My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 58 Dilong Villa, a corpse chapter in Jiuyou Long Night!

The pool of blood churned, murderous aura soared.

The dog-headed Taoist came back to life with scarlet eyes, nine feet tall and sharp teeth.

After many days of hard work, the dog head Taoist was finally trained.

"Meet the Master!"

The dog-headed Taoist priest looked at Zi Yuan, then knelt down on one knee.

"Not bad." Zi Yuan nodded in satisfaction.

The dog-head Taoist priest can communicate with yin and yang, and can escape from the ground, swallow fire, enter water, and exhale wind.

The strength is equivalent to that of a Taoist priest who has just started refining Qi, and more importantly, the cost is not too high.

The dog-headed Taoist priest is naked, his muscles are knotted, and he is extremely strong.

"Eh?" Zi Yuan's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly grabbed the palm of the dog-head Taoist priest.

I saw a thin black line on the palm of the dog-head Taoist priest.

The black thread squirmed slowly and stretched all the way to the arm.

"Song Lin, do you know what this is?"

"what?"

"The black line extends to the heart. The dog-head Taoist priest is almost dead, about three months."

Taoist Ziyuan sighed: "This old man has been practicing for 200 years. He used to make ear boy, willow tree ghost, and locust tree ghost for the Taoist temple. This is the most difficult Taoist soldier he has encountered."

The world of Daoism is moving forward, not clinging to the old ways and holding on to the old Daoism of the predecessors as a treasure.

Almost every Taoist temple has veteran Taoists who understand Taoism very well and can improve it.

"Is the lifespan short? It's not very cost-effective, and it should be improved." Song Lin said.

"A dog-head Taoist priest costs two hundred Dao skills. If he can only live for three months, the cost is too high. This is a fatal flaw. It may be that the current climate is very different from the ancient times."

Zi Yuan threw his notes to Song Lin.

"Take it back and have a look. If you have any opinions, tell me, don't let it out."

Zi Yuan suddenly thought of something, and handed over a box: "This is the land deed for the farm at the foot of the mountain."

"Thank you sir."

Song Lin took the object, and then flew to the manor at the foot of the mountain outside the city.

Seeing Song Lin's leaving back, Daoist Zi Yuan smiled.

This is a temptation for him, if the dog-head Taoist refining method is spread, he will kill this person no matter what.

The words directed at the temple master just now were also intentional, to test whether this person is the kind of idiot who was brainwashed by the Taoist temple.

Song Lin flew to the top of the manor, and the tenants below were already familiar with the scene above their heads.

The name of the village is Dilongzhuang.

Song Lin came to the mansion, the scale was okay, it was still a courtyard house, there were five entrances in total, and there was no one inside.

Push open the door, there is a small yard behind the door, through many corridors, to the residence.

Because it is a mansion where Taoist priests live, it is generally equipped with a quiet room for practicing exercises, an alchemy room, a refining room, and a medicine storage room.

The back door is a large open space at the foot of the mountain, where spells can be practiced.

Song Lin was very satisfied after seeing it, it was spacious and quiet enough.

dong dong!

"Is Daoist Song Lin here?"

An old man was shouting at the gate.

Whoa!

Song Lin's figure suddenly appeared in front of the old man, which startled him a lot.

"you are?"

"My name is Uncle Liu. I'm a handyman in the official affairs hall and the housekeeper of Dilongzhuang. I'm here to report the situation to you."

Uncle Liu was holding a ledger.

Dilongzhuang has a total of [-] mu of paddy fields and [-] mu of spiritual fields. The spiritual fields belong to Taoists alone, and ordinary people have no right to govern them.

For ordinary fields, the public affairs hall usually sends handymen over to act as housekeepers.

Five percent of the yield per mu was handed over to Taoist priests, thirty percent was handed over to Taoist temples, and the remaining twenty percent was left to tenant farmers.

Regardless of the [-]% or less, many people are vying to be the tenants of the Taoist temple.

Ordinary fields can only harvest about two hundred catties.

