The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 105: Tantric Tumo Samadhi

Seeing the six heads floating in the sky, Song Feng, who had just frowned, slowly relaxed his brows:
"Luotou clan's secret technique. I didn't expect that you could actually practice this secret technique with the body of a fierce ghost. It seems that your bloodline must be very extraordinary..."

When he said this, Song Feng shook his head, as if he had no interest anymore:
"Qiu Sheng, break his illusion!"

Hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then he let Xiaoyu take over control of his body:

"Xiaoyu, come here..."

In just a moment, the flame above Qiu Sheng's brow instantly burned up.

Then, Qiu Sheng's eyes became much gentler in that instant:

"Then leave it to me~"

A gentle voice suddenly sounded, and then Xiaoyu, who was in control of Qiu Sheng's body, waved her hand heavily at them:

"break!"

Just a light shout was heard.

Then, the six strange-looking heads that were floating in the sky suddenly fell down and wailed:
“…No~”

The moment he saw the female ghost, Brother Monkey couldn't help but scream.

But the illusion was eventually exposed.

Then, the six heads that fell to the ground seemed to be corroded in that instant, and quickly turned into a ball of pus and blood:

"Zizzizi..."

Looking at the pus and blood and six headless corpses in the distance, Qiu Sheng, who had regained consciousness, looked at his seventh uncle with curiosity:

"Seventh Uncle, what's going on?"

"Just now they looked like they were still floating in the sky like ghosts, how come they were dead in the blink of an eye?"

After hearing Qiu Sheng's question, Song Feng glanced at the headless corpses in the distance, then said with a smile:
"You must remember that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this era has long been extremely thin."

"Let alone flying on clouds, even the art of moving people several feet off the ground is not something that ordinary people can practice."

"Any spell involving transporting something off the ground basically requires a level of spiritual power or even the Five Qis to Origin level or higher."

When he said this, Song Feng couldn't help but chuckled a few times while looking at the corpses:

"Even the masters and elders of the major famous and upright sects today would not dare to say that they can use the method of transportation to easily lift themselves up."

"How can one achieve the miraculous flight off the ground like the Luotou clan in the ancient legend just by relying on these weird ways?"

"Although it was just the head that flew off, it's not something these guys can do."

"It's just some illusions created by the manifestation of resentment after death and the use of special secret techniques."

"If you are really frightened by their illusion, you might really be killed by them..."

After hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng seemed a little confused, but he seemed to understand something vaguely.

According to Seventh Uncle, does that mean there are few people in the world today who can fly off the ground by their own ability?

"Then, Uncle Seven, is the principle of his magic similar to the Wuxin vegetable mentioned in the Investiture of the Gods?"

Hearing Qiu Sheng's somewhat ignorant question, Song Feng nodded and then said:
"This is just like what is said in the Investiture of the Gods, when Yabi Bigan asked whether a person can live without a heart."

"To be honest, it was the elves and ghosts practicing in the mountains who promoted this magic."

"For example, the yellow-skinned man who is often mentioned asking for a title can actually be considered a kind of illusion, but it is more inclined to borrow a person's form."

When he said this, Song Feng paused, then smiled faintly:
"Some spells seem very mysterious when they are not revealed, but once they are revealed, they are just that simple."

"The real key is whether the illusion can be combined with people's hearts, whether people can really believe that it exists..."

When he said this, Song Feng shook his head, then pointed to the horses in the distance and the six corpses on the ground:
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and pack up these six bodies, put them on the horse and transport them back."

"Now that Xiaoyu has revealed the illusion, they are all dead and their souls have been scattered. We don't have to worry about them returning as evil spirits in the future..."

Hearing Qiu Sheng's careful consideration, even considering whether they would come back for revenge as ghosts after death, Qiu Sheng said he learned something.

"Okay, Uncle Seventh, I'll move them all to the horse and prepare to transport them back to town..."

After saying that, Qiu Sheng pulled Wencai away, preparing to pile all the bodies together.

Looking at Qiu Sheng and Wencai who were busy, Song Feng turned his gaze to the three paper people.

Then, he saw the three paper people that had just displayed their mighty power were now falling in front of his sight.

But in the blink of an eye, it turned into three pieces of rice paper in front of him.

