Duguchi thought what he saw was an illusion, otherwise he couldn't figure it out, but how could the old man have such feelings between the three people they had just met.

Turning around again, the old man was still leading the way unhurriedly, but he continued what he had said before.

"You two, I think you are very curious about this manor, and you are also suspicious of the temple. Haha, actually, as I said just now, this place is actually a demon body."

"Here? Old man, what do you mean?" The old man's words made Dugu Chi's heart suddenly move, as if he thought of something.

Sure enough, the old man continued to explain: "My brother seems to have thought of it. Yes, in fact, the mural you saw is a demon body. People in the world think that a demon can only be regarded as a demon if it takes the form of a human. This statement is consistent with most people.

It's good for monsters, but there are exceptions. This painted wall, among our monster clan, is called a painted monster, but it can't transform into a human being, and it doesn't even have intelligence."

"So, what are you, father-in-law?" The old man's words surprised Duguchi. Before, he always thought that the old man was the monster in the painting, but he never expected that the real monster was actually the entire mural.

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"I, hehe, I and everything in this painting are just dependent on this painting for their existence. It can be regarded as a demon body. The only difference is that if this painting is gone, I will be gone.

"The old man laughed.

As they were talking, the three of them had already reached the door of a village. The old man picked up his robe, walked up the steps slowly, and raised the copper ring on the door to click it lightly.

After a while, the sound of soft footsteps was heard behind the door, and then, the black door creaked and was opened from the inside.

"Grandpa, you're back. Hey, who are they? Are they the people you brought back from outside?" The speaker was an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, wearing a pink dress, with picturesque features and very cute features.

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"Yes, these two brothers and sisters are from outside." The old man chuckled and turned to let Dugu Chi and the others in.

The little girl looked at Dugu Chi and Dugu Chi with a happy face, and like a happy little swallow, walked around Dugu Chi and Dugu Chi, closed the door, and left the door box.

This is a farmhouse. As soon as you enter the courtyard, there are three main rooms with green tiles in the north, and two side rooms in the east and west. There are plowshares, shovels, hoes and other items piled beside the courtyard wall and in the corners.

There are farm tools, and next to the side house on the east side, there is an old well with a bluestone hoop on the well platform. There is a water puller on the well, and a wooden barrel is leaning on the well platform. It is a typical farmyard.

The old man let Dugu Chi and the two into the main room and said with a smile. "The world here is too small, with only about twenty families and a population of one hundred and twenty. This child has never seen outsiders a few times since he was sensible.

Guest, I made you two laugh."

As he spoke, the old man put down the lamp in his hand on an old wooden table in the middle of the room, and invited Dugu Chi and Dugu Chi to sit down. He personally turned over the two porcelain cups from the tea tray on the table, picked up the green porcelain teapot, and

Pour two cups of tea for the two of you.

I think the tea had just been brewed, and it was still steaming hot.

Duguchi and Fengyi thanked each other, and then sat down safely. At this time, the little girl also ran in and climbed onto an empty chair opposite and sat down. She leaned on the table with her little hands and held her hand.

With his chin and a pair of smart eyes, he kept scanning the faces of Dugu Chi and Dugu Chi, and seemed to be extremely interested in them.

"In this world of painted walls, there is little interaction with the outside world. In fact, my understanding of the outside world is limited to my past memories." At this time, the old man also poured himself a cup of tea and sat down slowly.

"Come to think of it, you are very confused about this temple and everything in this painting. Haha, this is not surprising. Think about it, I have only received three waves of guests in my life. Every time a wave of guests comes here, there will be two.

The same confusion and confusion."

"Please ask my father-in-law to help you clear up your doubts." Dugu Chi said, cupping his hands.

"Haha, it seems that this small temple was built only tens of thousands of years ago." The old man gently picked up the tea cup, but did not drink it. His expression was clearly lost in the memories of the past.

It turns out that this temple was built by a powerful person in the demon world, and this powerful person in the demon world was the direct disciple of one of the demon ancestors, and this demon ancestor was the person in the temple outside.

The white elephant enshrined in the temple.

At that time, some demon ancestors sacrificed their lives to become the guardians of various human religions in order to obtain passed-down techniques for future generations. The White Elephant Demon Ancestor was also one of them.

At that time, he and the Green Lion Demon Ancestor enshrined in another side hall joined the Buddhist Buddha and sat down, listening to the Buddha's sermons with the Buddha's disciples all day long.

The Buddhist scriptures talk about saving people in the world. Originally, these two demon ancestors had made up their mind to learn the exercises and benefit their own people. However, they did not know that the Buddhist scriptures meant that the power of saving people was really powerful. Over time, it actually became true.

To arouse the two of you to take refuge.