Taoist temples have Taoist priests who specialize in making fertilizers, which can produce more than 1000 catties per mu.

Not afraid of drought, flood, locust plague, such worry-free land, it is too late to grab it.

"Okay, I see." Song Lin waved his hand, and Uncle Liu stepped back.

These are all retired handymen from the Taoist temple, and now they are sent to the countryside, which is a good ending.

Go back to the Chamber of Secrets.

Song Lin took out the refining method of the dog-headed Taoist priest.

Don't look at the more than 100 types in front, the last one can only make Taoist soldiers live for three months.

"If we add the Taiyin Shape Refining Method, wouldn't it be possible to solve the problem of longevity?"

Since just now, Song Lin has been thinking about this question.

The difference between Dao Bing and Rampant Bing is that Dao Bing is a living body, which can exist for a long time, and does not need to consume true energy to live.

Thinking of this, Song Lin closed his eyes and returned to the world of repairing the moon.

Been out for almost a month.

This time is the 16 years of Taixu Mingjing.

The comparison of time flow here is one to thirty, twelve days outside, one year inside, and 12 years in the world.

Taixu Mirror, Yuguilin.

Moon patterns appeared between Song Lin's eyebrows, and the moonlight lingered around his side like an elf.

The body surface condenses into a transparent glazed substance.

Through the bone mirror, it can be seen that the true energy has completely turned into the color of suet white jade, exuding a faint gleam.

It's been a long time, and it's done.

The ghost map formed by the crimson cinnabar runes is suspended in the void.

Turn the pages.

Name: Song Lin

Type: Xiuyueyiren

Realm: Hunyuan period (four-fifths of the gas refining progress)
Dao Xing: 180 years
Supernatural powers: Taiyin golden pupils, Taiyin falling soul grid, Taiyin Huangquan evil ghost glass body... "Taiping Xuanke Cleansing and Refining True Qi Jue", "Revenant Soul Refining Art"

Items: Xuanhuang Heaven Talisman, Jade Ruyi, Vajra Sword, Poisonous Longyan, Yuecha, Queen Mother Hundred Rings, Mulberry Picking Hook...

Five rare treasures, four fifths of the progress.

It is no exaggeration to say that Song Lin is definitely one of the strongest monks in the world right now.

Perhaps the only one who can compare with him is the mysterious wizard leader.

Not far away, 120 rampant soldiers were in full swing refining moon bricks.

Song Lin glanced at it, and then went down to earth.

desert.

A group of cavalrymen with small whips, small eyes and red cheeks, and sheepskin blouses whistled and rushed into the village of Hanjing.

The village was on fire, and the Huns cavalry burned, killed and looted, and slaughtered the Han people like pigs and dogs.

"Back to camp!!"

The leading centurion shouted.

He sat on horseback, put a rope around the villagers' necks, and then galloped the horses, dragging them to the ground.

These corpses are also kept as sacrifices to the gods.

The cavalry didn't feel any guilt for killing people with such cruel means.

For them, there is no difference between the Han people and the two-legged sheep. They are both docile and can serve as rations when they are hungry.

At this time, a group of Han cavalry came from afar.

"Not good! It's a Han dog!"

When he saw the banner in the crowd, the centurion was ashamed.

This is the banner of Dou Xian, the great general of the Han Dynasty.

This man is simply a nightmare in the hearts of the Huns.

Soon, the army overwhelmed the Huns cavalry.

Dozens of people were captured.

"Haha, keep them alive and send them all to the mountain."

The middle-aged man on the back of a foreign horse from the Western Regions said with a smile, this person is Dou Xian, and he is also the minion of Zhongmiaomen who controls the court.

Dou Xian patted the shoulder of the soldier next to him: "It's just you, and I'll send it to the mountain in a while."

The soldier's body trembled and his face was pale, as if there were some ghosts and ghosts on the mountain.

On the mountain.

The soldiers led their men to escort dozens of Xiongnu captives up the mountain.

It was clearly broad daylight, but it was as dark as night below.

The mist is hazy and bloody.

Deep in the jungle is a simple thatched hut.

(End of this chapter)