Chapter 163 The Art of Shinto

Wang Lin looked up at the old man and said word by word: "Senior, don't worry, Wang will leave after reading the Shinto Technique, and he will not come back again from now on."

The old man with red face looked at Wang Lin. After a long time, he turned his right hand and a jade talisman appeared in his palm. He slapped the jade talisman on the stone wall. Suddenly, a white light immediately spread from the jade talisman and spread rapidly throughout the stone wall. Then, a layer of crystal light appeared on the stone wall. Gradually, the crystal light became thicker and thicker, and finally the stone wall suddenly turned into a mirror.

The old man didn't look back and stepped into the mirror with one foot. His whole body seemed to sink into the water, and ripples appeared on the stone wall. Wang Lin hesitated for a while and stepped into it.

A sense of coolness was immediately transmitted from the outside to his body as soon as he entered the stone wall, as if a layer of moist canvas was rubbed over his face. After the coolness, Wang Lin found that he had entered the stone wall. He looked back and saw that the stone wall behind him was like outside, with ripples and shimmering waves.

Wang Lin reached out and the cold feeling appeared again.

"This is the Water Mirror Gate made by my War God Temple weapon refining technique. If the jade talisman was not opened, unless the cultivation level reached the God Transformation stage, you would not be able to enter the stone mansion." The old man with a red face said in a plain tone.

When Wang Lin heard the art of refining weapons, he moved his heart. He looked at the stone wall carefully again, followed the old man with red face and walked forward.

The space inside the stone mansion is huge. Except for the hall in the middle, there are hundreds of stone chambers around it. Each stone chamber has a stone wall. After Wang Lin observed it, he found that each stone wall looked like the water mirror door.

"There are 365 stone chambers in this place, and each stone gate is a water mirror gate. This water mirror gate is actually a symbol of disciples from the weapon refining hall." The old man with red face saw Wang Lin's eyes looking at the stone gate again, so he explained.

Wang Lin looked at it for a while and withdrew his gaze. At this time, the two were already standing in the hall in the middle. In front of them, there were a row of long racks, with four floors, and some spirit signs were placed on each floor.

Except for the top floor where only one spirit card was placed, a lot of them were placed on the other floors.

Wang Lin's eyes turned to the top spirit card, which read: "The Founder of the God of War Temple-----Gong Mo"

"The ancestor of the palace is the founder of my God of War Temple, and the Shinto Technique, which he discovered." The old man bending over to worship the spirit card, turned around and looked at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was silent for a little while and bent down and bowed.

The old man with red face turned around and walked forward. Behind the spirit card, there was a stone wall made of green jade, with countless small characters engraved on it. Wang Lin looked up and saw that the three words "Shendao Technique" were written at the top.

But when he looked down, his heart couldn't help but sink, and it was written below: "Disciple Chen Chong, based on memory, the future generations need to be careful in their practice."

"Are you disappointed?" The old man with red face looked at Wang Lin and sighed: "Shendao Technique. In the second year after the founder of the Palace, a traitor appeared in my war temple. After that, rumors about Shinto Technique spread out. Soon after, the fourth-level cultivation country, Tiangang Kingdom, came to visit. After a close conversation with the Palace Master, he took away the original Shinto Technique. Three days after he left, the Palace Master Yunyou left, and never came back from then on.

This Shinto technique is the most strange technique I have ever seen in my life. Anyone can only understand it after seeing it, but cannot express it in words, as if there is an invisible force to block it.

Chen Chong's ancestor had ordinary qualifications and was the worst among the disciples of the Gong's ancestor. However, he used his memory to do something that no one could do, and portrayed the magic technique. After the carving, Chen Chong's ancestor died of aura. Before his death, he warned his descendants that this technique was a great magical power. His life span was insufficient, and he was only enough to carve it by one. Later generations should be cautious when practicing!

In fact, the ancestor Chen Chong was too worried. How could the art of divine can be so easy to understand? For thousands of years, less than thirty people in my War Temple could see through it. Half of these thirty people eventually succeeded in the baby.

As for the shrine techniques seen by other sects in the Huofen Kingdom, they are actually fake, and even fewer people can see through them."

Wang Lin listened to the words of the old man with red face and silently looked at the blue jade wall. It seemed that a thin man appeared in front of him, portraying a scene on the wall with overdrawing his life span.

"You see it yourself. I'll wait for you outside. The sealed place of the Water Mirror Gate, don't trespass!" After the red-faced old man said, he turned around and left.

Wang Lin looked at the stone wall and finished reading it word by word. The fonts were bitter and difficult to understand, and there were many places that seemed to be conflicting. As he looked, his brows gradually frowned.

After a long time, Wang Lin sat cross-legged, his face was gloomy, but his eyes did not blink, staring at the Qingyu wall, all the handwriting on it appeared in his mind one by one.

