Human beings are in a state of deception, and immortality begins with the secret book of origami

It can be said that with the paper substitute, it is difficult for Mu Lin to be targeted by curse spells of the same level. Even curse spells of a higher level cannot affect Mu Lin.

Finally:

"The numerous shortcomings of injury transfer, that's my problem, not the paper double's."

"As long as I cultivate the realm of the paper substitute to a high enough level, it is not impossible to transfer 100% of the injuries. At that time, as long as the enemy doesn't kill me with one blow, even the true spirit can be crushed into slag. If you plant it, you can’t kill me.”

"As for the upper limit of the spell capacity... there is not only one paper substitute!"

Thinking that in the future, if the enemy pierces his heart, crushes his head, or blows himself to pieces, he can still rely on his remaining soul to transfer all the injuries, Mu Lin felt a sense of relief.

What makes him even more happy is that even now, he can still use some of the power of the paper substitute.

"Altar, open!"

"Buzz!"

Following Mu Lin's low shout, the altar located in his Dantian immediately glowed with light.

This special light amplified the power of the paper figure on the altar, making its connection with Mu Lin deeper. Then, Mu Lin discovered that with the amplification of the altar, he could transfer the injuries suffered by his body by 30%. to fifty percent.

More importantly, there is no limit to the number of such transfers.

As long as the paper substitute in his Dantian exists, Mu Lin can continuously transfer the injuries. In this way, fatal injuries will become serious injuries, serious injuries will become minor injuries, and minor injuries will become minor scars.

Thinking of this, Mu Lin became happy.

"By the way, from now on, may I also say that it's just a fatal injury."

Of course, this was just an idea, and he didn't dare to say it out easily. It was not that easy to change from a fatal injury to a minor injury.

——Fatal injuries will shatter Mu Lin’s head or heart, and after such injuries are transferred, the heart and brain of the paper substitute will be empty.

Such important organs are not easy to repair even if they have abundant mana, not to mention that Mu Lin's body does not have sufficient mana.

"So, we still need to practice, and we need to improve the level of the paper man!"

Thinking of this, Mu Lin looked at the changes on the attribute panel.

Then, he discovered that his upper limit of proficiency in the Taiyin Living Man's Manual suddenly increased by more than ten times.

[Taiyin Living Man Sutra, level 2 proficiency (1/3300), characteristics: spiritual awakening, spiritual foundation (white paper sacrifice in the sky), paper substitute]

Another thing that made Mu Lin raise his eyebrows was that the paper substitute also had a proficiency panel, and it was level 2.

[Replacement paper man (talent spell), level 2 proficiency (1/810), characteristics: clone phantom, injury transfer]

"There is a proficiency panel, which means that the paper substitute will not follow the proficiency of the Taiyin Living Man's Sutra, but will require me to practice separately."

Thinking about this, Mu Lin didn't feel too uncomfortable. Practicing separately would indeed take up some of his time, but because the spells were easier to practice than the exercises, his paper substitute would be able to reach high levels more easily.

"Moreover, the wonderful use of the paper substitute is not only for transferring injuries..."

…

The spiritual enlightenment was successful and the spiritual foundation was condensed, which made Mu Lin happy for a long time. After a long time, he calmed down and continued to practice.

In this way, time passed quickly during Mu Lin's practice, and soon it was the next day.

Because of his joy, Mu Lin didn't even eat breakfast and ran to the classroom.

His arrival caused a group of people to immediately gather around him.

"Brother Mu, you came so early."

"With such hard work, no wonder Brother Mu, you are a master in origami and painting."

Some people are happy because of the arrival of Mu Lin, some are indifferent, and naturally, some are angry.

Looking at Mu Lin, who was surrounded in the middle, Pang Ding's eyes were very gloomy.

Realizing this, some students with low talent who relied on him did not dare to provoke Mu Lin openly, but they comforted him in a low voice: "Master Pang, don't worry, for us Qi practitioners, painting, Zhizhi, after all, this is a side path, cultivation is our foundation. When Mr. Pang succeeds in spiritual enlightenment, he will understand the difference between himself and you."

"Yes, by then, these short-sighted people will have no way to curry favor with you."

"Master Pang, there is no need to worry about a bunch of idiots."

These words made Pang Ding laugh.

"Hahaha, you are right. Being angry with a group of villains is indeed because I am too preoccupied..."

Pang Ding, who was holding his breath and being complimented by others, was ready to practice hard, and then he would mock Mu Lin properly when he was promoted.

However, before his fantasy could be completed, the next scene broke his defense.

As the class bell rang, Madao Ren also entered the classroom.

Before he could sit down, Mu Lin stood up.

At first, Mu Lin's behavior did not attract everyone's attention. They thought Mu Lin had some spiritual problems and wanted to ask Taoist Ma.

But soon, a sentence that shocked them echoed in the classroom.

"Teacher, I have succeeded in spiritual enlightenment."

These words made the voices in the classroom suddenly pause, and after a while, an unbelievable voice sounded.

"This is impossible!"

The one who voiced doubts was Pang Ding. He did not make as much money as Mu Lin, nor was he as popular as Mu Lin. The only thing he was proud of was his second-class spiritual root talent.

But now, he, a person with second-class spiritual roots, has not yet awakened his spirit, but Mu Lin has succeeded in awakening his spirit first. This scene makes him unable to accept it.

And he was not the only one who was surprised, Taoist Ma was also puzzled.

Because he had wanted to help Mu Lin, he had investigated Mu Lin's situation.

Therefore, he knew that although Mu Lin had a heritage, he was from Yeluzi.

He also knew that although the lineage of papermakers was unknown and could easily die early, the quality of this lineage was not bad. Because of this, he didn't understand how Mu Lin, who had no family background and poor spiritual talent, could successfully achieve spiritual enlightenment in just twenty days.

"Didn't he use the skills of the papermaker to initiate spiritual enlightenment?"

Although he was confused, Taoist Ma was much more stable than Pang Ding.

Therefore, he did not show his doubts, but said: "The spiritual enlightenment was successful, are you sure?"

"confirmed."

"Well, come with me, I will take you to test the spiritual level."

As soon as he finished speaking, he left the classroom first. Seeing this, Mu Lin quickly followed.

On the way, although he did not want to have too much contact with Mu Lin from the Yinbamen lineage, the principle of due diligence made Taoist Ma still tell Mu Lin some common sense knowledge.

"If you use earth-level skills to successfully enlighten your spirit in the seventh to the thirty-third day, you can be rated as level B, but level B is also divided into three levels: upper B, middle B, and lower B. The treatment you enjoy is different depending on the level. no the same."

"Take the most critical point as an example. After obtaining the second-level evaluation, you can enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and choose an earth-level spell. Among them, B can only choose low-level earth-level spells, and B can choose mid-level earth-level spells. You can choose the prefecture-level top grade… here we are.”

While telling the story, Madao Ren took him to a classroom, and inside, there were already two people waiting.

There are two people, one male and one female, one old and one...young? ? ?

Looking at the little girl who was at most twelve or thirteen years old, Mu Lin was stunned for a moment.

This look immediately made the little girl unhappy.

"snort!"

Along with a cold snort, a powerful coercion emanated from the girl. At the same time, a cold word also came from the girl's mouth.

"You're thinking bad things."

"No."