The elder stepped into the house and waved to Wen Leyang and the others who were holding big and small bags behind him: "Put all the things under my bed! Don't bring that... horse in!" Wen Leyang and his uncle Wen Tunhai poked their noses from the bed. While busy with his wife, Master Shui Jing could no longer bear his temper and asked angrily: "What is the connection between the Wen family and Luohaihu Yizi Palace?"
Several old men shook their heads. Wen Leyang had heard the old rabbit demon Bu Leyang say before that the Buddhist Great Mercy Temple and the layman Luo Haihu Yizi Palace were listed in the Five Blessings of the Righteous Path. They were one of the leaders in the world of cultivation, and they were also troublesome in the Miao territory. The Jingbo demon girl was exterminated after she offended Yizigong more than a thousand years ago. Www. QuanBeN-XiaoShuo. cO
After Wen Leyang stuffed the baby under the bed, he clapped his hands and stood up, took out a carrot and put it into his mouth: "Are they all from the same family?"
Monk Shuijing shook his head: "Not really, they are all small cultivation sects that are attached to Yizi Palace. Didn't you hear that they all add the word "yi" in the middle of their names? These sects are either ancestors or leaders. Born in Yizigong."
Wen Tunhai chuckled and said, "It turns out that people in Yizigong all have the character "一" in the middle of their names!"
The monk continued to shake his head: "Only those disciples from external sects do this in order to show their identity. The real direct disciples of Yizigong don't have this particularity. They call themselves whatever they should."
Jifei also laughed and said: "The Five Fortunes of the Righteous Path each have their own power, such as the Great Mercy Temple, which has been promoted as a holy sect of Buddhist cultivation by 72 ancient temples in the world. There are countless small sects under the three Taoist sects in the Five Fortunes. Yizigong is no exception. You don't have to deal with ordinary things by yourself. You just need to give an order and someone will naturally handle it properly." After finishing speaking, he sighed happily: "I didn't expect our little... well, popularity. It’s really good. Needless to say, the Great Mercy Temple, and now Yizigong is also rushing to give you gifts. None of these gifts are ordinary, and I think some of them have ruined their entire family fortune!"
Wen Leyang didn't speak for now. He held a carrot and carefully recalled his experiences in the past two years. Then he shook his head vigorously at the questioning looks of the four grandfathers: "I have never dealt with Yizigong before. , I don’t know any monks with this word in their name. I don’t know what they congratulated me for.”
The fourth master suddenly spoke. He simply said six words: "Could it be Changli?"
The Xiuzhen sect, which had always been arrogant and looked down on the world, suddenly rushed to give gifts to the Wen family as if they had made an appointment. When they saw Wen Leyang, they praised him from beginning to end, then put down the valuable gifts and turned away. These sects are all looking at the palace and horse, and they are definitely not looking at the face of the Great Mercy Temple. After thinking about it, the reason can only be attributed to the great demon Changli, the grandma of their grandma in the Wen family.
Uncle Wen Tunhai reached out and patted Wen Leyang on the shoulder: "Boy, could it be that Yizigong has taken a liking to you and wants to hire you as a uncle?"
Wen Leyang was instantly happy. He said to his uncle, "Don't judge others by yourself. My nephew doesn't have the same demeanor as you did back then."
Wen Tunhai laughed with great pride: "You're not a bad boy either. I see Xiao Yi. And that pretty girl from the Luo family..." Halfway through his words, he saw the Fourth Master looking at him sinisterly. Quickly change the subject. Pretending to analyze: "These treasures are all extremely precious. But if you think about it right, it is better to give it to a pretty girl. It is the most worthy of the young man's pettiness. I don't believe in so many old people. Even This is unthinkable.”
Jifei and Shui Jing looked full of admiration. He raised his thumb at his uncle and said, "This big talk makes people enlightened. Brilliant!"
Wen Tunhai bowed his hands humbly: "When I was the county magistrate, I was asked to do something..."
Mr. Wen couldn't stand their nonsense. Not even bothering to guess. Staring at the ground with squinted eyes. I don’t know who I’m asking: “Can I check?”
Everyone is talking seriously. Wen Tunhai and Wen Leyang's expressions changed at the same time. He nodded and agreed: "Tomorrow we will go down the mountain to check!"
Mr. Wen still squinted his eyes. He smiled noncommittally.
