After imparting the secret skill of the visual technique to Su Zimo, the red-headed ghost reminded, "Although you have the Illumination Stone, you have to be careful when you cultivate!"
"It's best to cultivate in the morning and evening every day. If you cultivate in the afternoon when the power of the sun is at its peak, your eyes won't be able to withstand it at all. You have to do it step by step."
Su Zimo memorized everything.
He could not be careless about such matters or it would be too late for regrets if he were to go blind.
A moment later, Su Zimo stood up and headed to the front yard after making sure that he did not miss anything.
The little fox stood not far away, dozing off with misty eyes.
"Go on,"
Su Zimo rubbed the little fox's forehead and chuckled.
The little fox was a demon and on this day of the month, she would come to the backyard to ask the red-headed ghost for a bowl of spirit water to drink.
However, she was initially extremely resistant and shivered in fright, refusing to comply no matter what.
It was only when Su Zimo carried her and sent her over personally that she gradually got used to it.
After five years, what puzzled Su Zimo was that although the little fox had already formed a core, she was still unable to take on human form or speak.
Su Zimo merely thought that it was a unique inheritance of the fox race and did not think too much about it.
When the little fox saw Su Zimo return to the front yard, it ran to the red-headed ghost and cupped its tiny paws, bowing to the red-headed ghost solemnly. It actually spoke in human language, "Greetings, senior."
The little fox's voice was pleasant and coquettish. Any male living being who heard it would most likely be distracted and have random thoughts.
However, the red-headed ghost was extremely calm and merely nodded.
"Why are you unwilling to take on human form?"
The red-headed ghost asked with a fake smile.
The little fox lowered her head and a blush appeared on her cheeks.
When the red-headed ghost saw that, he could not help but burst into laughter and teased, "Little thing, you must be in love, right?"
The little fox was even more embarrassed and shook her head hurriedly like a rattle-drum.
The red-headed ghost laughed for a moment before retracting his smile. "You're thinking that he won't chase you away only if you maintain this appearance?"
The little fox lowered its head and didn't say anything, which could be considered a tacit agreement.
Of course, this was only one of the reasons.
On the other hand, the little fox knew very well that if she were to take human form, she and Su Zimo would no longer be as close as before.
The Human Race emphasized that men and women should not touch each other, so there would be a barrier between them.
Now, she could easily crawl into Su Zimo's arms, roll around, and sleep soundly, act coquettishly, and do whatever she wanted.
The red-headed ghost pouted his lips and said indignantly, "This lad joined the Buddhist monasteries and shaved his head to become a monk. To think that he would have such luck with women! Even I didn't have such treatment back then!"
…
Su Zimo returned to the front yard and sat on the ground, gazing at the scorching sun that was slowly rising in the distance.
At this time, the sun had just risen, and the light was not too bright yet. He had to seize the time to cultivate.
Taking a deep breath of air, Su Zimo channeled the sutra of Illumination Eye in his mind and stared at the scorching sun on the horizon with his right eye.
As time passed by, it seemed as though a ray of light was being injected into his right eye.
Gradually, his right eye was covered by white.
The white pupil looked strange and indescribable. It emitted a faint light and was continuously absorbing the sunlight to refine it.
The temperature in his right eye was gradually rising!
Although it was painful, it was still bearable.
Su Zimo could clearly sense that his right eye seemed to have fused with the Illumination Stone. As the light was injected into the Illumination Stone, its unyielding power became much gentler.
The damage to his right eye was reduced to the lowest as well!
From this day forth, apart from cultivating the Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness at night, Su Zimo would cultivate this visual technique every morning and evening.
There was no activity within his dantian the entire time.
However, Su Zimo did not give up and chose to spend most of the day in the Sutra Chamber to browse through the ancient books left behind by the two ancient monasteries.
The many ancient books in the Sutra Chamber were way too precious!
How frightening was the foundation of the two super sects?
Not only were there many secret skills and spirit arts, there were also weapon refinement, elixir refinement, talisman creation, ancient formation techniques and many other things that had been lost for a long time.
For example, in one of the secret books on formations, there was a record of something called the Ancient God Forbidding Formation.
It was said that when that formation was set up, Genying Zhenjun's Essence Spirit would be shackled and he would not be able to use Dharmic powers at all!
There were many other secret skills and ancient techniques similar to that.
However, Su Zimo's cultivation realm was not high enough and he could not comprehend many of them.
The days passed by one after another.
In the blink of an eye, another five years passed.
Su Zimo had already stayed at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley for 10 years.
Evening.
Su Zimo sat on the ground with the Mingwang Prayer beads in his hands and gazed at the setting sun in the West. Shrouded in the sunset glow, his Dharma was dignified and he resembled a Buddha with a scarlet glow.
His right eye shone with a blazing brilliance that could not be looked at directly!
After 10 years, Su Zimo's dantian was still empty like a black hole without a single bit of spirit qi.
However, there was no hint of disappointment on his face or in his eyes.
After 10 years of chanting sutras and paying respects to Buddha, Su Zimo had an additional serene aura. He was neither sad nor joyful, indifferent to favor or disgrace and was close to Zen.
That was the embodiment of the profoundness of Buddhism!
Possessing the Saraca Flower was equivalent to possessing the root of wisdom.
Su Zimo's attainments in Buddhism deepened day by day.
Backyard of the old temple.
The old monk stood on the stone steps and the red-headed ghost sat in the cemetery, facing each other.
"Old bald monk, I don't think there's anything happening in that lad's dantian. I reckon that there's no hope for him to cultivate once more," The red-headed ghost said.
"His dantian is shattered and his foundation is destroyed. How difficult is it to rebuild his foundation? Throughout history, there have been countless paragons and monster incarnates but none of them succeeded. "
The old monk sighed gently. "However, that lad's comprehension of Buddhism is getting deeper and deeper. If he can cultivate once more, he can be considered as having obtained the true legacy of the Buddhist monasteries."
"Legacy my ass!"
The red-headed ghost pouted his lips in disdain. "Without spirit energy, even if he knows the methods of the Buddhist monasteries, he won't be able to release them. What's the use of that?"
"In my opinion, he shouldn't even think about repairing the Jin Dan from now on. He should just focus on his demonic cultivation in peace! Don't think that he doesn't have the Jin Dan now. His true strength is only stronger than it was 10 years ago! "
The old monk shook his head. "If he gives up on repairing the Jin Dan and continues his demonic cultivation, the moment he enters the Nascent Soul realm will be the moment he becomes a complete fiend demon!"
"Isn't that good?" The red-headed ghost muttered.
Right then, a spirit light descended outside the old temple.
The old monk glanced sideways and waved his hand, causing a spirit crane to land in his palm.
The old monk frowned slightly and opened the spirit crane to take a look. With a conflicted expression, he sighed gently. "The descendant of an old friend is here."
"I hate the aura of this spirit crane!"
The red-headed ghost glared at the spirit crane and narrowed his eyes, asking coldly, "Is it him? Is it his descendant? "
The old monk nodded.
The red-headed ghost jumped to his feet, and the chains on his body rattled. His entire being was suddenly filled with a murderous aura!
The old monk glanced at the red-headed ghost. "Be quiet. No matter what, Fahua Monastery and Daming Monastery are indebted to him."
"Furthermore, he's merely a junior. What's there to be agitated about?"
When he heard that, the red-headed ghost was deflated and sat back down with a terrible expression.
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