My Taoist Companion is the White Wolf

Chapter 17

Early the next morning, seeing Yunhong and Bailang coming out of a room, Tongguan subconsciously helped his chin:

The times have really changed, my lord, do you still have to sleep with me now that I am a probation officer?

One person and one wolf didn't eat, and wandered to the back mountain.

Ziyun Cave is built next to the mountain, and the back mountain faces south facing the cliff. It is foggy at the moment, and the branches growing on the cliff can be vaguely distinguished.

When the wind blows, the morning mist shakes like a veil.

It's a very fairy-like picture, so beautiful that it doesn't look like the capital.

Waking up early in the morning, the mountain wind was very strong, and Yunhong felt that his hair was all over his head and he couldn't control it. He was blown into S for a while, and B for a while, and his face was covered with paste.

The ends of the hair were drawn on the frozen flesh, and it was burning and painful.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the guardian, his body was still covered with a protective shield, his hair was soft and windless, and he was not affected at all.

Let other mountains be fierce, I am alone beautiful.

It's as beautiful as P came in.

Yunhong shrunk his neck, and tried to mobilize his spiritual power, imitating it to coat his body surface.

He seems to be born with a sense of intimacy with spiritual power. He has tried his best to study it for the past few days, and he can control it like a finger, and he succeeded once.

This feeling is really subtle, like opening up a space alone, even if the wind and rain outside are miserable, I will not be affected at all.

Tong Guan didn't know when to follow him, and when he saw his smiling face, and then looked at the thin layer of spiritual power covering his body, he felt a little jealous.

Oh shit!

Droughts die from droughts, and floods die from floods.

Big demons, like immortal cultivators, can absorb spiritual energy for their own use, but ordinary monks cannot.

You can't even keep the aura, let alone such a subtle control.

Even if the body is tempered again and again, in the final analysis, it is still human.

As a human being, he knows the cold and fears the heat, so at most he should be stronger.

A relatively flat part of the back mountain has been dug into a square, and the ground is paved with gray stone slabs of the same color.

There is also an altar on the rectangular square, surrounded by iron fences, and it is not a big deal.

Yunhong could feel that the aura in this area was particularly strong, and the spirit gathering array should be on the altar.

The outside of the altar is full of medicinal herbs. Over the years, they are nourished by the spiritual energy to become spiritual herbs. When they mature, they will produce spiritual energy to feed back to the outside world, forming a big cycle.

When it comes to herbal medicine, one cannot fail to mention Taoist alchemy.

In the early years when elixirs were popular, eight of the ten Taoist temples had special alchemy rooms, which were especially rich in alchemy madmen.

Now that this is mentioned, the first reaction of most people may be: the evil way will harm the country, such as the few unlucky emperors in history who were addicted to taking drugs/drugs.

In fact, they are all extreme and nostalgic for the world of mortals. The Taoist priests who are really addicted to alchemy don't even bother to preach, let alone fight for power and profit:

Believe it or not, pull it down, start it, don't disturb Lao Tzu's ascension.

Since ancient times, Taoism and medical skills have not been separated. Many Taoist priests are well-known Xinglin masters, and their medical skills are quite good.

Until today, many Taoist temples still sell pills with national quasi-brand names, and the same is true for Ziyun Cave.

However, with the deepening of alchemy activities, the skill points of some Taoists began to crooked, often causing explosions.

Many chemical products that promote the development of history were originally by-products of alchemy, such as fire/powder, strong acid, etc.

It is no exaggeration to say: at a specific historical point, pulling out a team of alchemy lunatics can almost destroy half of the earth.

"It's all here, let's take a look."

Tongguan rolled up his sleeves and pouted at the altar.

The stone steps leading to the altar are engraved with lotus patterns, implying that lotus will grow step by step.

Taoism highly respects the lotus flower, and the most famous one about this element is the Yuqing lotus flower crown, which ranks among the three Taoist crowns together with the Taiqing fishtail crown and the Shangqing lotus crown. worn.

There are a total of 81 steps, which are the same as the circular magic circle with a radius of 9 meters on the altar, which means ninety-nine return to one.

Yunhong peeked from above the fence, the four corners of the altar were engraved with decorative patterns, and densely packed layers of lines formed a large circular formation in the center.

Sure enough, it was the Spirit Gathering Formation, but it seemed to be different from what I saw on the fragmented scroll.

The spiritual power required to draw a magic circle soars with the expansion of the area, not the kind where one plus one equals two, but doubled.

Before he tried to draw the spirit-gathering array, the half-meter-diameter almost drained himself, but the one in front of him is a full 9 meters.

What is this concept?

He didn't dare to think, and couldn't think of it.

Probably the difference between slaughtering a chicken and slaughtering a dragon.

Yunhong circled the altar twice, the first wave of amazement was not over, and the second wave came:

There is more than one formation on the altar, and there is a protective formation outside the spirit gathering formation.

The two formations are quite similar, and they borrowed several circuits from each other, so nested in layers, they are inseparable.

The operation principle of the magic circle is a bit like medicine. Many traditional Chinese medicines need medicine primers, and large-scale formations also need the spiritual power source of the drawer, that is, the core spiritual power condensation to drive it.

