Grasping Evil

Those memories kept turning, so that Ning Fan gradually understood, and if he looked at the pallor in the magic charm thoughtfully.

He remembered the snow of Seven Plum City, the cold plum angry in the snow, with the warmth of home, like a brand, deeply engraved in his bone blood...

He remembered the old Pluto tree in the tomb of the Ghost Sparrow Sect. He remembered the bamboo sea in the tree boundary, in the hollow bamboo, and there was also a deep bond...

He remembered the immortal tree in the ruins of the ancient heavens, which was born from the burning of his wings, but withered from his salvation... Under the immortal tree, he fought in the previous life and also in this life. On that day the soldiers were liberated into the demons, with one enemy, why fight one war...

He remembered the willow tree seen in the blood of the slaughter palace. It was planted with his own hands when the great gate killed the Emperor's teenager. He used to enlighten himself under the tree for 10,000 years. When it was done, he exclaimed, "This is the way the tree is, how can man live with it?"

This pine, is not right...

In his life, there are too many memories related to trees, but there are no pine memories...

The pallor in this magic charm, although it contains very deep wooden perceptions, these perceptions are all perceptions of others.

By virtue of the enlightenment against heaven, I prefer to be able to learn from the feelings of others and integrate into my magic charm, but I cannot take the emotion from others and integrate into it...

Like, he could imitate Wood Four, paint the shadow of Little April into his magic charm, but he couldn't paint Wood Four's feelings for Little April's mood...

Why can the Buddha of Wood Four play a little bit of palm power, but other tree spirits can't do it?

Is it because of the deepest heartbeat of Wood Four within the Buddha charm...

Heartbeat... Heartbeat...

Ning Fan's eyebrows wrinkled tightly, his magic charm, missing that heartbeat...

“The method of mastery taught to the four trees by the Mu Songdao people is called the Ruthless Method… The first step is to merge the deepest heartbeat with the Dao understanding and draw it into the Buddha. Step two, it also seems necessary to completely erase the heartbeat from the mind in order to reach a state of nothingness in which the heart moves into extinction… The general step seems to be this, I have never used this method, and I can only guess one, two...”

“Thursday did his heart beat, but he couldn't do his heart extinction... he could use a little palm power, but he couldn't have his own palm void... If I were him, I could probably animate my heart into the magic charm, but I couldn't do my heart extinction either...”

“Man is not a grass tree, how can he be heartless? If he truly achieves no emotional realm, he is not a person... The method of the Mu Songdao people may help me step by step, it is just this method, after all, it is not suitable for me... and I always feel that there are still flaws in this method, what are the flaws, not to say for a moment...”

“If I were Thursday, I would keep that heart move in the magic charm, but I would never erase that initial heart move...”

Ningfan's eyes gradually cleared, lifted the room, and corrected the pattern in the magic charm.

The pine, which He erased and replaced, was a tree bearing the memories of his monastery.

It's a cold, independent plum!

Plum instead of pine, the magic charm's stroke hasn't changed, but it gives people a different feeling. Plum, it seems, contains a thousand deep feelings, enough to elicit the empathy of the viewer...

“May, carry the warm memories of my monastery. With May, you have a home. No matter how long you wander, you are not alone...”

Wu Lao Ba and the others all glanced at each other, only thought that Ningfan's new painting of the plum tree had unspeakable subtleties. Why exactly, but I can't say...

Adding a stroke is just a quantitative change; from pine to plum is a qualitative change.

The tree looked at the plum tree in the magic charm, but he alone saw some of the doorways. The plum tree, integrated with Ningfan's emotions, but that emotion, without grief...

Only, warm...

In this warmth, there may also be bitter memories, such as old demons, such as his parents, such as Ning Lon...

However, looking back, there is no sadness in Ningfan's heart, which is something that today's Thursday, in any case, cannot do.

Plum instead of pine, the magic charm's stroke is still 178 paintings, but compared to the previous magic charm, the wood path contains a lot more power, between the hidden, a little more power spread.

According to the method of the Mu Songdao people, the heart moves into the magic charm, can repair a little palm power, if the heart is extinguished, can completely repair the palm void...

Heartbeat, Ningfan can do it easily.

