Whoosh!
While Murong Yan was dumbfounded, the blood-patterned steel needle between her eyebrows suddenly flew back, drawing a long red line in the air as it returned to Hong Yi's hand. At the same time, he, who was sitting on the stone stool by the well, opened his eyes and looked at Murong Yan. He raised his head and said, "That fine steel sword of mine is an item bestowed by the palace. Although it's not worth a thousand taels of gold, it's not cheap. Since you've destroyed it, take your flying sword as compensation."
In the fight between the sword and the needle, the blood-patterned steel needle had destroyed the fine steel sword.
Hong Yi was now a parent. Everything in the house was worth money. That fine steel sword was worth at least a horse on the market. It was a pity that it had been destroyed.
"You!"
After Murong Yan heard this, her face became anxious, but then she calmed down and nodded. "I was wondering why you could use a needle to fight against my sword, but I didn't expect it to be an immortal steel like the blood-patterned steel … Only Fang Xiandao can refine this kind of thing, and when refining it, it consumes a lot of blood essence … I don't know, do you want to sell this needle? If you want to sell it, I'm willing to pay ten thousand taels of gold, thirty good warhorses, one hundred strong slaves, two hundred wooden bows, two hundred eagle feather arrows … No, I also want to add one hundred fine steel sabers and ten sets of Radiant Armour! "
In one breath, Murong Yan seemed to have turned from a woman into a sharp-tongued merchant. She hurriedly said a series of numbers.
"What?"
Seeing Murong Yan struggling to get up and quickly saying the numbers, Hong Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
It turned out that he only wanted to use the blood-patterned steel needle to shock Murong Yan, so that she would obediently not have any strange thoughts and answer some of his questions. He didn't expect the other party to offer such a big price.
"Ten thousand taels of gold, warhorses, slaves, bows and arrows, knives and armors. As expected of the nobility of Yun Meng, they do business like this. " Hong Yi smiled and said, "But Miss Murong, don't forget, you still haven't redeemed yourself."
"Then I'll add ten more maidservants. As long as you let me go, I'll immediately return to Yun Meng and trade with you through the Chamber of Commerce. What do you think? " As soon as Murong Yan mentioned financial transactions, her face showed a trace of faintly discernible arrogance. "Also, this Mu The Younger is your maid, right? I can also buy her. Just name your price. For example … Should I spend another thousand taels of gold? A thousand taels of gold is enough for you to buy a hundred maids. "
"Brother Yi."
Hearing this, Mu The Younger looked at Hong Yi eagerly and called out.
"How is it?" Murong Yan looked at Hong Yi with a smile on her face. She was confident that the price she offered was too generous. No one would not consider it.
"Sure enough, you're a barbarian!" Hong Yi suddenly pressed the table and stood up, "The first thing you talk about is slaves and human trafficking. My Da Qian is a civilized land! Do you think I'm a barbarian like Yun Meng? "
"You … You said I'm a barbarian!"
When Murong Yan heard this, she angrily exhaled. This triggered the arrow wound on her back and injured her lungs. She coughed violently.
"Alright, don't mention it anymore. I won't sell the blood vein steel needles. Although Mu The Younger is my maid in name, we are family. You don't need to mention anything about buying her. If you want to take her away by force, then don't blame me for being impolite. I only want to ask you a few questions. After that, you can leave. I don't need your ransom. "
Hong Yi waved his hand.
"What is it? Ask away!" Murong Yan clenched her silver teeth.
"First, apart from looking for Grand Tutor Yuwen's reincarnation, what other purpose do you have in coming to Da Qian? Second, how much do you know about the Taishang Dao? Tell me everything. "
"Apart from looking for Grand Tutor Yuwen's reincarnation, I have no other purpose in coming to Da Qian." Murong Yan's eyes moved. "As for the Taishang Dao, our Xuantian Hall doesn't know much either. They act mysteriously and don't have a Daoist temple. However, they don't have many disciples. There's only a Sect Leader, a Goddess, and three Elders. Rumor has it that the Taishang Dao accepts two disciples each time. The Sect Leader is the Monogatari. Back then, there was a Saintess, his younger sister, Meng Bingyun. However, his sister married someone and broke the Taishang Dao Technique of Love Observation. Her cultivation was lost and she died. The current Saintess is a woman called Su Mu. Alright, that's all I know. "
"Indeed … My mother is from the Taishang Dao. That Zhao Han didn't lie. I didn't expect my mother to be the Saintess of the Taishang Dao. I guessed that Su Mu is the Saintess of the Taishang Dao."