Old Taoist Jifei rolled his eyes twice from the side, and took a step forward with a smile: "It would be easier for us brothers to investigate this matter. We are familiar with matters in the world of cultivation. These little guys from the Yizi Palace must have got something. It's probably not difficult to check the news..." As he said that, the old Taoist gave the monk a sideways glance.
Monk Shuijing immediately stood up, pretending to be anxious and yelling at the old Taoist: "How can we go down the mountain? We can't make up fifty cents for each of our eight pockets, and we won't starve to death when we get down the mountain!"
Wen Leyang laughed loudly and turned around to glare at the monk: "Master, you are overplaying your role!"
The two monks rubbed their hands together. There are very few monks who are as miserable as the two of them.
Wen Tunhai went out for a walk, and when he came back, he held two stacks of banknotes and a pair of mobile phones in his hands, and gave one to each of the brothers. The monk was attentive and looked at the banknote numbers one by one, and soon he was smiling.
But the old Taoist shook his head righteously: "I don't mean to be pretentious just because of this, but..." As he said that, the old Taoist put the banknotes in his pocket and glanced at the bottom of Mr. Wen's bed. Enter a peerless sword: "Yizigong is not a small player, and this matter is full of weirdness. In case they have any conspiracy. My precious flying sword hurt the soul in Miao Village again, and it hasn't happened yet. reply… "
Mr. Wen suddenly looked up to the sky and yawned. He didn't seem to hear what the old man said and murmured loudly to himself: "I'm old and useless. I have to go to bed when the time comes and I can't sit still. That's it. I'm sorry to bother you two. If you need anything, just let me know. Tunhai and Leyang said."
Jifei stamped his foot: "Old man, your performance is better than that of a monk!"
Mr. Wen didn't seem to hear anything, and walked sleepily towards his precious bed, still muttering: "Wen Leyang, now that you are a master, sometimes you have to pay attention to your appearance and dignity..."
The monk stopped when he saw that he was good, pulled the old Taoist's sleeve and walked out, muttering in a low voice: "What do you want for a peerless sword? Ten thousand for each person is a lot..." The two monks were not delaying, and they were at the Wen family recently. The idle muscles and bones in the village were all loose. They were planning to go out for a walk during the festival and went down the mountain overnight to investigate the case.
After Wen Leyang came out, he discussed it with his uncle for a while. After much deliberation, he couldn't find any clues. Wen Tunhai told him not to go back to Hongye Forest recently.
Starting from the second day, there was still an endless stream of people going up the mountain to give gifts. Without exception, the people who came had a word added in the middle of their names. Some were immortal, and some were noble. All of them are well-known cultivation schools, but after going up the mountain, they put on friendly smiles, greeted the wrinkled Wen family members as juniors, patted their shoulders with Wen Leyang and called them brothers, and kept saying congratulations, but they were really happy. Even if he is killed, he will not say anything.
More and more gifts are received. The more they collected, the more valuable they became. After more than ten days in a row, Mr. Wen asked a disciple in the village who could do carpentry work to make him a big bed again.
Wen Tunhai, who was usually in charge of the village's affairs, couldn't hold back his anger. He went to the uncle and asked in a low voice: "Master, do you think we should seal the mountain first to prevent these doorways from coming up?"
The old man was furious: "Fart, you loser!"
There has been no news from Jifei and Shui Jing since they came down the mountain. They came back after a few text messages. They all said they were still checking.
It wasn't until a month later that the number of people giving gifts gradually became sparse, and finally there was no movement for several days. Wen Leyang felt even more uneasy. He was wondering whether he should discuss with his uncle to let him go down the mountain to find two monks. Suddenly, a harsh and sonorous sound, like two cobblestones clashing, came from far away from the foot of the mountain. Come: "My surname Wendi has become very famous recently, but I don't know if he has any real talent or knowledge!"
Uncle Wen Tunhai frowned. The person who came had a bad tone and was obviously here to cause trouble. He waved his hand and wanted to take people down the mountain.
The wrinkles on Mr. Wen's face were squeezed together. He stopped the uncle and sighed in frustration: "It sounds like he's here to give a gift."
The person who came this time was indeed not a gift-giver.
