Under One Person: I Rebuilt Trinity Gate in Modern Times

Chapter 225: Great Demonic Beast Soul
"Is it you? Come on, lead the way." Wang Bing looked at the weasel proudly and called Feng Xingtong to join them.

"Brother Wang, is this an immortal?" Feng Xingtong asked curiously.

Before Wang Bing spoke, the weasel who called himself Huang San shook his head in a very human way: "Master, you are wrong. I have only practiced for less than a hundred years and have not yet established a temple. How can I claim to be an immortal? Hehe, even those who have established temples are just trying to prolong their lives. How many of them really dare to think of themselves as immortals? Bah, they are just a few insects, foxes, and mice. Hey, it's true that the management here is too strict, not as good as those local gods in Yingzhou. I heard that over there, as long as you are strong enough, you can run around and get as much incense as you want."

"Ah, you haven't lived to be a hundred years old? How is that possible?" Feng Xingtong asked curiously, but soon realized that he had said something wrong and stopped talking. There was something wrong with this weasel.

Although the Ma Xian are not from the same lineage as the shamans in the Central Plains, they are of the same stream after all. Therefore, Feng Xingtong has some understanding of these so-called immortals. The reason why immortals are so popular outside the Great Wall is mainly because of luck.

The concept of luck is not illusory. Many people in the secular world believe in it, and people in the circle are even more aware of its existence.

But as a person practicing cultivation, the ultimate goal is to have perfect control over oneself, completely ignoring the passage of time and the interference of external objects such as so-called luck, creating one's own world and being on par with the heavens. Therefore, even if people know this, few will deliberately interfere.

For example, the metaphor of the Great Sage Palace in Journey to the West, after Sun Wukong was conferred the title of Great Sage Equaling Heaven, the Jade Emperor ordered two engineering officials, Zhang and Lu, to build a Great Sage Equaling Heaven Palace on the right side of the Peach Garden. There were two departments in the palace, one was the Tranquility Department, and the other was the Peace of Mind Department. There were immortal officials in each department to support him on both sides.

The meaning of this is very obvious when applied to spiritual practice. Only when you are quiet and calm your mind can you achieve the state of heaven.

No matter how the outside world changes or how time passes, my heart remains unmoved. If I perfectly control myself and become detached from the material world, then I will achieve immortality.

People in the circle, especially sorcerers, rarely interfere with its flow even though they know the mystery of luck.

Unless one has a deep obsession with the secular world, such as wanting to divide the land, or wanting to guide the outcome of some major event, one generally will not interfere with destiny, after all, it is a thankless task.

Although people rarely deliberately interfere with fate, fate guides all living things in the world at all times.

It is said that the fortune outside the Great Wall gathers at the foot of Changbai Mountain, forming a major vein of manifested fortune. Because of the existence of this mountain range, all living things in this land are benefited, and animals are more likely to become intelligent and practice cultivation than in other places.

It is basically certain that this happened, and thanks to it, animals began to form groups on a large scale.

They even began to try to establish a religion and receive support from it.

But even if they have gained intelligence and are able to practice cultivation, most of them can only communicate with humans normally through means such as dreams. For elves like this one who can speak human language directly, it will take at least a hundred years for them to practice normally.

That's why Feng Xingtong felt a little surprised.

But Huang San didn't mind at all, and said straightforwardly: "Are you suspicious because I can speak clearly after only practicing for a few decades? Hehe, if you eat more blood food, you will grow faster naturally. However, this also has a lot of costs. For example, my soul is not very stable. I can still speak normally now, but I may go crazy later, and then kill you, hahaha."

Feng Xingtong frowned. This yellow fox was too weird. Moreover, if it wanted to reach this level of spirituality by eating blood, it wondered how much it would have to eat. It made him wonder where the Wang family found this thing.

Wang Bing could not bear to hear such jokes. He shook his fringe that covered one of his eyes and said with contempt, "You are just a yellow-skinned man, and you dare to say such things. If you really dare to be so presumptuous, I will issue two prohibitions to slay you. Just lead the way and I will spare your life."

"Master, please spare my life. You know that I am crazy, hehe." Huang San didn't dare to contradict Wang Bing at all, and just let out a few awkward chuckles in a humane way.

Wang Bing was very satisfied with the little thing's surrender. Although Feng Xingtong was vaguely uneasy, Wang Ai also knew about this matter after all. He thought that one of the Ten Lords should at least have a rule of advance and retreat when doing things.

Huang San led the way in front. Although his tone showed disdain for the elves outside the pass, he insisted on walking on his two hind legs. Finally, he was too tired and crawled to the ground. The few of them gradually walked into the depths of the forest.

"Two masters, please hold your breath. There is an old fellow from the Liu family nearby. His cave is not far from here. Although he has been sleeping for many years, it is better to be careful."

