Chapter 607

After the red-haired ghost taught Su Zimo the secret method of this pupil technique, he exhorted again: "Although you have the candle light stone, you must be careful when cultivating!"

"It is best to practice in the early morning and evening every day. If you practice at noon, the power of the sun reaches its peak, and your eyes can't bear it at all. You have to go step by step."

Su Zimo remembered them one by one in his heart.

Don't be careless about this kind of thing, don't practice blinding your eyes at that time, you really can't regret it.

After a while, Su Zimo was sure that there was no omission, so he got up and left and walked towards the front yard.

The little fox stood not far away, his eyes were blurred, and he was dozing off.

"Go ahead."

Su Zimo rubbed the little fox's forehead and smiled.

The little fox is a monster. On this day of every month, she also comes to the backyard to ask for a bowl of spiritual water from the red-haired ghost.

It's just that the little fox was very resistant at first, trembling with fright, unable to resist.

It was Su Zimo who hugged her and sent her over in person, and the little fox gradually got used to it.

Five years have passed, what makes Su Zimo a little strange is that although the little fox has stepped into the Dan Dao, he has never been able to transform into a human form, nor can he speak.

Su Zimo only regarded it as the unique inheritance of the fox family, and did not think much about it.

Seeing Su Zimo returning to the front yard, the little fox ran up to the red-haired ghost, arched a pair of small paws, and bowed to the red-haired ghost earnestly, and even spit out human words, saying: " I've seen seniors."

The little fox's voice is melodious, charming and soft, and any male creature will be distracted and distracted when he hears it.

The red-haired ghost was very calm, just nodded.

"Why have you been unwilling to transform into a human figure?"

The red-haired ghost asked with a half-smile.

The little fox lowered his head, and a blush appeared on his cheeks.

When the red-haired ghost saw it, he couldn't help laughing, and said teasingly, "You little thing, I'm afraid you have moved your heart!"

The little fox was even more embarrassed, and hurriedly shook his head, his little head shaking like a rattle.

The red-haired ghost smiled for a while, then put it back and said, "You are thinking, only if you keep like this, he won't drive you away?"

The little fox bowed his head and said nothing, which was the default.

This is of course only one aspect of it.

On the other hand, the little fox knew very well that if she really transformed into a human form, she and Su Zimo would probably not be as close as before.

The human race pays attention to whether men and women give or receive intimacy. After all, there is an extra layer of estrangement between them.

Now, she can crawl into Su Zimo's arms at will, roll and sleep soundly in it, act like a spoiled child, and do whatever she wants.

The red-haired ghost pouted and said with an angry face, "This kid went to Buddhism and was ordained as a monk, yet he still has such a blessing. I didn't have this kind of treatment back then."

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Su Zimo returned to the front yard and sat on the ground, looking at the scorching sun that was slowly rising in the distance.

At this time, the morning sun was just rising, and the light was not too bright, so he had to hurry up and cultivate.

Su Zimo took a deep breath, running the scriptures of the Eye of Candlelight in his mind, staring at the scorching sun on the horizon with his right eye.

As time passed, a ray of sunshine seemed to be injected into the right eye.

The right eye is gradually covered in white.

These white pupils look strange and inexplicable, exuding a faint light, and they are constantly absorbing the rays of the sun and refining them continuously.

The temperature in the right eye is gradually rising!

Although some pain, but can bear.

Su Zimo could clearly feel that his right eye seemed to be integrated with the candle light stone, and the rays of light poured into the candle light stone, and the strong power became much softer.

The damage to the right eye has also been reduced to a minimum!

Starting today, in addition to cultivating the Great Wilderness Demon King's Secret Tome at night, Su Zimo will practice this pupil technique every morning and evening.

Although there was no movement in the dantian.

But Su Zimo never gave up. Most of the day, he still chose to browse the ancient books left by the two ancient temples in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The many ancient books in the Sutra Collection Pavilion are too precious!

How terrible would the background of the two super sects be?

Among them are not only many secret techniques and spiritual techniques, but also the method of refining tools, the technique of alchemy, the way of making talismans, the ancient formula of formation, and many other things that have long been lost.

For example, in one of the formation secret books, there is something called the "Forbidden God Ancient Formation".

It is said that if this formation is arranged, the Yuanshen of Yuanying Zhenjun will be imprisoned, and the mana cannot be mobilized at all!

There are many other ancient secrets like this.

It's just that Su Zimo's cultivation level is not at the realm, and many are still unable to comprehend.

Days go by.

In the blink of an eye, it was another five years.

Su Zimo has been at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley for ten years.

evening.

Su Zimo sat on the ground, holding a rosary bead of King Ming, looking at the sunset in the west, his body was shrouded in the sunset, and the dharma was solemn, like a Buddha child with a bright red glow.

In his right eye, there is a blazing brilliance surging, don't look at it!

Ten years later, Su Zimo's dantian is still empty, like a black hole, without a trace of spiritual energy.

However, in his face, in his eyes, there was no loss in sight.

After ten years of chanting sutras and worshipping Buddha, Su Zimo has a serene and serene temperament, neither sad nor happy, pampered and humiliated, almost Zen.

This is the embodiment of the profound Dharma!

Owning the Worry-Free Flower is equivalent to owning the Wisdom Root.

Su Zimo's attainments in Buddhism are becoming more and more profound.

The backyard of the ancient temple.

The old monk stood on the stone steps, and the red-haired ghost sat in the cemetery, facing each other.

"Old bald donkey, I see that the boy's dantian hasn't moved yet. I guess that he has no hope of re-cultivating immortals." The red-haired ghost said.

"The dantian is broken, the foundation is destroyed, how difficult it is to rebuild the foundation. Throughout the ages, I don't know how many arrogant demons have emerged, and no one has ever succeeded."

The old monk sighed softly and said, "But this son's understanding of Buddhism has become deeper and deeper. If he can really practice again, he can be regarded as having obtained the true inheritance of Buddhism."

"Shit inheritance!"

The red-haired ghost looked disdainful, and pouted, "Without spiritual power, even if he understands the methods of Buddhism, he can't release it, there is a bird to use!"

"If I want to tell you, from now on, he won't have to worry about repairing the golden core, and he will cultivate the demon with peace of mind! Even if he doesn't have a golden core now, his real strength is only stronger than ten years ago!"

The old monk shook his head and said: "If he gives up repairing the golden core and continues to cultivate the demon, the moment he steps into the Nascent Soul Realm will also be the moment when he completely becomes a demon!"

"That's not very good." The red-haired ghost muttered.

At this moment, a spiritual light fell outside the ancient temple.

The old monk looked sideways, waved his hand, and a spirit crane fell into his palm.

The old monk frowned slightly, opened Linghe and took a look, with a complicated expression, he sighed slightly, and said, "The old friend came later."

"I hate the breath on this Linghe!"

The red-haired ghost stared at Linghe, narrowed his eyes, and asked in a cold voice, "Is it him! Is it his descendant?"

The old monk nodded.

The red-haired ghost stood up with a loud bang, the chains on his body were shaking, and the whole person suddenly became murderous!

The old monk glanced at the red-haired ghost and said, "Be quiet, no matter what, he is kind to Fahua Temple and Daming Temple."

"What's more, it's just a junior, you have nothing to be excited about."

Hearing this sentence, the red-haired ghost suddenly became discouraged and sat back again with an ugly face.