In a short time, footsteps sounded one after another, and a fishy wind slowly came out of the air. Then people's figures flashed, and seven or eight young people filed into the village. They were dressed in various styles, some wearing Tang suits and others wearing suits. The expression on his face was full of dissatisfaction and disdain.
There was a man who was less than thirty years old. Next to him was a white-skinned tiger with fire patterns that was bigger than a rhinoceros.
Wen Leyang's thick eyebrows furrowed as he walked to the entrance of the village, stopped them, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
The disciples of the Wen family also came out in twos and threes, standing in clusters here and there seemingly unintentionally, quietly surrounding the visitor in the center. Xiao Yi's big eyes flashed with excitement, and he reached out and picked up the big speaker.
The fire-patterned tiger bowed slightly and let out a dull roar from deep in its throat, warning the Wen family disciples.
Because of that young man’s sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. The corners of his raised lips were full of disdain: "Linghuqiu Baizhen. These are my friends."
The young people behind him also announced their families:
"Dazhigu, Zhang Shang!" The thin man who followed Bai Zhen introduced himself. There is a huge jade ring on the thumb, and occasionally the essence lingers, and it is not ordinary at first glance.
"Seven Inch Bamboo Forest, Xia Bufan!"
"Saw Niutou Valley, Liu Zimo!"
"Fire Crane Sect, Xin Changgong!"
This group of young people all come from different backgrounds, and they all have a lot of style in their actions. It seems that they are all young and successful figures in the sect, and they don't know why they got together to cause trouble in the mountain.
Bai Zhen, who was holding the tiger, waited triumphantly for his companions to finish the introduction. He looked at Wen Leyang who was a little strange and indifferent. It seemed difficult to accept the fact that he was not frightened by these names. He turned back to his companions and smiled: "This is a stupid boy!"
The young people behind him all laughed, among them Zhang Shang from Dazhigu laughed the loudest.
Just as Wen Tunhai was about to scold him, he was grabbed by the elder. The old man shook his head with a smile and pointed at Wen Leyang with his chin.
Bai Zhen continued to puff out his chest and shouted loudly: "Where's Wen Leyang? Let him come out and show me! If he doesn't dare to see anyone, we can take action. Poison? It's a dirty thing..."
Wen Leyang took out a carrot and chewed it. The smile on his face was no longer so honest: "I am the one who came to see me?"
Bai Zhenman let out an unexpected sigh, looked him up and down, and smiled angrily: "I thought Wen Leyang was some great kid, but it turns out he's almost a fool!" He made an inconspicuous mistake under his feet. , gently tapped the tiger’s heel.
The big white-skinned tiger with fire patterns roared fiercely and rushed towards Wen Leyang, a blazing wave of fire wrapped in the fishy wind came towards his face.
Wen Tunhai finally couldn't sit still anymore and cursed angrily: "Where did you come from, you little brat..." Before he finished speaking, the tiger suddenly wailed, and the violence rising in the air dissipated instantly. He rolled and fell to the side, with a huge claw clawing at his face.
Wen Leyang stood still and didn't move at all, looking at Tiger with eyes filled with confusion.
A fat crimson insect was rolling hard on the big tiger's eye. Every time it turned around, the tiger let out an earth-shattering wail, and the fire patterns on its body quickly became lighter visible to the naked eye. But my body became increasingly red after taking it.
Bai Zhen was shocked and angry now, and cursed at Wen Leyang: "Shameless Wen family..." Before he could finish his words, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him, and his face became very hot.
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, Wen Leyang walked in like a ghost, raised his hand and gave him a mouthful: "Keep your mouth clean, it was not me who attacked first." When Wen Leyang spoke, he still had half a carrot in his mouth. He said that he still refused to give up. Another punch to Bai Zhen's stomach. Bai Zhen screamed in anger, and called out to the helper behind him: "Kill!" Then his arms shook, and seven or eight small beasts on his back rose into the sky.
Just about to summon the magic weapon. Bai Zhen's face suddenly turned blood red, his head turned upside down, his mouth was so cracked that he could stuff a pressure cooker into it, and he jumped on his feet and screamed: "Spicy, spicy... water!"
When Zhang Shang of Dazhigu saw that his companion was injured, he flicked his wrists and two long blue silk ribbons swayed in the wind. Others also moved. Unexpectedly, the magic weapon had just been released and he had not had time to greet the enemy. Suddenly, there was a strong wind in front of them, and a figure carried a violent momentum, shuttling between them like a nimble black panther. Everyone's shoulders felt slightly hot as they were patted lightly by Wen Leyang.
