Mei Chuan'an's infatuation is seen as a sign of traces to many people. At that time, he ignored his mother's plea and the advice of his brothers of the same year, and resolutely accepted the first Zuo Liuying's request and became a disciple of the Forbidden Secret Department. He said: "The strongest man is destined to stand on the top and just want to take another step up. Even if he falls into the devil, I will never regret it."

A few years later, those who knew Mei Chuan'an said that his arrogant declaration had already had a magical intention.

The banned secret is the most easily enchanted, and the reason why it can still attract outstanding disciples to join is that the banned secrets are indeed at the forefront of the Nine Daotongs. Only they are allowed to contact those ambiguous and demonic spells that can read the oldest, most profound, and most mysterious books.

As a disciple of the Forbidden Secretology, the greatest honor is to create a powerful new magic. Many people have gone through the scriptures but gained nothing, while others have lost their way to the devil. Only a few people can achieve success, and since then they have been famous in the Taoist tradition.

Ten years ago, Mei Chuan'an claimed that he had realized a new magic and arrogantly asked the masters of the Nine Great Daotong to gather together. He wanted to demonstrate in public. Zuo Liuying, the first in the Ban Secretology Department, had been observing this proud disciple for a long time, and without hesitation, used magic weapons to conduct a detailed inspection of him - for those with high magic power, the magic thoughts may be hidden very deeply.

The inspection results confirmed that Mei Chuan'an was possessed by the devil.

Grandmaster Ning Qiwei and other heads conducted another inspection, and the conclusion was the same as Zuo Liuying. Fortunately, it was discovered in time. Mei Chuan'an's demonic thought had just emerged and had not yet attracted the demon seeds. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable: a very capable disciple Pang Shan, even if he was attacked by the weakest demon seeds, would cause immeasurable damage.

The demonic thoughts of the monks are like fishy fish that attracts cats. Even if they only have a little smell, they cannot escape the invasion of the demon species. This invasion can even be isolated across time and space, and the most powerful spells are difficult to completely ban.

Mei Chuan'an lost everything in an instant.

Mei Chuan'an, who had lost all his mind, was still crazy. Whenever he was a little awake, he would keep saying that he had realized new magic. If there were listeners, he would be even more excited. Of course, most of the time, his audience was only his mother. After experiencing the destructive power of the crazy disciple, the villagers quickly avoided him.

Grandma Mei felt very sad and whispered to Xiaoqiu and Fangfang: "He always does this, you don't have to take it seriously. No one has seen him picking treasures from the void, he is just talking about it."

"But he said he would... be 'freedom' tonight." Xiaoqiu felt ominous.

"It's almost done." Grandma Mei wiped her tears, "He has been saying similar things these days. Alas, ten years, it's time. Thank you, you can leave, let me listen to his nonsense alone."

"I'm not in a hurry, we have nothing else to do." Xiaoqiu said that he was observing carefully and wanted to find evidence that Zuo Liuying controlled Mei Chuan'an, but he had nothing to gain at the moment.

Grandma Mei nodded gratefully, "I'll get some fruit."

Mei Chuan'an had long been separated from the real world. He could not even feel the thick straw rope tied to his waist. His body was straight. When his mother was talking to the guests, he kept looking up at the night sky, as if waiting for the instructions of heaven or listening to the orders in the void.

After a while, he spoke again. His speech speed was very slow at first, carefully considering the words and then gradually accelerated, getting faster and faster, as if there was not enough time.

"At the beginning of the great way, the third ancestor was born. The three ancestors passed on fire and were divided into nine ancestors, which was established by the nine great Taoist dynasties. At that time, the Taoist fire was ignited, and only three hundred magics were left. The ancestor swore that his body was less than 100,000 and his body remained unmoved. Therefore, the Taoist corps flourished and there were many disciples, and he could fight with the demon clan. The demon clan was tyrannical, killed creatures, swallowed human bones, drank human blood alive, seized human property, and destroyed human clans. My ancestor personally led 3,000 disciples down the mountain, and in every five battles, he finally destroyed the demon clan, destroyed its body, cut its retreat, and rushed into the void, and blocked its door. After these five battles, the Taoist fire was greatly reduced, and the ancestor abandoned the world, leaving no one hundred magic..."

