I use myths to create immortality

Chapter 24: Clouds, wind and fog rise, startling ghosts and gods
"Just use it as it is." Ji Yuan said, hanging the two golden whips aside.

The mysterious skills passed down by Qing Si only have three simple martial arts moves, but they simplify the complex. As long as you understand the key to using the strength, you can transform it into boxing, body movements, swordsmanship, and stick techniques.

Naturally, it can also be transformed into whip and mace techniques.

However, no matter what kind of weapon it is, it requires practice and familiarity.

Ji Yuan planned to find time later to practice whip techniques to protect himself and defeat demons.

Then he rolled up the fur of the strange animal and put it into his sleeve.

The wind bag is a mythical treasure; it is certainly not easy to cultivate it.

What's more, magic weapons are the carriers of supernatural powers.

Ji Yuan obtained the true method of sacrifice and the true talisman of [Wind Bag] sacrifice, but he has not yet fully comprehended it.

"Master, the broth is ready!" A strong man outside the meditation room asked cautiously.

Ji Yuan stood up and pushed the door open. A strong man in a green scarf was holding a tray with a bowl of steaming broth on it, which was filled with fragrance.

“Let me try it.” Ji Yuan picked up the bowl and took a sip. It tasted extremely delicious, and a faint trace of spiritual energy penetrated into his body.

Ji Yuan's eyes lit up, he picked up the whole bowl and finished it in one gulp.

"Bring me another big basin."

"Yes!" Li Shi was delighted to see that he liked it, and quickly turned around to go to the kitchen to get some soup.

Soon, another full bowl was brought in. Ji Yuan did not shy away from eating. He picked up his chopsticks and ate heartily. Soon, he had finished the whole bowl of minced exotic beast meat.

The strong men were stunned and stuck out their tongues and bit their fingers.

"He must be the reincarnation of a starving ghost, he can eat so much." Yin Yaoer laughed.

Those strong men with big arms and waists could only eat one bowl each; even though Yin Yaoer had trained her magic power, she could only eat half a bowl.

But Ji Yuan ate it by the bowl, which was really amazing.

In fact, ever since Ji Yuan mastered the Mysterious Art of Gods and Demons, if he really wanted to eat as much as he wanted, eating ten sheep a day would not be a joke.

After all, the mysterious skills of gods and demons can strengthen the qi and blood of the five internal organs, and the digestive ability exceeds that of ordinary people by more than ten or a hundred times.

But he only ate one bowl of this exotic beast meat, about ten pounds, and then he felt his stomach slightly bloated and could not eat any more.

Perhaps it is because it contains spiritual energy and a huge amount of essence.

Ji Yuan didn't bother to chat with them. After eating the exotic beast meat, he hurried back to the quiet room, sat cross-legged and practiced his internal energy to refine it.

The minced meat turned into faint spiritual energy and a large amount of essence, filling the body.

...

Soon, seven or eight days passed.

The strong men ate the meat of the strange beast every day. Not only did their injuries heal, they also felt energetic and their bodies became stronger, as if they had endless strength.

Ji Yuan ate a bowl of exotic beast meat every day, and finally ate the whole body of the golden-eyed camel, including its internal organs and blood.

In the quiet room, Ji Yuan opened his eyes, and a gleam of light seemed to flash in his eyes.

"The Zhao family is truly a wealthy family. I wonder how many magical herbs this strange beast has been fed. I ate half of it, and it gave me the magic power I need for half a year!"

A wisp of magical power circulates throughout the body, seeming to be inside the body, and yet outside the body, extremely mysterious.

When spread out, it can have an impact over dozens of miles.

When retracted into the body, it nourishes the vitality of the internal organs; immortals use this to maintain longevity.

If you absorb the essence of the heaven, earth, sun and moon every day, with another half a year of effort, you will be able to refine this strand of magic power into a complete one.

A monk cultivates his magic power, and one complete line of magic power is counted as one year of magic power.

"Ling Xuan Gui Zhi" records: People who practice cultivation, regardless of their aptitude and constitution, should absorb the Qi of the heaven, earth, sun and moon, and work hard day and night for 365 days. For every grain of innate essence added every moment, their life span will increase by one year.

The so-called [innate essence] is magic power; [adding one grain at a time] is a kind of magic power.

"How about trying some magic." Ji Yuan stood up.

The [Wind Bag] Talisman is extremely mysterious. Ji Yuan has been trying to comprehend it for several days but has not yet understood the mystery.

However, with the help of the Wind Bag Forbidden Talisman, he was able to comprehend some of the mysteries of the simpler [Talisman for summoning clouds and praying for rain].

Ji Yuanyun used a trace of magic power in his body to his fingertips, and pointed his fingertips into the air, outlining a pattern in the air.

Strands of invisible energy condensed into talismans in the air.

In the outside sky, above Youlan Garden, wisps of clouds gradually gathered. Wind and fog rolled in, and smoke and dust swept through the courtyard.

