It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 212 Overnight at Weiyu Mountain

The man in black is still etched in my mind and cannot be shaken off.

Wearing a black crane cloak and a bamboo hat, his face cannot be seen clearly.

Mysterious and powerful.

Even with Chen Bufan's current level of cultivation in the second realm of spiritual cultivation, when he thinks back to that day, he can't help but feel awe.

That person... is a god!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch his heart.

"The Taoist palace hides the divine attention, the heart scroll..."

Chen Bufan murmured silently.

After following the path of spiritual cultivation, you can enter the realm of spiritual nourishment.

He could faintly realize that he was not the only one practicing this technique in this world.

He seems to be able to form some kind of connection with other people, and even feels greedy, wanting to kill the other person and seize another part of the other person's skill.

At the beginning, there were seventeen breaths.

But in recent years, perhaps due to accidents, or perhaps because of the seventeen auras, some people have been hunting each other.

To this day, there are only three people left, including him.

He raised his head and looked at the stars in the distant sky in the direction of Huainan Mansion.

There, there was an aura of deep malice and covetousness, also looking in the direction of Luoshui County.

"Go and have a look."

Chen Bufan just felt that this was the gear of fate, and sooner or later it would spin and reunite.

There is no escape, no escape.

Everything is His mission, right?

Chen Bufan thought silently.

"It's just... what should I do with my fish stall? After all, it took more than ten taels of silver to get it going..."

Chen Bufan was used to being frugal and could not stand waste.

boom!

Just thinking about it.

A big man in shorts with a ferocious smile on his face suddenly opened the door and came in.

A dagger was thrust directly in front of Chen Bufan.

"It's so late, and there's still a fat sheep? Let's go back to the water village with grandpa, there just happens to be a lack of a cook!"

Seeing this, Chen Bufan sighed, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

"I thought he was here to buy fish, but it's a pity. It's become more and more difficult to dispose of corpses recently. The blood of this man's left rib is blocked, and he obviously has hidden injuries.

After I killed it with one move, I dismembered the body, hid it in the fish pocket, rowed the boat into the lake, wrapped it with stones and threw it into the bottom of the lake. It would take at least an hour for me to go back and forth. If I were later, I would have missed tonight's battle. The car is stuck. "

"Wait a minute, Water Village? Could it be that he is a water thief from the Twenty-eight Miles River and Huaihe River, with iron ropes across the river?

It is said that in the iron chain across the river, there is a treasure boat that can travel thousands of miles in a day. It only takes half a month at most to reach the state capital. "

Thinking of this, Chen Bufan immediately raised his hands with a frightened expression on his face, and said to the man in front of him with a trembling voice,

"Master, please spare my life. I will follow you now!"

It was night, and suddenly there was a heavy rain, and the gods' dividends turned into wind and thunder.

The strong smell of blood came from the lake in Erbali Jianghuai. The night rain washed away the smell and spread throughout dozens of miles.

The iron rope crossed the river, and overnight, no chickens or dogs were left, but the gold and silver treasures did not move at all.

Only one treasure ship disappeared mysteriously.

At the same time, a fish seller named Chen Bufan also disappeared from the fish market in Luoshui County.

But except for a few familiar fishermen, no one cared.

……

"When I went down the mountain, I obviously spent three spiritual stones to ask for fortune telling. The sky will be clear and clear for the next half month. Why does it keep raining when I go down the mountain?"

Li Qinglin cursed and used the dust removal technique to remove all the mud from his body.

He found that he seemed to be unable to survive the lightning, thunder, and rain.

It rains wherever I go.

This time it was even weirder, there was an earthquake!

Yesterday, an earthquake woke him up from the treetops. He could only see hundreds of miles of birds and beasts awakening, smoke and dust flying everywhere, and the agitation caused the heavy rain in the past few days.

"Look in the direction, it's this way."

Li Qinglin squinted his eyes and looked in a certain direction.

He spread the Taoist palace hidden spiritual attention, and all practitioners use him as the visualization deity.

Therefore, he can clearly sense the direction and status of the warrior who practices "Tao Gong Zang Shen Zhu". "There are only three left, and one of them is in a very special condition. It seems...that he has become some kind of monster?"

