Chapter 757 Worship
Tuoyong clearly remembered the scene of being called to meet the King of Sacrifice. Before he went there, he was surprised that he could actually get the favor of Lao Wang, and after seeing him, he was surprised that Lao Wang would personally assign such a simple task.
From then on, he had a premonition that the West Sea stops in Bangli may have hidden very important secrets.
The King of Sacrifice was in poor health a few years ago, and even led to the scandal of several princes competing for throne in advance. However, the King of Sacrifice that Takuyong saw when he entered the palace was very healthy, with light steps like a teenager, with strands of black hair on his head and wrinkles on his face seemingly being flattened. In short, the King of Sacrifice regained his youth - it is said that this was the reward for seeking over to the Demon Taoist Priest of Wangshan, but Takuyong felt that there was another reason.
About one year and three months ago, the King of Sacrifice selected fifty of the numerous Tuo royal family members, and a magician in the palace passed them on to them a brand new way of cultivation.
Takuyong was fortunate to be selected. He practiced extremely hard, almost day and night. On the one hand, he hoped to be appreciated, and on the other hand, he did like this method and thought it was much more effective than the common magic technique. He felt puzzled why such a good thing had been secret for a long time.
Ten months later, Tuoyong refined a demon pill in Jiang Palace.
The demon pill is usually an organ that is strengthened. The position of the Jiang Palace is so large that it overlaps with the heart, but it is not the heart. It is the same as the Niwan Palace and the lower dantian. It is an invisible container for calculating the demon pill here. It is extremely rare to generate the demon pill here.
It is precisely because of this that Takuyong was summoned by the King of Sacrifice.
The King of Sacrifice praised Tuoyong's efforts, and then ordered him to lead five thousand demon soldiers to "clear the West Sea" and find the location of Shubang. It's that simple.
But a mysterious voice told Takuyong a few hours ago. Everything was not simple.
The mysterious voice claimed to be the far-reaching ancestor of the Tuo clan and severely ordered Takuyong to kill the young prisoner who had just been arrested. Takuyong's first reaction was to execute the order, but when he was halfway through the execution, he regretted it.
As a child of the royal family, Tuoyong knew how serious the consequences would be to make a good decision. Even if the voice in his mind really came from a certain "family ancestor", he should report this matter to the King of Sacrifice first.
Ambitions Takuyong also has another idea: Jianggong Demon Pill, Zhibubang, the mysterious voices in his mind may be related to each other. If he could figure out what was going on, he might make greater contributions.
So he violated the order of the "Far Ancestor" and did not kill Mu Dong'er immediately. And his thoughts were getting further and further away, and he felt that he could ask all the secrets from the mouths of Yang Qingyin and his son who were guarding the isolated island.
The arrival of the white-clothed Taoist priest Shen Jiyi disrupted his plan.
Tuoyong told everything he knew. When he told the story, his eyes never left Shen Jiyi for a moment. He had a intuition that this Taoist priest who looked very kind was a tough character.
Shen Jiyi nodded from time to time and encouraged the half demon to continue. After hearing this, he said, "General Yong doesn't mind me checking your demon pill, right?"
"I always think that the demon pill of the Jiang Palace is unusual. It is my honor to be inspected by Taoist Shen." The more scared Tuoyong was, the more respectful and polite he was on the surface.
Mu Dong'er didn't understand what was going on, and admired Shen Jiyi very much. The white-clothed Taoist priest did nothing. He just walked in and showed off an ice and fire dragon, so he made the half-demon general obedient and answered questions and questions.
Shen Jiyi is an orthodox Taoist priest. He would not directly reach out to check a demon clan, but summoned an oil lamp to protect him in front of his chest, then held a copper bell in his left hand and a bronze mirror in his right hand. As the ringtone sounded, the bronze mirror emitted a beam of light toward Takuyong's chest.
Takuyong threw away the bone staff in his hand. He pressed his hands on the table, and his whole body shook slightly. The ringtone made him feel upset and he really wanted to roar. Then he ran away.
Only deeper fear can keep him.
Mu Dong'er glanced at the copper bell in his hand. It had a bell tongue in it, but no matter how it shook, it never sounded. The only function was to make him control the Dao Fire above his head more smoothly. He still liked the copper bell in Shen Jiyi's hand. His mother had many similar small things, which were said to be all Taoist magical instruments, but they never gave them to him to play with.
Before Tuoyong could not control his irritability, Shen Jiyi finished the inspection, put away the three magic weapons, and smiled: "Congratulations, your Crimson Palace Demon Pill actually looks like a Taoist inner elixir. Of course, it is more like a dispersed cultivator inner elixir, which is mixed and impure. It can generate demonic power and gradually increase through practice. It is considered good."
Tuoyong broke out in cold sweat, and a smile was barely squeezed out on his stiff face, "The casual cultivator is not as good as the Taoist priest, and half of the demon is not as good as the casual cultivator. My small Crimson Palace Demon Pill can be half similar to the pure Taoist inner elixir, and it is already a great luck."
"I want one of your practice methods." Shen Jiyi was not as polite as he was at the beginning.
"Yes, do you want me to write it out now?"
"No hurry." Shen Jiyi thought for a moment. He could directly seize the memory of the half demon, but there was no need to do so. Casting a spell into other people's minds requires a certain risk. Only disciples of the Minxin Science Department will enjoy it. "The country of sacrificing the life-saving country has selected fifty royal children to practice the new method. How many half demons have refined the Crimson Palace Demon Pill like you?"
