The First Cause of All Realms

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hum!

In the cauldron of gluttony, the bright and the dead are uncertain.

Yang Yu looked at it carefully, Zijin swallowing evil treasure gourd was like a baby who was fed up, staggeringly fell from the air, and there were strands of mist flickering in it.

Visible crimson light.

[Buddha Throwing the Elephant: The secret technique born out of Dachan Temple's 'Dachan True Gang', the first entry can transform the root bone, increase the bloodline, and when it is triggered, it can explode to the power of masculinity. 】

"Different arts of Buddhism, or martial arts, really have something to do with Taoism..."

Yang Yu pondered.

Can Wu Gong be renamed?

Can!

Not only martial arts, but any skill that no one possesses can change one's fate to a certain extent.

However, those skills are not displayed on the fate.

Only Dao Fruit can enter life, change fate, and change fate. Conversely, the martial arts and secret techniques that can be manifested in fate must be directly or indirectly derived from Dao Fruit and supernatural powers.

While thinking about it, Yang Yu's heart arose with enlightenment.

When he first learned martial arts, if he had any doubts, he could ask Wei He, Wang Fobao, and Wang Wu, but now, no one can point him.

Regarding the passage of seclusion and fate, he can only slowly **** and guess.

Even, he suspects that because his level of supernatural power is too low at this time, he cannot see the complete fate. If he wants to stimulate this supernatural power, he must go through a ritual.

"Magic..."

Yang Yu was silent, and after a while, he put down the Zijin Swallowing Devil Treasure Gourd.

I changed my mind and called for the living dead who were following in the distance.

With Tongyou's current level, he can neither see his destiny nor give himself destiny, but this does not mean that he cannot benefit from it.

It's just that it needs to be converted through the evil seal and the living dead.

Assuming that the living dead who have been given fate can directly learn the secret technique of 'Buddha throwing the elephant', then he can control the living dead and ponder this special technique from his body.

Even if the living dead can't learn this secret technique, once fate acts on him, he will definitely get this technique in some way in the near future.

Otherwise, what's the point of fate?

Yang Yu guessed in his heart that this was also a kind of attempt and exploration of his magical powers.

call!

Yang prison opened his eyes, and there was no sign of the blind monk, only a small mound without a tombstone swelled up not far away.

The rebooting hands clasped together, reciting the Sutra of Rebirth and Transcendence.

Seeing Yang Yu open his eyes, rebooting also turned around and handed over the sorted items: "Master Yang, this is the relic on the blind monk."

This monk has a lot of good things on his body, but most of them were destroyed in the collision between the two.

What remained were only some gold, silver, and things that were not easily damaged, such as an elixir that he treasured and hid on his body in a wooden box the size of half a palm.

"The size of a longan, the color is dark red, is this a blood-changing pill?!"

Seeing this elixir, I was a little surprised to reboot, and then looked at Yang Prison again:

"This blood-changing pill seems to be the imperial medicine pill..."

Medicine pills are taboo.

Whether it is in the Ming Dynasty or other dynasties, private refining is not allowed. After a long time, there may be some ancient aristocratic clans and martial arts sects who have the ability to refine alchemy.

But it is much worse than the court.

The imperial medicine pills are not only of good quality, but also of various types. This blood-changing pill is one of the rare types of pills.

"There must be some 'big man' who wants to take advantage of my illness and kill me."

Yang Prison was naturally not surprised.

He could guess that, on the desks of many great people, he was at his weakest when he was hit with the mark of sacrifice and fought in a series of battles.

Otherwise, this eyeless monk is also a killer who has accumulated years, where would he easily come to die.

"That one is really willing, this is a good medicine pill that is worth a month's blood exchange and Qi cultivation in half a year. The price is a thousand pieces of gold..."

Rebooting is somewhat moving.

He only ate one of these pills when he broke through the three levels, and it was the master who paid a lot of money to exchange it from a big man.

The elixir used to break through the bottleneck is unimaginably precious, and this elixir alone is enough to attract many experts from all corners of the world to **** it.

"Yes?"

Yang Prison responded casually.

In my heart, I thought of the commander who liked to wear a red robe.

The eldest young lady from an excellent background is very generous, and ten exchange blood pills, which are worth several times higher than the exchange blood pills, will be given as soon as they are given.

And in her opinion, ten blood exchange Great Pills are only worth a high-quality martial arts.

This means that, whether it is for the Longyuan Palace or the imperial court, the value of these medicinal pills is invaluable.

At least it's not as valuable as the superior martial arts.

"There is this medicinal pill, and if it is used properly, it will take half a year of hard work to say the least."

Rebooting is also not greedy, and handed it to Yang Prison.

"By the way, I almost forgot. I met an old Taoist from Moyun Sect on the way, and I heard about keeping the precepts from them..."

Yang Yu's words were concise and to the point, and he asked his doubts.

Fulong Temple is not as old as Lanke, Dachan, and Wuliang, but it is also a great sect and has its own heritage.

Especially it is famous for keeping the precepts.

"Keep the ring?"

