Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 236: How to ask

Early morning.

After Lu Tong washed carefully, he changed into a clean white robe and looked in the mirror, still a little worried.

"Si'er, how are you?"

Dian Si'er smiled, nodded and said, "Master, there are red, blue and gold on his body. Wearing a big white robe is not dull, just right."

He smiled, took out the jade charms, books, etc. from the golden belt, and then handed the belt to Dian Si'er.

"This belt is too tacky. You take it first. I'll go see the elder and put it on when I come back."

Dian Si'er said helplessly: "Master, the elders of the sect are highly cultivated and well-informed, so they shouldn't care about a belt."

Lu Tong shook his head, put on a storage bracelet, and put the things in it.

"It is a rare opportunity for the elders to ask the Dharma. If you are distracted, the elders may give you one more pointer."

When I joined the sect, the sect passed down many things.

Only in "The Elder Asks the Dharma", the word "reward" is used.

While chatting with Gu Su in the book street, Gu Su was extremely envious when he mentioned this matter. Only then did he realize that this reward was not available to everyone.

Tie up your hair and apply oil on the tiger's paws again.

Everything is ready.

He took a deep breath, took out a tiger-shaped jade talisman, and poured mana into it.

The jade talisman spread out and turned into a three-foot-long winged tiger, flying towards the outside of the mountain.

Lu Tong used his magic power and chased after him.

Outside Dachang Mountain.

After crossing two mountains, the winged tiger descended to the top of the third mountain.

The top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist.

He chased outside the clouds and mist, and was about to go in. Suddenly, the clouds and mist in front of him gathered and turned into a giant beast, which immediately retreated a few feet.

After a while, a white-faced young monk came out.

"Senior Brother Lu, please come with me."

"Good work."

When you enter the clouds, you will find a zigzag-shaped stone platform on the couch.

There are five stone piles erected on one side of the stone platform, and a spotted leopard mount is tied to one of the stone piles.

An arch bridge stretches out from the other side, half of which connects the stone platform and the other half of which introduces clouds and mist.

The young monk held a Ruyi in his hand, walked onto the arch bridge, and used Ruyi to disperse the clouds and mist.

Lu Tong followed closely behind.

Under the arch bridge, there is another stone platform.

A vigorous old pine grows in the corner of this stone platform, with stone tables and benches placed under the pine.

A formation was laid out around the table, and dozens of wisps of colored smoke were captured, which looked very mysterious.

The young monk walked to the corner on the other side of the stone platform.

Swinging Ruyi, the clouds and mist in front of him were dispersed, revealing a string of inverted cone-shaped mountain peaks floating in the air, with the faint sound of water below.

Lu Tong was secretly surprised.

Every step is a scene, and every corner is mysterious. This is what is called a cave.

I walked eight stone platforms in a row.

The young monk finally stopped, pointed to a bluestone path, and said: "Brother, please."

"Thank you."

He thanked her and stepped onto the bluestone.

Except for the surrounding six feet, everything in front, on both sides, and behind was shrouded in white mist.

Step by step, hundreds of steps.

Lu Tong looked around, lowered his head and continued walking. The tiger's claws landed on the bluestone, making a crisp sound.

A few hundred more steps, no change.

He took out a stick of incense and lit it, and the green smoke curled up behind him.

Until the incense burns out, there is still no change.

Lu Tong thought for a while, then raised his hands forward and said: "Disciple Lu Tong, pay your respects to the elder!"

It was silent, not even an echo.

"Forgive me for offending my disciple!"

The raging flames rose and turned into a fire tiger that was six feet and a half long, stepping on four fire dragons and rushing into the white mist.

After making a cup of tea, I was still surrounded by white mist.

He flew up so fiercely, stretched out his arm, grabbed the wind knife above his head, and slashed three times forward.

The Wind Sword, the Cloud Sword, the Fire Tiger, and the Purple Lightning Thousand-striped Snake were all used one by one.

Finally, take out the Great Sunro.

Holding the precious mirror in his hand, he was about to pour in his magic power when the white mist finally dispersed into a passage.

The end of the passage.

There is an old tree growing on the top of the mountain. The tree body is crooked, twisted and slanted, forming a strange tree chair.

