"No, I want to try it myself." Shen Luo smiled and said.
He still remembered that more than a year ago, he went to ask Taoist Luo to teach him the art of talismans. Taoist Luo, who was usually quite gentle to him, simply turned his head and refused. Even though he offered a sky-high price of two hundred gold, the other party remained unmoved.
Master Luo said clearly that the art of talismans taught in the temple was not a trick used by swindlers to deceive people, but a real secret art that could only be practiced by inner disciples who possessed magical powers. Not to mention that he was a registered disciple, even formal outer disciples could not even think about it.
"Okay, I'll bring it to you." Bai Xiaotian nodded after hearing this.
"If possible, see if you can get some rooster blood and black dog blood in the restaurant." Shen Luo added when he saw him about to leave.
"I know you often read some miscellaneous books, but don't take those things written by literati too seriously..." Bai Xiaotian frowned and said.
He is one of the only three inner disciples in the sect, so naturally he has access to the real art of talismans. However, the sect rules are strict, and no matter how close he is to Shen Luo, he will not leak a single bit of it.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing and I won't do anything rash." Shen Luo yawned and responded vaguely.
Bai Xiaotian knew that persuasion was useless, so he just raised his hand and turned away.
Shen Luo watched his figure disappear into the forest, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
He knew that the other party was trying to persuade him out of good intentions because he was worried that he would go astray, but he was the only one who understood his own situation.
It wasn't that he was bent on doing these unorthodox methods, but his limited life span forced him to find another way out.
The invasion of evil spirits more than two years ago had already destroyed his vitality. In the past two years in the mountains, he had relied on a dose of "Hongxue Powder" every three months to maintain his life.
Even so, he still felt that his health was deteriorating. He would feel out of breath if he walked a little more on weekdays. Especially last winter, even though he was wearing a fur coat, he still felt cold inside and his limbs were cold.
The reason why he only took a dose of medicine every three months was not because he could not afford the hundred taels of silver, but because this was the only way to maximize the efficacy of the medicine. Taking it more frequently would not only be a waste, but it might also make the body unable to benefit from the supplement, and Master Luo would not allow that.
As for practicing Xiao Hua Yang Gong, his progress was too slow, and he had only just started learning it today, but his speed of practice was not even comparable to that of the outer disciples with the worst foundation in the temple. Moreover, according to Master Luo, even if this method was fully developed, it could only increase one's lifespan by 10 to 20 years at most.
But with my own speed of cultivation, I am afraid that I won’t have the chance to achieve great success, and I might even die first.
He spent so much money to come to this Taoist temple on the mountain, not just to linger on and live a few more years.
Shen Luo thought to himself and walked slowly down the mountain.
The Chunqiu Temple is backed by Qinghua Mountain and is built entirely against the mountain. Except for the mountain gate which is close to the mountainside, the rest of the buildings such as the Lingguan Hall and the Jade Emperor Hall are distributed along the mountain, rising layer by layer. The most important Sanqing Hall is located on the top of the mountain.
Except for the inner disciples, the quiet rooms where the other disciples stay are concentrated on three cliffs on the mountainside on both sides of the mountain road from the mountain gate to the Lingguan Temple. Since the terrain here is relatively open, basically everyone can have a room to themselves.