"I see that this fairy has such extraordinary foundation at such a young age. In the future, I will definitely be a great monk. I will only make a good relationship with one hundred and fifty Sanshan Talismans, and I will give up this sutra!"
The casual cultivator was also good at observing words and expressions. When he saw Hua Daier approaching Qian Chen, he realized that this was the Lord's patron. He opened the tadpole scripture again and asked Hua Daier to take a look.
"It's really an ancient tadpole art!"
The ancient and mysterious aura emanated from the scriptures suddenly shocked Hua Daier and subconsciously held her wallet tightly.
She secretly sent a message to Qian Chen and said, "I didn't expect that you have a really good vision! I actually found the real one in this vast street stall!"
"I have an elder who has participated in the opening ceremony of the Tianzhu Sect. The several secret talismans I brought back also have a few ancient tadpole spells. They do have this ancient and mysterious aura."
She gritted her teeth and said, "You discovered this scripture first! If you can make up so much money, I won't rob you of it first! But if you don't make up your money, I can lend you fifty Sanshan Talisman... Then even if we buy it together, we have to participate in the research together!"
Qian Chen calmly glanced at her and bought what he wrote because I was sick!
"Actually, it's useless to buy it alone. This article is said to be a tadpole text from the ancient times!"
"After the old man Zuan formed a pill, many great monks have studied it and thought it might be the secret text of the great witch sacrificing a cursed god in ancient times. It belongs to some extremely secret divine text! Only the ear canal god born by the afterimage of the god can be recited."
"Old Zuan has great luck. He heard the divine chanting of the mantras in the ear canal. With his extraordinary understanding, he recorded the true meaning of the Tadpole text, and then he cracked the mantra and established the Heavenly Mantra Sect."
"Only the tadpole text, without corresponding spells, those spells cannot be cast! Not to mention condensing the Speech Spirit!" Hua Daier was still persuading her with awesome eyes.
Qian Chen glanced at her faintly, looked at her look of expectation, "Let's buy it together" and reached out to the title page of the "Heavenly Mantra Sutra" and threw out the six jade coins with his other hand.
He glanced at the six jade coins, and according to the hexagram, his fingers wandered in the ancient and incomplete scriptures, stopped on a tadpole text that looked like a turtle and snake, and chanted a simple and mysterious syllable in a low voice, as if pulling this world back to the ancient syllable.
The casual cultivator opposite suddenly changed his face. He was about to take back the ancient scripture when he saw the tadpole text on the title page of Qian Chen's fingers suddenly appeared with a faint blood color, and he came alive!
The tadpole text is twisted and constantly changing, without a fixed shape, but it seems that this is its complete state.
The twisted form seems to demonstrate a certain way of heaven and earth, exuding a faint pressure.
The casual cultivator saw sweat on his forehead and did not dare to go up and grab the scriptures.
Qian Chen's fingers streaked half of the text, and stayed on another wishful tadpole text, another quaint syllable.
Hua Daier and the casual cultivator next to them both tried desperately to remember those syllables, corresponding to the tadpole text in the scriptures, but they were all frightened to find that every time the syllables sounded, their minds were blank and they could not remember those syllables at all.
It seemed that their memories could not bear that mysterious ancient sound at all.
Qian Chen's fingers kept moving, staying on one by one, like Kun, cloud, thunder, like erosion, like a silkworm spitting silk, like an ancient strange beast. With the chanting of the mantras in his mouth, these tadpole texts came alive, and on the rest of the sutra, a chapter that was twisted like a dragon, shining brightly, and shining with divine light.
It's a mysterious tribute!
Hua Daier's heart was beating around her, feeling a little dry mouth, and she narrowed her eyes by the twisted tadpole words on the title page.
She subconsciously grabbed Qian Chen's sleeve and said nervously: "I'm going back to read it. I'll buy it first and then read it! I'll definitely not sell it now!"
But soon she discovered that the hawkers and cultivators on the opposite side were more nervous than her, and smiled dryly: "It turns out that they are the great disciples of the Tianpao Sect! This sutra is obtained from the ruins, and everyone has their own chances. This ancient sutra should not be the forbidden body of your Tianpao Sect!"
Hua Daier narrowed her eyes as if she had seen her prey...
"Isn't this the original spell?"
The casual cultivator looked at the familiar spell after Qian Chen recovered and cursed in his heart.
"Damn it, the disciple kept saying that if the Tianman Sect passes the scriptures but does not pass on the mantra, even if the introductory disciples are only given a few introductory mantras, which condense several slightly less powerful mantras, and they cannot be taught through their mouths. They only know how to recite mantras, but do not understand how to interpret mantras! Only true disciples can teach the meaning of tadpoles and resolve mantras by themselves."
"So the same mantra is a kind of speech spirit in the introductory disciples' mouths, and after the true disciples carefully study the mantra, they are completely different. They can even comprehend the supernatural powers from the mantra!"
"He also said that this mantra was stolen from the ancestor of the Heavenly Mantra Sect. It was a mantra worshipped by the ancestor of the Heavenly Mantra Sect. Not to mention the introductory disciples, even the true disciples have not been taught."
"He swears that no one can break this spell, I really believe it! Just in case, I deliberately disrupted the spell, so I pretended to be the remnant scripture of "The Heavenly Curse"!"
"I didn't expect that the day after I arrived in Feizhouhai City, I was cracked down on my original appearance!"