Huang San suddenly became cautious, lying on the ground looking around and giving a reminder.

When Wang Bing heard Huang San say this, he also became cautious. Although the physical bodies of these elderly immortals were old, they were not in a state of soul after all. If they really encountered them, it would be difficult to deal with them even if they summoned their souls and sent their generals.

Before the two of them said anything, the yellow-skinned man started chattering again, "These snake fairies of the Liu family and python fairies of the Chang family really don't know what's good for them. They are just reptiles, but they often dream of swimming into rivers and seas. As long as they have some skills, they will stay around here. They also want to get some dragon energy? Humph, they overestimate their abilities! They can't even get a complete share of the incense coins that gather luck, and they still want to turn into dragons. It's really wishful thinking."

"Dragon? Could that legend be true?" Feng Xingtong asked excitedly, as if he had thought of something.

"No, I have never seen it, and I have never heard of any elders seeing it. However, the place we are going to is indeed called the Dragon Cave. It has existed for a long time. I guess it is probably a rumor. It is the place where the luck from outside the Great Wall gathers. The incense and the power of the wishes are manifested in it. It is also the eye of the earth veins, so it is normal for it to be said to be a bit mysterious. If that thing really exists."

Huang San seemed to have thought of something interesting, and he chuckled non-stop, then he calmed down and continued: "If there really was such a thing in this mountain, how could the ancestors of our five families have the chance to worship it and be called immortals?"

"Although you are also a Huangxian, you seem to be very dissatisfied with the immortals outside the pass..." Wang Bing glanced at Huang San with his narrow eyes. Although Huang San still had a dandy attitude, he had matured a lot in recent times. After all, he was the successor of the Wang family. Wang Ai had so many descendants, but only liked Wang Bing. There was still something extraordinary about him.

Arrogance is a way to death for ordinary people, but for Wang Bing, it is just a privilege of a noble family.

"Hehe, how can I be satisfied? Those old guys have been sitting in the hall for hundreds of years, especially those who have lived for a hundred years and want to live for two hundred years, and live for two hundred years and want to live for three hundred years. It's endless. The old and unwilling to die are thieves. I am almost a hundred years old, but I still have to be someone's grandson. How can I be comfortable?"

Wang Bing did not say a word about this. He was really willing to be a grandson.

Feng Xingtong retorted, "It is true that these immortals rely on the incense and offerings of the mortal world to prolong their lives, but it is also true that they use their disciples to help people see things and eliminate disasters."

Huang San snorted, "It's none of my business! This merit won't go to me."

It was already late autumn, and it was getting colder in the mountains than at the foot of the mountain.

The ground was littered with dead branches and leaves, and the air was already damp and cold.

Huang San walked forward, and soon, an ancient cave appeared before his eyes deep in the forest.

The entrance has been eroded by time into a dark crack, and looking around it seems to be the bottom of an ancient river channel.

Huang San went straight in, and Wang Bing and Feng Xingtong also went with him.

The air was filled with the scent of moist soil, mixed with bursts of unknown fragrance. The depths of the cave were extremely dark, without any sound; one could hear a pin drop.

The two men and the beast had just entered the cave for less than a hundred steps when Wang Bing and Feng Xingtong keenly sensed waves of eerie aura spreading out ahead.

It seems to be a very powerful spirit.

The aura was old and ancient, but fortunately it was very stable, as if it was in a dormant state.

However, Feng Xingtong and Wang Bing stopped at an appropriate time and did not move forward rashly. At this time, Huang San stood up again and looked at Feng Xingtong and Wang Bing: "Two masters, it depends on your methods. Except for our family and a few disciples, almost no one can find this dragon cave. It is mainly because of the complex terrain. But the real guardian of the dragon cave is the twelve great demon spirits hidden in it.

These people were all great seniors who had been worshipped for hundreds of years, but even so, they could not stop the loss of their lifespans, and eventually their flesh and blood decayed and their true spirits left their bodies. But even so, their true spirits were unwilling to disperse, and they relied on the incense and willpower they had accumulated in the past to cling to the dragon's lair and survive. Their strength was still very strong, and it was they who had been guarding the dragon's lair and protecting the incense essence inside.

Except for the old wolf fairy who casts incense coins, and Guan Shihua who is now in charge of the spirit medium sect, no one can get in past these twelve.

But after all, they have lost their bodies long ago, and only a remnant soul remains. They should be unable to resist your methods.

Although I can lead the way, this stage requires the help of the masters. "

Upon hearing that it was an immortal from the older generation, greed immediately showed in Wang Bing's eyes. To eat the soul of a celestial being was equivalent to thirty years of hard practice.