When Wen Leyang returned to his original position with a smile, a group of young people hesitated. If Wen Leyang wanted to kill him just now, none of these people would be left alive now. Unexpectedly, Wen Leyang rushed back after laughing, and everyone received a soft kick on the chest.
These people are no better than the Taoist priests from Dingyang Palace who came to Wenjia Village to take revenge. They are a group of second-generation ancestors with their backs against a big tree. They are not very capable, but their vision is very big.
In the end, the young masters showed ruthless expressions. They had already sacrificed their magic weapons, and they were unwilling to admit defeat. They each held the spells and were about to cast them. Suddenly, they all looked like Bai Zhen, and their bloodshot eyes suddenly stared. It was bigger than a bull's eye and was jumping around. His whole body was red. He screamed, "Hot!" A moment later, he fell to the ground, struggling and rolling, in unbearable pain.
The second-generation ancestors lying on the ground couldn't figure it out anyway. Why was someone sprinkled with chili powder? They knew that the Wen family was founded on poison, and they had already made preparations before going up to the mountain to cause trouble, either by using poison-avoiding charms or by taking detoxifying elixirs. These things were treasures in the cultivation sect. Can't break the barrier.
Xiao Yi put down the loudspeaker, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Wen Leyang really has you, you have really become it!"
Wen Leyang's face was also full of joy, his dark eyes were bright, and he still looked simple.
The tiger has now turned into a white-skinned pig, with one eye swollen high, lying on the ground sadly motionless. I was convinced and crawled back happily, jumped into Wen Leyang's hand, shook my head, swung my tail, and screamed, occasionally feeling happy. Roll on the ground.
The uncle asked Wen Leyang with great interest: "Boy, what's going on? What kind of poison is it?"
Wen Leyang quickly took off the half-eaten carrot and put it back into his pocket. He didn't even look at the young masters who were being burned. He turned around and answered the old man respectfully: "It's not poison, it's the Xiao Yi Gang in the shop." I made the recipe. This is the first time I’ve used it today.”
Xiao Yi's beautiful chin was raised high, like a proud and happy little dove.
The last time he fought with a young woman in the Miao Village, Wen Leyang understood the truth after suffering a lot. His own martial arts were very different from those of Xiuzhen. With his strong body and sharp punches in close combat, even if he had He naively connected himself into the sky-opening ax in Pangu's hand. This method of attack could not withstand too many nails. If you keep throwing punches all day long, sooner or later you will get caught up in it.
So after Wen Leyang returned to the mountain, he pestered Jifei Shuijing and asked him all about cultivation. He didn't want to refine the Nascent Soul, but wanted to use poison to deal with the monks.
The monks use true energy to activate spells, channel magical powers from heaven and earth, and absoluteize quality to suppress quantity. Wen Leyang still doesn't understand the difference between vitality and burping and farting. Spells can't be considered, but poison can still be considered.
No matter which sect, no matter what technique. For monks, the essence is the same. They use the body to absorb the energy scattered in the world (to put it bluntly, it is spiritual energy). This energy cannot be absorbed directly by the body, but is integrated into the monk's innate Qi through exercises. The true energy is formed.
On the one hand, the true energy can slowly improve the body, and on the other hand, it can solidify and crystallize. Become the carrier of the soul and form the so-called Nascent Soul. Monks are not afraid of toxins because of the circulation of true energy in the body. Once a poison enters the body, it will be quickly eliminated. The so-called immunity from poison does not mean that it is not invading, but that it is driven out as soon as it invades.
The higher the cultivation level, the purer the true energy in the body, and the faster the toxins can be expelled from the body. It can hardly cause any harm to the body. Even if the cultivation level is limited, it can still drive away poison through the power of the talisman. Therefore, poison is simply unpopular to cultivators.
Generally speaking, there are only three situations when advanced monks are poisoned. One is that the true essence is lost, just like Sister Jingbo in the Miao Village; the second is that the poison contains extremely pure five-element original force, which is enough to destroy the monk's true essence. , like the trace of earth poison inherited from the ancient times in the belly of the earth-splitting toad; the third type is that the monk's mind is greatly shocked and loses its vitality, causing the true energy to be scattered. In the Miao village, monk Shuijing swallowed Wen Leyang because of the big toad. . My heart was in a mess, and I accidentally caught Wen Buzuo's flow.