The wandering cultivator was a little angry and nervous, but he was not particularly frightened. So what if this person was the true teaching of the Tianzhu Sect? Flying Zhouhai City strictly prohibited fighting, and the entire fairy city was covered by formations. Once magic power was used, there would be a suppression of immortals on all sides, and the seven immortal alliances that presided over the sea city would also send out the guardian monks to ask.
In this kind of stall, there is always no need to tell the authenticity of the goods. Although the Tianzhu Sect is a rising star in the overseas practice world, it has no face, and it is called the Seven Immortal Alliance to show off a romance.
Qian Chen restored the spell that was broken up and recited it once, and condensed an inexplicable power.
"This residual sutra is forged, just a spell that is broken up and broken up, and the following articles are all blank..."
Qian Chen turned to Hua Daier and said, and when he opened the back of the scriptures, there were indeed some meaningless scattered words, which seemed to imitate the tadpole text, but had no intention, which made people see the difference at a glance.
"Okay! It turns out to be a liar!"
Hua Daier slapped the stall of the casual cultivator.
Seeing this, the casual cultivator knew that he had met Zhengzu, so he could only sneer, waved his hand and shook Hua Daier away, and turned around and wanted to put away his stall.
"I won't do your business! Whether this scripture is real or fake, it has nothing to do with you!" The casual cultivator sneered and looked at Qian Chen deeply, as if he wanted to keep him in his heart.
Qian Chen said calmly: "Who said it doesn't matter?"
"These spells are recorded in some ancient tadpole text, and they are easily unable to be copied and remembered! After copying or being recorded, the original text will fade away. Since I have recited the spell, do you see if the spell is still there?" Qian Chen pointed to the broken sutra.
The casual cultivator opened the residual sutra and saw that the tadpole texts on it disappeared without a trace, leaving only a blank on the title page.
"you……"
He pointed at Qian Chen and said viciously: "Okay! I've been defeated! Boy, leave a name! Let's see you if we don't turn around, let's see you!" After he put down his harsh words, he turned around and was about to leave.
Qian Chen stopped him, "Wait... I'll give you your stuff back!"
After saying that, he closed his eyes and implicated the breath of the spell.
Suddenly, a vast wilderness seemed to be a breath of an ancient era leading the clan members to dance blood to sacrifice the gods, spreading from him, pressing Hua Daier next to him for difficulty breathing. The casual cultivator who was about to leave was even more shocked, looking at Qian Chen, who seemed to be coming from ancient times, like a witch, which was so overwhelming that he could not breathe.
Then a majestic voice echoed in my ears!
Qian Chen was like a god possessed, and ignored him. He overlapped six jade coins in his hand, arranged the hexagrams, and said coldly: "Kan Zhentun, hardness and softness are at first, and it is difficult to live. When it is dangerous, the tycoon is Zhen. The movement of thunder and rain is full, and the heaven is ignorant. It is better to find a marquis to build a marquis without peace!"
"The next six, I ride a horse, and the tears of blood are like tears!"
"This is a hexagram I have written for you. Judging from the hexagram, the upper six line belongs to the Yin line in the soft position. Although it is in the position, it is located at the top of the Tun hexagram and has reached its peak. There is no way forward. The lower six and three are enemies and cannot respond, so the situation is the worst. The Kan hexagram where it lives also has water and blood, so it is very bad!"
“There is:
If you get out of horses, you will be sick with four feet, and you will be crying and bloody. You can use all your plans in the village, and you will be worried and worried. If you want to ask about your future, you will still be the same as the lights in the wind!”
"Your luck has dissipated and you can't live tomorrow!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the monk staggered under his feet and his hair fell and spread. He pointed at Qian Chen with a frightened expression and said, "Yan Ling!"
"If the Heavenly Mantra Sect recites the mantra, you can cultivate the spirit of the Word! But it is impossible, no one can cultivate that mantra..."
The casual cultivator knew in his heart that it was the sacrifice of the ancestor of the Tianman Sect.
The old man Zuan said in person: This mantra is a symbol of the ancestor, and even he can only recite it when worshiping the ancestor, and convey the prayers to the ancestors of the Dharma-Rule of the Heavenly Mantra.
In fact, this mantra was a disciple of the Tianman Sect colluded with him and stole the sacrificial text written by the old man Zuan when he opened the mountain gate.
Otherwise, with the teachings obtained by the disciple, I would not be able to copy these ancient tadpole texts at all!
The old man Zuan himself could only use the power of the ancestor to recite the sacrifice mantra and cast the spirit of the mantra when he was worshiping the ancestor.
Therefore, what the disciples of the Mantra Sect said that no one can cultivate this mantra that is not a lie!
But...who made him meet the ancestor of the Tianzhu Sect?
This tadpole spell is called the Taishang Sanyuan Siming Great Mantra, which is a mantra that directly points to Qian Chen's great supernatural power. Reciting this mantra can use the Yan Ling "Siming" to reverse the luck and interfere with fate. It has a trace of power to follow the Dharma and determine cause and effect.
Just now, Qian Chen recited this mantra with a mortal body and used the Spirit of Words to cut off 99% of this person's luck and set his next fate. Now, from anyone who can spy on the secrets of heaven, the casual cultivator has already shined in the dark clouds and a disaster is coming!
The wandering cultivator staggered away regardless of the others.
Hua Daier's keen spiritual sense captured a trace of Qian Chen's use of the Yan Ling "Si Ming". The Yan Ling cut through the luck of the scattered cultivator and determined the fate of this person later. Especially after cutting off all the vitality, the deadly silence emitted by the strand of fate that trapped this person in the death disaster made her pale and lingering fear.
Chapter completed!