Chapter 157: The Flying Sword Technique "As the ancients said, only names and tools cannot be borrowed from others." Taoist Master Weiyuan walked into the Laojun Temple swinging his whisk. He first bowed three times to the statue of Taishang Laojun, and then looked at the other "Taoist Master Weiyuan" who looked exactly like himself on the cushion. "Now, it's not just about name and weapon. You old bastard, you are completely pretending to be an old Taoist." Taoist Wei Yuan laughed and scolded: "What's more, you are in front of the statue of Laojun Ye. The Taoist master may have prepared to strike you with thunder." "Master Laojun wouldn't be so stingy." The "Master Weiyuan" who was sitting on the cushion spoke as he raised his hand and waved. I saw a flash of black true energy and then it turned into its true form. He lost his sage-like temperament and became somewhat rogue and lazy. His originally neat Taoist robe also became casual and unruly. All in all, this is an old Taoist who is a bit vulgar. The old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the cushion in a very ungraceful manner, which was totally different from his original image of transcendent temperament.

He didn't even look at Taoist Wei Yuan, but just raised his hand to call for a few cushions and put them together to make a simple bed. With another wave of his hand, Jiang Lin's body floated up and lay flat on the mat. The old Taoist priest was sitting nearby, tapping Jiang Lin's side gently with the whisk in his hand. Of course there are mosquitoes and flies in this season, but they will definitely not appear in this Laojun Temple. The old Taoist's action is more like a habit. Because there will be flies and mosquitoes in Ziweiguan. For many years, every midsummer, he would watch over the sleeping child like this. However, the little boy has now grown into a teenager, and has achieved considerable cultivation. In the Taoist world, he can be considered a high-level master. "There are so many disciples in Shifang Monastery, it's impossible for Daozu to just stare at this place." The old Taoist continued nonchalantly. "Are you from Shifang Forest?" Taoist Priest Wei Yuan curled his lips, flicked his whisk, and said disdainfully: "The palace and temple built by the Taoist master are the ten-direction monastery, while your small temple can only be a temple for descendants at best." The so-called Temple of Descendants is a term used within Taoism, referring to the temple where the master and his disciples are of the same lineage and have few or no descendants. It is considered a "hidden sect" within Taoism. To be honest, there is no distinction between high and low. It is possible that an immortal Taoist is hidden in some unknown temple. Of course, what Taoist Master Wei Yuan said at this moment was just to put pressure on the old Taoist. (Originally, the main difference between the Ten Directions Monastery and the Path of Descendants Temple, apart from the size, was not the size, but whether or not it accepted orders from fellow wanderers and whether or not it had four rooms and four halls. However, this was changed here and it is a secondary setting.) "hehe." The old Taoist just sneered, pointed at Jiang Lin, and said: "I calculated that you have 8,000 disciples in Shangqing Palace, but is there any one who can compare to this kid of mine?" "Even if it is the Beidi ancestral temple in Magu Mountain, if my disciple goes there, he will have to be a high-level master uncle." Taoist Master Wei Yuan did not respond when he heard this, but just sucked his teeth secretly.

Although this old Taoist is a bit of a jerk, his ability to recruit disciples is truly enviable. In all his many years of experience, Taoist Master Weiyuan has never seen many disciples who are better than Jiang Lin. Even if there is, it is because they had an innate advantage and got it too easily. No one is as ruthless as this child. "Old bastard." Taoist Priest Wei Yuan could only curse in the end. In terms of morality and bottom line, he can be said to have completely crushed this old man, but in terms of disciples... What kind of disciple? The one I accepted was the sin of my previous life... The old Taoist sneered, Weiyuan's attack power was not as good as a dog on the street. "How is my disciple doing in Kyoto?" Taoist Priest Wei Yuan heard this, glanced at Jiang Lin, and said, "What can we do? He is still the same as Master Heilulu at heart, and he is evil in a righteous way." Having said this, he paused for a moment and said with emotion: "Speaking of which, I have seen many evil mages, but this is the first time I have seen someone as cruel as your child in the human world." "Hey, you are an old bastard who has not yet achieved immortality, and you have seen many black law mages?" The old Taoist curled his lips and couldn't say two serious words. "Snapped!" Taoist Wei Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth, and without even looking at him, he swung his whisk over, hitting the old Taoist on the forehead. "You old bastard, are you going to use force if you can't win the argument?" The old Taoist rubbed his forehead unhappily, stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Come on, come on, come with me to practice outside?" "hehe." Taoist Priest Wei Yuan sneered and said, "I am just an old bastard who has not yet achieved immortality. How can I be a match for you, the great god of Fengdu?" He emphasized the four words "Fengdu God". The old Taoist scratched his head in dismay and muttered, "I don't know where you get the confidence to mock me, old man. Aren't you the same?" “Who is like you?” Taoist Priest Wei Yuan curled his lips slightly, swung his whisk to chase him away, and said, "Get out of here now. I'm annoyed when I see you." "If you can't scold me, then cheat me." The old Taoist muttered something and staggered out of the Laojun Temple. Before leaving, he looked back at his sleeping disciple. "Old brother, please help me take good care of this child." He rarely became serious. "Does it take you more words?"

