Chapter 432: Flying Flame Sutra

Yupinxuan, south of Jigu City.

"The Tianhe Water Palace leaked and was flooded, so I came here." Le Yangan spread his hands.

Chen Mu suddenly remembered that when he was temporarily living in the Tianhe Water Palace, he encountered the collapse of the water palace's gate.

That was a water palace that had existed since ancient times. It was said that a real dragon had lived there, but it disappeared without a trace.

Is it because of the change of the earth's spiritual energy?

He thought of Chongshan Road and Jilong Mountain. Both were turbulent due to the changes in the earth's spiritual springs. One was wiped out and disappeared, and the other was full of twists and turns.

Before he came to Yinming, Jilong Road had even begun to prepare a ferry to move to the neighboring Haizhou.

"How did Brother Chen get here?" Le Yangan asked.

"Hey! I met a group of psychopaths and was dragged into the water." Chen Mu waved his hand and shook his head with a gloomy face.

He still doesn't understand what those people saw in him that they had to catch him as a sacrifice.

"I wonder how you recognized me?" Chen Mu was quite concerned about this.

"According to the locals, anyone who can come here must have some ability, so..." Le Yangan shrugged.

"But after all, so many years have passed, how can you still remember me?" He has been practicing painting for many years, and initially made a living by drawing portraits, and is good at remembering faces. Even so, he still took a while to remember Le Yangan.

"For high-quality customers, of course you have to remember them more firmly."

"Otherwise, how can my Yupinxuan be opened from the world of the living to the underworld?" Le Yangan laughed happily.

"Hey! It's true..." Chen Mu laughed, but he also agreed with it.

Immediately, Chen Mu asked this acquaintance about the information of the underworld.

After chatting for a long time, Chen Mu really popularized a lot of common sense and difficulties.

As they talked, they talked about ghost pattern cultivation.

"The Flying Flame Sutra, that's indeed a bit difficult." Le Yangan shook his head and smiled: "It's mainly because it's difficult to control the flames, and it's easy to damage the origin."

"It's so difficult to practice, is there any other secret to the secret method?" Chen Mu didn't give up: "For example, is this Flying Flame Sutra a branch of some high-end magic method? Or can it be practiced to a high level to show some mysteries?"

"I can only say... Brother Chen is very imaginative."

Chen Mu's face fell.

Sure enough, I stepped into a big pit. This is a secret method that was eliminated.

"Brother Chen has outstanding talent, maybe he can really practice great supernatural powers." Le Yangan smiled and teased: "Of course, it would be better to eat more jade dew beads before practicing."

"Can jade dew beads reduce the difficulty of practicing?" Chen Mu's eyes lit up.

"Well, it can make you burn longer and buy time for you to use the water of the Forgotten River."

Chen Mu: "..."

Tsk!

The more I listen, the more I feel that this secret method is dangerous.

"What on earth is the supernatural ghost pattern? Why is it so troublesome?" Chen Mu was a little annoyed.

"Brother Chen is a Qigong practitioner, so he must know what a Dao foundation is." Le Yangan said with a smile.

"I don't know." Chen Mu shook his head honestly.

He only knew that after the condensation of the orifice, he had to use the Hunyuan Qi to cleanse the Yin and Yang, saying that he had to practice the divine orifice into a river cart before he could have a Dao foundation.

But he really didn't know what a Dao foundation was.

Le Yangan was stunned, with a strange look in his eyes. As a Qigong practitioner, he was so unconcerned about his own cultivation path?

"Well, it seems that Brother Chen is more pragmatic and only focuses on the current cultivation. It's better to be down-to-earth, so that you can go further."

Down-to-earth, pragmatic?

Isn't it because I have no knowledge?

"Yes, that's what I think!" Chen Mu admitted shamelessly.

Le Yangan smiled and patiently explained: "The foundation of Taoism is the foundation of Taoism and the seed of Yuanshen."

"Only when the foundation of Taoism is formed can the Yuanshen be cultivated."

"The supernatural ghost pattern is also called the ghost pattern seed. It is the foundation of the Yin spirit, the seed and the root."

"Only with this foundation can it blossom and bear fruit."

Chen Mu understood, but he was helpless. If he wanted to cultivate the power of Yin spirit, he couldn't avoid this level. Even if this "Flying Flame Sutra" is useless, he still had to practice it.

"Boss Le, do you know how to return to the world?"

"Simple, go to Naihe Bridge." Le Yangan said happily.

Chen Mu rolled his eyes immediately.

I'm not dead, I don't need to reincarnate, go to a ghost's Naihe Bridge.

...

On the second floor of Baihe Teahouse, in a small compartment facing the street.

Zhang Wuqing looked at the pedestrians on the street, but his eyes were not focused, and his mind was still thinking about the scene of the man disappearing yesterday.

"Supernatural power! It must be supernatural power!"

"He has awakened his supernatural power without practicing it specially. He is gifted..." He shook his head: "I can't keep thinking about it."

If such a person enters the North City Camp, he may become a big figure among the Yin soldiers in the future. If he keeps pestering, he may get into big trouble.

