Chapter 0724: Voice of the Golem

Mu Xingqiu swallowed the bright red fruit in one gulp. He didn't care about the risk before, and didn't know the taste after. He was too hungry. Food was everything to him.

One fruit could only reduce his hunger a little, but it was enough for Mu Xingqiu to calmly think about this strange thing. The origin of the fruit was unknown. Was it a magic fruit produced by the golem or a magic fruit grown by the sacred tree? What would be the effect of eating it? He knew nothing about it.

This is why Taoist priests must be ruthless and abandon desires. He thought that a simple feeling of hunger could make him lose his basic judgment. If he continued to be hungry, he would even throw away his practice to satisfy his appetite. The same is true for other desires. When they develop to the extreme, they all want to monopolize the human body and spirit, and practice can only be forced to take a back seat.

"Practice is also a desire." Mu Xingqiu murmured, and practice is the most overbearing desire, demanding the supremacy of me at all times, so Taoist priests must be ruthless and abandon desires.

This is the truth that the Taoist has been teaching for many years. Mu Xingqiu only had a clear and profound understanding until then. Then he saw the biggest loophole and obstacle in the whole plan: he still had a love tribulation to overcome. Every time he improved his realm, especially the moment of re-condensing the pill, there would be dangers.

Mu Xingqiu continued to practice boxing, but he was a little absent-minded. The hunger in his stomach was still entangled, and his mind was filled with thoughts on how to bypass the love tribulation.

The red fruit on the golem became Mu Xingqiu's only source of food, but in the illusion, only one fruit could grow every seven days, which was just enough to sustain life. The feeling of hunger never left him, but Mu Xingqiu still insisted on practicing boxing, thinking, and full of doubts.

Yi Shijun had not appeared. He must have been observing Mu Xingqiu's every move, but he did not give any help. Mu Xingqiu could guess the intention of the demon of all souls. Yi Shijun weighed the pros and cons. Only if Mu Xingqiu's practice progressed rapidly, he would come out to help, otherwise he would still carry out his original plan: to seize Mu Xingqiu's body and refine the demon pill.

On the twenty-first day of re-cultivation, which was the one hundred and forty-seventh day in the illusion, Mu Xingqiu decided to take the risk of condensing the pill.

This cultivation speed was by no means fast, far behind Zuo Liuying. Yi Shijun was probably very dissatisfied with this, so he still did not show up.

There was no night in the tree, and the solidified flames illuminated the place forever like daylight. Mu Xingqiu could only roughly estimate the time, and the red fruits that appeared regularly were the most important criterion for judgment.

He decided to condense the pill when he picked the latest red fruit.

The fruit was getting bigger and bigger. This one was about the size of a fist, with thin skin and lots of flesh, and no seeds. It could quench hunger and thirst, and it was sour and sweet, just to Mu Xingqiu's taste.

The fruit grew on the golem, and every time it was picked, a small spot would be left. Mu Xingqiu ate the fruit while looking at the golem, and suddenly found that the distribution of the spots was not random. He ate the fruit in a few bites, climbed up the golem, brushed off the brown roots, revealing all the spots left before, then jumped on the ground, stepped back more than ten steps, and walked around to observe.

No fruit grew in the first seven days of re-cultivation, so the golem had a total of fourteen spots, all on the right chest. It looked messy, but if you look carefully, you can vaguely see the strokes.

Mu Xingqiu looked at it from far and near for several times, and finally identified a word - sound.

"Sound." Mu Xingqiu whispered to himself. The first thing he thought of was Yang Qingyin, and then the demon sound he had seen before. He finally understood that the appearance of the red fruit was not without reason. Someone, or some power, was helping him.

Mu Xingqiu was greatly encouraged by this and decided to condense the pill. Waiting any longer would only be a waste of time. He must have the inner pill before he can improve his illusion and make time to think about the mystery of creating reality from the virtual.

Mu Xingqiu took some auxiliary pills and kept thinking near the golem. He did not do anything new or surprising, and still set the location of the pill in the lower dantian.

About five or six hours later, the spiritual energy in the lower Dantian surged, and Mu Xingqiu woke up automatically from his meditation. He practiced the art of defying the heavens, and when he was concentrating the Dantian, he had to step on the Tiangang footwork instead of sitting still.

People who concentrating the Dantian usually fall into some kind of illusion in order to relieve the pain in the lower Dantian, but Mu Xingqiu used the Tianmu to eliminate the illusion from the beginning and took the initiative to endure the torture. This was a method he came up with. Although the pain was unbearable, it allowed him to concentrate and reduce the possibility of being taken advantage of by the love tribulation.

He experienced great pain when he first condensed the Dantian. After many years, the pain had not diminished at all. Mu Xingqiu could still clearly see Shen Zhun's hideous face in his mind. He stepped on the Tiangang footwork very slowly, and habitually punched the bone-forging fist with both hands. The fist method was of no help to condense the Dantian, but it could only slightly reduce the pain in the lower Dantian.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Xingqiu heard a buzzing sound, which was extremely pleasant, like a bucket of water of appropriate temperature soaking every pore in his body. He thought he was trapped in an illusion again. After trying several times to get rid of the sound, he finally confirmed that the sound was real.

