which was quite different from the Minping tribe that believed in auspicious gods, and couldn't help but sigh.

“Today I entered the temple to practice, and two seniors in the Concentrated Spirit Realm came to watch the ceremony. Wu Hun is all alone and has no way to repay them.

This is a magical power I gained during my nirvana, called 'Ghost Fire in the Wind'. I will give it to you two seniors as a thank you gift!"

Two "Ghost Fires in the Wind" condensed in Wuhun's hands and handed them to Chen Ming and the Blue Lotus Monk.

Those two "ghost fires in the wind" are not simple. They contain the meaning of the black soul's sudden enlightenment of the way of killing and nirvana, which is very strange.

This kind of sudden enlightenment is also quite precious to the cultivators in the Concentration State. They may be able to comprehend new magical powers from it and further improve their strength.

Although it is only a very small possibility, it is also very rare.

The Blue Lotus Monk sensed the characteristics of the ghost fire in the wind, and felt that it seemed to be of great use to him in the future!
He collected it solemnly, put his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist Wuhun!"

Chen Ming looked at the "Ghost Fire in the Wind" and his mind moved. He started counting with his fingers.

After a while, Chen Ming handed the "Ghost Fire in the Wind" back to Wuhun and said, "I'll leave this flame here for now, Taoist friend!
In the future, when a young man named Qin Yuyan who can practice with the power of fire comes, Daoist Wuhun will just give this flame to him!
But, Brother Wuhun, please don’t tell him, I left it to him.”

(End of this chapter)