Chapter 367: Seven arrows with nail heads show their power, the way rises, the devil disappears, and the guest returns

"Just watch carefully and see how this fight will be played out, lest you feel resentful in the future because I did not pass on the great Dao to you."

When Gu Qingyuan started talking to Gao Songyan, he saw that the red-eyed Vajra was showing off his treasure. He untied his belt and pinched a red cloth bag off from it.

This red cloth bag also has a name. It is called the fire bag, also known as the five-cloud bag. It can disperse smoke, fire, fog, miasma, and gas. Because these five types are like water vapor clouds, it is named the five clouds.

There is something special about this treasure. Song Xiaochan gathered a nest of fire silkworms, spun out the cocoons, and got half a bolt of fire silk, which she mixed with some fire essence from the sun and poisonous fire from the earth's lungs, and refined into a fire-washing cloth that can avoid fire and preserve fire.

The magic skills that casual cultivators acquire through patchwork are mostly about ghosts and monsters, and evil spirits. A good fire-proof cloth is mixed with a lot of poisonous gas and flames, and contains a lot of evil fire, turning it into an evil treasure.

Once it is launched, red fire, smoke, miasma, black fog and poisonous gas will erupt at the same time, making people dizzy and their bodies consumed by fire. No one will have a good ending.

Fighting with magic, one is fighting, the other is magic, fighting is a skill, using some strategies, moves, there are more methods, magical powers, spells, magic weapons, swords and pills, everything is included, it pays attention to one unique trick, to be successful in the world, and in this world, even if your Taoism is not obvious, if you have a powerful magic weapon, you can also suppress the heroes.

Therefore, there are often independent cultivators who stay in dangerous places such as underground fires, miasma swamps, etc. for years, sometimes hundreds of years, just to absorb some evil spirits and forge a treasure to protect themselves. Their lives and property depend on this treasure, so they will definitely take it very seriously.

As for the righteous cultivators, it is not so troublesome. On the one hand, they have a master, cause and effect, and treasures are waiting for the right people. On the other hand, they have more money and some precious materials and spiritual energy to choose from, making it easier to refine treasures. It is precisely because they can enjoy the shade under a big tree. This is also the fundamental reason why the orthodox Xuanmen looks down on those unorthodox cultivators. They are much worse off in terms of foundation, and they lose in all fights. Without strength, they naturally have neither substance nor face.

Song Xiaochan was teased like this, so she knew what Gu Qingyuan was thinking. That damn King of Heaven clearly asked her to call him daddy, which was exactly what she had said at the beginning about him becoming his godparents and was mocking her.

Even Linglongxin could not hold back Mingwang's anger, so she took out the fire bag, and the red magic power seeped into it, and the bag opened.

The mouth is big and the bag is small, and it spits out five-colored gas: red, black, green, purple and white. It turns into streams of fire, fog balls, green miasma, and murderous aura. It is a grand scene showing the power of the devil.

This fire bag also has the ability to blow air. Once the air is exhaled, a strong wind will rise, sweeping the five-flame flames towards Gu Qingyuan.

Gu Qingyuan was not worried, as he was Song Xiaochan's ancestor when it came to using fire. He stretched out his hand and flicked, and a little bit of real fire from the sun came out. This fire was extremely pure, and was also known as air fire. It was a wisp of the power of the sun that was refined, and it could burn anything.

A golden flame swayed and fell towards the black and red flame wind, which was much slower. Song Xiaochan grinned. He had spent an unknown amount of time to refine that treasure and most of his fortune had been put into it. How could that tiny flame be able to stop it?

But the next second, his face froze, and he saw the golden flame hit the eye of the wind and exploded in an instant. The original black and red wind turned into a golden cyclone. No matter whether it was the poisonous gas or the miasma, it all turned into firewood for the Great Sun True Fire and burned it all.

