Chapter 416 (1/2)
Once the red eyebrow ghost died, there was nothing left except a withered body. His side door flying sword was tempered into iron juice by Chen ang. The two red eyebrow insects were changed by the devil and were tempered together. Only a handful of poisonous sand remained, but Chen ang didn't pay attention to it and was ready to melt away with his body.
Finally, only a bag of treasure bags was left, which was still of some value.
The red eyebrow ghost is a side door magic power, and the refined treasure bag is not large. It contains some gold and silver and a mental skill supplemented by their own cultivation. It seems that most of their family assets are still in their hidden cave.
Chen ang pinched his fingers and counted. Jingming hasn't finished yet. Besides, since Chen Ang's calculation, the doom of mountain shooting ghosts has been triggered in advance. Now the red eyebrow ghost is dead, hidden by the secret of heaven, and the bald ghost can't detect anything. Chen ang took out the original mental skill and read it slowly in his hand.
This is a unique mental skill of wandering immortals from other sects. It's still some skills, but it's not complete. It seems that Liu Tang didn't get the second volume of this mental skill, so he had to fill it with other skills collected by his family, and trained a good number of other sects to become an evil magic power.
From the perspective of this mind method, this expert of the side door seems to be a careless character. Naturally, the Dharma formula inherited by the predecessors of this kind of scattered cultivation will not be as orderly as the inheritance of famous schools, as rigorous as teaching textbooks, but as personal practice notes, full of various authors' personal feelings, feelings and even essays.
The elder left behind is even worse. He has mixed a large number of obscure and vague sentences and expressions in his spiritual cultivation. It seems that he even has problems with his expression ability. He actually uses his hometown dialect, mixed with local words, and occupies a large space.
The most troublesome thing is that this is still a secret script handed down from the Tang Dynasty. Many expressions contain ancient meaning. In addition, there is only half a volume of inheritance. Chen ang can imagine Liu Tang's despair and madness when he comprehends this book.
The IQ of monks is not low. Even if a pig reaches the realm of Sanxian, it is also a pig with Taoism.
But IQ has nothing to do with expression ability. A secret script written by an old Qin friar in Guanzhong with high IQ in the dialect of the Tang Dynasty makes a Sichuan friar in the late Ming Dynasty who is not flexible. It is really no different from the book of heaven.
”This is a tragedy caused by the lack of language!” Chen ang looked at Liu Tang's Annotation on mental skills. The confusion between the lines, a large number of fallacies and misreading, coupled with the argot of Tan Xuan Taoist in the Tang Dynasty, and the evolution of the characters in the process of historical spread, all deeply explained how the once naive monk was hurt when interpreting this practice note.
For Chen ang, who has 18 liberal arts degrees, is proficient in the secret inheritance of ancient Chinese culture and Taoism, and has an amazing IQ, this kind of thing is naturally plain and straightforward, and the literary meaning is simple. He can even complete the second half of the lost secret books with his excellent insight. The mystery will only be on the original book.
But for the heretics without inheritance, this is an insurmountable natural moat.
”It seems that monks without inheritance in any world are very difficult!” Chen ang sighed. ”In fact, this is a clear and clear mental method. If you encounter pre ancient characters, or Tianfu tadpole characters, dragon Zhang Feng seal characters, tortoise pattern birds and eroded oracle bones, I'm afraid you are blind and have such a low understanding. No wonder you will enter the side door.”