A white-haired monk is lying in a tree chair.

His hair, beard and eyebrows are all white, but his face is very rosy.

The body is majestic, like a stone statue.

Lu Tong walked over quickly, cupped his hands and said, "Disciple Lu Tong, I have met the elder."

The white-haired elder smiled, nodded and said, "What a resemblance."

He was a little confused.

"Do you know anyone named Bu?"

"I don't know."

"Who taught you this "Secret Demon Fate Body Skill"?"

"Jing Xin, a disciple of Yiyi Sect."

"Mirror Heart?"

The white-haired elder thought for a moment and said, "The second disciple of Baorong?"

"Back to the elder, this disciple has never heard of this senior."

"That's weird. You don't know anything and yet you dare to practice this technique?"

Lu Tong smiled bitterly.

At the beginning, people were selected based on their skills, so there was no way to be picky.

The white-haired elder waved his hand and said, "That's probably it. Baorong's eldest disciple is from the Bu family. The method you just showed seems to be exactly the same as Crazy Bu!"

"What the elder said was Senior Bu Tianyuan who founded the sect?"

When I was at the gambling table for Jing Xin in Wuyou Mountain, I got a book of insights, which was written by Bu Tianyuan when he founded the dharma.

Most of the foundation of my previous practice stems from this insight.

"No, the technique was created by Bu Tianyuan, and Madman Bu is his son."

Lu Tong had no interest in the Bu family and just wanted to start asking questions as soon as possible. He turned over his hand and took out the "Legendary and Negative Blood Record".

The white-haired elder put away his smile, took out a stick of incense, lit it and inserted it into the tree trunk.

"Sit!"

He sat down cross-legged, glanced at the burning incense, and felt a sense of urgency in his heart. He said straight to the point: "Elder, I have practiced the "Secret Demon Fate Body Skill", can I practice the "Legendary Blood Record"?"

"Yes."

The boulder fell to the ground.

Lu Tong breathed a sigh of relief and looked slightly relaxed.

The white-haired elder continued: "Using the 'Mother's Purple Blood' to condense blood is slower and more difficult at best. But there is no need to worry about bloodline conflicts, and there are many more advantages."

"Elder, it is mentioned in the blood record that a drop of blood can transform all monsters in the world..."

"The final deduction of this book?"

"Yes. ~IndoMTL.com~ The white-haired elder smiled, waved his hand and attracted a string of white mist, which turned into a small tree in front of him.

The small tree has thick roots and many branches.

"Tree roots are blood seeds. Depending on the refining method, they can be transformed into various kinds of monsters, which are equivalent to tree branches."

Lu Tong nodded, glanced at Xiang, and his heart skipped a beat.

One quarter.

The white-haired elder took his time and waved his hand to attract a few strings of white mist.

He was so anxious that he wished he could let the elder speak with his magic power and finish ten sentences in one breath.

He is anxious and his tail swings from side to side subconsciously.

"Dang!"

A crisp sound.

A burst of mana flew out and hit the tail. The tail shook violently, as if its bones had been ripped out, and it collapsed.

"If you grow a tail, do you really have a monkey temperament? Listen in peace!"

Lu Tong immediately stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Disciple knows he was wrong!"

The white-haired elder continued to attract white mist, turning into nine small trees, forming a circle. Finally, I reached out a little, and nine tree roots grew and gathered in the center.

"Understood?"

"The elder means to refine a blood seed that encompasses all the monsters in the world?"

"Yes."

"But dragons, phoenixes, fish, and birds have different bloodlines, how about..."

"I don't know, it's just a deduction after all."

Lu Tong nodded and asked a few more questions about the blood record.

There is only a little red light left in the fragrance.

He asked quickly: "I have read the "Lotus Cleansing Pill Sutra" and happened to have some Agni Fire Ointment. Can it relieve the blockage of meridians?"

"Shit clogged."

The incense is gone.

The white-haired elder glanced at him and said: "Zhenyi Yizong Baorong is good at this. You know her disciples. It won't hurt to take more pills."

After speaking, close your eyes.

Lu Tong bowed and said, "Thank you, elder, for your advice!"