Mu Xingqiu could tell that the sound was a pure Taoist magic, probably a secret sound of chanting, but much more powerful than all the chanting he had heard before.

The buzzing sound greatly alleviated the cramping feeling in Mu Xingqiu's lower dantian, and at the same time produced another effect - forcing out the hidden person.

Yi Shijun appeared in mid-air and fell to the ground with a plop. This was an illusion he had set up, and he could do whatever he wanted, but the buzzing sound from the golem was unbearable for him.

"Yu Qing Zhengyin, Yu Qing Zhengyin..." Lord Yishi recognized this voice and hated it. He is a demon clan. No matter how powerful he is, he is naturally disgusted with the secret sounds of the Taoism.

Ishi-kun yelled several times angrily, turned into a crow and flew into the air, escaping from the cracks in the flames.

The pill condensation is not affected by the illusion, and the real time is as long as it lasts, so Mu Xingqiu's pill condensation took more than ten hours in the illusion.

He succeeded, Qing Jie did not come out to cause trouble, and everything went well. However, when he heard Yi Shijun shouting the words "Yu Qing Zhengyin", his heart moved and he thought of Yang Qingyin again, but he quickly got rid of it.

As far as Mu Xingqiu knew, the vast majority of Taoist priests did not enjoy this kind of treatment. According to Taoist custom, helping a person who was in love to condense elixirs was tantamount to raising a tiger.

Not long after Mu Xingqiu had condensed the elixir, Lord Yishi flew in. At this time, Yu Qingzhengyin had disappeared. He landed directly on the shoulders of the demon statue, poking here and there with the charred tree roots. He took out demon weapons from time to time to assist, in short, against the demon statue. Like a thorough inspection.

"Why does the golem grow fruit? And why can it produce jade-clear sounds? That's a Taoist magic." Lord Yishi was puzzled and didn't even look at Mu Xingqiu on the ground. He wanted to find out the answer himself.

"I think the most important thing now is to find a way to create reality from the imaginary, and create a real time of a hundred years or even longer." Mu Xingqiu said.

"Haha." Mr. Yishi stood on the shoulder of the demon and laughed, "The little insect that just learned to crawl wants to soar into the sky." Then his face turned cold, "I decide what is important and what is not important. If you want me to say, The most important thing is this demon statue. It is not simple. It contains secrets related to Taoism, the demon clan and the sacred tree. "

Mr. Yishi flew around the demon statue a few times, landed on the ground, and looked at Mu Xingqiu a few times, "You have already condensed the elixir. From now on, the demon statue and this land belong to me. You go to the corner to practice." , I won’t call you, don’t come and disturb me.”

Mu Xingqiu smiled, turned around and walked towards the edge.

"I know you are not convinced, but you have to endure it." Mr. Yi Shi was very dissatisfied with Mu Xingqiu's calm expression.

In the next more than a month, Mu Xingqiu continued to practice far away from the demon statue, either thinking about it or practicing boxing. He hardly took a moment to rest. His hunger still lingered, but the demon statue never grew. When the red fruit comes out, Mr. Yishi will occasionally go away and bring some food in if he remembers it. If he doesn't remember Mu Xingqiu, he will go hungry.

After a series of close inspections, Mr. Yishi had to admit that the various powers of the golem were only effective on Mu Xingqiu, but he refused to admit failure. He waved Mu Xingqiu over this day and said seriously: "I Understood."

"Very good." Mu Xingqiu could see clearly that Mr. Yishi had been going crazy in the past two days.

"The golem only bears fruit for you, and only produces jade-clear sounds for you. This shows that the person who injects magic is definitely not a sacred tree."

"The sacred tree has no thoughts and will naturally not be biased." Mu Xingqiu also believed that the one who helped him would not be the sacred tree.

"Then only the Taoism and the Demon Clan are left. But the Demon Clan has no reason to help you, and it is impossible for the Demon Clan to produce a jade-clear sound, so there is only one possibility. The fruit and the sound were given to you by a Taoist priest, at least. A spiritual Taoist priest."

"I can't think of any Taoist priest who cares so much about my practice."

"Zuo Liuying cares, but he can't protect himself, it's impossible..." Mr. Yishi looked thoughtful, and continued after a moment: "No matter who is helping you, there are only two possibilities for the golem to cast spells. One is spells It has been injected into it, and it will be cast when the time comes, but I checked carefully and found that there is no spell in the golem. There is another possibility that the spell is transmitted from outside, but this is unlikely..."

Yishi Jun stared at Mu Xingqiu, "If this is the case, something is wrong. I can smell a conspiracy. Someone wanted to rescue you, but they asked me to stay and wait for death."

"You know that's impossible." Mu Xingqiu said calmly.

"Impossible? Hey, Taoism is boundless. Who knows what tricks you are playing? What is the state of your inner alchemy now?"

"Inhale three times."

"Well, the speed of rebuilding the inner alchemy is indeed faster, but you haven't accepted the method of fundamental hiding, right?"

"Of course, I am the only Taoist priest here."

"That is to say, your three fields are unstable now, especially Niwan Palace..." Mr. Yishi smiled evilly, "I'd better carry out the original plan, occupy your body, and then wait for the Taoist priest to rescue me."

Lord Yishi did as he was told, and the sky turned into a cloud of smoke and went straight to Mu Xingqiu's head.