Chapter 262 Blood

Duan Rong's eyes were filled with astonishment!

If the Dirty Blood Divine Art was just lurking in his body, he felt that with the ability of divine consciousness and the profound pharmacology he inherited from the evil doctor Shen Ping, he might be able to find a solution.

But if the source of the Dirty Blood Divine Art was in his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, Duan Rong did not think he had the ability to solve it.

The spiritual sea of ​​consciousness was such a mysterious and profound existence!

Duan Rong had the opportunity to enter his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness because he practiced the Taizang Sutra.

He still remembered deeply that when he was in his sea of ​​consciousness, looking up at the sky and the two stars shining in the opposite side of the sea of ​​consciousness, the shock in his heart was like a devout believer, a pilgrimage!

Although Duan Rong did not think he could solve the problem in his sea of ​​consciousness, since he had discovered that the source of the Dirty Blood Divine Art was in the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, Duan Rong decided to enter his sea of ​​consciousness to check it out.

Duan Rong sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands began to quickly change the seals, and he murmured a spell. After a round of seals and spells, Duan Rong began to try to use his mental power to capture the turning point of breathing...

The turning point of breathing is the entrance for the soul to enter the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness...

Because the cold toad venom is secreted by the polar cold toads during hibernation, it only appears in the early spring of each year. If the cold toad venom is not in place, Duan Rong cannot practice the third level of the Taizang Sutra, so Duan Rong has not entered his sea of ​​spiritual consciousness for several months.

After not trying for a long time, Duan Rong hit the turning point of breathing, which was obviously a bit rusty. He tried several times before finally hitting it.

The moment he hit the erratic turning point, Duan Rong's eyes suddenly became blurred and dizzy, and the next moment, he was already in his sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

The thin mist in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness rolled, and Duan Rong stood in the center of the black earth, looking up at the endless sky.

I saw two stars in the sky, one red and one white, shining against each other...

But the moment Duan Rong looked up, his eyes looked towards the southwest corner of the sky, where a hazy blood light was hovering!

Duan Rong was sure that this strange blood light was newly appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

There is no doubt that this blood light was related to the dirty blood magic in his body!

Duan Rong had swallowed many weapon spirits before, and they would also enter his sea of ​​consciousness, but after entering the sea of ​​consciousness, they would turn into mist and merge into his thoughts.

However, the weapon spirit of the dirty blood magic that he swallowed turned into a hazy blood light in his sea of ​​consciousness!

Evil nature!

Duan Rong stared at the hazy blood light. Unlike the two stars in the center of the sky, this hazy blood light, in terms of its appearance, was more like a nebula!

Duan Rong's eyes moved, and he tried to use his soul to contact the hazy blood light, but the hazy blood light just hovered in the sky, flickering and flickering, and had no response to Duan Rong's soul's questioning.

Duan Rong's eyes showed a thoughtful look, and there was a weak connection between the two stars that appeared in the sky and Duan Rong's soul.

But this hazy blood light was obviously different from the two stars. It rejected Duan Rong's soul connection.

Moreover, the two stars were floating in the center of the sky, while the hazy blood light was at the edge of the sky far away...

It seemed that the blood light was hiding from the two stars...

Duan Rong's eyes suddenly moved, and he used the weak connection between his soul and the two stars to mobilize the two stars to go in the direction of the blood light.

The two stars responded very slowly, but they still followed Duan Rong's instructions and went to the blood light.

The two stars did not approach the blood light in a straight line.

Instead, it was above the sky, rotating around an invisible center of the sky. As the speed of the two stars rotating became faster and faster, they slowly spread from the center of the sky to the edge...

Duan Rong's eyes were surprised. "It seems that the stars suspended in the sea of ​​consciousness have their own specific operation methods and trajectories, and they cannot be moved at will."

As the two stars gradually approached, the hazy blood light began to roll violently, and the light and dark continued!

Suddenly, the blood light floated to the edge!