The heart is extinct. Anyone who can perceive the difficulty is never able to do it in the morning or in the evening, and he doesn't want to do it.

Among these plums, there are his deepest feelings, erase this sentiment, contradict his heart, less this sentiment, maybe he can succeed in the avenue, but not him anymore.

He doesn't care if his heart is extinguished. All he wants to do at this moment is blend that heart movement with the awareness and blend it into the magic charm.

The tree avenue became clearer in front of him, and as he came along, he seemed to... see his own tree avenue...

“What is wood? Wood is the root of five rows, trees without roots, cannot survive, people without roots, no home...”

Rather stare at the plum tree in the magic charm, where he finds his roots.

His roots, in the rain realm, in Vietnam, in Seven Mei City, in those countless snowy days...

His wooden path is also rootless, without roots, without him...

Wu Lao Ba was lost. He seemed to have seen the memories of his young family from the plum trees drawn by Ningfan.

He remembered his hometown house, the big mulberry tree in the yard, remembered that year, he was just a mountain village teenager, no monastery, no murder, no bad water in his stomach, no mighty earthquake for four days, but there was... home...

On the evening of the sunset, he sat under a mulberry tree outside the dirt house, waiting for his parents to rush the donkey cart back from the city, waiting for his father to lift him high, waiting for his mother to wash her hands and cook... his face was blurred in his memory, and he could not see clearly. But there are other things, engraved in the bones, no matter how many years passed, I can't forget...

“Tiger, are you hungry? ”

“It's getting cold. Is my son cold? ”

“... when Mother saves some more money, make me a new jacket...”

Wu Lao Yao had tears in his eyes, 34 million years of lonely construction of the true road, he walked too long, until he had forgotten, and he had a home himself. Violent and cunning like him, there is a soft spot in his heart. No one is allowed to deceive or touch it.

Master Song Guo Zen was also confused. Looking at the plum tree pattern, he also remembered his hometown tree, remembered his unmonastic home, remembered his mother staying up late lighting the oil lamp, gave herself new shoes, and remembered the sound of the admonition...

“My son is out of money. After the New Year's Eve, he's going to study in the city... go out, don't let silver money go, don't worry about home, listen to Master...”

And then...

Later he entered the city classroom, four years like a day of hard reading, then caught up with the army chaos, then, mother gone, home gone...

His heart was ashamed, he entered the open door, and his chances coincided with his journey to the realm of immortality. Today's East Heaven repairs the real world, he stomps his foot, the heaven trembles three times. He has been given a high weight, but has long forgotten where his mother's wild grave is buried...

As a family member, there is guilt in his heart, there is sadness...

The tree has roots, he, too...

A Kijima Gatekeeper showed confusion, remembered his hometown tree, and remembered a yellow but vivid figure in his hometown memory...

“What is this child enlightening! Such a powerful force can sink the group repair into it! ”

Thursday was a little horrified.

A thousand people understand the wooden avenue, there are a thousand different types, for example, Wood 7 sees pine needles, Wood 6 sees pine sounds, Wood 5 sees pine lines...

What did Ningfan see?

I don't know!

There is no higher or lower, but there is stronger or weaker!

Obviously, the tree avenue that Ningfan realized was already prototyped and very close to the origin of the tree avenue, otherwise it would not be possible to create such a powerful force, causing mass cultivation resonance!

Afterwards, it was a great sadness.

In the trance, Thursday seemed to see that bright and attractive little girl again, walking towards herself step by step and talking to herself.

He is a grasshopper, without parents, without family, without ever feeling warm. Only Little April brought him human warmth...

Faced with April, he didn't dare to be heartless, but he couldn't be heartless...

He had forgotten the warmth Little April had brought to him, but the magic charm of Ningfan had stirred all memories...

With her, with a family, without her, without a home...

Man is not a grass tree, how can he be heartless? He can't be heartbroken, can't be done...

“Trees are avenues, rooted in trees, which can derive pine roads, plum roads, bamboo roads... all the trees in the world are subordinate to this path... To realize such avenues, you must find a point as a breakthrough...”

“Qi Mei, is my root, along this root, I see more trees, such as shadows, behind me... these trees carry the memories that I have come all the way to. Only by incorporating these memories into the enlightenment can this plum tree be complete...”

