Chapter 416

Once the red eyebrow ghost died, there was nothing left except a withered body. His side door flying sword was tempered into iron juice by Chen ang. The two red eyebrow insects were changed by the devil and were tempered together. Only a handful of poisonous sand remained, but Chen ang didn't pay attention to it and was ready to melt away with his body.

Finally, only a bag of treasure bags was left, which was still of some value.

The red eyebrow ghost is a side door magic power, and the refined treasure bag is not large. It contains some gold and silver and a mental skill supplemented by their own cultivation. It seems that most of their family assets are still in their hidden cave.

Chen ang pinched his fingers and counted. Jingming hasn't finished yet. Besides, since Chen Ang's calculation, the doom of mountain shooting ghosts has been triggered in advance. Now the red eyebrow ghost is dead, hidden by the secret of heaven, and the bald ghost can't detect anything. Chen ang took out the original mental skill and read it slowly in his hand.

This is a unique mental skill of wandering immortals from other sects. It's still some skills, but it's not complete. It seems that Liu Tang didn't get the second volume of this mental skill, so he had to fill it with other skills collected by his family, and trained a good number of other sects to become an evil magic power.

From the perspective of this mind method, this expert of the side door seems to be a careless character. Naturally, the Dharma formula inherited by the predecessors of this kind of scattered cultivation will not be as orderly as the inheritance of famous schools, as rigorous as teaching textbooks, but as personal practice notes, full of various authors' personal feelings, feelings and even essays.

The elder left behind is even worse. He has mixed a large number of obscure and vague sentences and expressions in his spiritual cultivation. It seems that he even has problems with his expression ability. He actually uses his hometown dialect, mixed with local words, and occupies a large space.

The most troublesome thing is that this is still a secret script handed down from the Tang Dynasty. Many expressions contain ancient meaning. In addition, there is only half a volume of inheritance. Chen ang can imagine Liu Tang's despair and madness when he comprehends this book.

The IQ of monks is not low. Even if a pig reaches the realm of Sanxian, it is also a pig with Taoism.

But IQ has nothing to do with expression ability. A secret script written by an old Qin friar in Guanzhong with high IQ in the dialect of the Tang Dynasty makes a Sichuan friar in the late Ming Dynasty who is not flexible. It is really no different from the book of heaven.

"This is a tragedy caused by the lack of language!" Chen ang looked at Liu Tang's Annotation on mental skills. The confusion between the lines, a large number of fallacies and misreading, coupled with the argot of Tan Xuan Taoist in the Tang Dynasty, and the evolution of the characters in the process of historical spread, all deeply explained how the once naive monk was hurt when interpreting this practice note.

For Chen ang, who has 18 liberal arts degrees, is proficient in the secret inheritance of ancient Chinese culture and Taoism, and has an amazing IQ, this kind of thing is naturally plain and straightforward, and the literary meaning is simple. He can even complete the second half of the lost secret books with his excellent insight. The mystery will only be on the original book.

But for the heretics without inheritance, this is an insurmountable natural moat.

"It seems that monks without inheritance in any world are very difficult!" Chen ang sighed. "In fact, this is a clear and clear mental method. If you encounter pre ancient characters, or Tianfu tadpole characters, dragon Zhang Feng seal characters, tortoise pattern birds and eroded oracle bones, I'm afraid you are blind and have such a low understanding. No wonder you will enter the side door."

After reading this mental skill, Chen ang put it back into the treasure bag. Now he realizes why the authentic Xuanmen have such high requirements for qualification. Even the dragon, Zhang, Feng, seal, turtle, bird, scribe and oracle bones can't understand it out of thin air. Do you still want to practice? IQ is so low, you'd better go down the mountain to take the first place!

In the annotation of mental skills, there are also a large number of Taoist books and truths searched by the red eyebrow ghost Liu Tang. Most of them are small and half claws, mixed with magic and miscellaneous practices. There are even non-standard techniques in the world, such as soul altar and zhuyou. Blood sacrifice is always needed to give birth to souls. The most brilliant is just some scattered inheritance of the Wutai sect. Compared with the book "Taoist collection miscellaneous photography and wonderful use of Yang talisman and divine Scriptures" in the Taoist temple Be smart, but it's also not in the market.

Chen ang closed his eyes, put the Tianhe mana out on his head and turned it into a piece to quench the vitality of the Japanese essence. At the same time, he thought about the broken demon Changming lamp flame and continued to quench it with mana. The spirit flame was polluted, but it had more spiritual opportunities. After Chen Ang's mana was quenched, its essence increased. It seemed that there was a pollution stimulus that could overcome it, but it made its essence more magical.

After such two hours, Chen Ang's mind moved. Chen ang practiced in the sunset cave more than ten miles away, and the crane feather fell from the air and killed the bald ghost.

At this time, the bald ghost has broken the ban and is preparing to commit murder, but monk Jingming is entangled by a black fog in the distance.

Meng Nvxian, who was greatly weakened, was unable to resist. When she closed her eyes and waited for her death, the feathers of the right wing of the white crane around her lit up slightly and rose in the air. Driven by Chen ang, who was far away in Qixia Temple, she killed the traitor.

The mana attached to the feather was still insufficient after killing the bald ghost. It exploded into a pile of feather debris. The mana turned into a sword. It was invisible and colorless. In the dark, the black fog was hurt seriously. Jingming took the opportunity to overwhelm it and left a copper ring.

Chen angnian moved with his heart, turned his body into a rainbow, and stood at the door of the sunset cave. For people like him, the mountain road of tens of miles is the rise and fall of ideas. The distant Jingming monk was also wrapped by a group of glass flame and rushed to Chen ang.

Jingming shook his head and said with a wry smile, "fortunately, Taoist friends have other preparations, otherwise I will suffer a great loss! I only said that this is the fate of the little girl Meng. Unexpectedly, there is my fate in it. I escaped the fire disaster of filling the sea eye, but there are still the aftereffects of this time. I was entangled by my enemies and almost missed the big event."

"Your opponent doesn't seem to be a good way." Chen ang said with a smile: "he happened to be hit by my sword and has my sword Qi. How about I take the opportunity to kill him and help you get rid of a trouble?"

"Never..." Jingming refused with a bitter smile. "Although my younger martial brother has gone astray, he has not done any great evil. I still want to work hard to make him better. You must not send him to reincarnation."

With the effort of the two of them, the owner of the sunset cave finally packed up and drove out.

The Meng fairy changed her clothes. Although her face was tired, she could not hide her natural beauty. She is not tall and has a delicate figure, but she is rarely decent and has no family spirit. Although she looks ashamed in the face of Jingming and Chen ang, she does not wriggle. She deeply salutes and apologizes with a bit of Shyness: "Meng Xiashang, thank you for your help. Xiashang has been in a magic barrier before and failed to live up to master Jingming's kindness. I hope you will forgive me a lot. Don't blame me for being stubborn."