"We don't practice together, so I don't know much about the situation of other children. As far as I know, they all succeeded, but it was early and late, so I was considered relatively late. Most of the other children were sent to fight with the army, and there were still several children continuing to practice."
Shen Jiyi was a little surprised. Even if the scattered cultivator's inner elixirs could be refined, only a few mortals could refine it. Although the Crimson Palace Demon Pill is not strong, it is a very strange thing that Yao Yao can practice. Does the country of sacrificing oneself have a way to select a demon clan suitable for cultivation in advance?
Shen Jiyi did not reveal his thoughts and said to Mu Donger: "Are you ready to go home?"
"Can you leave now? My mother must be worried about me. She will teach me a lesson when she is worried and confiscate my copper bell. Taoist Shen - I should call you Taoist Shen - can you plead for me?"
"I can try it, but your mother is not easily convinced." Shen Jiyi smiled, not paying special attention to the copper bell in Mu Donger's hand.
Mu Dong'er sighed, "Yes, bald man pleads for me every time, and never convinces his mother."
Shen Jiyi pinched the magic trick with his right hand and gently stroked the scabbard. The two humans and a demon clan instantly moved out of the cabin, without any contact with each other. Mu Dong'er found that she could fly without casting spells, so she couldn't help but scream.
Takuyong looked back at the warship that was dozens of steps away, and his heart was chilling. Dozens of demon soldiers and magicians on duty on the deck had fallen to the ground and died, and more than 200 demons on the lower level were probably not spared.
The Taoist priest was still so powerful, and Tuoyong was both brave and brave. If it weren't for Shen Jiyi's spell, he would have fallen into the sea long ago.
Shen Jiyi only teleported once, and the rest of the journey was completed by flying. He was fluttering in white and stepped on a simple and unpretentious sword under his feet, which made Tuoyong scared and Mu Donger envious.
"My mother refused to give me any magic weapon, and even this copper bell was occasionally letting me play for a while, so I didn't fly fast enough, otherwise I could beat half of the demon..." Mu Dong'er was nagging in front of the object of worship, wishing to shake everything out of her heart and ask for advice.
Shen Jiyi kept smiling and said perfunctory words when he had to answer. It sounded mysterious and difficult, but in fact there was no substantial content.
Tuoyong looked clearly on the side. Shen Jiyi didn't like this child at all, and could even be said to be disgusted. However, Taoist priests were good at concealing. Only the royal family members who had been suffering from cold eyes for many years could see the truth from all the details.
At dusk, they arrived at the Demon Suppression Island. Everything on the island has not changed, but everyone has disappeared. Yang Qingyin, Xiao Hao, Bald Zi and Feifei are all gone.
Mu Dong'er was shouting everywhere to find someone. Shen Jiyi stood on the shore and looked at the calm ocean in the north. Tuoyong stood behind him and suddenly felt a headache again, which was more severe than any previous one, and he couldn't help but scream.
"Hmm?" Shen Jiyi asked without looking back.
"The distant ancestor... the distant ancestor gave me another order, this time I told me not to kill Mu Dong'er, this time... Fortunately, I did not follow his instructions before." Tuoyong was a little dissatisfied with this mysterious distant ancestor.
Shen Jiyi didn't say anything, as if he felt that this matter was not important at all.
Mu Dong'er ran back, "It's so strange, where are you all?"
"I guess I'm going to the Half Demon's port to rescue you." Shen Jiyi turned around, without a smile on his face, and said to Takuyong: "Write out your cultivation method."
Tuoyong took the pen and paper with him and immediately took it out, not daring to go far, kneeling in his position, writing the practice method one by one. He was already afraid of death and did not think that this method was of value at all, so he did not hide it at all.
"Master Shen, can you take me to find my mother? I don't want her to be too anxious." Mu Dong'er was anxious herself.
Shen Jiyi, who had always been good at speaking, shook his head at this time, "Your mother will be back soon."
"Oh." Mu Dong'er didn't bother her anymore, ran to the nearby pavilion and looked towards the south ocean.
About half an hour later, Tuoyong finished writing the practice method, with few words, and wrote it on five sheets of paper in small fly head regular script.
Shen Jiyi took the paper, rolled it up and put it in his sleeve without looking at it, and then stared at Takuyong for a look.
It was already dark, and Takuyong was staring and suddenly regretted writing the practice method too quickly. If he had no use at all, he might not have life.
"Can you speak to the 'Distant Ancestor'?" Shen Jiyi asked.
"What? I have never told him that the distant ancestor could speak to me, but he seemed to be able to see some of my thoughts, because... he knew Mu Dong'er's name, and knew that I would not kill anyone, so he scolded me for this..."
"Okay." Shen Jiyi thought for a while and said lightly: "Remember these sentences in your mind, don't forget a word: Mu Xingqiu, Yashan Shen Jiyi just saved your son Mu Dong'er, and he wants to talk to you."
Tuoyong was shocked. He had heard of Mu Xingqiu's name, but he didn't know what it had to do with "Distant Ancestor". Moreover, these words from Shen Jiyi sounded like a threat.
Mu Dong'er stood on the top of the pavilion without hearing a word.
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