Ningfan continued to raise his hand and painted the shadow of the ancient Pluto tree with a few pens on top of the magic charm. Next to the Pluto tree, he painted a shadow of the bamboo sea.

Hollow bamboo, with soul houses, soul roots, in the heart of bamboo. Root of soul, heart of bamboo, indivisible...

Ningfan remembered the underworld grave, the sparrow, the scattered demon Muro, and his past of crossing the tree boundary...

Drawings of magic charms, increasing.

179, 180, 181... 198!

With 20 pens, he painted the shadow of the Pluto ancient tree and the bamboo emperor. The pattern of the magic charm turned into a magic plum, and the background was the shadow of the Pluto tree and the Tianzhuhai.

Without stopping, Ning Fan painted the shadow of the immortal tree of the ancient heavens on the background of the magic charm. In this shadow, there is his two eternal obsession.

199 paintings, 200 paintings...

When the magic charm's brush painting exceeded 200 paintings, Ningfan suddenly glanced at it, painting 201, he could not paint it anyway...

Demon charms are good, Buddha charms are just as good. Hundreds of paintings and above are the ancestral charms, but even the nine great demon ancestors of the ancient demonic abyss, few people can raise the demon charms to more than 200 paintings. After 200 paintings, adding the brush painting requires not only awareness, but also painting with the blood of the ancestors...

Rather than knowing it, Fan had an instinct to urge him to do so.

“200 paintings later, between me and this magic charm, there seems to be a diaphragm again… the blood of the demons in my body burns, giving me an ancient magic instinct to dye my own blood on the magic charm… as if that's the only way to continue to paint the magic charm…”

There seemed to be a voice from the blood, constantly urging Ningfan to stain the demon charm with ancestral blood.

Ningfan, after only a moment of silence, followed this ancient magic instinct, lifted his hand and bit his fingertips, painted the 201st blood on the magic charm!

“This is the power of... ancestral blood! ”

Wu Lao Ba et al. have gradually awakened from their memories and perceived Ningfan's behavior of staining demonic charms with the blood of his ancestors.

After Jiuzu, there is no more ancestral blood demon head in the world. If anything comes out that has ancestral blood, it can definitely cause shock in the ancient demonic abyss!

Through the power of the ancestral blood, Nine paintings were drawn on the magic charm, drawing the shadow of half the immortal tree.

210th pen, Ningfan slightly beat, did not draw immediately, the previous 9 pens, he used up a whole drop of Moloch's blood!

When the ancestral blood is used, it can no longer be used to burn blood, but the ancestral demon pressure on the body of Ningfan has not diminished in the slightest, but is much thicker than before. The power of the blood of his ancestors has been incorporated into his magic charm. Make Ningfan at this moment, have an illusion, as if only after the blood melts into the charm, he is the true ancestor demon! to cultivate the ancient magic to its peak!

“Ancestral blood infiltration seems to be a necessity… is it possible that the future demonic blood of the ancestors also needs to be integrated into the spiritual wheel? Does the blood of the ancestors have to be incorporated into the heart? ”

“Moloch blood, I have 4 drops, 1 drop of blood pressure on my ancestors, enough to add 9 more strokes to my ancestors... If I want to continue adding strokes, I need to use other ancestors' blood...”

Without hesitation, Fan dyed the blood again and painted the ancestral blood into the magic charm.

The 2nd drop of ancestral blood was exhausted, and Ningfan drew a complete tree of immortality.

The third drop of ancestral blood was exhausted, and Ningfan killed the giant willow planted by the Emperor, drawing half.

The fourth drop of ancestral blood was exhausted. Ningfan painted the complete giant willow shadow, but because of the exhaustion of ancestral blood, he could not continue to add the magic pen painting.

The magic charm pen painting, finally rated at 236 paintings!

Unfortunately, the ancestral blood is not enough… Otherwise, he can draw more trees and integrate more emotions into the magic charm.

Perhaps, more ancestral blood will be repaired in the future, and he can continue to dye ancestral symbols with demonic blood, adding more strokes...

