Ordinary Cultivation of Immortals in Shushan

Chapter 172 The Ins and Outs
That night, Meng Qiu wandered around and got rid of four ghost captains just like before, and there were more than a hundred Tiecha wandering spirits.

Even if the most powerful one of them didn't reach Foundation Establishment and was easy to kill, this situation would still make people feel a little dignified.

Regardless of the school captain or the wandering soul, if you don't look at the face and the length of the body, the rest of the outfit and the magic weapon in your hand are all exactly the same.It shows that Xu Wan, the sage of the underworld, really created a huge ghost army in Mangshan.

If you take one out of ten to count, you can have a hundred thousand troops with a million people.Adding up all the cultivators in Middle-earth, there may not be this number. No wonder they dare to call it the ghost country.

These are just the low-level ghosts seen in this land. According to these people, the more powerful ones were taken into Mang Mountain.

Meng Qiu couldn't help but rejoice that he didn't trespass. It doesn't matter how powerful these ghosts are. As long as there are thousands of foundation-builders, the number of people piled up, combined with some magic circles, they are much more powerful than most earth immortals.

He completely extinguished the idea of ​​going up the mountain to block the door, and waited until the day came.

As expected, those wandering spirits retreated into the dark places and hid themselves when the rooster crowed.

Meng Qiu saw with his own eyes that three wandering souls were crowded in the hollow of an old locust tree in the village, motionless.Whether it's children climbing and playing, or women and old people taking a rest in the shade, they don't see anything.

He couldn't help but be more interested in that celestial master of the imperial court. I don't know which master can have such a great ability to force Xu Wan, the sage of the underworld, to give in, so that these ghosts can suppress their nature and not come out to harm people.

Just as he was about to kill the three ghosts, suddenly a red cloud flew over from a distance, which was very clear under the blue sky and white sun.

"Go!" An old man with straw sandals was the first to see, and shouted: "The monster is here to arrest people, run home quickly."

Three steps and two steps, pick up a child playing by the tree, and rush home quickly.Others also reacted, those who had children dragged their children, and those who didn't ran away.

Only an old woman with bad legs and feet fell to the last, staggered a few steps, fell to the ground, her face was full of horror, and crawled forward.

Meng Qiu could see clearly that the person who came was not a monster, but a little monk with a talent for training Qi.

His way is not very good, he drives a cloud of red, the Dharma light all over his body is as red as blood, the color is dim and mottled, and when he gets close, there is a stench.

"Unlucky, you are the only old thing left." Xiexiu looked unwillingly at the villagers who had fled into the house, then turned his head and glared fiercely at the old woman on the ground, cursing:
"Old man, you're going to die yourself, why didn't you drag one of you to be buried with you and let me run away? I'm so mad, I'm going to torture you later."

His eyeballs were red, a layer of blood appeared faintly in his eyes, his face was thin and fierce, like an evil spirit, the old woman rolled her eyes in fright, and fell into a coma.

Meng Qiu frowned. Seeing the other party's appearance, the smell of blood came out of his body. Obviously, mana did not come from penance, but relying on killing people to plunder blood and energy. This is the lowest and most common cultivation method in the evil way.

Zheng Bagu once said that the so-called distinction between good and evil monks lies in the level of strength, which is different from ordinary people.Although Meng Qiu felt that there was some truth to it, he couldn't actually agree with it.

Unlike the other party's bumpy childhood and experience of not pooping in the world of practice, Meng Qiu grew up in a society with mature ethics. He naturally favors and agrees with ordinary people's concept of good and evil.

Therefore, no matter how domineering Emei is, or even a life-and-death enemy with him, once they meet, as long as the other party still adheres to the concept of good and evil, he will more or less follow some rules.

For example, the last time we met each other in the South China Sea, and the two sides fought each other, once Zhuge policed ​​me to escape and Master Baiyun was too subdued, he would restrain himself and let him go.

And when meeting Zhen Gen and Zhen Dui, the evil cultivator who kills wantonly with this kind of attack based on preference, without regard to mortal life, he ignores any rules and does not hesitate to attack.

In front of them, some leftist monks gathered from other places, took advantage of the loophole between Mangshan Mountain and the imperial court agreement, and acted as a minion for tigers.

At this time, the evil cultivator took out a blood-red flag from his arms, it was five feet long, and the flagpole was all made of pale bones; the flag was made of human skin, embroidered with a skull with holes for eyes.