Duan Rong's eyes were stern. "It is hiding from the stars!"

The rotation speed of the two stars obviously cannot keep rising. After they reached a certain position, they stopped moving.

And as the stars stopped spreading and moving, the violently rolling blood light calmed down...

Duan Rong's mind moved, and the two stars slowly shrank inward and gradually returned to the original floating position.

Duan Rong found that with the high-speed rotation of the two stars, his soul was actually consumed rapidly. In just a few breaths, he already felt a little sluggish.

However, this consumption is worth it.

Duan Rong at least confirmed one thing. That piece of blood light is afraid of the two floating stars in the center of the sky.

In other words, the Taizang Sutra can restrain the dirty blood magic! At least, it can be suppressed!

As he continued to practice the Taizang Sutra, perhaps when he achieved a certain level of the Taizang Sutra, he would have a way to get rid of the dirty blood magic in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Because he believed that there must be a reason why the blood light was so afraid of the floating stars.

However, at this time, Duan Rong had only achieved the realm of two levels of the Taizang Sutra, and obviously could not get rid of the blood light.

Duan Rong was about to exit the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, but Duan Rong suddenly had an idea. He wanted to see how the blood light operated the dirty blood magic.

Duan Rong suddenly activated the Divine Art of Blood in his sea of ​​consciousness!

Instantly, the blood light at the edge of the sky in the sea of ​​consciousness began to roll, and circles of blood-colored ripples then spread out in the sea of ​​consciousness...

Almost at the same time, the blood threads that were dormant in Duan Rong's flesh and blood suddenly woke up and burst out of his body!

Duan Rong's eyes were cold, and he withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness with a thought.

The moment he withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness, Duan Rong felt a sharp pain in his head. It was obvious that he had consumed too much of his soul in the sea of ​​consciousness just now.

Duan Rong looked at the blood threads floating and wriggling around his body, and felt sick. With his mind, the blood threads returned to his body and returned to silence!

Duan Rong's eyes were fierce. He decided not to give the blood threads in his body any chance to grow in the future, because he knew that as the blood threads in his body grew, the blood light in his sea of ​​consciousness would also grow!

The blood light in his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness is the core and essence of the Dirty Blood Divine Art!

After Duan Rong swallowed the second level of the Dirty Blood Divine Art, he already understood the cultivation process and various barriers of the Dirty Blood Divine Art very well, which is another reason why he hates this art.

The dirty blood is actually the blood of a virgin, so fucking disgusting!

Fortunately, it is not menstrual blood? ! Otherwise, even if he risked his soul being shattered, he would still control the two stars and hit the blood light!

Duan Rong's eyes moved, thinking of the four statues of the Five Gods in the secret room mandala when practicing the Dirty Blood Divine Art, the eyes would emit blood light, and the blood light would shine on the Dirty Blood Copper Cone, the cultivation tool, and the blood light would fill the room with thick smoke!

Duan Rong felt that the blood light in his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness might have some secret connection with the blood light emitted from the eyes of the Five Gods statues!

Just like the light threads that interweave the stars and the statues of the Four Great Vidyarajas, there is also some mysterious connection!

Both the Taizang Sutra and the Dirty Blood Divine Art are practiced in the altar, which clearly shows that there is some similarity between the two.

The Taizang Sutra and the Dirty Blood Divine Art have the same origin but repel each other.

"The Four Great Vidyarajas? The Five-Power God? Could it be that these techniques have some secret connection with these gods?"

"The techniques repel each other, perhaps indicating the struggle between gods and demons?"

Duan Rong's thoughts were flying, but he soon found that he was thinking too far. These problems were obviously not something he was capable of exhausting at this time. What he needed to solve were the practical problems in front of him.

Duan Rong was exhausted, and at this time, the window was already bright. Duan Rong blew the lamp on the desk, got into bed, and fell asleep.

