After the red-haired ghost taught Su Zimo the scripture secret method of this pupil technique, he warned again: "Although you have the candle light stone, you must be careful when practicing!"
"It is best to practice in the early morning and evening every day. If you practice at noon, the power of the sun will reach its peak and your eyes will not be able to bear it. You must do it step by step."
Su Zimo remembered them all in his heart.
Don't be careless about this kind of thing, don't blind your eyes by practicing it, you will really regret it.
After a while, Su Zimo made sure that nothing was missed, then stood up and left, heading towards the front yard.
The little fox stood not far away, his eyes blurred and he was dozing off.
"Go ahead."
Su Zimo rubbed the little fox's forehead and smiled.
The little fox is a demon. On this day of every month, she will come to the backyard and ask for a bowl of spiritual water from the red-haired ghost.
However, the little fox was very resistant at first, trembling with fear and refusing to obey.
It was Su Zimo who held her and sent her there in person, and the little fox gradually adapted.
Five years have passed, and what makes Su Zimo a little strange is that although the little fox has entered the alchemy path, it has never been able to transform into a human form, nor can it speak.
Su Zimo just regarded it as a unique inheritance of the fox clan and didn't think much about it.
Seeing Su Zimo return to the front yard, the little fox ran to the red-haired ghost, arched a pair of small paws, bowed to the red-haired ghost seriously, and uttered human words: " I’ve met seniors.”
The little fox's voice was melodious, charming and soft. Any male creature who heard it would probably be distracted and full of distracting thoughts.
The red-haired ghost was very calm and just nodded.
"Why have you always refused to transform into a human form?"
The red-haired ghost asked with a half-smile.
The little fox lowered his head, and a hint of blush appeared on his cheeks.
When the red-haired ghost saw it, he couldn't help laughing, and said teasingly: "You little thing, I'm afraid you're in love!"
The little fox was even more embarrassed and shook his head quickly, his little head shaking like a rattle.
The red-haired ghost laughed for a while, then put away his smile and said, "Are you thinking that as long as you stay like this, he won't drive you away?"
The little fox lowered his head and said nothing, which was regarded as acquiescence.
This is of course only one aspect.
On the other hand, the little fox knew very well that if she really transformed into a human form, she and Su Zimo might not be as close as before.
The human race pays attention to the relationship between men and women. After all, there will be an extra layer of separation between them.
Now, she could sneak into Su Zimo's arms, roll around in it and sleep soundly, act like a baby and do whatever she wanted.
The red-haired ghost curled his lips and said with an annoyed look on his face: "This kid has become a Buddhist and ordained as a monk, and he is so lucky. I didn't get this kind of treatment back then."
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Su Zimo returned to the front yard and sat on the ground, looking at the scorching sun rising slowly in the distance.
At this time, the morning sun was rising and the light was not too bright yet, so he had to hurry up and practice.
Su Zimo took a deep breath, running the verses about the Eye of Candlelight in his mind, and stared at the scorching sun on the horizon with his right eye.
As time went by, it seemed as if a ray of sunlight poured into my right eye.
The right eye is gradually covered with white.
These white pupils look strange and inexplicable, emitting a faint light, continuously absorbing the rays of light and refining them.
The temperature in the right eye is gradually rising!
Although there is some pain, it is still bearable.
Su Zimo could clearly feel that his right eye seemed to be integrated with the Zhuzhao Stone. The rays of light poured into the Zhuzhao Stone, and the strong power became much softer.
The damage to the right eye was also minimized!
Starting from today, in addition to practicing the Secret Code of the Great Wilderness Demon King at night, Su Zimo will practice this pupil technique every morning and evening.
Although there was no movement in the dantian.
But Su Zimo never gave up, and spent most of the day in the Scripture Collection Pavilion, browsing the ancient books left behind by the two ancient temples.
The many ancient books in the Sutra Pavilion are so precious!
How terrifying can the background of these two super sects be
Among them are not only many secret arts and spiritual arts, but also the methods of refining weapons, alchemy, talismans, ancient formations, and many other things that have long been lost.
For example, one of the formation secret books records something called the 'Forbidden God Ancient Formation'.
It is said that after setting up this formation, the soul of True Monarch Nascent Soul will be imprisoned, and he will not be able to mobilize his magic power at all!
There are many other secret techniques and ancient techniques like this.
However, Su Zimo's cultivation level is not yet high, and many of them are still unable to comprehend.
The days passed.
In the blink of an eye, another five years have passed.
Su Zimo has been at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley for ten years.
evening.
Su Zimo sat on the ground, holding the Mingwang rosary in his hand, looking at the setting sun in the west. His body was shrouded in sunset glow, and his Dharma was solemn, just like a Buddha with brilliant red clouds.
There is a blazing light surging in his right eye, don't look into it!
Ten years later, Su Zimo's dantian was still empty, like a black hole without a trace of spiritual energy.
However, there was no trace of loss on his face or eyes.
After ten years of chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha, Su Zimo gained a tranquil and serene temperament, neither sad nor happy, nor surprised by favors or insults, almost like Zen.
This is a profound manifestation of Buddhism!
Owning the worry-free flower is equivalent to having the root of wisdom.
Su Zimo's attainments in Buddhism became increasingly profound.
The backyard of the ancient temple.
The old monk stood on the stone steps, and the red-haired ghost sat in the cemetery, facing each other.
"Old bald donkey, I see that there is no movement in that boy's Dantian. I guess there is no hope for him to cultivate immortality again." The red-haired ghost said.
"The Dantian is shattered and the foundation is completely destroyed. How difficult it is to rebuild the foundation. Throughout the ages, I don't know how many geniuses and monsters have emerged, but no one has ever succeeded."
The old monk sighed softly and said: "But this boy's understanding of Buddhism has become deeper and deeper. If he can really practice again, he can be regarded as having obtained the true inheritance of Buddhism."
"Bullshit inheritance!"
The red-haired ghost looked disdainful and curled his lips and said: "Without spiritual power, even if he knows the Buddhist methods, he can't release it. It's useless!"
"I tell you, from now on, he won't worry about repairing the golden elixir, and will just cultivate the demon with peace of mind! Even though he doesn't have the golden elixir now, his true strength is only about as strong as it was ten years ago!"
The old monk shook his head and said: "If he gives up repairing the golden elixir and continues to cultivate demons, the moment he steps into the Nascent Soul realm, he will completely become a demon!"
"Isn't that good?" the red-haired ghost muttered.
At this moment, a spiritual light fell outside the ancient temple.
The old monk looked sideways and waved, and a spiritual crane fell into his palm.
The old monk frowned slightly, opened the spiritual crane and took a look. His expression was complicated, and he sighed slightly and said, "An old friend is here later."
"I hate the aura on this spiritual crane!"
The red-haired ghost stared at Linghe, narrowed his eyes, and asked in a cold voice: "Is it him! Is he his descendant?"
The old monk nodded.
The red-haired ghost stood up with a roar, the chains on his body swaying loudly, and his whole person suddenly became murderous!
The old monk glanced at the red-haired ghost and said, "Please be quiet. No matter what, he is kind to Fahua Temple and Daming Temple."
"What's more, it's just a junior here, so what are you excited about?"
Hearing these words, the red-haired ghost was immediately discouraged and sat back down with an ugly expression on his face.