After Wen Leyang almost understood the principles of cultivation, he plunged into the workshop of life, old age, illness and death, and began to study the prescriptions left by his predecessors. Wen Leyang has a kind heart, but he is not lacking in foresight. He understands that although the Wen family is founded on poison, there is no chance of cultivating the kind of extremely pure, five-element poison that originated from the ancient times. Things can't be done by humans. Therefore, those who want to be honest and renovated must find another way.
Wen Leyang's idea is very simple. Zhenyuanli is like a 36o security guard. It will jump over and block any suspicious process, but what if it is a trustworthy process, such as a medicinal powder that strengthens the body, strengthens the body, and strengthens the body.
There are many medicines that are of great benefit to the body, but they can also produce some uncomfortable symptoms when the medicine takes effect. If you suddenly feel unwell while fighting an enemy, the consequences of tonic may be more terrifying than poison.
Wen Leyang stayed in the red leaf forest for more than half a year, focusing on the uncomfortable symptoms caused by these tonics. The principle is this, but when it comes to actually refining medicine. What Wen Leyang wanted to do was much more complicated.
How can I neutralize the properties of the medicine? The symptoms of explosion are more intense and are just sensory stimulation. But it was not harmful to the body at all. Just looking for this measure wasted several months of his time.
Moreover, Wen Leyang deliberately divided the process of planting poison into two steps, so these second-generation ancestors who went up the mountain were all beaten twice by Wen Leyang, and he planted two kinds of drugs in succession. Both medicines are great tonics, and neither of them will produce any symptoms. However, after the power of the two medicines blends in the blood, the symptoms will explode after adding more tonics.
When the two drugs swim in the blood, they will be continuously absorbed by the body. When administering the poison, the dosage must be precise, otherwise the two drugs will not be effective if they are mixed together and the ratio is slightly different.
Wen Leyang finally finished whispering his poisoning experience, and finally let out a long breath and looked at the four elders with joy.
The great grandfather’s old face was filled with relief, and he nodded vigorously: “Boy, that’s good!”
Wen Leyang chuckled and replied: "It's quite taxing to think about supplements for cultivators every day."
Uncle Wen Tunhai also had a face full of pride. He stretched out his hand and patted Wen Leyang on the shoulder: "I just said that this boy is smart sometimes! Once he is smart, no one can stand it! Boy, have you given this tonic poison a name?"
Wen Leyang nodded and replied with a simple smile: "Sichuan cuisine!"
Several Wen family leaders all laughed loudly. The second-generation ancestors who were rolling on the ground now that the medicine had finished, they all felt light and healthy, and their blood vessels were smooth. They seemed to have endless strength all over their bodies. They looked at each other in confusion. They understand what's going on, but even if they are fools, they know that when it was so spicy just now, Wen Bucao could kill them even if he sent a dog.
Wen Leyang bit a carrot and looked at them with a smile: "Tell me why you went up the mountain to trouble me."
As soon as he finished speaking, a voice that sounded full of laughter and extremely humble suddenly sounded from the entrance of the village: "Who is Master Wen Leyang? We are all here to serve the young master!"
A middle-aged man who was less than forty years old and had a natural smile trotted into the village. Behind him were more than a hundred people, men, women and children, all holding large and small bags in their hands. .
Several second-generation ancestors were already dejected. When they saw this middle-aged man, they immediately became frightened and stammered: "Gou... Mr. Gou..."
The middle-aged man didn't even look at them, and ran directly to Wen Leyang, smiling respectfully: This young man with the scar on his cheek is Wen Leyang, right? "It seems that they had already inquired clearly before going up the mountain, and Wen Leyang was recognized as soon as he showed up.
Several second-generation ancestors hurried down the mountain in dejection. Wen Tunhai frowned and was about to speak. The elder gently tugged on his sleeve, narrowed his eyes and looked at the new middle-aged man, and said lightly: "Then Don't worry about these little bugs. Uncle Wen Tunhai let out a laugh and cursed to himself: "A while ago, they were all giving gifts. Just now they were looking for trouble, and now the servants are here again. What the fuck?" what is going on! ” (Quanben Novel Network www.QuanBeN-XiaoShuo.com)