Meng Qiu was taken aback, this magic weapon looked very familiar, the leftist casual cultivator who was killed in this area back then also had a similar banner.

Xie Xiu shouted and cursed: "Old man, you still want to pretend to be dead?" He shook the flag, and a bloody light fell down, with a stench.

Meng Qiu raised his hand and moved slightly, and the clear light flew out, wrapping Xie Xiu, the magic weapon, and the blood light together, galloping out, and dragging him to the distant forest in an instant.

He threw this person to the ground, holding a blood streamer in his hand, and after a little inspection, he found that it was exactly the same as the method of cultivating the evil magic weapon back then.It's just that the last one can restrain ghosts, but this one is worse, it can only gather flesh and blood.

"Senior, spare me!" Even though Meng Qiu only showed his foundation-building cultivation, it was not something this little evil cultivator could handle. Even if he was thrown, he still struggled to his knees, kowtowed, and repeatedly begged for mercy.

He also took out a thin book and a black stone bottle from his pocket, put it on with both hands, and said: "This is the method of refining the blood bone banner, and there are a few ghosts that I received before, please accept it, senior!"

Meng Qiu stretched out his hand, and two things landed on his hands, leaving aside the black bottle. The method of refining the Blood Bone Banner recorded in the cheat book was almost identical to the previous Blood Bone Banner, only differing in the material.

The blood bone banner is made of mortal bones and human skin, and soaked in flesh and blood. The bloody light that shines will fascinate all the recipients without hurting their souls.

Blood banners must use flesh and soul as the main materials, and transform them into cold air and fierce ghosts, releasing them to hurt people.

The strokes of the two secret books are different, but they are obviously from the same school of Taoism.

Meng Qiu asked in a deep voice: "Where did you come from? Where did you get this method? Besides you, does anyone else know it? Let's talk about it in detail.

You also know the methods of monks, and you can tell the truth from the fake.If it is not true, I will use this method to train you into a magic banner. "

Xie Xiu immediately shook his head like a sifter, not daring to hide it, and said in a straightforward manner:
"More than ten years ago, I was the bastard son of a scholar's family in the south, with a bright future. Unfortunately, the eldest brother in the He family was narrow-minded and kept making things difficult for him, so he could hardly survive.

My father has always been eccentric and anxious to drive me away.I heard that this place was plagued by a plague, and everyone died. The imperial court ordered a [-]% tax reduction and exempted people from all over the place to move here, so I sent me to bring some farmers to occupy some fields for him.

When I got here, I asked people who came earlier, so I knew there was no plague, it was clearly caused by ghosts and ghosts.

I walked back that day, but unexpectedly at night, I encountered a wandering spirit in the wild. The two guards were unprepared and were dragged away on the spot.

The rest of us ran wildly for a while, and managed to hide in a Taoist temple, which was shabby and had no cover. We thought we were going to die, but we didn't want those wandering souls to obey the rules and didn't come in, so we didn't wait until the next morning.

Those attendants didn't dare to go back, and carried me back to the original town. After many days of trembling, I finally figured out the rules of wandering spirits. They won't come during the day, and they won't enter the village at night.

At that time, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that although the world was difficult, I finally survived. With my vision and means, I must have achieved a lot.

But I don't want those subordinates to be too useless, occupying too much land and not knowing how to cultivate it, and not knowing how to do business, so they will spend all the money I brought.

In the end, they ran away one after another, and betrayed the master.One night, they drove me out of the village and into the wild.Thanks to my vigilance, I hid in the previous Taoist temple before the wandering soul found out.

The Taoist temple was renovated at some point, and the Jade Emperor is enshrined in it.I have always worshiped immortals and gods, and worshiped each other with great gifts, and it turned out that when the time came, I fell into this Taoism.

Using the lure of some money in my hand, I hooked up my original book boy and tied him up. After punishing him for the heinous crime of betraying his master, I killed him.

According to the method in the book, the bones were dismantled into a flagpole, the skin of the chest and back was made into a flag, and the flesh was spread on it, and the formation drawn with blood was practiced into this magic weapon.

At this moment, it was still daytime, and for some reason, blood attracted a ghost captain.I thought he was going to kill me and was about to resist, but unexpectedly he asked for my help.

It turns out that there are rules in the ghost world. The Jade Emperor ordered them not to show up during the day, and not to enter villages, towns and Taoist temples at night.