The heaven and the earth are surly, and suddenly there is something very strange.

Beyond common sense, it is neither a demon, nor a demon, nor a beast, nor a ghost. It is a rare thing.

Even in the world of immortality, it is a relatively special existence.

Li Qinglin couldn't help but feel curious, and walked slowly in a certain direction.

Think of it as tempering your mentality and preparing in advance for the opportunity to build the foundation in the near future.

Li Qinglin secretly returned to Feng County. In the busy city, he looked at Li Xianshi, Li Qingqing and others from a distance of a hundred feet.

After seeing that everyone was fine and okay, he drifted away and did not show up.

There is a difference between immortals and mortals. Before you completely achieve great freedom, too much contact will only bring disaster.

Rainy night three days later.

On Weiyu Mountain at the junction of Fuyu County and Luoshui County, Li Qinglin was walking on the mountain road holding an umbrella.

The Immortal Cultivation Sect located in Fuyu County is called Wuzhuang Shenheguan. It is a puppet and agency sect. It is rumored that there are even fourth-level puppets in the sect who are comparable to True Lord Yuanying.

The disciples of Wuzhuang Shenheguan are also a little nervous.

They like to use puppets to deceive people all day long, and their real bodies are mixed among dozens of puppets. Maybe even they themselves can't tell who is the puppet and who is themselves.

They often ambush and block the immortal cultivators who are passing by. They don't kill people and seize treasures, they just have fun.

Li Qinglin stayed away from Fuyu County and tried his best to avoid contact with the monks at Wuzhuang Temple.

The mountain road underfoot is muddy.

This Weiyu Mountain is naturally not the famous cave heaven blessed land with the title of "Kong Ming Tian" in the legend.

Instead, there was a general named Wei Yu whose tomb was buried here, so it was named Wei Yu Mountain.

The scale of its mountains is not too big. It might as well be the Dahuang Mountain outside Feng County, which only covers a radius of more than ten miles.

After leaving the three mountains of Qingshitan, all the people coming and going were mortals and warriors.

Although the concentration of spiritual energy was thin, it took Li Qinglin a few days to gradually adapt to it. Even his temperament became lazy with the continuous rain.

Once it rains, he always likes to slow down when walking, because on rainy days he can clearly see the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, and touch everything on the earth with the sound of rain.

Feel the movement of nature and experience the changes of wind, thunder, rain and lightning.

This is an experience he has rarely had in thirty years of life.

There are no enemies chasing behind you, no immortals who treat warriors as sacrifices, and no wild cultivators fighting for the opportunity to build a foundation.

Only himself.

The same was true at this moment. It had been raining non-stop since before nightfall, and Li Qinglin walked slowly for so long.

It seems that the steps are slow and leisurely, but one step often covers a distance of dozens of feet.

Many mortals who went into the mountains to open up the wilderness mistook it for ghosts and panicked when they saw it.

In the distance, Li Qinglin saw a house.

Taking a closer look, I smelled the scent of sandalwood, and then looked at the interior furnishings. It turned out to be a mountain temple.

only……

The light flashed across the bottom of Li Qinglin's pupils, and the statues enshrined in the temple on the mountaintop on the opposite side were clearly visible.

In the temple, what is enshrined is not a certain deity that has lost its charm long ago and was overthrown during the Dajie period.

It's a machine puppet of Wuzhuang Visitor -

[Thirty-six of Sai Shen Xian: Painful Blood Body]

This puppet is elongated and twisted. Its body is composed of countless small metal lines, like an intricate network, emitting a faint blue fluorescence.

The metal lines are melting and squirming, like candles burning in high temperatures.

The night wind blew in from the temple door, and the puppet seemed to come to life. Its thick claws and prayer flags on the altar penetrated the layers of incense and made a rumbling sound.

"It's clearly just a dead thing, and it doesn't even have formations, talismans, or seals. How can a creature created by a machine be so lifelike?"

Seeing this, Li Qinglin was extremely emotional.

At this time, except Li Qinglin.

A group of passers-by wearing stars opened the temple door and seemed to want to spend the night in Weiyu Mountain.

(End of this chapter)