He threw a fried moon burdock bead into his mouth and watched the pedestrians on the street waiting silently.

Not long after, Niu Sanmiao walked into the compartment with a stinky face.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Wuqing was surprised.

"I only picked up three people this time." Niu Sanmiao had a gloomy face.

"Loss again?" Zhang Wuqing's face was full of sympathy.

Thinking of the loss last time, Niu Sanmiao felt more and more heartbroken: "Have those people moved?"

"Everything is normal." Zhang Wuqing shook his head.

The figure with the enchanting red flower on his head flashed through his mind, but he didn't say anything more.

"I think you might have really encountered some weird demon."

Impossible!

Niu Sanmiao has been thinking about what happened that day all day for the past two months, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Then what do you want to do? Those people are all very honest anyway." Zhang Wuqing spread his hands.

When Niu Sanmiao heard this, his face turned gloomy: "Then I won't stare."

"Okay." Zhang Wuqing was a little regretful. He also wanted to make more money.

Then he saw the other person reaching out and handing him a gray cloth bag.

"I would like to ask Fifth Brother to change the registration information of those people."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Wuqing frowned slightly.

"Just change the time they came to Ji Ancient City to ten years ago." Niu Sanmiao chuckled.

Zhang Wuqing raised his eyebrows: "Is the City Lord's Mansion going to send troops in the near future?"

"Change the length of residence? Are you going to use the Beida Camp's compulsory recruitment order to send them all to the auxiliary barracks?"

"Going out with the army, life or death is unpredictable..." Zhang Wuqing shook his head, but he also skillfully touched the gray cloth bag and stuffed it into his sleeve.

"If I don't do something, there will always be a thorn in my heart." Niu Sanmiao looked calm. "It's okay to lose some money, but if it becomes a knot in my heart, I'm afraid it will delay my ability to concentrate."

"I went to the auxiliary barracks and went out with the army. Whether I live or die depends on God's will. I can also feel relaxed."

Zhang Wuqing relaxed his shoulders: "It's up to you, you paid for it."

…

Two days later.

In the moonlit barley forest in the south of the city, in Chen Mu's courtyard.

He sat in front of the stone table and whispered the "Flying Flame Sutra" to the scriptures.

The content of the scriptures is empty and of no use. He only needs to recite the entire scriptures. Similar to the Dew Mantra, after being recited proficiently, through changes in rhythm and tone, it can be turned into a mantra with unclear meaning.

Accompanied by the ups and downs of the syllables, Chen Mu suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart.

He stared at his right index finger.

puff!

A flame the size of a melon seed suddenly appeared from the fingertips.

The flame was black with traces of scarlet, burning silently without shaking.

Chen Mu held the white jade gourd filled with Wangchuan River water in his left hand, staring at the flames and controlling it carefully. But after a while, he didn't notice any movement.

"It seems...not that difficult."

Could it be that this secret method is particularly suitable for me? "Chen Mu felt happy.

But it was this momentary mood swing that caused the black flames to suddenly riot. It spread rapidly along the fingers, and wherever it passed, the skin, flesh, muscles and bones of the fingers turned into black smoke without any warning.

By the time Chen Mu reacted, the flames had already burned to the base of his fingers and were about to spread to the entire palm.

He immediately poured the water from the Wangchuan River into his hands.

Bah!

It's like putting raw meat on a red-hot iron plate, and a burst of smoke rises. Severe pain hit him, and all the muscles in his body couldn't help but twitch.

Chen Mu gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and kept pouring water from the Wangchuan River into his palms.

It took a while before the black flames were extinguished and dissipated.

At this time, the index finger and half of the palm of his right hand had disappeared, and the entire palm was corroded by the river water.

Chen Mu looked ugly. He didn't expect that just one attempt would lead to such a tragic situation!

Even though he had been practicing for more than ten years, he was used to seeing life and death, but looking at the missing right hand, his heart was still complicated and unspeakable.

At this moment, most of the Yin spirit power in his body suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, the bones and muscles of his right hand began to grow and build rapidly, and they quickly recovered completely under his nose.

Chen Mu's heart suddenly jumped. Immediately raised his right hand and looked up and down.

But after observing for a long time, I found that the palm of my hand was exactly the same as before, even the slight barb on the index finger had been perfectly reproduced!

"This can be called the rebirth of flesh and blood like turning back time..."

"Are all Yin spirits like this, or is this the unique ability of my Heavenly Demon true form?" Chen Mu was filled with surprise.

"The sudden disappearance of half of the Yin spirit's power is the cost of repair?"

"But if there are too many limbs damaged this time, or if the Yin spirit in my body is not powerful enough..."

Chen Mu felt a chill in his heart. He guessed that the ending might be a bit tragic.

"No wonder everyone is optimistic about "Flying Flame Sutra"."

Chen Mu looked at the gray wall in front of him again.

Flying Flame Sutra: 14/10000;

"Sure enough, you shouldn't have too many expectations."

The Flying Flame Sutra only has one stage, which shows that it is just a simple secret method, and it is indeed unlikely that there are any unknown secrets.

"Forget it, let's scroll to the top first and then watch."