“It's a magic charm from 236! Master's qualifications are horrible! If you continue to grow, you are at least one of the top nine demon ancestors! If you can enter the Ancient Demon Nine Abyss, with the magic charm, you will be able to enlist a large number of fanatical magic tricks and accept them as servants! ”

Wu Lao Ba's vanity heart has been greatly satisfied, his master is strong, he can also be more honored, can't he? Feng Ningfan is the dominant one, let alone feel ashamed. Being a slave to the ranks of the nine great demons is no shame at all! How many people in the ancient demonic abyss might envy themselves!

Thursday's grief has faded and replaced it with a bitter smile.

“I don't know what this child understands, but I can see that this child is in love with the past. There is not necessarily a sad past in that emotion, but when he looks back, there is no sadness, only... warmth...”

“If I could sweep away the sadness in my heart, perhaps...”

I don't know, the moment that this thought was born in the four hearts of wood, the bottleneck that has been trapped for many years, there is a slight loosening!

Thursday was a bang, then a long sigh, close your eyes.

He seems to have found his way in the future…

Not heartless, not heartless, but forgetful...

Too much forgetfulness...

Watson, emptying, mindfulness… In fact, every step of practice in the Three Realms of True Immortals is leading the Brothers to the path of too much forgetfulness. However, there are too few monks who can really do too much forgetfulness, and often only one or two of 10,000 immortals. Occasionally, a monk can do too much forgetfulness, such as Yuan Yao, but others can't do it all the way to the Immortal King, such as Senro.

Once upon a time, Thursday couldn't do it either, but from now on, he will try to do it.

Not to forget Little April, but to bury it deep in your heart. Forget only the sorrow, but leave it in the Buddha's charm forever.

Is this... is what my brother called grass and trees heartless...

It's not heartbeat, it's not heartbreak, it's... forget...

“What kind of tree avenue do you dare ask Young-man?” Thursday suddenly smiled with a smile, and years of heart knots seemed to finally unravel some.

“It's root...” Ningfan was slightly surprised. Looks like Thursday figured something out, otherwise he wouldn't be so relieved.

“Root?” Thursday's heart moved, slightly disoriented, saying to himself, “Yeah... she's my root...”

“ … ”

Ningfan is speechless.

This conversation can't go on, this Thursday is completely a deep-rooted look, it can be about his little April...

But it looks like this person has not lost sight... have you figured out what to do with the obstacles in his mind...

“A little gift, to give to my little friend, is kind of to thank my little friend to unwind my happy ending. ”

Thursday gave Ningfan the true essence of his construction.

Knowing that some of his actions touched Thursday, Ning Fan did not refuse this thank-you gift. He took all the true essence of building wood and said goodbye to Thursday. He walked with everyone towards the third forbidden place.

The ancient pine of the third forbidden land is stronger than the fourth forbidden land, and the cultivation of the three trees is also much deeper than the four trees.

Listening to Master Song Guo Zen, Ning Fan has 236 magic charms, for which the wood is thirty cents moving. He promised to look only at Ning Fan's magic charms, and he would give them to Jianjin as a gift.

Demon and Buddha charms over 200 paintings are rare. Few ancient Buddhists in the West have cultivated more than 200 paintings of Buddhist charms; in the ancient demonic abyss, since the suppression of the Ninth Ancestor, it is even more unlikely to see the owner of 200 paintings of demonic charms.

Kisan didn't ask for anything. Just look at Ningfan's magic charm and you'll be sure to get proof from it.

Kisan also showed her Buddha to Ningfan, who only looked at it in a fantastic way and did not pay attention to it.

It doesn't make much sense to learn from other people's perceptions of Wood Avenue. And his ancient demon ancestor's blood was exhausted, for the time being, he could not continue to add the demon pen painting. Kisan wanted to see him add a brush painting, afraid she wouldn't see it.

After looking at the Buddha of Wood Four, and looking at the Buddha of Wood Three, Ningfan always felt that the Buddha of Wood Three was somewhat blind.

The Buddha of Wood Four integrates into affection, and the Buddha of Wood Four integrates into heartbeat. In contrast, the Buddha of Wood Three does not have heartbeat. Even if the Buddha of Wood Four is more than the Buddha of Wood Four, it cannot enter the eyes of Ningfan.

