Chapter 85 The Crow Immortal's Qi is Different
Chapter 85 The Crow Immortal's Qi is Different
After saying this, Wu Chaoxi didn't bother to pay attention to the new person, but looked suddenly at Chu Tai.
It is clearly the face of a bird, but it gives off an expression of surprise.
"I came up with this name, is it so unacceptable?"
Chu Tai looked at Wu Chaoxi and couldn't help but speak.
Taoist Cui Huang beside him couldn't help but speak up at this time: "If we didn't know that you had an Eight Diagrams Gourd Whisk in your hand, we wouldn't find it strange that you gave it this name, but..."
There is no need to make clear the hidden meaning in the unfinished words.
Chu Tai was silent for a moment after hearing this. He recalled the look on Taoist Fu Guang's face when he heard the sound of the Eight Trigrams Gourd. His eyes drooped slightly, and then he chuckled.
"You can use whatever is convenient for your own use, but if you want to give it to someone else, you still need to have a good name."
Hearing this, the person who asked the question earlier couldn't help but laugh.
"That's true. You are a real person."
Chu Tai turned around and looked at the rather thin young Taoist priest standing next to Taoist priest Cuihuang. He was as handsome as a girl, but his body was straight, giving people a feeling of ancient pine and cypress.
The aura is rich, blending with nature, vaguely forming a whole of its own, revealing his fifth-grade cultivation realm.
The most important thing is that the aura of the person who came was similar to that of Taoist Cuihuang.
"I think this is Brother Mu Jing, nice to meet you."
"I have also heard of Fellow Daoist Chu's name many times. Now that we meet today, I know that what Cui Huang said is far from reflecting your ability."
As he spoke, Taoist Mu Jing looked at Fei Fei and asked, "I wonder if this young friend would let me see the magic weapon in your hand?"
Upon hearing this, Feifei looked at Chu Tai, and seeing that he did not refute, she handed the newly acquired magic weapon to Mu Jing.
Taoist Mu Jing, who had received the magic weapon, looked it over and exclaimed, "It is truly marvelous. If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would not have believed that there is such a way to refine treasures in the world."
Taoist Cuihuang couldn't help but ask a question when he heard this.
"Brother, although this magic weapon is quite exquisite, it should not be worthy of such a reputation."
"That's because you haven't seen the true subtlety of this treasure yet."
Taoist Mu Jing gave no face to his junior sister at all and bluntly said that she had poor eyesight.
Taoist Mu Jing praised repeatedly as he slid his fingers across the umbrella.
"This umbrella surface looks like it is made of the essence of wind and cloud combined with some materials, but in fact, the Dharma contained in it is mainly spring and winter winds, supplemented by autumn and summer winds, and combined with the winds from the four directions of southeast, northwest, and northeast, forming a small world."
"Coupled with the underworld atmosphere hidden in the crow feathers hanging around the umbrella, it can be said to contain both life and death, further strengthening the meaning of the illusory world on the umbrella surface."
"Holding this umbrella and standing under it is like walking on the boundary between life and death. If you use the methods of the living world to hit him, it will not be effective. If you use the methods of the underworld to curse him, it will not be effective either."
"The subtlety of this is that the principles mastered by fifth-rank cultivators will also be affected. For me, this can be considered a good protective treasure."
Taoist Mu Jing's fingers then fell on the umbrella ribs and handle.
"Junior sister, you may not be able to see the umbrella, but if you look closely at the ribs and handle, can you see anything?"
"It's one piece? No, this magic umbrella is alive?!"
“I finally figured out that when Fellow Daoist Chu was refining this magic weapon, he did not completely kill the vitality of the bamboo pole. Instead, he used some method to keep it in an active state, retaining its further potential, allowing it to progress along with the user and become more suitable for the user, just like a plant adapting to the surrounding environment.” Mu Jing looked at Chu Tai with some emotion in his eyes.
"Besides the many mysteries I mentioned, this magic weapon should have something else. I wonder if you can explain it to me?"
"besides?"