Grandma Mei brought a small stool, a small table and several plates of apricot pears, and said in a very low voice: "If you can ask some questions, he will be happier."

"Question..." Xiaoqiu scratched his head, "Master Mei, Daohuo... Why do you call Daohuo?"

Mei Chuan'an pointed at Xiaoqiu and nodded repeatedly, "The fire of Tao is indescribable, and its use is unknown. Those who do not have Tao roots do not pass on, and those who do not have encounters do not burn. This fire is not the natural fire of the ordinary world, nor is it the fire of the five elements of the Tao. This is the fire of the mysterious meaning, the fire of wisdom, it will be reduced to less, the increase will not be much, the cause of heaven and earth is small, and the cause of dust is big..."

Xiaoqiu looked at Fangfang, hoping that she could come up with other problems.

"Is the Banned Secret Department specializing in finding those lost spells?" Fangfang spoke.

"Reconstructing ancient spells is only one aspect." Mei Chuan'an changed his tone, not so fast, and his words were not so profound. "The most important thing is to build a more powerful spell. As early as the eleventh generation of ancestors were alive, the Nine Daotong had already possessed 200,000 spells, and since then it has grown by one million."

"Millions of spells." Xiao Qiu exclaimed, "How long will it take to learn it all?"

"Although there are many spells, not many use them. There are only thousands of common use, and there are only a hundred of them. The rest are not worthy of the Tao."

"Then the spell you have realized must be the strongest?" Xiao Qiu regretted it as soon as he asked. This was a pain point that touched someone. Grandma Mei had said before that Mei Chuan'an's "treasures picked from the void" were just saying.

Mei Chuan'an narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's not the strongest, it's unique, it..."

Mei Chuan'an's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he covered his heart with his right hand, showing pain on his face. Grandma Mei hurriedly went up to help him, and he waved his hand and signaled that his mother didn't have to come.

"It's a message." Mei Chuan'an's voice returned to normal, but there was no passion and generosity, but instead showed a bit of frustration and confusion. "I haven't understood it yet, and I'm far from understanding it."

"Is Zuo Liuying helping you?" Xiao Qiu decided to ask directly. He didn't come here to listen to some new magic.

Mei Chuan'an seemed to have not heard of this problem, and had no response to the three words Zuo Liuying. He took a deep breath of the night air, walked to the front of the stone pier, sat cross-legged on the ground, quietly tidying up his clothes, covering his legs with the hem, and then he raised his head, "Listen to me - I'm wrong or weak."

"What?" Xiaoqiu didn't hear it clearly. This series of similar pronunciations sounded really unpleasant. Mei Chuan'an just recited it very quickly and ended in an instant, as if there was only one word.

Grandma Mei was shocked, "He, he had never said these words before. He always told people that he had learned new magic, but..." The old man was excited, "He didn't lie, right? My son didn't lie, Master Pang Shan was wrong, the head of the Ban Secret Department was wrong, and everyone in the village was wrong!"

"Uh..." Xiaoqiu didn't know what to say.

Mei Chuan'an held his knee with his left hand and pinched the sword with his right hand, pointed to the sky with his right hand, and said calmly: "The Dao Fire will not be extinguished."

"The Dao Fire is not extinguished." Xiaoqiu and Fangfang replied at the same time, and a sense of solemnity in their hearts was involuntarily emitting.

Mei Chuan'an showed a relieved expression on her face, and then she remained motionless.

Grandma Mei's excitement slowly dissipated. She walked to her son, gently took off the long hairpin above his head, held it in her hands and sent it to Xiaoqiu and Fangfang, "Please accept this gift, you two."