Even the poisonous fire from the earth's lungs taken from the center of the earth was ignited by the true fire of the sun. Fire ignited fire, and everything was burned. Revealing a trace of divine power, the golden cyclone shook a few times, and suddenly exploded. Countless flames flew towards Song Xiaochan with the strong wind, and were about to ignite the fire bag against the wind.

Song Xiaochan was not willing to comply. She quickly cut off her magic power, collected the cloth bag, and suddenly stopped the magic power. Her breath was reversed. He felt a tightness in his chest, and had been injured secretly. However, Song Xiaochan did not hesitate. She collected the magic weapon and quickly retreated. She slipped away.

"It's impossible to do anything. You have to flee thousands of miles away. For a cultivator like this, you can tell the difference between good and bad. You clearly sensed something was wrong before, but you hesitated. If you had fled as soon as we met, I wouldn't have forced you to stay."

Gu Qingyuan carefully instructed Gao Song: "I will only practice once. How much you can learn depends entirely on your understanding."

Seeing Song Xiaochan rubbing her feet, Gu Qingyuan shouted: "That monk, look who I am!"

When the shout came out, Song Xiaochan was in a daze and wanted to not look, but she still took a look under the guidance of the qi. Just this one glance made her mind confused.

In his consciousness, a figure emerged behind the elegant Taoist priest. He was wearing a grey robe and his face could not be seen clearly. Only traces of ink were smeared on him. An endless and wild aura came from him, which made him stand still and his mind freeze.

"My method of summoning the immortal is a technique of borrowing power. I borrow the power of Wu Hong. This technique is called Qi Pulling. Combined with my technique of calling the name, he will have to look even if he doesn't want to. One look will freeze his Qi and he won't be able to escape."

Gu Qingyuan said, and Gao Song nodded repeatedly after hearing it. He waved his hand again, picked up the weeds in the garden, and made a straw man out of them.

"The art of Fu Luan is a way to use the power of ghosts and gods to predict yin and yang and avoid disasters, but this fighting method is not inferior to others."

He raised his hand and forcibly plundered a stream of Qi from Song Xiaochan, and pressed it onto the straw man: "If you use this technique, you must first use Baisha to calculate the other person's birth date, roots and origins, and then plunder a stream of Qi and place it on this straw man."

Gu Qingyuan smiled slightly. Song Xiaochan's fate was not over yet, so it would be difficult for her to achieve her full potential. It would be bad if she escaped by chance. But this did not pose a problem for him. With a thought, he brought forward the catastrophe that would happen several years later to today, and made himself Song Xiaochan's human catastrophe. It's not that I want to kill you, but your catastrophe is approaching!
"Fellow Daoist Song, I calculated the secrets of heaven and found that you are in danger of a bloody disaster!"

He said something like fellow Taoist Shen Gongbao asking him to stay. The cause and effect are infinite, the power is infinite, he is a jinx and a crow's mouth.

"Take this straw man." Gu Qingyuan handed the straw man to Gao Song, and looked at Song Xiaochan, who couldn't stop sighing: "Who am I? I can't even let you call me ancestor, let alone call me Laozi. If I call you that, I will make you lucky and blessed, and you will be able to become an immortal and be protected by boundless blessings. But you don't know what's good for you."

Song Xiaochan's fate was changed and she was faced with a calamity. Now she was blinded by the calamity and had no inspiration. How could she listen to these words? She couldn't even hold on to her chance of survival and was heading straight for death. Her temperament became extremely violent.

"That Taoist, what kind of evil magic is this? Let me go quickly, or I will make sure that no one in this Canxia Mountain will be left alive!" He kept roaring. He was in a state of distress, but he spoke wildly. One can see the power of the calamity in this world.

Gu Qingyuan couldn't help but sigh. The cultivators in this world seemed to be free and easy, but in fact they were shackled. They didn't practice external skills, and when disaster struck, they lost their minds, just like Song Xiaochan, who was about to turn into ashes but didn't repent. "There are methods of nightmare victory and soul-stealing techniques in the world, and the shamanism of the horse-riding immortals has many methods of helping soldiers in the four seas and the great shamanistic tunes. The method I passed on also has a song called the Prayer Song of Peace. This song of peace has a set of movements that requires you to perform 28 tricks."

