Immortal robbery

Chapter 53 Road Encounters
Wang Zijia has heard a lot of reputations about the mortician. It is mysterious and mysterious, with all kinds of information intertwined. It is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

It is generally known that they are responsible for the sect's body collection, encoffining, burial and so on.

And I heard that after the great changes in the world, the reason why Taoism can flourish again is that the mortician has absolute merit and status.

Other than that, Wang Zijia only knows one well-known thing: morticians, seldom die of death, most of them are unknown in their later years!

The Demon Town Tower will be their destination!
In short, this profession is the most legendary among all the arts of cultivation today.

While thinking, Wang Zijia jumped off the paper kite, which turned into the size of a palm and landed on Wang Zijia's shoulder.

Wang Zijia took a stroll in the mountains.Because the cemetery is in the back mountain, he landed in the front mountain, so apart from being a little cold, there is no other discomfort.

All the mountains and forests seem to have been taken care of by people. Although they look natural, they don't look deserted.Compared with the top scenic spots in the previous life, I don't know how many times better.

The green hills are verdant, the spring water is tinkling, and the clouds and mountains are shrouded in mist.Coupled with the extremely rich aura, it makes people feel relaxed and happy. It is indeed a rare good place.

The only downside is that the temperature is a bit low, and with the background of the cemetery on this mountain, it looks a bit cold.

During the tour, Wang Zijia unknowingly stepped into a mountain path. When he realized that this was a dead end, he had already seen a small forest courtyard at the end of the path.

The small courtyard looked very elegant, and he wanted to take a look at it at first, but before he got close, a thin old man with an old face, yellow and thin hair suddenly appeared from the courtyard.

Standing at the gate of the courtyard, without speaking, just staring at Wang Zijia in a daze.

"Eh..." Seeing this scene, Mu Ran made Wang Zijia, who was in a good mood, slightly stupefied, "Hi, senior, this disciple is here to learn the Dharma at the Sutra Pavilion!"

The old man didn't say a word, didn't respond, just stared at him.Looking at Wang Zijia's vest, he couldn't help feeling a little chilly.

He saluted him embarrassingly, turned around and left decisively, until his vision disappeared, the other party seemed to be motionless.

"I take back what I just said, this place doesn't seem to be that good either!"

Returning to the previous fork, Wang Zijia climbed up again.

Still not taking the main road, wandering all the way in the mountains, constantly going up, I haven't gone out for a long time, it's rare to relax, Wang Zijia is very comfortable.

"Brother, back then Master told you not to choose any path of encoffining, but you must have listened, now you know the consequences. Brother, I can still drink to my heart's content, but you can only eat dirt underneath."

"You say you have worked so hard for most of your life, for what purpose!"

"In the end, it's just a handful of loess, and the monument can't be erected!"

"Look at me, I eat and drink well every day, and there are a lot of youngsters serving me below."

"The talent is not as good as yours, your heart is not as good as yours, and your cultivation is not as good as yours, but you live a smarter and longer life than you. Are you angry?"

"..."

When approaching the top of the mountain, Wang Zijia was attracted by a strange smell of wine, so he met the second living creature.

He is still an old man, somewhat like a Confucian scholar, but somewhat unkempt, in his fifties or sixties, with no mana fluctuations in his body.

He was half lying in front of a mound of dirt, with one arm propped on his back, and one hand holding a gourd. His eyes were a little drunk, and he babbled, raising his head and taking a sip from time to time.

The crystal clear wine streaked across the air, shining bright aura, and the strong aroma of the wine diffused with the strange aura.

Wang Zijia took a few breaths subconsciously, always feeling a little drunk.

Immediately stopped and stopped moving forward, looking at the old man in front of the mound from a distance, chattering.From the looks of it, he seems to be 'dancing' on the opponent's grave?
By the way, is there a tomb in Qianshan?
In his thoughts, Wang Zijia was in a trance.

When he regained his consciousness, he found that he didn't know when, he was half leaning on the tree by the road, and fell asleep.

"Fuck!" As his consciousness returned, he woke up suddenly.

Looking around, it was still the same road.The difference is that the old man has disappeared, leaving only a solitary mound of dirt, and the sky has already reached the afternoon.

"Did I sleep for a long time? Just because of a few breaths of alcohol? What the hell?"

Wang Zijia was stunned, feeling something was wrong with his breath.

Cultivation level: [boy] mid-term (25 years 2557/5000)

Spiritual Root: Specific Earth Spiritual Root
Kung Fu: Wanyu Basic Kung Fu
Talent: Spirit Root Seed Demon

Spells: Clay Control (Dacheng), Rune Perception (Dacheng),

Talisman paper making technique (minor success 500/1000),

Clay Transfiguration (Introductory 300/600),

Earth Spear Spirit Arrow Technique (Entry 200/400),

Spiritual shaping (50/300 for beginners),

Tai Chi: 82
French money: 324
Seeing Daoxing suddenly increased for more than a year, Wang Zijia was a little confused.

You know, these days he saved money to buy spells, but he didn't exchange a single pill.

"Forget it, there are too many bosses in this peak, so don't wander around."

Wang Zijia looked at the sky and headed towards the road up the mountain.For the sudden one-year cultivation, Wang Zijia is even more afraid of the inexplicable drowsiness before, and even now he is a little drunk.

After all, a year of Taoism is not too difficult for him to cultivate, it's just a matter of a few explosive magic pills.

After a while, Wang Zijia came to the peak.The entire peak of the inheritance peak is occupied by a huge white jade attic.

The attic is simple and heavy, with carved railings and jade-built rooms, revealing a strong atmosphere of time.

The amazing thing is that there are no guards here, and there is no access control. The entire Baiyu Attic has an open door, and it seems that you can enter and exit at will.

It was already afternoon, but there were still many people coming and going.

Wang Zijia stepped into the attic with curiosity.

In an instant, there was a change of light in Wang Zijia's sight. When he recovered from the trance, the world had already changed.

He came to a huge space, like the depths of the starry sky, the surroundings were pitch black, and countless streamers flickered above his head.At this moment, he stepped on this void, his face full of bewilderment.

[Elementary inheritance order talisman, you can teach a method, do you have a goal? 】

At this time, a majestic voice sounded in the sky.

"I want to choose clay for activation!" Wang Zijia saluted the starry black void and replied respectfully.

[Activation of clay, first-grade high-level, the core Taoism of the foundation of the soil system, is the direct inheritance of the Taoist court.One hundred merits and one thousand fourteen Taoist merits are required to exchange the talisman artifacts and veins. Is it possible to use the inheritance order to be exempted? 】

"Yes!"

Dao Gong is money used within the sect, but Dao function can be exchanged for Dharma money, and Dharma money cannot be exchanged for Dao Gong at will.

As for merit, it belongs to the sect's contribution system, which is equivalent to merit or something.

With Wang Zijia's confirmation, a meteor fell deep in the starry sky, and finally turned into a book of exercises in front of Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia took over the exercises in a daze, and before he could do anything else, countless streamers appeared in his sight again, and then he returned to the gate of the Sutra Pavilion.

Wang Zijia: "..."

Looking at the book in his hand, he was still a little dazed, why did he feel that he had no sense of experience?
What about the ten thousand volumes of books that I am looking forward to for half a day?
What about the magnificent Buddhist scriptures pavilion?

How come it's over once you enter, exit, and shiver?

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(End of this chapter)