"How can this be done? We did nothing." Xiaoqiu refused.

"You can make my son happy, this is the greatest kindness. I, an old woman, cannot repay you. This hairpin is the token of the Taoist fruit of Chuan'an. Ten years ago, when he was twenty-eight years old, he had reached the realm of starfall. The fastest part of the Nine Daotongs in three hundred years."

At the end of the day, a sense of arrogance appeared in Grandma Mei's voice, and then she sighed, "It's useless to keep it now, so I'll give it to you as a toy. The old woman wishes the two of you to practice Taoism smoothly, to achieve the fruit of Taoism early, and to last for ten thousand years."

Xiaoqiu and Fangfang looked at each other, and finally Xiaoqiu took the hairpin.

"I'll send two back to the hall."

"No, we recognize the way." Xiaoqiu said that Grandma Mei still sent the two out of the hospital for more than ten steps before turning back home.

It was dark in the night, and the villagers of Jinghu Village had already rested. There were no lights or fires everywhere, only the stars and moon shining on their heads. Fangfang took three steps and the two stood side by side.

"He's dead, isn't he?"

"Well, I think so."

The two were silent for a while. Xiaoqiu didn't want to be immersed in the sadness and asked again: "Is what Mei Chuan'an said really a spell?"

"I don't know either, Grandma Mei seems to believe it very much." Fangfang paused and whispered the words, "Wrong or weak."

"Can you actually remember? It's useless to fall into trouble or fall into weakness. Grandma Mei is afraid she's going to have a happy time."

"Generally, mantras should be based on magic power. We have not started practicing yet, so of course it is useless to recite them."

Thinking of Grandma Mei’s pride when she talked about her son’s cultivation, Xiaoqiu asked: “Fangfang, you read books every day. What is the ‘Star Loch Realm’? It seems to be very powerful.”

"The "Nine Chapters of Inheritance Sutra" introduces that practicing Taoism requires first opening the seven orifices, then passing through the three gates. Only after laying the foundation can you inhale to condense the inner elixir. The method of inhalation progresses slowly. A higher-level Taoist priest can eat the clouds, then swallow smoke, and then go upwards to the star fall realm. Taoist priests who reach this realm can absorb the essence of the star, and the inner elixir is already very powerful. Upwards, they are focused on the gods, taking the moon and sunlight, and there are nine levels. Each realm is also called Taoist fruit, which is what the book says."

"It's only a ninth grade, it doesn't sound too difficult."

"It's hard. The book says that just inhaling the state of breath can stop almost half of the Taoist practitioners. Although many people have the root of Tao, they will not be able to condense into inner elixirs throughout their lives, and the more they go, the more difficult it is, often in the world."

"I see, Taoist Zhang must have not reached the level of inhalation." Xiao Qiu took out the hairpin.

The hairpin is six or seven inches long and hard, neither wood nor iron. There is something vaguely engraved on it. When it was held in the air, a light flashed by, showing the three stars on the hairpin. "This thing is a bit special, Fangfang, please keep it."

"No, this is given to you by Grandma Mei."

Xiaoqiu stuffed the hairpin into Fangfang's hand.

The two of them chatted all the way, and they both felt that Mei Chuan'an was not exactly like a madman, and they had walked back to the museum without realizing it.

"Don't be wrong or weak." Fangfang said to the air in the front yard, afraid that she would forget these words.

"Don't be wrong or weak." Xiao Qiu repeated it again, treating this as a farewell word.

"You two have gone to the Mei family?" asked a voice behind her back, and Zhang Lingsheng walked out of the room with anger.

Xiaoqiu and Fangfang turned around quickly. At this moment, the two of them chanted the spell and trembled slightly in the direction of the spell, as if a small piece of air four or five feet high from the ground, as if only the stars blinked their eyes, and it was like a breeze stirring out of thin air.

Neither the person who recited the mantra or the person who vaguely heard the mantra, they noticed that it really had an effect.
Chapter completed!