Wu Chaoxi was very surprised, and Feifei also showed a surprised expression. He injected his magic power into it. When refining this magic weapon, he only felt the several abilities that Mu Jing mentioned.
"Of course there is, and it is very ingenious, almost like the work of nature. If it weren't for the fact that the Qi you practiced and his ritual method were not completely compatible, leaving a little trace of human intervention, I really wouldn't be able to tell."
When he said the second half of the sentence, Taoist Mu Jing had already looked at Chu Tai, his face full of emotion.
"If Zhengyang sees you, he will definitely be very happy and will definitely ask you to talk about the treasure refining method."
Upon hearing this, Chu Tai was also somewhat amazed at Taoist Mu Jing's vision. This magic umbrella could be regarded as the culmination of his summary of his own practice methods.
It incorporates the insights from the jade characters in the Heavenly Book of Huifeng Valley, the treasure refining techniques of the Yinjing Sect and the Jinhua Sect, as well as some insights from [Wandering Scholars] and [Face Reading].
Taking the umbrella handle from Taoist Mu Jing, Chu Tai gently turned it. The clouds above the umbrella turned, and crow feathers hanging around it emerged. The yin energy rotated with the clouds, as if experiencing spring, summer, autumn and winter, showing the changes of life and death, and generating wisps of vitality.
Finally, when Chu Tai stopped, the umbrella was filled with spring colors. The green light formed swaying bamboo shadows, and a spiritual crow emitting a faint fluorescent light soared into the sky.
It looks like morning light and also like blue clouds.
"I see. Lingwu, besides the meaning of crow, can also refer to the Golden Crow. So this magic weapon is actually a magic weapon that combines some of the Taoist magics of the four of you. No wonder it is called Lingwu Tingqinglai."
Lingwu is Chu Tai and also the crow fairy. Ting refers to the green bamboo by means of wind blowing bamboo leaves and rain falling on bamboo branches. The last Qing refers to the Taoism of the child himself and Chu Tai's expectations for him.
Taoist Mu Jing stretched out his hand, felt the descending blue mist, and an expression of amazement emerged in his eyes.
There was obvious shock and surprise in Taoist Cuihuang's eyes. The swaying bamboo shadows clearly showed traces of the Qinghua Golden Box's immortal qi.
Feifei opened her mouth slightly in surprise and looked at Chu Tai with admiration.
As for the last Wu Chaoxi, his gaze was extremely complicated. It saw another trace in this magic umbrella.
Crow Feather, which was in the Yin Earth, relied on the movement of heaven and earth and the inspiration of the four seasons to reverse life and death and turned into the Golden Crow divine bird.
A faint golden light was reflected in the dark eyeballs.
But Wu Chaoxi couldn't express these feelings, and he looked at the spiritual bird flying into the sky.
"No, this magic weapon is also Chu Tai's guidance for Feifei's path. Feifei has inherited the teachings of her ancestors and can achieve the sixth level with the help of external forces. However, her foundation will inevitably be unstable and her magic power will not be pure in the future, so she will have no hope of reaching the fifth level."
“But if I combine the aura of this magic umbrella with mine, I can retain a little foundation. After I achieve the sixth level, I can feel the clouds and rain of the four seasons, accept the winds from all directions, and slowly refine my foundation, just like the crow feather? No…”
"The crow feather is just a representation. Its essence should be his soul. He can place it on the spirit crow, soar into the sky, collect the yang and warm energy above the nine heavens, and refine his soul, leaving some possibilities for achieving the fifth rank in the future."
"Is that right, Fellow Daoist Mu Jing?"
Wu Chaoxi looked at Taoist Mu Jing and received a positive answer, while he was also carefully looked at by him.
Such a rude behavior made Wu Chaoxi very unhappy. It spread its wings, dropped its negative energy, and dissipated.
Taoist Cuihuang saw this and couldn't help but secretly communicate with Taoist Mujing: "Brother, what are you doing?"
"There's something wrong with this crow fairy's aura..."
(End of this chapter)