Taoist Priest Wei Yuan followed him out of the Laojun Temple, but just stood on the steps and watched the old Taoist leave. Just as the old Taoist was walking down the steps and about to disappear, Taoist Weiyuan's expression changed. "I say, when are you going to let this child see you?" The old Taoist stopped and listened to the voice of Taoist Weiyuan. "I don't know how happy this child will be when he sees you." The old Taoist hesitated for a moment. However, the old Taoist shook his head and muttered to himself, "It's not the right time yet. He has his own way to go." "Besides, you're the second person to tell me this." As he spoke, the old Taoist grinned, a scoundrelly smile, but his tone was forced with disdain. "Why should I explain my actions to you?" Taoist Master Wei Yuan's face darkened upon hearing this, and he prepared to kick. "Om..." Accompanied by a flash of black true energy, the old Taoist's figure disappeared. "Snapped!" Taoist Weiyuan raised his head slightly, and it turned out that a black energy appeared on his forehead without him noticing, and slapped him hard. "This old bastard really doesn't want to suffer any loss at all." Taoist Master Weiyuan rubbed his forehead with a mixture of anger and amusement, then turned around and went back to the Laojun Temple. The compassionate eyes of the statue of Taishang Laojun quietly lowered and fell on the sleeping young Taoist priest. Taoist Wei Yuan walked in, looked up at the statue, and said softly, "What do you think if we trick this child into our home?" There was no response, but Taoist Wei Yuan nodded slightly. "It's a bit troublesome. Forget it. If the North Pole makes trouble, I guess you will be in trouble for a while." Taoist Master Wei Yuan spoke to himself as he sat cross-legged on the cushion. Since I promised that old friend to look after his disciples, then that means real, unconditional care. ......... Early the next morning. Jiang Lin opened his eyes and felt comfortable and warm all over. "woke up?" The voice of Master Weiyuan came to my ears.

Jiang Lin raised his head and looked at the Taoist Master Weiyuan, who had a sage-like appearance, and took a closer look at him. Then, he stood up, lowered his eyes, and said with a cupped hand: "Thank you for your care, uncle. My Yang God has completed all the merits and deeds without any flaws." "Ah." Taoist Wei Yuan looked at Jiang Lin from the side, his eyes lingered on Jiang Lin's calm expression for a moment, then he flicked his whisk and said with a smile: "Since there is nothing else to do, then leave." "You don't need to be restrained or worried about anything, just follow your own judgment." Hearing this, Jiang Lin nodded, bowed again, and said, "Junior will remember this. I will take my leave now." "Go." Taoist Master Weiyuan nodded and stopped looking at Jiang Lin. Jiang Lin pursed his lips, turned around and left, walked all the way to the door of Laojun Temple, and suddenly stopped. "Uncle Master, did this junior do something wrong?" The young Taoist's tone was a little aggrieved, and he asked a very sudden and strange question. But Taoist Weiyuan understood what Jiang Lin meant. "You are not wrong, don't think too much, go ahead." Taoist Master Wei Yuan answered without turning his head. Jiang Lin left Laojun Temple without saying anything else. Behind him in the Laojun Temple, Taoist Weiyuan smiled slightly, with a hint of emotion in his smile. "Old bastard, you have a good disciple." Taoist Priest Wei Yuan sighed silently. Outside the gate of Shangqing Temple. Jiang Lin paced slowly on the bluestone road, with bamboo forests on both sides. He raised his hand and moved it slightly. "Zheng..." With the sound of a sword, the black and white flying sword appeared in Jiang Lin's hand, circling between his fingers. "Did the old man give you a name?" Jiang Lin asked as if talking to himself. Since establishing a connection with this flying sword last night, Jiang Lin has become the owner of this flying sword. Jiang Lin could also sense that there was a very active spirituality within this flying sword. However, although this spirituality is active, it is not very condensed and seems to be at a very low level. In short, he is a very energetic kid.