In the next few days, Duan Rong read all the miscellaneous books on the Dirty Blood Religion and the Dirty Blood Divine Art at hand again.

Duan Rong had read the miscellaneous books about the Dirty Blood Sect before, just to understand some of the secrets and stories of this world. It seemed that he was just skimming through them.

But now that Duan Rong had experienced the Dirty Blood Case, there was also the hidden danger of the Dirty Blood Divine Art in his sea of ​​consciousness. He read these books again not for the sake of curiosity, but to understand the Dirty Blood Sect and the Dirty Blood Divine Art more comprehensively.

Moreover, some records in the books might be able to confirm some of his own ideas, and might inspire some new ideas.

Therefore, Duan Rong read very carefully.

In a blink of an eye, it was the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, and the evening was New Year's Eve.

In the morning, Duan Rong got up from the bed and had just finished washing up in the courtyard when there was a knock on the door.

Duan Rong's mind moved, and his consciousness instantly swept over, only to see Zhu Xiaoqi standing outside the door.

Duan Rong walked over, opened the courtyard door, looked at Zhu Xiaoqi, whose face was red from the cold wind, and smiled: "Are your injuries better?"

"It's not serious, but it's not fully healed yet, so I can't work." Zhu Xiaoqi said, looking at Duan Rong with a pair of smart eyes. She knew that it was Duan Rong who saved her that night.

Duan Rong said: "Such a big wound, how can it heal so quickly."

Zhu Xiaoqi said: "The master asked me to tell you, go over to have the New Year's Eve dinner tonight."

Duan Rong's heart warmed up. Old Xiao was still good to him.

Duan Rong was about to thank him, but Zhu Xiaoqi smiled and said: "But I'm here to call you to work."

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9!

Duan Rong smiled and said, "Why? Do you dislike me eating for free?"

Zhu Xiaoqi rolled his eyes at Duan Rong and said, "You saved Miss Yu's life and mine, so it's only right that I let you eat for free every day."

Duan Rong saw that Zhu Xiaoqi was serious, and the smile on his face faded, saying, "Don't talk so bitterly. Eating for free every day will make you poor."

Zhu Xiaoqi smiled and said, "The master has never been a worker. I'm injured again. What about a big table of food tonight? Miss Yu can't handle it alone, so go and help her."

Duan Rong said, "I'm willing to do this job. I like to prepare New Year's Eve dinner the most. It's lively!"

Duan Rong said, and then closed the courtyard door and went to Xiao Zongting's courtyard with Zhu Xiaoqi.

As soon as Duan Rong entered the door, Xiao Yu arranged for him to chop meat stuffing.

Xiao Yu was even busier, and his arms were stretched up. His originally white and tender arms were reddened by the cold water.

Zhu Xiaoqi was injured and could not move much, so he could only help with some small tasks such as picking vegetables.

Although Xiao Zongting did not work, he was the most restless and kept walking around in the yard.

Duan Rong saw that Xiao Zongting was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, so he asked Zhu Xiaoqi what was going on.

After Zhu Xiaoqi said that, Duan Rong realized that it was Xiao Yu who cut off Xiao Zongting's cigarettes!

The cause of this incident was the night when Xiao Yu was abducted. When Xiao Zongting saw Xiao Yu being abducted, he was so angry that he couldn't spit and almost died. If Duan Rong hadn't fed him a pill left by Shen Ping in time to deal with emergencies, it would have been really dangerous.

There are many people who died because of phlegm and couldn't breathe.

Duan Rong told Xiao Yu about Xiao Zongting's symptoms that night, but just said that he should smoke less in the future. Unexpectedly, Xiao Yu was so reckless that he directly put out Xiao's cigarette.

Isn't this going to kill him?

No wonder he was so anxious that he couldn't sit still?

Duan Rong knew the reason, and when he saw Xiao Zongting's anxious look, he just thought it was funny.

The three of them were busy for a long time, and they posted Spring Festival couplets at noon. After lunch, they started making dumplings.

