Chapter 80 Xuantian Daozun!

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While Murong Yan was stunned, the blood-blade needle that was stuck in her eyebrows suddenly flew back, and then pulled out a long red line in the air and returned to Hong Yi's hand. At the same time, he was sitting on a stone stool by the well and opened his eyes, looking at Murong Yan, and raised his head, "My long steel sword is an item given from the palace. Although it is not worth a thousand gold, it is not expensive. If you destroy it, just use your flying sword as compensation."

Just now, in the sword needle fight, the blood-blocked steel needle destroyed the steel sword.

Hong Yi is now a parent, and his family's things are money every bit. His long steel sword is worth at least a horse on the market, and it is a pity that it will ruin it.

"you!"

After hearing this, Murong Yan's face became anxious, then he eased and nodded: "I told you why you can use needles to fight my sword, but I didn't expect that it was actually a fairy steel like blood-branded steel..... Only Fang Xiandao can refine such things, and when refined, it can consume essence and blood... I wonder if you sell this needle? If it is sold, I would be willing to sell 10,000 taels of gold, thirty war horses, 100 strong slaves, 200 Tuomu bows, 200 carved feather arrows... No, I also added 100 fine steel slashing horses, and ten sets of Mingguang armor!"

In one breath, Murong Yan seemed to have changed from a woman to a sharp-tongued businessman, and he hurriedly spoke and reported a series of numbers.

"What?"

Seeing Murong Yan struggling to get up and saying the numbers quickly, Hong Yi felt ridiculous and crying.

It turned out that he just used the needle of blood-bacterial steel to shock Murong Yan, so that she would not have any strange thoughts and answer some of her questions, but she did not expect that the other party would offer a big price.

"I can only talk about 10,000 taels of gold, as well as war horses, slaves, bows, arrows, knives, and armor. It is indeed worthy of being the nobles of Yunmeng Kingdom, and doing business in this way." Hong Yi smiled and said, "But Miss Murong, don't forget, you haven't redeemed yourself yet."

"Then add ten more maids. As long as you let me go, I will go back to Yunmeng immediately and trade with you through the Chamber of Commerce. How about it?" Murong Yan mentioned the money transaction, a hint of arrogance appeared on her face. "Also, this Xiao Mu is your maid, I can buy it too. You can offer a price. For example... I will spend another thousand taels of gold? One thousand taels of gold is enough for you to buy hundreds of maids."

"Brother Yi."

Hearing this, Xiao Mu looked at Hong Yi with his eyes and shouted.

"How is it?" Murong Yan looked at Hong Yi with a smile on her eyes. The price she was confident of was too expensive, and no one would think about it.

"It's true that he is a barbarian and Hu!" Hong Yi suddenly pressed the table and stood up from the table, "Opening his mouth is a slave, trading and trading population, I, Daqian, is a civilized objectification place! Do you think it is a barbarian in the grassland like Yunmeng?"

"You...you said I am a barbarian!"

When Murong Yan heard this, she was so angry that she exhaled, which caused the arrow wound on her back, which hurt her lungs and coughed violently.

"Okay, don't mention it anymore at this time. I won't sell the blood-blocked steel needle. Although Xiao Mu is nominally my maid, we are kind-hearted and a family. You don't mention the purchase. If you are thinking about it and want to force her to take her away, don't blame me for being rude. I will only ask you a few questions. After asking, you can leave, and I don't want your ransom."

Hong Yi waved his hand.

"What's the question? Ask me!" Murong Yan bit her fine silver teeth.

"First, what purpose do you have in the big deal, besides coming to find Master Yuwen's reincarnation? Second, do you know how many situations of the Supreme Taoism do you know? They all say it one by one."

"I'm going to do it, and there is no other purpose except to find the reincarnation of Master Yuwen." Murong Yan's eyes moved, "As for the matter of Taishang Taoism, our Xuantian Pavilion also doesn't know much about Taishang Taoism. They act mysteriously and do not have Taoist temples, but they have very few teachings, just a head teacher, a heavenly girl, and three elders. It is rumored that Taishang Taoism will accept two disciples every time. The leader is Meng Shenji. There was a saint who was his sister Meng Bingyun. However, his sister later married a man and broke the Taoist technique of Taishang's love, and his skills were dispersed. The saint of this generation is a woman named Su Mu. Well, I know so much."

