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Chapter 157 Vajra Warrior
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Yang Silang got up, picked up the food box, and left. He rode off on his big green horse, leaving She Nu kneeling on the ground, bewildered in the wind. "Master wants me to be a fire-starting maid?"
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved and angry she became. She was a dignified great demon...
Well, she's not exactly a great demon, after all, Grandma She is dead, and the one alive today is She Nu.
Her life was in someone else's hands. She used to be a stone maid, and a few days ago she became a weapon-refining boy to erase the Wu family mark on the soul-guiding banner. It seems normal for her to be a fire-starting girl again now.
After all, the more I do, the more the master will need me.
She Nu brainwashed herself, turning her anger into joy. Her body immediately transformed into a wisp of green smoke and flew away. She couldn't wait to see how other women dressed while working.
In addition, knowing that the provincial capital was bustling at night, she went to the kitchens of several large restaurants to learn their cooking skills.
Now, let's talk about Yang Silang, who went there full of excitement, only to return disappointed.
Tonight, Grandma Tianjing did not respond to Yang Silang with a single word, nor did she even eat the stone.
He could only console himself that there was plenty of time ahead, and he could just wait patiently. A few days later, late at night.
Yang Silang sat comfortably in the room.
He studied the "Benyi Hudao Jing" repeatedly for several days, and thought that he had completely mastered the details and could recite the meaning of the sutra fluently. He no longer had any doubts.
It's late and quiet tonight.
He was about to cultivate this scripture, condense the seed of his true self, and cultivate the Warrior Scroll.
"She Nu..."
Yang Silang called out.
Without even moving the door, She Nu had already passed through the wall.
She had changed her hair ornaments and was no longer wearing the layers of palace dresses.
She was dressed plainly, her hair simply tied into a bun, covered with a cloth folded together, which perfectly concealed the single horn on her head. She wore a pink tube top underneath and a light blue short-sleeved cardigan over it, revealing her fair wrists, and her long fingernails were gone.
She was dressed as a cook, but even in this outfit, she couldn't hide her alluring charm.
"Master..." She Nu kowtowed obediently, "Do you think my attire is acceptable?"
"This is the most revealing and form-fitting outfit I've seen around here."
Yang Silang stroked his chin, suspecting that She Nu had gone to observe late at night.
"Uh... you don't need to be so revealing. At least you should tie your jacket up."
She Nu hurriedly agreed, tied up the jacket to cover the two large mounds, and indeed, the appearance became much more respectable in an instant.
"Protect me, Master, I need to perform my merits."
"Yes, sir..."
She Nu responded and left the room. With a wave of her hand, she separated the inside from the outside of the house.
inside the house.
Yang Silang calmed his mind and breathed. After a while, his breathing became barely perceptible, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, with its own rhythm. A faint light flashed above his head, and his soul had left his body.
Under spiritual observation, specks of milky white moonlight fell inside the room, which were completely absorbed by the soul, making the outside of the body even more dazzling.
The so-called "seed condensation" was not difficult for Yang Silang.
Because Grandma Tianjing had previously taught him the method of splitting his soul to light up the corpse-guarding lamp. The so-called condensing of the true seed is to use a special method to refine the corpse lamp and condense it into a seed of light.
It is both a true species and a guardian lamp that guides wandering souls back to their nest, serving two purposes.
"Condense the seed!"
Without further hesitation, Yang Silang let out a low shout.
Within the soul body, a lamp appeared, which was the corpse-guarding lamp that had been condensed earlier. As soon as a thought arose, it appeared opposite the soul body, suspended in the air.
Yang Silang's soul formed hand seals, and he recited the mantra "My heart is one, my spirit is one" in his heart. His soul absorbed the moonlight, and the remaining yellow jade fruit inside his body also contributed its pure power.
He would practice until midnight.
After the moon set in the sky, She Nu, who was guarding outside the house, passed through the next wall and delivered two night meals to her aunt.
Opposite to Yang Silang's soul.
The lamp had been refined and disappeared, replaced by a golden seed.
These seeds are no bigger than a thumb, covered with runes that pulsate slightly like a heart, and have grooves and ravines on their surface, divided into two corresponding halves, somewhat resembling a human brain.
This is the original true seed, the foundation of cultivating the Original One Protector Scripture.
All future supernatural abilities and cultivation will be built upon this unchanging true seed.
Yang Silang checked repeatedly to confirm that the true seed was correct. His soul opened its mouth and swallowed the true seed. In the future, as long as the true seed remained unchanged, he could control it freely when practicing unorthodox methods.
If one's mind is not firm and one is influenced by heretical teachings, the true seed will mutate and crack, and a new soul body will be reborn inside, directly occupying the original soul body shell.
By then, once the true self is shattered, it's hard to say whether the person who awakens will actually be themselves.
Even if all the memories are intact, it's hard to say that it's the same person as before.
Yang Silang finished his practice, let out a long breath, and opened his eyes to wake up.
"Rejuvenation!"
He immediately used his supernatural powers.
He was in excellent condition tonight and prepared to practice the Yellow Turban Golden Armor Warrior Scroll continuously.
It wasn't that he was arrogant, but rather that he had already cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage, and his soul strength was sufficient; he simply lacked a suitable method to unleash the power of his soul.
have a break.
Yang Silang's soul left his body once again.
He first manifested the true form of the Ruyi Tianzun.
Then, my consciousness focused on the halo behind my head and I plummeted downwards.
Within the outer halo, countless supplicants stood solemnly, offering blessings and praises. Among them were hundreds of Yellow Turban Warriors, their heads wrapped in yellow turbans, wearing yellow robes, and wrist guards, their bodies as strong as oxen.
"You're the one..."