However, some simple communication can still be achieved. "Zheng!!" The black and white flying sword paused for a moment, and then a message came and appeared in Jiang Lin's sea of ​​consciousness. Jiang Lin was slightly stunned. "Corpse Dog? Is that your name?" "Zheng!" "Hmm...very distinctive." Jiang Lin suppressed the doubts in his heart and nodded slightly. He was not unfamiliar with this name, or rather, as long as one was a cultivator, there was basically no one who didn't know this name. It is recorded in the Yunji Qiqian that people have three souls and seven spirits. The three souls are called: Taiguang, Shuangling and Youjing. The seven souls are: corpse dog, hidden arrow, bird’s vagina, swallowing thieves, non-poisonous, removing filth, and stinking lungs. These seven are the turbid ghosts in the human body. However, this does not mean that these seven souls are evil things. All things are divided into yin and yang, and naturally into clear and turbid. As long as one is a human being, one cannot escape the distinction between clear and turbid. Even if one achieves immortality, it is not completely pure. Taoism talks about yin and yang, and what extends from it is balance. An imbalance of yin and yang is not Taoism, and only clarity or only turbidity is not Taoism either. The three souls and seven spirits, one clear and one turbid, conform to the principle of yin and yang, and are also the foundation of the human body. But why did the old man give this flying sword such a name? Jiang Lin couldn't help but think, since there is a corpse dog, will there be others? A total of seven flying swords? Jiang Lin had such an idea, and couldn't help but lower his head and asked: "Do you have six more brothers?" After asking, Jiang Lin felt a little strange. He was like the grandfather who raised gourds... "Zheng..." "There's none?" Jiang Lin listened to the corpse dog's answer, but he became even more confused. If there is no such thing, why is it called a corpse dog? Unable to figure it out for a moment, Jiang Lin did not continue to think about it. Anyway, this flying sword was thrown to him by the old man. Just for this reason, Jiang Lin had 100% trust in this flying sword. If the old man stood in front of Jiang Lin now and asked Jiang Lin to commit suicide, Jiang Lin would do it without hesitation. After all, even without talking about the issue of trust, it can be said that the life of one's own was given by the old man.

Jiang Lin looked at the Corpse Dog Flying Sword in his hand, and couldn't help but turned around and glanced at the Shangqing Temple behind him. "Old man, why don't you want to see me?" Jiang Lin spoke to himself, slowly turned around, and walked out of the bluestone road. Arriving at the foot of the mountain, Jiang Lin looked down at the corpse dog and said with a smile: "Take me back?" "Zheng..." "Ok?" Jiang Lin was stunned for a moment. The corpse dog meant that it could not take Jiang Linfei with it. because…… "Zheng..." The corpse dog vibrated and hummed, and a black and white divine light sank into Jiang Lin's sea of ​​consciousness. Dense information emerged in Jiang Lin’s sea of ​​consciousness. Jiang Lin looked inward with his spiritual consciousness and saw scriptures surrounding his Yang Shen in his sea of ​​consciousness. Seeing this, Jiang Lin's mind moved, and his yang spirit opened his eyes. He raised his hand and grabbed the scriptures in his hand. In the end, those scriptures were combined into a Dharma decision. What surprised Jiang Lin was that this spell had no name. After a rough scan, Jiang Lin discovered that this spell was a method of controlling a sword and also a technique of flying. This flying technique is not like the one that Jiang Lin had seen in Taisu Palace by the middle-aged Taoist priest, who flew on a sword. That's because the Taoist's Taoism is not strong enough. It's more like controlling an object rather than flying. What he's stepping on is more like a sword weapon rather than a flying sword, or it can be said to be just a single-person flying boat. At this moment, Jiang Lin saw that this flying technique required a real flying sword as a medium. This method emphasizes the unity of man and sword, guiding the sword's intent of the flying sword to merge with one's own body, using the sword's intent to break through the air, thus achieving flying. In addition, there is the method of controlling the sword. It can be summed up in five words. Flying sword takes the head. This was not a summary by Jiang Lin, but rather a general outline of the sword-controlling method contained in this spell. Jiang Lin saw a strong flavor of the Black Law in this method, but it was not completely aimed at evil spirits and demons. This is an attacking tactic as well as a fighting method. Not just to evil demons, but also to humans...

"Ok?" Jiang Lin silently savored this spell, but found some very strange things. This spell contains many other contents besides the sword-controlling and flying techniques, but they cannot be seen no matter what. This made Jiang Lin even more confused. I went for a CT scan today, and sure enough, there was a wisdom tooth growing horizontally buried under the gums (there are pictures in the book friends group). If I want to extract it, I need to open the gums first, then saw the wisdom tooth into two pieces, pick them out one by one, and then sew them up...   (End of this chapter)