Xiao Yu and Zhu Xiaoqi were both skillful and made very pretty dumplings, but Duan Rong was clumsy and compared to them, his dumplings looked extremely ugly.

Both of them started to laugh at Duan Rong's ugly dumplings.

Duan Rong said, "Dumplings are for eating, not for looking at! What's the point of making them so pretty? They're just for eating!"

At night, as soon as it got dark, Xiao Yu started to get busy in the kitchen, and Duan Rong was also there to help her.

Xiao Zongting and Zhu Xiaoqi were already sitting at the table, waiting for the New Year's Eve dinner!

The firelight in the kitchen illuminated Xiao Yu and Duan Rong. While cooking, Xiao Yu glanced at Duan Rong's face, which was red from the firelight. Her heart was warm and she was very happy!

The wine and food were all served, and the steaming dumplings were also served. Everyone was in a happy mood and started cooking!

After Xiao Zongting finished eating, he drank a few bowls of hot rice wine and went to sleep in a daze. Zhu Xiaoqi was injured and tired after a day, so he went to bed early after dinner.

Only Xiao Yu and Duan Rong were left. Facing a large table of dishes, they drank a lot. Both of them could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. As they drank, they became more and more excited...

At noon, Ximen Kankan came to Liulu to knock on the door. Ximen Yong knew that Duan Rong had no relatives and was afraid that he would be lonely during the New Year, so he asked Ximen Kankan to call him to the mansion for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Ximen Kankan wandered for a while, and seeing that Duan Rong was not there, he had to leave unhappily. When it was dark, Ximen Kankan came to Liulu again. At that time, Duan Rong was already cooking with Xiao Yu in the kitchen, so Ximen Kankan naturally came to nothing again!

Every household was bustling, and the sound of firecrackers could be heard from time to time everywhere.

But the incense is very prosperous, and the usually lively City God Temple seems more deserted on this New Year's Eve.

The temple keeper Xu Dongyang is over 60 years old and has few relatives. He spends New Year's Eve alone every year.

As soon as it got dark, the old temple keeper cooked the dishes and ate the hot dumplings. After dinner, the old temple keeper took a lantern and a shovel and walked slowly to a sycamore tree by the wild lake.

This is also his custom for many years. Every year in the first month of the year, a jar of good wine is buried under this sycamore tree.

After being buried underground for a year, the wine is more fragrant. The old temple keeper relied on this jar of wine to survive one New Year's Eve after another.

The old temple keeper found the right position, put the lantern at his feet, and turned over the soil with a shovel.

Not long after, a jar of wine was dug out by the old temple keeper. He knocked off the dust on the wine seal and picked up the lantern to leave.

But suddenly he saw that there seemed to be another jar on the edge of the earth pit he dug. Only a small part of the jar was exposed. It was only when he picked up the wine jar in his hand and collapsed some layers of soil that it was exposed.

The old temple keeper looked at the wine jar in his hand and confirmed that he had not dug the wrong one. He said: "Why is there another jar here? Could it be that I buried two jars in the first month of the year?"

The old temple keeper was a little unclear, and he dug out the other jar with doubt.

It was obviously not the wine jar he buried, because it was not sealed at all. The old temple keeper was surprised and reached into the jar to grope. After a while, he took out a round object.

Under the dim light next to him, what he held in his hand was a head!

And it was a dry head!

The skin on the head was all dry like firewood, and the two eyeballs in the eye sockets were also shrunk into two balls of cotton wool.

The old temple keeper looked at the dried head in his hand and almost vomited blood. He was very familiar with this thing.

"Is it the Dirty Blood Magic?!"

The old temple keeper just stuffed the dried head back and looked around vigilantly. After confirming that there was no one around, he buried the jar again.

On the way back to the City God Temple with the wine jar in his arms, the old temple keeper was worried. "I don't know which unscrupulous person buried the dried corpse after practicing magic here. It seems that I have to change the place to bury the wine next year."