But these rules do not restrict monks, he wants to cooperate with me, let me have nothing to do on weekdays, help him catch some living people, throw them far away into the wild, and when it gets dark, he will come to kill people and promise me some benefits.

I was naturally unwilling, for fear that he would tear down the bridge by crossing the river, but the captain said that more than one person agreed, and led me to meet other comrades.

Sure enough, there are quite a few literate people around.Everyone has a blood banner like this in their hands, but there are endless patterns on the banner, including apes, wolves, tigers, and bones.

The benefit that the captain promised was how to use the flags and streamers to improve his cultivation.I saw that he was very sincere, so I agreed.

Senior, if you are willing to let me go, I will tell you the formula.This is a profound Taoism passed down from the ghost country, and it doesn't need to study hard, as long as you have mortal flesh and blood, you can boost your mana.

For more than ten years, I only used the flesh and blood of more than a thousand people to achieve my current cultivation level.With your old man's method, killing people is like mowing grass, and the blood and flesh are still rolling in. In a few years, you will definitely be able to build a foundation and live forever. "

Meng Qiu picked up the blood banner and looked at it again, then stared at this person, a little angry and a little funny.

The anger lies in the fact that this person has a cold nature, is weird and weird, for his own selfishness, he doesn't take the lives of the same kind as a thing at all, and acts recklessly.

Not to mention other things, just looking at the bones on the flagpole of the blood flag, he knew that the other party's book boy was at most seven or eight years old, and he was still ignorant.

The funny thing is, this evil cultivator is not only stupid, but also extremely poor in aptitude.The blood energy of more than a thousand human lives in ten years, even if it is infused with a dog, it will become a essence.

Not only did this person forge the magic weapon in his hand extremely poorly, but his own cultivation was a little stronger than the monk who had just cultivated mana, and he was barely able to control the magic weapon to fly.

This idiot went to the village to arrest people just now, but his escape was so slow that a group of children and old men escaped, only a lame old woman was caught.

Meng Qiu put the blood-bone flag aside, held the black bottle to look, there were three ghosts in it, and asked, "I see that you just arrived in the village, did the Jade Emperor order you not to arrest people who entered the house?"

"Yes! Senior's ingenious calculation is admirable!" Xie Xiu hurriedly said: "I didn't have this rule in the first year or two when I cooperated with the ghosts, but later a great mage summoned us and gave this order.

At first some people did not abide by it, but after they were discovered, either the mage struck him to death with lightning, or they were taken away by the ghost captain without a trace.

Later, we explored a method, saw the opportunity, killed one or two people during the day, and took the soul, as long as no one saw it, or no one reported it to the government, it would be fine. "

"Hehe, the Jade Emperor!" Meng Qiu didn't need to think about it, he knew that there was definitely something wrong with it, and he might be with the imperial court and the so-called celestial master.

He asked a few more questions, but seeing that the evil cultivator couldn't answer, he threw down the blood bone flag.

When the other party caught it and showed ecstasy on his face, he said: "You have paid too much for this magic weapon, and I don't want to win others' favors, so let it accompany you."

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of blood threads suddenly appeared on the banner, half of which penetrated Xiexiu's eyes, nose, ears, mouth and seven orifices, and more of them penetrated into the body, pulling continuously.

First, he pulled out the bones of his whole body one by one, and replaced the original flagpole of the blood flag one by one; then pulled out the outer skin, and replaced the flag surface; then pulled out the bloody flesh, and the flag surface was soaked.

During this process, the evil cultivator's mind and viscera were all supported by blood threads, and he stood upright, his eyes were wide open, he saw everything, and he couldn't make a sound with his mouth.

When the new blood-bone banner was finished, Meng Qiu nodded in satisfaction and said, "You told a lot of lies just now, which made me embarrassed; but you also have to care about face, so I will give you some benefits after you answer.

Look, is it right now that you and your magic weapon will never be separated?If you have the best of both worlds, then you are willing to die! "

As soon as the bloodshots collapsed, Xiexiu's entire face fell on the flag, completing the facial features of that pair of skulls, leaving only a gray shadow of his soul, left in place in a panic.

Meng Qiu flicked his fingers, and a little thunder burst out, smashing the blood flag into flying ash, then turned around and said:

"Miss Qiao Qiao, you have been watching here for a long time, can you do me a little favor, use your unique will-o'-the-wisp to warm this ghost for a while?"

(End of this chapter)