Looking at the three paper figures that had fallen to the ground and consumed a lot of energy, Song Feng reached out and rolled them together.

Then, he took a deep breath at the three rolled-up scrolls:

"hiss……"

A breath visible to the naked eye floated down from the scroll made of three paper figures, and was quickly swallowed by Song Feng:
"Gudu!"

A swallowing sound suddenly occurred.

Then he saw Song Feng's slightly grayish face, which had now returned to its normal reddish color:
"This energy really can't be easily consumed..."

Fortunately, he still had the means to recover some of the life essence he had exhaled, otherwise he would have lost out this time.

Even a breath is essence.

He had finally awakened two gods from his five internal organs and brought them back to life, so this couldn't be wasted!
After he caught his breath, Song Feng gently turned his wheelchair and walked towards the monkey brother in the front.

When he was about three feet away from Brother Monkey, he suddenly felt a tremor in his heart:
"I was not wrong..."

Then, he suddenly took out two candles from the chain behind the wheelchair.

He lit one on each of the armrests, then exhaled twice:
"call……"

When the two breaths from the left and right were exhaled by him, they were like two shadows.

Faintly, two white candles, one on the left and one on the right, were shining with candlelight, and there seemed to be two shadows, one black and one white.

And as he lit the two candles.

All he could see was that Song Feng, who had been feeling a little palpitating, no longer had that uncomfortable feeling:
“I knew that after joining the Tantric Buddhism, the secret methods of cultivating the tummo meditation in the hands of those old guys would definitely spread out…”

With a faint smile, Song Feng gently turned his wheelchair and came to the body of the monkey brother.

Looking at the parchment talisman in the headless corpse's hand, Song Feng's smile deepened:

"My good disciple, you have truly given your master a great gift. It is worth my effort to fight you..."

When he said this, he suddenly spoke to Qiu Sheng who was busy leading the horse:
"Qiu Sheng, dig a hole here and get some water into the hole..."

After hearing what my seventh uncle said, I looked at the two candles lit on the left and right of my seventh uncle's wheelchair. They looked very extraordinary.

For a moment, Qiu Sheng, who had just seemed very relaxed, could not help but feel a slight chill in his heart:
"Okay, Uncle Seven, I'll be right there!"

He put down the things in his hand, then took a machete from the horse thief, and then dug a small puddle on the ground as big as a person's head. But the next thing was a bit troublesome, because they didn't have any water!
"Seventh Uncle, there's no water..."

When it comes to this, Qiu Sheng seems a little embarrassed. After all, he really wants to complete the task assigned by his seventh uncle.

Looking at Qiu Sheng, who looked a little embarrassed, Song Feng only glanced at his lower body, then chuckled and said:

"Since I can't find any water, I might as well pee. This pee can be used for something..."

When he said this, Song Feng seemed to remember something and glanced at Qiu Sheng in front of him:

"You are still a boy, right?"

After hearing what Song Feng said, Qiu Sheng's face froze slightly, and then he scratched his head out of shame:
"Seventh Uncle, I have had sex with Xiaoyu, but I can't really be considered a virgin..."

When he said this, Qiu Sheng quickly pulled Wencai over and said hurriedly:
"I'm not a virgin, but I'm a literary talent!"

"Seventh Uncle, if you want boy's urine, just let Wencai pee directly."

Looking at the two little guys in front of him, Song Feng pointed to the puddle and asked them to pee first, then smiled and said:
"The boy I'm talking about is a real boy. Anyone who has not undergone the fusion of yin and yang is a boy."

"Your intercourse with the female ghost is at most an illusion. The effect is just similar to using your hands."

"Without the trace of mysterious Yin energy from the woman, the Yin and Yang of both sides are not blended, how can we dare to call him not a virgin?"

"Tongzi, I'm not talking about whether the Yang essence in your body has been expelled, but whether the Yin and Yang have been created..."

Qiu Sheng and Wencai, who were peeing, heard what their seventh uncle said and looked at each other awkwardly for a moment.

After all, if this is true, then they can really be considered virgins, and this can also be considered virgin urine.

"Seventh Uncle, I'm done peeing..."

After pulling up his trousers, Qiu Sheng ran to his seventh uncle and asked him for any instructions.