However, the two people's obsession with spreading the power to the demon clan persisted, and their desire for refuge could never be understood. All this was seen by the Buddha. Finally one day, the Buddha showed mercy and gave

Twelve volumes of Buddhist and Taoist exercises were written and passed on to the demon clan.

It's just that he felt that most of these monsters were trained from beasts and were not afraid of eating blood, which was always in conflict with the compassionate thoughts of Buddhism, so he accepted the disciples of the White Elephant and Green Lion, and used his great supernatural powers to make them experience hundreds of illusory catastrophes in their human bodies.

, so that after the demon clan obtains the inheritance, they will have compassionate thoughts in their hearts.

And the powerful demon clan who built this temple is one of the disciples of the White Elephant Demon Ancestor who has experienced hundreds of illusory tribulations in his human body.

The lives and emotions of demons and humans are always different, but I never expected that this great master actually experienced a love tribulation when he was going through hundreds of illusory tribulations as a human being.

As a result of this love catastrophe, this great master of the demon race felt a human emotion with his human heart.

This emotion was so profound that after a hundred lives, when he returned to his demon body, not only was he not forgotten, but it became increasingly profound as his cultivation became more and more profound.

I don’t know whether he felt pain or happiness in having this emotion. Anyway, after he returned to the demon world, established a Taoist tradition and passed down the techniques for countless years, that memory has never been forgotten.

Until one day, the great master of the demon clan who had become the leader of a major sect in the demon world suddenly did something surprising. After passing the title of sect leader to his eldest disciple, he left in a daze.

Missing.

No one knew that not long after, an inconspicuous temple was suddenly built in an extremely remote place. In this temple, there was an old monk who called himself crazy. He wore black clothes and sandals.

Every day, in addition to putting three pillars of incense on the statues enshrined in the three halls, I would sit in a daze on the side of the main hall, facing the murals on the wall.

"This mural was painted by that great master?" Duguchi asked in surprise.

"What is painted in it is the scene of one of the hundreds of illusions he has experienced?" Feng Yi said in a very unbelievable way.

"Not bad," the old man nodded.

"He has the ability to turn a mural into a demon?" Duguchi was a little unconvinced.

"It is much more difficult to cultivate a demonic path from a mural like this than it is to cultivate a demonic path from flowers, trees, dianthus and bamboos. Even an existence at the level of the demon ancestor may not have the ability to turn it into a demon." The old man shook his head: "This

I don’t know how the mural gave me the opportunity to become a demon. I only know that from the day I gained spiritual awareness, I only saw the crazy monk sitting cross-legged in front of the mural every day, and I never saw him doing any magic or magic. Those memories are just like

The clear current pours into the minds of me and others. Because of this, I know all kinds of things they experienced in their previous lives."

"Then, what about the crazy monk at the end?"

"Let's go." The old man shook his head and smiled and said: "One day, the crazy monk discovered that the mural turned into a demon. He was very excited. He used his great supernatural powers to walk around the mural, but this time he walked down.

, his look became more and more gloomy. In the end, he just said, "It's an illusion within an illusion, so why seek truth within an illusion? Go and rest, go and rest." After saying that, he walked out of the painting wall, and from then on

After that, I never saw him again, but when he left, he instilled a memory of the exercises into my mind. Therefore, the people in this painting were all taught their exercises by me.

It’s just,” At this point, the old man seemed to have something to hide and stopped talking.

"Just what?" Feng Yi was stunned and asked.

"It's just that this technique doesn't feel quite right when we practice it. I have received several guests before and asked them for advice, but I couldn't get the point." The old man looked at Dugu Chi with hope.

There is nothing wrong with the demon clan’s skills. Dugu Chi carefully read a booklet handed over by the old man. What is recorded in this booklet is naturally the demon clan’s skills passed down by the crazy monk. Although it is not a profound skill, it can be regarded as

The authentic demon art, with Dugu Chi's current cultivation and knowledge, it is natural to see that there is nothing inappropriate in it.

"Old man, there is nothing wrong with the exercises recorded in this demon book." Duguchi thought for a while and handed the booklet back to the old man.

"I think about it, I'm afraid there is something wrong with you, which makes you not suitable for practicing this technique. I'm sorry, can you let me check your body?"

Although this demon clan skill originated from Buddhism and was modeled on human monks' skills, in fact, its essence is no longer suitable for human monks to practice. There are many differences between humans and demons. If the human clan skill is completely followed,

If you don't practice Falun Dafa, then this monster will definitely have problems.

Therefore, although its skills were obtained from humans, necessary modifications must be made. Since the modified skills are suitable for demons to practice, they are certainly not suitable for human monks to practice.

Since this technique is correct, but the old man has difficulties in practicing it, then in all likelihood, the reason should be from him.
Chapter completed!