The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

The lighter that Mashan was talking about was certainly not the lighter for lighting cigarettes, but the magic formula of Samadhi True Fire performed by Weilundra.

Shoujue told Mashan that this fire was extraordinary, and the key was that it could resonate with his soul lamp. If he could obtain this secret, it might be beneficial to the soul lamp and allow his cultivation to reach a higher level.

Of course, the magic formula cannot be taken out and placed on the table, and Weirendra will not give the magic formula to Mashan easily. Mashan just wants to use this to test where Weirendra's fire control technique came from.

Velendra was stunned for a moment, then he started laughing.

"Mr. Ma," he said, still pretending to be a gentleman, "I may disappoint you. I don't have a lighter. If you are talking about the Fire of the Abyss, then I tell you, this is my innate ability, because I was born from the Fire of the Abyss. It is deeply engraved in my genes and moves with my will. No one can take it away."

"Fire of the Abyss..." Ma Shan muttered the name, which was in line with the characteristics of this kind of fire. The scorching sun contained the extremely yin energy from the abyss.

However, Red Boy's words still exposed his young age and lack of cultivation.

It is engraved in the genes and moves at will. This should be Red Boy's own understanding, but in Ma Shan's view, this is just a misunderstanding of talent by a child who does not understand science.

Just like many young people, they are very successful at a young age and think that this is their talent and what they deserve. As a result, they develop a very high self-esteem and become proud and rebellious.

But in fact, most of these people are just born into a good family and have obtained starting conditions and growth environment that others simply cannot get.

Velendra is a typical example.

If it were in the past, Ma Shan might have regarded Weirendra as a genius who was born to master the divine fire. However, after being deeply influenced by Li Muchen's Dao thought, he had already understood that no one in this world was born a god. If there was, there must be another god hidden behind him.

We see Him in the clouds, but that is only because He is standing on the shoulders of the gods.

This is what is called destiny.

Ma Shan also knows Samadhi True Fire.

Samadhi is originally a Buddhist word, also known as Samadhi. It is a method of great concentration. When the body and mind are greatly concentrated, the true fire in the body will be activated.

Taoism does not have the concept of Samadhi, but only Taiyi True Flame. The true fire that Li Muchen used at the beginning was also the Taiyi magic. However, due to the merger of Buddhism and Taoism in China many times, and the practice of the Great Dao, all methods are understood, the name of Samadhi True Fire has also become commonly used.

However, Mashan's true fire still relies on the great concentration of Samadhi to activate, unlike Weirendra who can activate it with just a thought, as if he was born with the ability.

Ma Shan also tried to use the soul lamp as a seed to activate the true fire, but unfortunately there was always something missing.

"Don't tease me, no one is born with the ability to cast spells, unless you are a saint, or not a human at all." Ma Shan looked at Red Boy with a smile, as if asking, which one are you?

"You are right, I am the reincarnation of a saint." Velendra said without hiding anything, his face brimming with confidence.

Ma Shan was a little confused, not knowing whether to admire the child's confidence or give him a thumbs up for his thick skin. But one thing is certain, the child's parents must be shameless. If the parents hadn't told him that he was the reincarnation of a saint, how could the child believe it?

"A saint's reincarnation!" Ma Shan pretended to be surprised. "I heard that when a saint is born, there must be strange phenomena. When you were born, I guess the room was filled with red light and white snakes were circling the bed?"

Velendra laughed loudly, "That's nothing! Three hundred years ago, there were rumors that a saint would appear three hundred years later. At that time, my mother was pregnant with me, but she couldn't give birth to me for three hundred years. It was not until three years ago that the three hundred years came and I was born successfully. At that time, the sea abyss moved strangely, dragon energy surged, and a huge crystal gate appeared at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. Do you think this is a strange phenomenon?"

Velendra was talking so excitedly that he did not notice that Suravma beside him had an unusual look on his face.

“Young Master, let’s talk about things at the gambling table. There’s no need to tell these miracles to mortals.” Surawoma reminded.

Everyone on the boat was confused and had no idea what Velendra and Mashan were talking about. Sometimes they were talking about ribs, sometimes about lighters, and sometimes about the reincarnation of saints.

Ma Shan frowned when he heard this. He believed that Weirendra was not lying. This child was proud and arrogant, and proud people usually disdain to lie.

"So, you are only three years old?" Ma Shan asked, looking at the childish face.

"Humph!" Velendra was obviously very averse to talking about his age, just like he didn't like people calling him a brat. "I have been practicing in my mother's womb for three hundred years. In terms of practice, I am already three hundred years old."

Ma Shan nodded: "Okay, then if I beat you later, it won't be considered bullying a child."

Velendra sneered, "You can tell me after you win! What do you want to play? Poker? Or dice?"

Ma Shan said with a smile: "How can a saint play with this kind of mortal stuff? If we want to play, let's play something different."

Sulawoma reminded: "Mr. Ma, this is a casino, and it has its own rules. Master, don't listen to him, we are the banker."

Mashan shrugged like Weilundra just now: "Well, children still have to listen to adults. Mortals are mortals after all, so let's play poker."

The proud Velendra flew into a rage: "Who said I was a child? I don't need to listen to anyone! Tell me, what do you want to play?"

Surawoma shook his head slightly, his face looking very ugly, but helpless.

"Well, you have guts!" Ma Shan gave him a thumbs up and praised him, "You can cast spells, and I can cast spells, so let's have a duel."

"Fighting?"

"What, are you scared?"

"Tsk, would I be afraid of you? But once my Abyss Fire is activated, everything will be reduced to ashes. I will burn you to death, even your ribs. It's not worth it."

Ma Shan said with a smile: "A fight doesn't have to be a fight to the death, it can also be a fight of words."

"Literary fight? How do you fight?"

"It's simple. You can use fire, right? Coincidentally, I can use fire too. Let's see whose fire control skill is better."

As Ma Shan spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently pried open the edge of the table, breaking off a square piece of wood. Then it split into two, and the two pieces of wood looked exactly the same.

He placed two pieces of wood on the table.

"You have one piece, I have one piece, we attack each other with fire at the same time, whoever burns the other's wood first wins."

Velendra was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that he had heard it wrongly.

Even Surawoma was surprised, because she knew very well how powerful her young master's Samadhi Abyss Fire was. Not to mention the piece of wood, even this table and even this entire hall would be reduced to ashes in a single thought.

"Are you sure it's that simple?" asked Velendra.

"It's that simple." Ma Shan answered very straightforwardly.