Looking at the two puddles of boy's urine in the puddle, Song Feng showed a strange smile on his face:

"Originally, I just wanted to use water, but now that I have these two bubbles of boy's urine, I naturally have to make good use of them..."

When he said this, he turned around and said to Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai:
"Qiu Sheng Wencai, the two of you should knead the mud in the eight directions according to the directions of the Bagua, and knead out a Bagua diagram about an inch high."

"In the north direction, use mud to make a square platform, three inches high, and draw two Bagua diagrams on the left and right."

"Write the words sun and moon on the left and right of the Bagua diagram, and worship Ziwei on the platform. Make two short and one long incense sticks when rolling the soil..."

Following the instructions of Seventh Uncle, Qiu Sheng and Wencai took their weapons, used as shovels, and started to do as Seventh Uncle said.

Although they are no longer old enough to play with pee and mud, it is still quite fun to play with them at this moment.

"Seventh Uncle, we've got it done!"

As the last Bagua diagram was completed, Qiu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief:
"call……"

Although it is made of clay and looks very simple, Uncle Seventh has many requirements.

He didn't dare to be careless at all in this magic battle, after all, if something went wrong on the altar, it could actually result in death!

Looking at the strange altar made of mud with the puddle as its center, Song Feng smiled and handed over the parchment in his hand:

"Put the two candles on my wheelchair on the left and right of the stove, and then throw this parchment in..."

After hearing the instructions from his seventh uncle, Qiu Sheng obediently placed the two candles on the left and right of the Taotai.

Then, he took a few steps away from the puddle and threw the talisman in his hand out:
"Go!"

As he expected, the balled-up talisman paper fell directly into the puddle filled with masculine energy.

At first nothing happened.

Wait until Song Feng arrived in front of the northern Taoist priest in a wheelchair, and then stepped on the seven stars and completed the Yu step.

A breeze suddenly blew near the platform:

"call……"

A breeze blew, and ripples appeared in the water in the puddle in the center.

Then, the parchment paper thrown into the puddle seemed to be ignited, bursting into blazing flames:
"boom!"

Seeing this scene, Song Feng blew gently at the two candles on the left and right:
"Boom!" ×2
Two flashes of fire suddenly appeared.

Then, I saw a small puddle of water, and there seemed to be some light and shadow cast vaguely.

Seeing this, Song Feng only saw the Three Mountains Technique in his left hand, and the sword technique in his right hand pointing at the puddle in the shape of an inverted Bagua:

"The reversal of yin and yang shocked the world, the ripples of the peaceful lake traveled thousands of miles, I used the magic mirror to illuminate the demons, and I never forgot the hearts of my old friends. Command!"

As he pointed his sword at the puddle in the distance, the light of the talisman paper suddenly became dimmer.

There seemed to be a strange symbol faintly visible in the firelight, as if it was really reflected through a mirror!
Seeing that symbol, Song Feng couldn't help but reveal a hint of smile in his eyes:

"The secret of Tantric Tummo Samadhi has been obtained!"

As a mysterious symbol appeared in Song Feng's eyes, he stomped heavily on the ground.

Then three steps in succession:

"tread!"

"tread!"

"tread!"

After he had gained enough energy from the ground, he slapped the water waves fiercely:

"Watch the shadow in the palm of your hand, command!"

As he slapped out, an old hand with obvious lines seemed to be reflected on the water waves.

The next moment, a crisp sound suddenly rang out:

"Snapped!"

As the sound fell, the altars around them collapsed instantly, frightening Qiu Shengwen so much that he quickly stepped back:

"Ah... run quickly..."

Seeing these two people so frightened, Song Feng shook his head helplessly:
"Since I know that it was the boy's urine that was urinated by you two, then I naturally cannot explode that puddle of boy's urine..."

After all, he was standing here too. If the boy peed on his face, he would be really embarrassed.

At the end of his speech, Song Feng looked at the puddle of boy's urine, which no longer had any strange signs, with a faint smile:

"My good disciple, even if we are thousands of miles apart, your master is still your master. Just treat this as a lesson from me..."

After he finished speaking, he gently pushed the wheelchair towards the direction of Renjia Town.

As he continued walking, the special symbol reflected in his eyes began to slowly glow.

(End of this chapter)