white head demon

Around him, there were endless muffled thunder sounds.

Distinguish carefully, and you can find that all the muffled thunder sounds are intertwined together, and the heavy and heavy words "the way of heaven is brilliant, my way is not alone", it seems that these eight words have turned into thunder, resounding throughout the world. In this piece of heaven and earth.

Kara...

When Fang Cun looked up, he seemed to see streaks of lightning flashing across the sky!

At this moment, it seems that some kind of power is traveling through endless time and space, traversing the land of Great Xia, and rushing towards Fang Zhai.

It was an endless thunder of darkness, covering the sky like a spider web, and then falling from the nine heavens.

One after another, they slashed towards me. Under the endless divine thunder, I was an ordinary person, and I was a mortal like an ant. It seemed that every terrifying divine thunder could strike me down. gotta smash.

Not only himself, but the entire Fang Zhai, as well as everyone in the Fang Zhai, were smashed to pieces.

Facing this situation, he didn't even have the slightest strength to struggle.

Even Fang Cun couldn't help feeling a great panic in his heart, a sense of powerlessness in the face of unknown fear.

In his urgency, he did only two things.

The first thing is to put the inkstone on the desk on the top left of the desk, in a faintly visible rune.

The second thing is to pick up the old umbrella beside him and put it on top of his head.

Chapter 5

Fang Zhai is the largest house in Liuhu City, with two stone lions at the entrance.

A tilt of the head, a grin!

When the people in Liuhu City saw it, they all said that the second son of the Fang family was not serious, and these two stone lions were not serious either.

Young ladies and wives who pass by Fangfu will always say that they always feel that the two lions are staring at them with malicious intent.

However, countless people have touched them in the middle of the night, and they are two stone lions, not alive.

But when Fang Cun placed the inkstone on the upper left side of the book case, the two stone lions seemed to have undergone some changes. Fang's house, however, has faintly changed.

The house is still the same house, but it seems a little unreal.

It was also at this time that Fang Cun came to the yard holding an umbrella.

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The umbrella is a very ordinary-looking old umbrella, with black oilcloth as the surface and black paulownia wood as the handle. There is no pattern on it, which looks old and worn out. On the handle of the umbrella, horizontal and vertical lines are engraved.

Each line represents a monster or evil cultivator that Fang Cun once killed. Since he was 14 years old, he has been looking for these monsters lurking in Liuhu City, and then either through killers or through some An unknown method sent these monsters to hell. Strictly speaking, almost none of these monsters died at his hands, but they all died because of him.

Slaying demons and demons to save the people is a merit.

This umbrella is an umbrella with endless merit.

"Kickkick..."

The divine thunder rolled down, hit the black umbrella, and then collapsed invisible.

This ordinary old umbrella, which seems inconspicuous at all, can actually support those divine thunders at this time.

In other words, it was not the old umbrella that supported the divine thunder, but the merits on the umbrella supported the divine thunder.

Fang Cun could feel that as the divine thunder fell, something invisible was dispersing from the umbrella, but at the same time as it disperse, it also helped him to block these things that seemed to contain endless destruction, evil, and chaos. Crazy and strange gods and mines annihilated each other...

The seemingly real and illusory scene made Fang Cun not know whether he was in reality or illusion, and only felt that he was experiencing a nightmare.

The continuous divine thunder seemed to fall endlessly, and he didn't know when he would wake up from the dream.

"There is no reward in the world, good and evil I know myself!"

Fortunately, just when he felt that his whole mind was about to collapse and his brain was about to split open, the dark divine thunder above his head gradually weakened, and under the endless divine thunder, a huge ray suddenly appeared in the sky. The list, the list is so big that it seems to cover the whole world, it is full of words one after another, like names of people, like records, exuding endless fierce power.

Fang Cun tried his best to look at the top of the list, trying to read the writing on it clearly.

But during this glance, he only saw the first line of writing: the way of heaven is brilliant, my way is not alone!

At the same time he saw these eight characters clearly, the list suddenly fell down.

At this moment, it seemed that the entire sky had fallen, and it just landed on the top of Fangcun's head.

That weight seemed to crush him!

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"call……"

Fang Cun woke up suddenly, he saw that he was still in the study, and he had just held the old umbrella in his hand.

"That was just now..."

Thinking of the hallucinations that appeared in the previous dream, he felt that he couldn't even breathe.

"Is it really just a dream?"

Fang Cun had a very strange feeling in his heart, but at the moment when this thought arose, he suddenly felt that his eyes had become dark again, as if he was staring straight into the endless night, but in the darkness in front of him, However, a scroll emerged from the depths of the darkness, and unfolded silently, one after another, simple and vigorous characters began to appear on it.

The merit spectrum of heaven.

Liuhu is a square inch, and the innate spirit is two inches ninety-eight.

After that, there is the word merit and virtue, and after merit, there are slightly smaller handwritings that slowly manifest.

Six thousand thoughts!

And the number of six thousand thoughts is slowly changing, and finally becomes three thousand thoughts.

"This is……"

Fang Cun was slightly stunned, and soon felt that countless thoughts had arisen in his heart.

This thought, like a scroll emanating from it, poured into my heart actively. It was a very strange feeling. As the thought entered my heart and slowly melted away, I naturally understood many things, deeply imprinted on it. in my heart...

"Heavenly Dao Merit Spectrum..."

