Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

Ying Jiaren and the young man both yearned for it, but Ying Jiaren continued to study the Taoist scriptures diligently, while the young man was somewhat restless.

He whispered to Ying Jiaren, who shook her head: "We didn't understand the importance of the Taoist scriptures before, and we wasted a lot of time, which is understandable!"

"Now that we know the importance of the Taoist scriptures, we must make an effort."

"We're still young anyway. The House of Commons has tolerated us for thirty years, so why can't we give ourselves a few more years?"

"Besides, if you work hard now, you won't regret it later."

The young man was persuaded by Ying Jiaren, and the two continued to study the Taoist scriptures.

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Time flies like an arrow, and the days pass by quickly, soon it's the end of October.

During this time, Wang Quan also asked the round-faced Taoist nun several times about Qin Feng from the Miscellaneous Hall.

As before, Qin Feng stayed in the lower courtyard and never went out.

He has all the skills he needs, but he has no way to kill his opponent.

Therefore, we can only continue to wait.

At this moment, his magical power easily broke through 360 levels.

According to Wu Yong and others, purely practicing sexual cultivation can only cultivate 360 ​​streams of magical power.

However, Wang Quan possesses the "First-Rank Dao Seal," the fundamental method for perfect cultivation.

The inner realm is also larger than the ordinary inner realm of [sexual cultivation], and it is not limited by the three hundred and sixty magical powers at all.

By the end of November, his magical power had reached over 400 levels.

There have been significantly more weddings and funerals this month.

In the market, many young people get married, and many elderly men and women take concubines or younger husbands.

Wang Quan frequented these places, which made the name of the Flower-Scattering Taoist even more well-known.

Now, in this vast market, many people know that the flowers he sprinkles are the most beautiful, and they are highly praised by both new and old customers.

Worth mentioning:

There have been more funerals, and many of the deceased are young monks.

Most of them were cultivators of the new method, who often died from qi deviation and dissipation when attempting to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

The master of ceremonies, a Daoist nun, told him, "These new practitioners may not have mastered many Daoist scriptures, but they have all practiced the fundamental methods of the lower temples, which consist of seven or eight thousand versions, or even ten thousand versions of Daoist scriptures."

"They were all harmed by the backlash against the fundamental law."

"The chances of him becoming an anomaly in the future are higher than for others."

Wang Quan asked suspiciously, "Since you are a cultivator of the new method, why do you still need to cultivate the fundamental law of the lower court?"

"Don't they have their own methods of spiritual practice?"

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, chuckled: "Their cultivation methods are all derived from many fundamental principles."

"Most of the cultivators who died were those who specialized in dismantling fundamental techniques."

Wang Quan sighed, "It seems that for the new law to be implemented, many people will have to be sacrificed."

The Taoist nun in charge of the ceremony curled her lip in disdain: "Does this new law even deserve to be called law?"

"Their magical power appears to be strong, but its quality is low; moreover, even Foundation Establishment cultivators haven't mastered many spells."

"Once you practice the new methods yourself, you'll know just how fragile they are."

Wang Quan nodded.

When Seven Maidens Mountain helped Qian Xiuyue, he fought against the new cultivators.

In his eyes, whether it was the third or fourth level of Qi Refining, or the seventh or eighth level, it was all the same.

As long as his spells cannot be broken, no matter how much magic power one possesses, one is destined to die and perish.

In December, heavy snow fell:

The king's power has over five hundred paths, and the Yin spirit within the inner realm has reached its limit of refinement; neither purple energy nor the permanent purification of evil can be improved.

"I should cleanse my yang spirit!"

Normally, only by reaching the Foundation Establishment stage can one refine the Yin spirit and transform it into the Yang spirit.

However, cultivators are never short of geniuses and tycoons.

These geniuses and tycoons refined their Yin spirits into Yang spirits before even reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, thereby enhancing their foundation and significantly increasing their combat power.

Because the purification of the Yang God is quite time-consuming and laborious, Wang Quan decided to reduce his participation in weddings and funerals and devote all his efforts to preparing for the Yang God's transformation.