Wang Ai once told him that this area outside the Great Wall would belong to their Wang family sooner or later. Ever since the Wang family obtained the Ju Ling Qian Jiang, Wang Ai had actually been making plans for the area outside the Great Wall.

The souls of these great monsters outside the Great Wall are the greatest wealth for the Wang family to dominate the world in the future. By relying on the ability to summon spirits and send generals, they can quickly turn the souls of these elves into their own use.

By then, Wang Bing's soul strength will probably be close to the legendary level of immortals.

"Twelve? Haha, I really want to try one." Wang Bing muttered to himself.

"Brother Wang, this won't do. Didn't you hear what Huang Xian said? All of these people are old and powerful, and they are all old immortals with countless disciples. If you eat one of them, you will be directly declaring war on Ma Xian outside the pass."

Feng Xingtong noticed Wang Bing's thoughts and quickly tried to persuade him. This guy really dared to think anything, and he felt more and more uneasy.

Because of the gathering of good fortune in this dragon's cave, there are two treasures, which are shared by all the elves and horse fairies outside the pass.

One is the main altar of the immortals, where incense and fire are gathered. Half of the incense and fire wishes of the disciples in the world gather here and condense into substantial essence. An old wolf immortal is responsible for making it into incense money for distribution. The Gao family, one of the four families, has a deep connection with the immortals, so they can get a fixed number of coins every year. The day when the Gao family receives incense copper coins every year is the time when the Gao family holds a family banquet.

The second is seventeen pictures of ancient shamanism's moon worship, carved on the rock wall.

It is said that the true ancestors of many immortals outside the Great Wall all came from here, and the true form diagram that absorbs the moonlight is their foundation and the general principle for animals to practice and nourish their souls.

What Wang Bing had told Feng Xingtong before was that he wanted to come to this dragon's lair and preserve the entire set of the Moon Worship True Form Diagram.

For sorcerers, these methods of absorbing moonlight and refining their true forms are extremely precious.

Many of the current Ma Xian schools’ skills, even customs and opportunities, are derived from these pictures.

But now it seems that Wang Bing’s thoughts are not that simple.

But it was too late to think about it. Wang Bing looked at Feng Xingtong and said, "Xingtong, you should be able to feel these twelve great demon spirits. How about you and I take advantage of their deep sleep and suppress six of them each, making them completely dead, and then we can enter without anyone noticing?"

Feng Xingtong looked hesitant, and when it came time to take action, he was somewhat reluctant to do so.

"What's wrong? Feng Xingtong, if you can't do this job, I can actually do it alone, but it will cost me a little more. At worst, I can go back and tell your grandfather, and then ask your father for compensation!" Wang Ye saw Feng Xingtong hesitate and immediately threatened.

Capturing spirits and dispatching generals can be said to be an all-round crushing of non-physical spirits, which is completely at the mercy of others. Wang Bing was not exaggerating, as even if Feng Xingtong did not intervene, Wang Bing alone was enough to handle it.

Thinking of this, Feng Xingtong could only prepare to take action.

The two men's eyes lit up, they looked at each other, and then walked towards the cave.

A dark evil spirit spread from their bodies, and an ancient chanting sound could be heard leisurely.

The twelve beast souls that were originally sleeping around the cave appeared one by one.

It turned into a ball of dark mist floating in the air and fell into a deep sleep.

Each beast soul was extremely large, and the evil energy surrounding the souls alone was two or three feet wide.

It is hard to imagine how huge the soul is.

But after all, the body has completely decayed.

It's only a matter of time before it disperses.

The weasel asked curiously, "Two masters, is this enough?"

"Don't worry, unless the mountain collapses, they will never wake up. We will untie them after we come out. We guarantee that no one will know." Wang Bing said with a proud smile.

"Hey, okay, then I will take you two masters to the cave where the legendary real dragon lives to find out what's going on."

Huang San's voice was full of surprise.

He led the two of them deeper into the cave.

Less than five minutes later, another mendicant monk appeared in the dragon's lair.

He was wearing a black cassock, with a shiny head and an iron mask on his face, and he walked inside on the soft mud.

There were five other people, who were dressed in ordinary clothes but were all armed with Japanese samurai swords.

"What an amazing land. These things should have been ours. Let's go and finish it up."

One of the men spoke, speaking Yingzhou language.

The monk looked at the twelve beast souls floating in the air with some surprise.

"This! These are souls comparable to top-level land gods. This is amazing. Even the land gods of Jingdong are no better than these twelve. If we sell them to the Yin-Yang masters of wealthy families, I wonder how much money we can make. It's enough for us in Biheshan to use for several lifetimes. This is really amazing."

Then he threw out the black bowl in his hand and tried to activate it. The next moment, the soul of an animal that had been completely unconscious due to the Soul Binding and General Summoning was collected into the bowl by the black-robed monk.

(End of this chapter)