The more he looked at him, the more confused he became. The Shinto technique was simply incomprehensible. His brows became more and more tighter. After reading them all, he simply closed his eyes and kept echoing the dense and awkward words in his mind.

Time passed slowly, and Wang Lin was still unable to understand. He slowly opened his eyes, sighed inwardly, and looked at the wall again, but at this moment, his pupils suddenly closed and he said in absurdly: "No!"

The moment he looked at the wall, the characters he remembered just now suddenly disappeared, as if they had never existed. Wang Lin looked at the words on the wall. He was very familiar with these words. He just remembered them all in his mind, but now in the blink of an eye, it seemed as if there were defects in the memory and they all disappeared.

Wang Lin took a deep breath and showed a solemn look on his face. This Shinto technique was too strange. No wonder no one could paint it out. He asked Zhou Zihong to paint it for him. Zhou Zihong was confused and told him that Shinto technique could not be described at all. At that time, he was just a little surprised, but he didn't take it seriously. After experiencing this incident personally today, his expression immediately became serious.

When he looked again, Wang Lin's eyes were on the sentence "Disciple Chen Chong, based on memory, the descendants should be careful in their practice." His heart was even more shocking than before. After all, he had heard what people said before, but now, he has truly experienced the difficulty of portraying the magic of Shinto. The name Chen Chong was deeply remembered in his heart.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, glanced at the divine Taoist Technique again, after a stick of incense, Wang Lin finished recording again, but immediately, the scene just now appeared again.

After repeating this several times, Wang Lin's expression gradually became gloomy. He stared at the wall without blinking. This time, he did not remember, but kept looking over and over again.

Wang Lin spent three incense sticks of time to finish this magic technique for the first time, but now he only needs one incense stick to finish it. His eyes swept faster and faster, and gradually, he could finish it with only half a incense stick.

As time passed slowly, Wang Lin's eye speed became faster, from half an incense stick to half an incense stick three times. His speed was still accelerating. Slowly, his eyes were filled with blood, and swelling and pain continued to come.

I don't know how long it took, but Wang Lin's eyes closed unconsciously, but it seemed like there was still a stone wall in front of him, shaking in front of him over and over again.

The handwriting was shaking faster and faster. In the end, even though Wang Lin closed his eyes, his eyes still stinged, and two lines of blood flowed down from the corners of his eyes. But at this moment, Wang Lin suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, his eyes were covered with blood and his face looked full of ferociousness.

At this moment, Wang Lin clearly saw that the handwriting on the blue jade wall in front of him slowly disappeared. A figure in white suddenly appeared inside the wall. His face was blurred and he couldn't see clearly. He could only see several handprints in his hands, bringing out a series of afterimages, and then his body changed from one to two, and from two to three.

Unlike the clone of the old man in blue shirt that day, although the clone of the old man in blue shirt is comparable in strength, it has a slightly dull meaning, and every move is extremely imitating the movements of the subject.

But each of the clones in the white figure in front of me was extremely agile, with no rigidity at all, even giving people a feeling that they could not distinguish the subject.

In fact, Wang Lin didn't know that the clone of the old man in blue was just forcibly divided with a powerful magic weapon, not the clone's great power.

Slowly, the figure in white clothes gradually faded and eventually disappeared.

Wang Lin closed his eyes again, his face pale and his face showed a contemplative look. At this moment, there were some more mantras inexplicably. After analyzing them one by one, Wang Lin opened his eyes with a wry smile. He had already understood the magic of the divine way.

This is a magical power to cultivate clones. The reason why it can increase the chance of forming a baby is actually that it depends on cultivating a clone. At the same time, it can improve the cultivation speed. At the moment of forming a baby, the two will be combined and the success rate will naturally increase.

However, this technique is incomplete, and the clones that are cultivated have fatal flaws. The clones form their own body, and after appearing, they do not have any cultivation level, and their lifespan is less than half a century old. In this way, this technique suddenly becomes useless.

There is also a passage left in the formula that Chen Chong left in unknown ways. In addition to pointing out that all the penis cannot be copied due to his longevity, and his skills are broken, he also came up with a solution.

The method is to use this magical power to cultivate the clone and spend half a year of time on taking pills. Before, prepare a large amount of pills and quickly fill in the cultivation level. You can reach the level of whatever level you can reach. In this way, it is better than nothing, and more or less, and it will increase some chances.

If the magic pill is prepared enough, maybe a cultivator in the stage of the elixir can be accumulated in half a century. In this way, the success rate of the baby will be added to the moment of fusion.

Wang Lin pondered for a little while, smiled bitterly and put away the idea of ​​practicing the magical arts. He didn't have so many elixirs for his clones to take. Even if he got the elixirs, he was not enough. How could he be willing to give it to his clones?
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