As he spoke, he knocked down Gao Song's bun, revealing his face covered by his black hair. As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Song began to move his hands and feet as if they did not belong to him.

It jumped and moved, fluttered left and right, and danced with the straw man in its hand floating in the air and dancing around in circles. It looked funny, because the tall pine tree was not very coordinated. However, the movements had a wild charm of their own. A faint long cry came from the air, without any words, just humming in its own tone.

After the dance, Gao Song knelt upright and paid homage. The straw man in front of him activated his Qi and produced a talisman. He bowed his head, which made Song Xiaochan's heart rage. She felt as if she was being fried in oil. She bowed again, but she could not think of anything and felt drowsy. After bowing for the third time, she was startled and could hardly get up. She lay limply, one of her souls having been taken away by Gao Song. A person has three souls and seven spirits. If one is missing, it is incomplete. How can anything be accomplished?
"My method is actually a cruel magic that can curse people from a distance of thousands of miles. You are shallow in Taoism and your cultivation is not deep. By bowing three times, you can only collect one soul. If you practice it yourself in the future, you can kill someone with just one bow."

Gu Qingyuan pinched Song Xiaochan's soul and looked at the man again. He was barely breathing, neither alive nor dead, and had fallen asleep. He was the incarnation of an external calamity, and if he wanted to take Song Xiaochan's life, he had to do it himself.

"If you have my method, you will know good and bad fortune, and naturally you will know who can be moved and who cannot be moved. If you think about it, you can become a master of a side sect. My method contains dozens of spells. Even if you only practice one, you can achieve success and fame."

He said to Gao Song who was kneeling on the ground: "If you can comprehend this art of soul worship, you can also develop a magical power called Seven Arrows with Nailed Heads, which is one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Techniques. Even if you are a mortal, you can make those immortals who worship you wish for neither life nor death."

"Well, I'll let you open your eyes!"

Gu Qingyuan spoke. With this tall pine tree as a foundation, even if he could cultivate a magical power and display it in this world, the immortals and gods would not notice it. He did not need to kowtow, just to practice the magical power. With his identity and status, even if he was reincarnated with a thought, he was born with nobility. Even if he did not use the seven arrows, with one kowtow, Song Xiaochan would lose her luck and fortune, and her fate would be repaid immediately.

He clenched his hands, and the talisman standing in front of the straw man trembled and turned into a small black-headed arrow with Song Xiaochan's name and birthday clearly written on it. Gu Qingyuan waved his hand again, and the black-headed arrow turned into black light and shot into Song Xiaochan's head.

This arrow looks ordinary, but it is actually dangerous. Killing such a wild cultivator is like using a butcher knife to kill a chicken. The black-headed arrow flies out, without breaking the Dharma body or destroying the spiritual energy. It only exerts its power on the three souls and seven spirits. The black light passes through, piercing the soul and the spirit into pieces. Song Xiaochan died in the calamity at that time, and her true spirit was reincarnated.

The scene was extremely dull, but it made Gao Song break out in a cold sweat. He knelt on the ground and didn't dare to get up. It was only after Gu Qingyuan helped him up that he finally had the strength to stand up.

"Song Xiaochan's magic power is weak, and she can't withstand a single arrow. Now that your fate has passed, you will have a bright future and a vast expanse of splendor. My small temple cannot keep you, so go now," Gu Qingyuan waved his hand, "Our fate has ended. If you cause trouble in the future, don't tell me my name, or I'll be pierced by an arrow and make you taste the pain of seven arrows."

After issuing the order to expel him, Gao Song left. Gu Qingyuan watched his back as he walked down the mountain and was lost in thought.