When Hong Yi heard Murong Yan's words, he felt much better.
"Do you have any other questions?" Murong Yan raised her head after answering.
"Do you know how to draw?" Hong Yi suddenly asked.
"Of course, I've been well-read since I was young. I'm proficient in the four arts." Murong Yan looked at Hong Yi with a condescending expression.
Hong Yi ignored the expression on Murong Yan's face and continued, "The dao techniques of your Xuantian Hall worship Dao Lord Xuantian. Dao Lord Xuantian, I read the Dao Scripture and it was formed from the darkness before the world was formed. I wonder if I can draw the statue of this Dao Lord? Draw it and show it to me. I'll let you go immediately. I won't make things difficult for you! "
"Are you trying to spy on our Xuantian Hall's dao techniques? Our Xuantian Hall's dao techniques are the taboo of the taboo. Even if you force me to tell you now and kill me, you'll definitely be hunted down by the experts sent by our Hall Master. " When Murong Yan heard that Hong Yi only had one condition, she was puzzled. "Moreover, I'm not high enough to comprehend Dao Lord Xuantian. I don't have the qualifications to visualize it. Unless I'm a Ghost Immortal, then I can visualize and cultivate Dao Lord Xuantian. Otherwise, I'll suffer from Qi Deviation and my soul will fall into eternal darkness. The Dao Lord we worship is just a memorial tablet. There's no real image. "
"Oh?" Hong Yi was on guard. "There's no real image, only a memorial tablet. That means that Xuantian Hall's Dao Lord Xuantian has a statue like the Amitabha Sutra. It can't be worshiped."
Hong Yi was familiar with the Dao Scriptures. He knew that the Yunmeng Empire's Mysterious Sky Mansion paid homage to Dao Venerate Xuantian. Dao Venerate Xuantian was the darkness before the universe, before the primordial world opened.
People who cultivated this dao technique to visualize Dao Lord Xuantian had to comprehend the essence of darkness.
This was like cultivating the Buddhist Arhat's Virtue and Prestige. The soul cultivated the Arhat's firmness and majesty.
It was also like cultivating the Bodhisattva View. The soul cultivated the Bodhisattva's compassion, wisdom, and determination.
It was also like cultivating Fang Xiandao's Primordial Yang Dao Lord. The soul cultivated the Primordial Yang Dao Lord. It split the heavens and earth and evolved the essence of thunder and lightning. This kind of soul had great power.
It was like cultivating the Taishang Dao Lord. The soul carried the Taishang Dao Lord. It saw all things in the world as sacrifices. It was above creation and had the unique nature of the Taishang. This kind of soul was unpredictable. It was the god of the gods, the Dao of the Dao.
Hong Yi cultivated the Amitabha Sutra. The soul carried the Amitabha Buddha's true nature. It had immeasurable lifespan. Therefore, his soul recovered very quickly.
Hong Yi deeply understood these principles. Cultivating dao techniques and visualizing the images of the Dao Venerables was not about imitating their appearances. Instead, it was about understanding the essence and essence that the images of the Dao Venerables represented.
As for the specific dao techniques, they were all small techniques.
There were many small techniques. It was too much to learn. Hong Yi naturally would not neglect the essentials.
Now that he wanted Murong Yan to draw the image of Dao Lord Xuantian, he naturally had to understand the essence of the darkness in Xuantian Hall.
The Amitabha Buddha had immeasurable lifespan and immeasurable light. It was the opposite of Dao Lord Xuantian. If he understood the essence of Dao Lord Xuantian, it would be very beneficial for Hong Yi to figure out the Amitabha Sutra.
No matter how many questions he asked, it was not as direct as asking Murong Yan to draw a Dao God that she visualized.
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