Yang Silang selected a seemingly honest and simple-minded person and had his soul enter that person's body.
The Yellow Turban Warrior stopped chanting, raised his head, and leaped out, instantly jumping out of the halo.
at the same time.
The soul above Yang Silang's head rippled and the phantom of the Yellow Turban Warrior appeared, but it was not solid. It shimmered like water ripples, as if it was about to collapse.
He hurriedly formed the Yellow Turban Warrior Seal using a secret technique, supplemented by breathing exercises.
After several weeks of practice, the soul gradually stabilized, and a Yellow Turban Warrior clearly appeared. He also wore a yellow turban on his head, a yellow robe, and ankle guards and boots. His muscles were bulging, but his face was Yang Silang's own. There was a halo of flame patterns on the back of his head, but no body aura.
Yang Silang's heart stirred, and his facial features twitched, transforming back into his original honest and simple appearance.
To change one's appearance is a matter of a single thought, much easier than a martial artist's disguise technique; however, changing one's appearance is only superficial. The soul body emits soul power fluctuations, and each person's cultivation method is different, so the fluctuations will be different.
Changing the appearance of a soul body is simple, but changing the fluctuations of soul power is almost impossible. Like fingerprints, there are almost no two fingerprints in the world that are the same, unless certain magical treasures or secret methods are used to cover up the alteration.
The Yellow Turban Warriors possess three supernatural powers: entering dreams, communicating with spirits, and exorcising evil.
Conversely, creating Yellow Turban Warriors doesn't actually affect reality; it only works in a person's thoughts, mind, and dreams. If the person believes in them, the Yellow Turban Warriors become heavenly soldiers and generals; if they don't believe, then it has no effect whatsoever.
Because it is the Wandering Soul Realm, the soul is still weak. Granny Tianjing once said that this is a common problem in the cultivation methods of various Taoist sects.
Entering Dreams: Any living soul that can dream can enter and communicate from the dream world without language barriers.
Psychic communication: communicating with the departed souls of the dead. Even in the underworld, there is a connection between the living and the departed souls through a spiritual object.
Exorcising evil: If evil spirits possess a person, the Yellow Turban Warrior can suppress them by using the flame pattern on the back of his head.
The Yellow Turban Warriors never actually use their fists; they rely solely on their words to claim that both the living and the dead will perish. The flames and halos behind their heads ward off evil spirits. If the opponent doesn't retreat, then it's the Yellow Turban Warriors' turn to retreat.
Because, strictly speaking, the Yellow Turban Warriors were all talk and no action, a mere charlatan.
There's nothing we can do. A wandering soul is incredibly fragile; even the crowing of a rooster or the barking of a dog can shatter its soul. How strong can its supernatural powers be?
On the other hand, a proper Daoist cultivator wouldn't go out to fight as soon as they reach the Wandering Soul stage; that would be courting death.
Yang Silang cultivated the Wandering Soul Realm technique with the strength of his Out-of-Body Realm soul body. Naturally, he had a commanding view and completed it in one go. After one cycle of cultivation, he had already cultivated the true form of the Yellow Turban Warrior. After a few more cycles, he had become extremely proficient.
"Out of body..."
Yang Silang's heart stirred, and the Yellow Turban Warrior flew out of the house and headed straight for the stable across the street.
Daqing was lying down, snoring soundly as he slept.
With a single thought, Yang Silang's soul flew into its dreamland.
In my dream.
This big blue dog occupied a lush pasture, surrounded by more than ten female donkeys, horses, and mules, having a wonderful time.
Here, Daqing no longer speaks human language. It utters donkey-like sounds like "uh-huh," "ah-ah," or "hoo-hoo," and can communicate with the dozen or so female mounts.
Suddenly, a strange, honest-looking face appeared in the sky. Dressed in a yellow veil and robe, the face occupied almost the entire sky, and the voice was like thunder.
"Master has ordered that it's time to prepare a midnight snack for my aunt..."
"Stop flirting with Xiao Hong, hurry up and go!"
Daqing suddenly snapped out of his daze, jumped up, and rushed out of the stable. Only after he finished his work and returned to the stable did he scratch his head and realize what had happened.
"Wait a minute, isn't it Grandma She's turn to be on duty tonight?"
"But that Yellow Turban Warrior just now carried the aura of his master; he must have been acting on his orders... Oh well, I guess I'll just have to bear with it..."
"How did my master know the name of the mule in my dream? I have never told anyone about it. This is all from decades ago when I was living in the mountains before I followed my former master."
"Judging by her age, Xiao Hong is probably already an old man, after all, her bones have turned to dust."
Unable to figure it out, he stopped worrying about it and turned over to fall into a deep sleep again.
inside the house.
Yang Silang nodded in satisfaction. In his dream state, he had fully unlocked his language communication skills. Although Daqing did not call out to his dream mule in the human language, he could understand it perfectly as a third-party observer and even knew the other's nickname.
There is still plenty of time.
Yang Silang used the Rejuvenation Divine Power once to continue cultivating the second volume of the Out-of-Body Realm, "The Vajra Warrior Scroll".
Same old method.
Enter a meditative state, let your soul fall, observe the ring, and choose a suitable object from among those who make wishes.
The moonlight shone like water.
From a spiritual perspective, milky white moonlight flew into the room, shaping the soul, dispersing the form, and then stabilizing the body with a mudra.
I don't know how much time passed.
The soul has changed its appearance.
He still wore a yellow turban and a yellow robe, but his muscles bulged like a giant, more than twice the size of the Yellow Turban Warrior. Not only that, but his soul body was also covered with a metallic color, like a brass giant. There was also a flame pattern on the back of his head, but the flame pattern was more delicate and majestic.
More importantly, he now held a heavy-looking vajra made of soul power.