Gao Song was just as he said, not some peerless fairy flower nor any profound fairy fate, but he did have some aura of a master of a side sect. It was just that he was not meant to be in this world and needed to go through another life to see the clues. As for Song Xiaochan, she was a person without luck and had become a pig, dog or animal. It was not Gu Qingyuan's turn to care about her. It was also a good deed for her to just be used as fertilizer to nourish Gao Song's luck.

Gu Qingyuan was talking so much, it was nothing more than a casual move, using Gao Song's hand to deduce his magical powers. Don't think that he did it easily, once he turned into Gao Song, if he was not careful, he would be backfired by his skills, and if he made a mistake, his luck would be gone.

Not only that, this Gao Song has another great use. When Gu Qingyuan was refining the weapon, he got a glimpse of the secret. This destiny was to increase the demons and eliminate them, and it increased the authentic fortune of Xuanmen. It prospered for three hundred years before it declined and ushered in the demon calamity that eliminated the demons and increased them.

A single thread can move the whole body. Not to mention the devil's calamity three hundred years later, just the prosperity of this Taoist sect has attracted countless people's calculations and attention. There are countless hidden players and strategies, all of which want to use this eternal pattern to determine their destiny, refine the devil and become a Taoist, produce a few ascended immortals, and increase their destiny.

And this Gao Song, after his life ended and he was reincarnated, still had some connection with the destined person who would bring prosperity to the Taoist sect. Gu Qingyuan wanted to use this small fulcrum to change the overall situation and get a piece of the pie.

"There are still thirty-three years before the catastrophe begins, which is the right time for me to grow. I need to at least become a Sanxian in order to cope with the situation where the Xuanmen Sect opens up, the Dao Sect walks down the mountain, and the demons are killed in large numbers."

Gu Qingyuan looked up. There were many immortals, Buddhas, and emperors who had landed on the mortal world. Now he had to join the game and meet these immortals and gods. As for the real confrontation, it would depend on when Taoist Duobao could go back in time and travel to the ancient times to take a position in the ancient situation.

How to do it depends on how many magic weapons Gu Qingyuan, who has transformed into a Taoist priest of fire, refines as a driving force, and the prosperity of the Taoist sect comes at the right time.

After finishing his thoughts, Gu Qingyuan closed the door of the temple, and concentrated on refining his own pure Yang fire magic power. His magic power was still weak, and his Taoism was insufficient. He relied on his mysterious supernatural powers and various means to gain the upper hand. Song Xiaochan was a low-level figure and a marginal material, so it was easy to kill her, and it would not cause much trouble.

On a whim, Gu Qingyuan counted with his fingers and thought: It turns out that a guest will be arriving soon. Then he sank into his mind and concentrated his spiritual power. It has only been three or four months since he came to the world, but he has already seen some changes.

Thousands of miles away, a monk's brows twitched and he stopped twisting the Buddhist beads. He felt that something was happening that concerned him. He then put his hands together, connected his mind to the Lingshan Buddha Fruit Heaven, and made some calculations.

"So it turns out that the person who was destined to collect the calamity was killed by someone. The aura was extremely pure and clean. Although it was weak, it had already become very quiet. I wonder which authentic master this was who was reincarnated."

The big monk murmured to himself. He had no resentment about being robbed of his external power and losing the opportunity to accumulate external power. Instead, he felt a little happy.

"The Red-Eyed One's fate had not yet come, so I could not kill him. I allowed him to commit more murders, which was indeed my fault. Now that he has escaped the calamity, he has less sins, which is also a blessing. I wonder what means the person who was destined to be calamity used, and what price he paid."

As he said this, he stood up and said, "If the roots of such a quiet monk are blocked and die halfway, it would not be good. The great monk is so quiet that he wants to move. You should also go to meet him and make a good connection."

As soon as he stopped talking, he left the temple, rushed over the mountains and crossed the rivers, and sped away.

(End of this chapter)