"Sure enough.....My mother is indeed a person from the Supreme Taoism. Zhao Han did not lie. Unexpectedly, her mother is still a saint of the Supreme Taoism. I guess Su Mu is the saint of the Supreme Taoism. She is actually a saint of the Supreme Taoism generation."

When Hong Yi heard Murong Yan's words, his heart became much clearer.

"What else do you have to ask?" Murong Yan raised her head after answering.

"Can you draw?" Hong Yi suddenly asked.

"Of course, I have been well-read since I was a child, and I am proficient in all piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." Murong Yan looked at Hong Yi, and his face showed a look of looking down at people.

Hong Yi ignored the expression on Murong Yan's face and said to himself: "Your Taoist art in Xuantian Pavilion is worshipping Xuantian Daozun, the Xuantian Daozun. I read the Taoist scriptures, which are transformed by the darkness when the chaos in the world has not opened. I wonder if I can draw the statue of this Daozun? You draw it and show it to me, and I will let you go immediately, and it will not be difficult for you at all!"

"Do you want to peek at the Taoist arts of our Xuantian Pavilion? The Taoist arts of our Xuantian Pavilion are taboos among taboos. Even if you force me out now and kill me, and the matter is spread, you will definitely be chased by the masters of our museum master." Murong Yan heard Hong Yi's condition and said in confusion: "And I am not at the level of my understanding of Xuantian Dao Zun, and I am not qualified to visualize. Unless I practiced the ghost immortal, I can only visualize the cultivation of Xuantian Dao Zun, otherwise I will become possessed by the demons and my soul will fall into darkness forever. The Taoist heir we usually worship is just a tablet, and there is no real image."

"Oh?" Hong Yi was alert in his heart, "There is no real image, only tablets, that is, it is very likely that the Xuantian Dao Zun in Xuantian Pavilion has a statue that fully expresses the charm of the Amitabha Sutra, and cannot be worshipped."

Hong Yi read the Taoist scriptures well and knew that the Xuantian Pavilion of the Yunmeng Empire was worshipped by Xuantian Daozun. The god Xuantian Daozun was the darkness that had not opened before the universe of the world.

When people practice this school of Taoism and visualize Xuantian Daozun, they must understand the essence of darkness.

This is like practicing the power of the Arhat in Buddhism, and the soul cultivates the strength and majesty of the Arhat.

It is like practicing the Bodhisattva's view, and cultivating the compassion, wisdom, firmness, etc. of the Bodhisattva's soul.

It is more like the Yuanyang Taoist Master who practices Fang Xiandao. His soul cultivates the essence of Yuanyang Taoist Master, which opens the world and evolves all things. This kind of soul has great power.

It is also like the Taishang Taoist Master who practices the Supreme Taoism. His soul carries the Supreme Being forgot about his feelings and regards the world as sacrifices. When I am on the creation, the Supreme One's nature. This kind of soul characteristic is unpredictable to heaven and earth, and is the god of the gods and the way of the Tao.

The Amitabha Sutra that Hong Yi practiced, the soul of the soul carries the true nature of Amitabha Buddha who has never obsessed his true nature for thousands of lifetimes, and has infinite life, so his soul recovers very quickly.

Hong Yi deeply understood these principles, practiced Taoism, and visualized the appearance of the gods and Taoist priests. He did not want to learn their appearance, but to understand the essence and essence represented by the gods and Taoist priests.

As for those specific Taoist techniques, they are all small techniques.

There are many small techniques, and I can’t learn them better. Hong Yi naturally will not lose his roots and pursue the ends.

Now that he wants Murong Yan to draw the appearance of Xuantian Daozun, he naturally needs to understand the essence of the darkness of Xuantianguan.

Amitabha Buddha’s infinite life and infinite light are just opposite to Xuantian Daozun. If you understand the essence of Xuantian Daozun, it will be of great benefit to Hong Yi’s contemplation of the Amitabha Sutra.

No matter how many questions you ask, it is better to ask Murong Yan to draw a natal Taoist god she visualized.
Chapter completed!