He contacted the Taoist nun who was in charge of the ceremony and told her about his plans.

The next second, the Taoist nun exploded: "No way!"

"You can skip weddings, but you absolutely must attend funerals!"

"We have so many funeral bookings this month, one every day."

"Without you, things become too complicated for me."

Wang Quan was speechless: "There are orders for funerals?"

The emcee, a Taoist nun, said, "This didn't happen before, but now, for some reason, we've received orders."

"Many cultivators are about to die, and they are afraid that their families will become abnormal and cause unrest, so they have made reservations in advance."

Wang Quan was speechless.

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, muttered, "You're looking at feng shui and the earth's veins when you dig a grave."

"The dream seals their physical bodies."

"I need to coordinate all aspects."

"Without you, nothing will work!"

Wang Quan sighed, "But I need to practice my magic!"

The officiating nun exclaimed happily, "It's precisely because you need to practice your rituals that you can't give up on the funeral!"

"Is practicing magic free?"

"These days, people give a lot of money for funerals, and they're quick and easy to do so!"

"You can earn 50,000 to 100,000 Qingfu coins with a single transaction; this speed of making money is a once-in-a-century opportunity."

"If we don't seize this opportunity now, in a few days, when other cultivators realize what's happening, they will definitely try to steal our customers."

"When you earn less money, you can start practicing magic."

After a moment's hesitation, Wang Quan said, "I have a way to make money!"

"Selling mana?"

"No!"

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, said: "You don't sell your magic powers? What business can make more money than a funeral? Could it be... you're going to take the path of arson, murder, and looting? Let me tell you, this path may seem lucrative, but if you kill someone, you'll need accomplices, and you'll need to clean up the mess."

"After all the expenses are distributed, we'd be better off making money from funerals these days!"

"Not worth it!"

"Besides, murder and robbery can be done anytime!"

"If you really want to do this, wait until there are fewer funeral cases, then you go and commit murder, and we'll come and handle the funerals; one person, two jobs, that's how we maximize profits."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan suddenly wondered: Are all these funerals these days caused by the master of ceremonies?

"good!"

In the end, he was persuaded by the Taoist nun who officiated at the ceremony.

In December, there was snow and wind every day.

Many cultivators were overjoyed, using the wind and snow to cultivate special magical powers and spells.

Similarly, many cultivators also took the opportunity to die, burying themselves in the freezing cold, hoping to freeze themselves firmly in the permafrost and avoid becoming abnormal.

L!

Dozens of palace maids swayed their heads and played suonas, while paper money flew everywhere.

Dozens of vigorous tiger and wolf spirits carried a coffin covered with Taoist scriptures, red ropes, and green coins, and set off on their journey.

Following behind were spirits such as deer, black bears, black donkeys, black dogs, and roosters, wielding menacing knives and axes, weeping all the way to the funeral.

Last part:

Wang Quan, dressed in a fox fur coat, sat upright in a sedan chair carried by eight men.

Four brightly colored roosters were perched at the four corners of the sedan chair.

They looked around, wary of the enemy.

Inside the sedan chair, Wang Quan activated his magic to capture the faint sunlight falling from the sky.

This sunlight, far gentler than on a sunny day, is suitable for the initial cleansing of the yin spirit.

Gentle sunlight falls into the interior, like mist, enveloping the spirits.

The Yin spirit felt a stinging pain all over its body, so it chanted scriptures to adapt to the scorching sunlight; it repeated this process until the Yin spirit could no longer feel the stinging pain, at which point it could switch to the more intense sunlight.

This is the most basic method for cleansing the Yin spirit—simple yet tedious.

L!

As the funeral procession moved forward, winding around one mountain after another, Wang Quan suddenly frowned.

Because he suddenly discovered that the amount of sunlight he was collecting had decreased by several times.

He calculated with his fingers that it was not yet noon, and although the wind and snow were obscuring the sun, the sunlight was still able to shine down.

Why has the amount of sunlight suddenly decreased?

Just then, he heard the rooster spirit tremble and say, "Master...something's wrong!"