“Thursday has opened its heart, or one day, can regain the status of Thursday...”

After Ning Fan showed Kisan the magic charm, he harvested his true heart and left. Then he went to the second and first forbidden places, also showed only the magic charm, and then accepted to leave.

The Seven Forbidden Places, one by one, preferred to leave Song Guo and others and return to the Zen Court alone.

Ningfan was as sticky as Wu Lao Ba Niu Sugar. He tried to teach Wood Avenue with this cheap master, but was rejected by Ningfan.

Sorry, Ning Fan doesn't have time to deal with Wu Lao Ba right now. He has just created his own magic charm and painted four drops of blood into it. This is the moment to realize that no one can disturb him.

Once in the Zen Room, Ningfan immediately entered the Xuan Yin Realm, waved his hand, hundreds of green light groups flew up to the sky, condensed into a drop of green spiritual liquid like emerald.

This drip of spiritual fluid is the true essence of building the wood!

Feel the immense energy contained in the true essence of building wood, prefer not to move, that is false. The energy contained in this droplet of the true wood medulla is completely comparable to a complete Heavenly Spirit Yuanjing!

That is, as long as you refine this drop of wooden cord, Ningfan can completely repair the complete wooden yin and yang!

The only trouble is cultivating the Yin Yang tree and lacking a deep wooden attribute technique...

Above Kijima, there are several nine-star wooden attribute kung fu, but they are all Buddhist kung fu, preferring to practice as ancient demons, of course.

In the tower of the Tibetan scriptures sent by the ancient Emperor, there was no proper method of work, so that Ningfan moved other thoughts.

He wanted to create his own kung fu and write down all the wooden inspirations he had gained this time!

In ancient times, some low-order Immortal Emperors were able to create nine-star kung fu. Ningfan is now cultivated, and with the enlightenment of the second realm of Heavenly Man, they are fully qualified to create their own kung fu.

The magic charm has been incorporated into the power of the woodwork. If you create your own kung fu, you will create a wooden magic kung fu. Nine great gods Yin Yang, Ningfan has built three, for rain, war, darkness, it is also time to build one!

“With the enlightenment of my life, I prefer to open too ancient...”

Ningfan turned toward the Xuanyin realm of hiding the Sutra Tower, bending his hand, time, a roll of too ancient magic magic magic magic, flying out of the tower, piling up like mountains in the cloud.

Ningfan swept his sleeves and flew directly into a millennial tower with a mountain of kung fu.

If you create your own kung fu method, this countless kung fu method can be used as a reference...

…

Ten days of covenant with the Woodsundayers passed.

In the Zen Yard, the two shadows seem to walk directly out of the endless void, which is precisely the wooden pine and the towering corpse.

As soon as they appeared, they saw Ningfan waiting under an ancient pine in the courtyard.

But ten days ago, Ning Fan at this moment gave Mu Song and Xiangzi a natural feeling.

It is as if standing before them is not Ningfan, but a tree, a tree rooted on the island of Wood and connected to nature. Even the breathing room gives a sense of life.

There is no doubt that this is a fruitful performance of the woodwork!

“Oh? It's been ten days, my friend's cultivation seems to have improved a lot...”

The corner of the wooden loose mouth was laughing, but it really shook my heart.

If he's not mistaken, Ningfan, the ancient ancestor, in ten days, became the fourth Yin and Yang!

Even more surprisingly, the tree path on Ningfan is flowing in a very strange direction, unlike any other tree he knows...

“What kind of lost magic work is this child repairing... some eyes, never heard of this work...”

Amazingly, Kisumoto asked casually, "I don't know what the name of the kung fu is? ”

“The First Book of Taoism. ”

Ning Fan told Mu Song the name of his own creative work.

The reason why it is called the Taoist Scriptures, not the Magic Scriptures, is that Ningfan not only wrote the Book of Wood Yin Yang, but also the three great yin and yang methods of rain, war, and darkness. After deletion, they were included in the Scriptures.

Instead of practicing twenty-seven kung fu, Ningfan preferred to create a more complete kung fu method directly covering the twenty-seven yin and yang he practiced.

It is not easy to talk about, but it is not impossible for him, a monk of the Second Realm of Heavenly Man, to do so.