But at this moment, in the quiet room, the talisman that Ji Yuan drew in the empty space in front of him suddenly collapsed.

"Although I have had magic power for half a year, my merits and magic power are too shallow. It is far from the level of making talismans out of thin air and casting spells without objects." Ji Yuan's expression did not change, and he was not surprised by this.

The true talisman was stripped out from the Great Dao by the immortals; it contains the supreme mystery of the Great Dao of heaven and earth.

If one could write out of thin air, then the breadth of his magical powers would be unfathomable; if one could do as Linghe Zhenren said, by spitting a few times, an area of ​​thousands of miles would become a swamp, and it would rain for months.

In fact, there are very few monks who can truly reach this level.

Those with less attainments would write talismans on iron plates, bamboo slips or yellow paper; they could only summon clouds, mist, rain and dew.

Those with higher attainments could point their finger and heavy rain would fall for miles around. That was all.

Taoist Lingxuan has practiced the [Fire Flame Talisman] for hundreds of years. Wherever he raises his finger, a fire dragon of dozens of feet long will sweep across, burning mountains, boiling rocks, melting gold and breaking iron.

This is already considered a senior master with extraordinary attainments.

However, Ji Yuan's [True Talisman for Summoning Clouds and Praying for Rain] happens to counteract the [True Talisman for Divine Fire Flame] practiced by Xuan Daoren.

In Xuanwei Sect, it is said that there are more than 3,000 kinds of magic like this. If each kind of magic is practiced to a high level, it can lead to the great way.

Such as the fire avoidance method, the water entry method, the flying feathers and thousands of arrows method, the thunder-strike and ghost-shaking method, the summoning method, the mysterious light blinding method, the breath-generating wind method, the head-reconnecting and immortality method, the fairy vine method, the cloud-ladder ascending method, the invisibility method, etc.

Ji Yuan stood up and walked to the incense table in the quiet room.

The incense table is dedicated to the [Xuanwei Yujing Patriarch]; on the table, there are cinnabar, brushes, and talisman paper.

Ji Yuan mixed cinnabar with strong liquor, dipped the brush into the cinnabar, and mobilized a wisp of magical power to attach it to the brush.

The body and the outside world are in harmony, and the pen in hand moves like a dragon.
The mysterious energy of heaven and earth follows the ink, brush and cinnabar and falls into the talisman.

After a moment, the talisman was completed and the pen was put down.

Ji Yuan observed the yellow talisman. He could sense that strands of magical power were gathering on the talisman paper and sealing it.

This time, it should be successful.

“How about giving it a try?” Ji Yuan picked up the yellow talisman with his fingertips and lit it above the candles on the incense table.

The talisman burned out with a bang, and the magic power followed the cinnabar mark and turned into an invisible talisman.

"Whoosh..." Suddenly, in the quiet room, the wind blew violently, causing the prayer flags on the altar to flutter.

Above Youlan Garden, dozens of miles of clouds and mist gathered rapidly under the pull of magical talismans, and suddenly the sky became dark.

"Huh? Why did dark clouds suddenly appear out of nowhere?" The boy who was sweeping the lawn looked puzzled.

"Yeah, the sky was clear just now, what happened?" Danchai Lishi looked up blankly.

The ground was whistling, smoke and dust were rising, and wind and fog were sweeping in.

"It's going to rain! Put away the clothes!"

"Wind! Such a strong weird wind!!"

"How could there be a sudden cold wind in this fairyland?"

The wind and clouds gradually swept across the entire Taoist temple, and Taoists, strong men, children, and servants all gathered together in fear.

In the quiet room, Ji Yuan closed his eyes slightly, and his thoughts and magical power seemed to extend into the void, turning into the sacred power to control the wind, fog, clouds and rain.

In the sky, a group of dark clouds hundreds of feet high gathered, and as they collided, strands of lightning and arcs flashed.

On the ground, a gust of wind blew, and sand and stones flew everywhere.

But there came a good storm.

The wind blows softly, and leaves fall in the air; the clouds roll in and the sky becomes dark.
Dust was scattered all over the ground.

The wind makes it difficult for the mountain birds to roost, and their chirping is so loud; the fish and shrimps in the well are jumping around uncontrollably.

The doors and windows of the east and west pavilions are falling off, and the ghosts and gods are angry in the corridors in front and behind
The vases in the Patriarch's Hall were blown to the ground; the incense burners fell over and the ashes splashed out; the candle holders were askew and the candle flames were horizontal; the banners, pagodas and canopies were all shaken and torn apart, and the bell and drum towers were shaken to their roots.

Those Taoists and children could not tell east from west, south from north. They felt that everything in front of them was pitch black and they could not see their fingers. Their bodies were swaying and they could not stand steadily. They were all very frightened.

"Could it be that some great demon king came to our Taoist temple today to seek revenge?"

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