But as time goes by, the source of spiritual power will gradually dissipate.

When it completely dissipates, the formation will be useless.

But the formation in front of me has greatly improved this ancient problem:

The aura gathered by the spirit gathering array can continuously support the operation of the protective array, which is equivalent to providing an external thrust for a car, which greatly reduces the consumption of the source of spiritual power; and the protective array can protect the gathering spirit array from damage, Controlling the speed at which the aura leaks out...

The painter's understanding and control of spiritual power must have reached the point of perfection, and he also has extraordinary insights in formations. Otherwise, the two nested formations interfere with each other and cannot operate normally. It exploded.

Yunhong was fascinated by it, and instinctively stretched out his fingers to trace in the void.

Stroke by stroke, gradually, he seemed to resonate with the source of spiritual power at the core of this formation.

The source of spiritual power of each person is unique and is a part of the consciousness. The source of spiritual power left behind is like a DNA sequence. Partial trace.

This is a dialogue that spans time and space.

His person is still standing here, tracing the other party's masterpiece from a distance very slowly, but his soul and consciousness seem to have been separated from the body, flying towards the remaining spiritual power in the formation.

In an instant, the vicissitudes of the sea and the stars are changing, and Yun Hong seems to be able to see the galaxy above his head and the mountains and rivers below his feet.

The universe is so big, and human beings are so small. Standing in it, he will not be more conspicuous than a grain of sand in the Ganges River or a grain of millet in the sea.

He witnessed the collapse of mountains, the diversion of rivers, the change of dynasties and the changes of the world, the joys and sorrows of people in the world, and the joys and sorrows of people in the world...

He was just a foreigner who strayed in, dazed and amazed, and a faint thread of spiritual power extending from his fingertips prevented him from getting lost in it.

Tongguan and Ange watched Yunhong go from amazed to fascinated, and finally stood there motionless with his eyes blank.

Just when they wondered if something had happened, the peaceful Gathering Formation suddenly raged:

The spiritual energy that was originally overflowing slowly seemed to be pressed the playback button. It paused for a while, and then quickly flowed backwards, converging in mid-air into whirlwinds, and pouring them into Yunhong's body in curls.

At the beginning, it was a thin strand, and gradually it became a strand, and finally it was like a hurricane rising from the ground, and the spiritual energy gathered into a strong storm visible to the naked eye, like an ancient giant beast in Yunhong's body, whizzing and sucking go in.

At first, it was only inside the Spirit Gathering Formation, but Yun Hong seemed to be transformed into a bottomless dry well, and he was completely sucked up in the blink of an eye. The altar with him at the center actually formed a vacuum effect, and the spiritual energy in the surrounding area also poured back crazily. ...

The giant tree on the cliff was rattled by the blowing, the dead branches shook frantically, and even the roots that penetrated into the rock wall made an overwhelmed creaking sound.

Tongguan and Ange were almost unable to stand on their feet. They bent their knees and squatted down to avoid the flying sand and rocks brought from behind, but they still couldn't stop being pushed by the wind and slid towards Yunhong.

"Go!" Tongguan yelled, grabbing the fence tightly and pointing outside.

Spiritual energy enters the body, no matter how bad it is, it won't go bad, this kid is probably about to break through!

It's been too long in this world without an orthodox immortal cultivator, and no one knows what will happen when the immortal cultivator breaks through.

One of them is a demon and the other is an ordinary monk. Their attributes do not match fundamentally. It is dangerous to stay here.

Ange turned his head and saw two cyclones rising from the cliff at some point, like a ferocious dragon, wriggling towards this side with its teeth and claws.

Rubbing over the rock wall on the way, the protruding stones instantly turned into powder.

It raised its head and let out a long whistle, and the monster clouds around its four claws filled the air. It immediately stepped on the wind and looked down at Ziyun Cave.

At this time, the ground part of Ziyun Cave was completely covered by the cyclone, and only the vertical sky had the least impact. Looking down from here, one could only see the spirit energy attracted from all directions turned into a torrent and disappeared into the human body in the middle.

Tongguan burst into foul language.

If you want to leave, you won't take Lao Tzu with you?

Do you still have a little colleague love?

He was holding on to the railing while swearing, and walked down almost close to the ground. After walking a few steps, he felt a strong force coming from his back, and his whole body flew straight up.

It didn't strangle the neck, but the back of the Taoist robe was poked a few holes by the fangs.

Turning his head to look, he was facing a furry wolf face.

Good colleague!

Master Tongguan was moved with tears streaming down his face.

Ange took the man to the front yard, let go when he was five or six meters away from the ground, turned around and left.

Tongguan fell on a big horse in the howling wind, shouting with nosebleeds, "Do you want to go back?"

Although there was no frontal impact here, it was also affected. The ground trembled slightly, and the street lamps on both sides shook together.

Ancient immortal cultivators used to take subduing demons as their mission, how rational is Yunhong at this time?No one can guarantee.

The white wolf's footsteps did not stop in the sky, only the voice was blown to pieces by the strong wind:

"I am the Guardian..."