"Transform merit, reverse cause and effect..."

"..."

"..."

"This...is this brother's golden finger?"

On Fang Cun's face, some subtle expressions gradually appeared.

My elder brother really put his biggest secret in this letter!

He also finally understood why his elder brother had written to him so badly before, ordering him to kill demons and be kind to others!

It turned out that he was already ready to pass this secret on to himself!

It turned out that in order to inherit the merit spectrum of the Dao of Heaven, in addition to repeatedly chanting the eight-character mantra, one also needs to go through this strange test.

If I didn't have these merits of killing demons and demons in my daily life, I might have been struck to death by that weird divine lightning just now, right?

Focusing on the word merit, he can even see where these merits come from.

There are three monsters in the White Demon Creek in the south of Liuhu City, counting [-] readings.

Liu Xuan, the thief of Chifen Ridge, counted four hundred thoughts.

Zheng Lin, the demon cultivator of Beigong, counted [-] thoughts!

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These are all monsters that Fang Cun used to get rid of.

He had done these things in a very secretive way before.

The people in Liuhu City only knew that these demons who had caused harm to one side had been eliminated, but no one knew that these things had something to do with the second son of the Fang family.

There are rumors in the previous life that people have done good deeds, even if no one knows about it, they have accumulated negative virtue and will be rewarded with good fortune.

If you do evil things, even if you hide them from the world, you will damage your morality, and sooner or later there will be evil rewards.

These words are more like comforting people, good people don't live long, and there are many things that harm people for thousands of years.

But I didn't expect that in this world, such a treasure actually appeared, which can convert the things I have done into merit, and display it on this weird scroll, as if it is some kind of reward. The calculation is very clear.

Before, he relied on these merits to resist the dark thunder, passed the test, and finally inherited the merit spectrum of the heavenly way.

This is the reason why I can get the merit spectrum of heaven.

Others, even if they can discover the secrets in the letter, cannot withstand this test.

Or in other words, if one's own merits are not so much, it is impossible to get a glimpse of the mystery of the letter.

Fang Cun couldn't tell the exact reason, he only knew that his elder brother specially sent this letter to him, hiding a mystery in it, and after triggering the mystery, he had to go through such a terrifying test, it must be the case that all the circumstances All expected.

"Fang Chi, Fang Chi, could this be the secret of your genius brother becoming a genius..."

After a long time, his mind moved slightly, the darkness in front of his eyes dissipated, the scroll disappeared, he was still holding the letter in his hand, dazed, as if nothing had happened, only the tide was rushing in his heart, and his thoughts were rising and falling : "Three years ago, you started to let me, a child who just turned 14, go to kill those fierce and terrifying monsters, just for this?"

"You arranged for me to get rid of the demon early on, and you wrote this letter before entering the Eternal Night Wasteland. You hid such a mystery..."

"Is it because you already knew that you would not be able to return from the wasteland?"

"..."

"..."

Through these arrangements, Fang Cun got a glimpse of some of his brother's experiences.

Suddenly, he also seemed to have a vague understanding that perhaps his elder brother had long expected that such a day would come to him!

But since it has been expected, why not find a way to avoid it?

He shook his head helplessly, but fell into a kind of trance for a while.

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"The innate qi is two inches ninety-eight, is this my talent?"

That afternoon, Fang Cun did not continue to read the letter, but locked it in a drawer, stroked his forehead and felt sad for a while, then went to comfort his parents, and asked the housekeeper to prepare for his brother's funeral. Abnormal.

It wasn't until late at night that he lay back on the couch that he closed his eyes and continued to study the merit list of the Heavenly Dao.

Looking at the innate aura displayed, he was slightly curious.

Before that, he only used the simple method of holding his breath and running, and roughly measured it, but he didn't know his specific innate aura.

Now, the merit spectrum of the Dao of Heaven has directly manifested to me...

Two inches and ninety-eight inches, two points worse than the Baixiang Academy's standard for selecting apprentices, it's really not that good...

Of course, that was before.

Now, since there is a spectrum of merits and virtues of the Dao of Heaven...

Fang Cun slowly savored the thought of putting the Heavenly Dao Merit Book into his own sea of ​​consciousness before, and after comprehending, he slowly stretched out a finger and probed into the void. In fact, he slowly pointed his finger at the front of his eyes The numbers on the merit spectrum.

"Consume my merits, make up my innate..."

He meditated in his heart, and lightly tapped the number with his finger.

Soon, he saw that the number of merits and virtues of three thousand was changing, and became two thousand and seven hundred.

And his own innate energy suddenly rose, from two inches nine eight to three inches and one inch.

Fang Cun blinked his eyes, and was calculating the conversion standard here, and then he felt a cool air flow, entering the body from the forehead, and then it turned into a billowing warm current, soaking the whole body, merging into the blood, and then following The flow of blood quickly traveled all over his body, and the countless pores all over his body seemed to be opened at this time, blending with the Qi mechanism between heaven and earth.

It's really indescribable.

It's like killing ten cans of Red Bull in one go, and it's like soaking in a 42-degree pool for half an hour.

"Is this the feeling of changing one's innate energy?"

Fang Cun himself was a little stunned: "It's like a 50-year-old weak uncle who suddenly returned to the [-]-year-old little brother..."

Fang Cun was inexplicably excited for a moment.