Rebooting slightly stunned, hesitating for a moment, then said:

"It's about the secret of the sect, and the little monk can't say much. However, if the benefactor Yang really has the fruit of the Tao as rumored, then he must find a way to keep the precepts.

Both Buddhism and Taoism are acceptable. "

"Oh?"

Yang Yu was thoughtful and asked again:

"It has nothing to do with the secrets of your sect, maybe talk about it?"

"Um……"

After rebooting for a while, he still nodded and responded:

"Master Yang, do you know that there are still many steps to take if you want to truly use the Taoist fruit for your own use and embark on the legendary path of immortals and Buddhas?"

Yang Prison nodded, saying he had heard of it.

"In Buddhist scriptures, Dao and Fruit are intertwined with legal principles, and contain the most fundamental truths in this world. In comparison, even a blood-changing warrior seems insignificant."

Rebooting pondered the words, and it seemed like he was repeating someone’s original words:

"It's like, a drop of ink falls into the boundless ocean. In the opinion of Patron Yang, who influenced whom?"

What he said was very cautious, but Yang Yu knew a lot of similar information from other sources, and he quickly understood:

"What you mean is that the four-step ritual of refining the fruit is the process of assimilating the ink into the ocean, and keeping the precepts is to keep the ink from being assimilated by the ocean in turn."

"This……"

Seeing that Yang Yu's reaction was so fast, he was a little scared to reboot, but he still put his hands together and lowered his head:

"The little monk didn't say anything."

"Thank you."

After clearing up a doubt in his heart, Yang Yu was in a good mood. He threw the blood-changing pill together with the prepared dry food and clean water back to him.

"This is too precious, the little monk can't have it..."

Rebooting chased after two steps, but where did he catch up, he could only watch Yang Yujuechen go away, only the voice condensed in the wind:

"Don't follow me, don't get close to Yuanming Valley, the farther away, the better!"

...

...

Wangshan ran the dead horse.

Although the Sarpez Valley can be seen in the distance, but after running for half a day, there is still some distance.

At this time, it was getting dark, but Yang Yu didn't rush to find the Jinyiwei camp. Instead, he got off his horse, and after sensing that there was no one around, he called the living dead.

call!

Accompanied by the reluctant humming of the Zijin Gourd, a crimson ray of light sank into the body of the living dead through the evil-suppressing seal.

Click!

The living dead were struck by lightning, their bodies trembled violently, and the strong blood energy couldn't stop rolling.

Yang Yu's brows wrinkled, the lives of the living dead have changed.

【The living dead】

[Neither life nor death (light green), Buddha throwing an elephant (dark red), ignorant and unconscious (light green), Suppressing Evil Seal (dark green), blood and energy like a furnace (light red, falling into the middle), Qingzhou total arrest ( Light blue), bad luck (light blue)]

"The steel and iron bones disappeared..."

Yang Yu murmured in his heart.

The given fate directly replaced another lower-level fate, rather than increasing as he expected.

It's as if the living dead can only have seven lives.

"The number of fates is constant? Yes, I learn from other people's fates, and their fates will be regenerated. It seems that a person's fate is not arbitrarily changed as I imagined..."

As his thoughts turned, Yang Yu closed his eyes, and his mind descended on the living dead through the evil-suppressing seal, feeling the changes in him.

"I didn't feel the existence of the different techniques, but because of the disappearance of the steel and iron bones, the strength was attenuated."

"Sure enough, the effect of fate is not immediate, and it is impossible to create an additional secret technique from scratch in an instant..."

"It should be like this, after all, it is fate."

...

Yang Prison was not too disappointed, after all, there was speculation before the fate was given.

It's just that one fate disappeared, which made him feel a little pity.

"Well, it was also expected. Just to see how that fate in the dark will make the living dead learn how the Buddha throws the elephant."

Returning to the deity and keeping the living dead hidden in the dark, Yang Prison just got back on his horse and went to Jinyiwei's camp.

"who?!"

In the distance, there was a sound of warning.

However, before the voice fell, another voice sounded: "I don't recognize Feiyu suit? Hurry up and open the door!"

The gate of the camp opened, and Lin An hurried over. Seeing that it was Yang Yu, he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to say hello.

"Brother Lin."

Yang Yu got off his horse and walked with him towards the camp.

At the same time, also asking about the changes these days.

"It's a long story, let Qi Tou say it."

Lin An sighed slightly.

In the camp, Qi Gang sat at the desk and wrote a book, and he stopped writing when he heard footsteps.

"Qitou."

Yang prison salutes.

"Just come here~www.novelmt.com~ Seeing Yang Yu, Qi Gang's brows stretched.

After sitting down for a few words of greetings, Yang Yu asked about the changes in Yuanming Valley and the magic in it. As he approached here, his heart became more and more depressed.

Hearing his question, Qi Gang sighed:

"Magic, right here. Calculate the time, and soon, you will be able to see it."

"soon?"

Yang Prison was still guessing, and there were shouts and formations outside.

call!

Yang Prison got up, and as soon as he walked out of the tent, he felt the raging heat wave coming towards him.

"They're coming!"