It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

Song Tang was shocked at first. Now that the spiritual energy is exhausted, there are still cultivators practicing Qi?

He gestured for the two of them to go to a quieter place to talk, and Juechen nodded.

"As far as I know, there are indeed only a few Qi-cultivating monks left in the world. When the Flower Country was invaded by war, several Qi-cultivating monks brought many Xuanmen disciples to participate in the war. There were even legendary foundation-building monks! After the war was won, several ancestors retired one after another, and no one knows what happened to them now."

Songlin Temple also participated in the war that year. His master brought more than a dozen of his fellow disciples down the mountain, but in the end only he, the youngest, came back.

Song Tang: "I don't have a master, let alone the Qigong master you mentioned. Master, do you know how to meet these legendary people?"

Juechen sighed and shook his head: "If I had a way, I wouldn't come to ask Mr. Song."

"You can produce the talisman, but you say you don't have a master. Do you really think we are ignorant monks from the mountains?" Mingxin said anxiously, ignoring Juechen's dissuasion, "My junior brother Mingyuan urgently needs the Qigong master to save his life. Donor Song, if you can help introduce him, Mingxin's life will be yours!"

"Why would I take your life?" Song Tang had a calm face, without a trace of being offended. She said calmly, "I am an orphan, raised by the old master of the mountain temple. The old master is just an ordinary person, not the person you are looking for."

Mingxin wanted to say something, but when Juechen looked at her, she closed her mouth reluctantly.

"There will be a grand Xuanmen event in Wudang Mountain next month, and each sect will send its best disciples to participate. I heard that the first prize this time may be related to several legendary Qigong monks. My Songlin Temple also has an invitation letter. If Mr. Song is interested, you can go with Mingxin."

"Master, if I, a monk, take donor Song to participate, won't this make a fool of myself?" Mingxin suddenly became anxious. He was originally unwilling to participate.

After he left, there were only an old man and a child left in the temple. In addition, his junior brother was ill. If anything happened, there would be no one to help.

However, everyone said that if you get first place this time, you can get the cultivation method of a Qi Refiner or even a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

For the sake of his junior fellow apprentice's illness, Mingxin has to go even if he doesn't want to!

Song Tang said calmly, "It's really not very convenient. Thank you for your kindness, Master. I wonder if you could tell me about my situation. Maybe I can help."

"I am your disciple, entrusted by an old friend. Their ancestors have suffered from a very vicious curse for more than two hundred years. Each generation of theirs cannot live past the age of twenty-five, and I am the last of their bloodline. I am only eight years old this year, and for some reason, the curse flares up once a month. Every time it flares up, I will transform into an evil ghost to hurt the people I cherish."

When Mingyuan had his first attack, he wanted to hurt Mingxin who was sleeping next to him, but was accidentally hit by Mingxin. If Juechen hadn't found him and saved him in time, he would have died.

After knowing that Mingyuan's curse had taken effect prematurely, Juechen had no choice but to seal his soul in his body in an attempt to purify him.

But it is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. Mingyuan will not be able to vent his anger over time and will die sooner or later.

"Mingyuan's other relatives all had their attacks when they were almost 25. In order not to hurt the people they loved and cherished, they all chose to end their lives. Mingyuan's father didn't know the truth and accidentally killed Mingyuan's mother. Before he died, he entrusted Mingyuan to me, hoping that I could help Mingyuan lift the curse. If I can't..." Let Mingyuan go without so much pain.

Juechen didn't say this, but Song Tang heard it.

What a vicious curse! It actually makes the cursed person swing the butcher knife at the person he loves and cherishes!

"It's indeed a bit troublesome. I'm afraid we have to start from the first generation of the family who was cursed. But I have a way to temporarily solve Mingyuan's problem." Song Tang took out a small white paper man and said, "Next time Mingyuan's curse strikes, you can temporarily seal his soul into this small paper man."

Juechen took the paper figure and found that there was an extremely complicated talisman drawn on it. He could faintly feel the magical aura from the paper figure.

Song Tang has two kinds of paper figures. The red one holding a big sword is used for fighting, while the white one is only used to seal ghosts.

He directly gave a stack of paper figures to Juechen and generously taught Juechen how to use the paper figures.

"This paper man has no power, so there is no need to worry about him harming others after turning into a ghost. As for lifting the curse, I will go to the underworld later to see if I can find Mingyuan's ancestors to ask."

Going to the underworld sounded as easy as going down the stairs. Not only was the young Mingxin stunned, but even Juechen, whose eyebrows had turned completely white, was stunned for a moment.

I don’t know who the old abbot of the mountain temple is. Could he be the legendary foundation-building monk?

Otherwise, how could such a brilliant person be taught?

"Donor Song, you are so kind and generous that I cannot repay you. This notebook contains the experiences and insights of several generations of abbots while traveling around the world. I am giving this to you, hoping that it can help you find a Qigong practitioner as soon as possible." Juechen took out a bound book with yellowed pages and said with a kind smile, "Donor Song, there is no need to refuse. I have already copied several copies, so it is no problem to give this book to you."

"Then I'd rather obey your command. Thank you." Song Tang solemnly accepted this ancient book with different meanings.

After watching the master and disciple leave, Song Tang took the book and returned to the camp.

"Master, we are going down the mountain to help today. Why do you bring a book with you?" Mingxin scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

Juechen stroked his long beard, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and said mysteriously, "Master, when I came down the mountain today, I suddenly felt something, so I brought it with me."

Juechen looked at the stack of paper figures in his hand and said, "It will be the first time for Donor Song to attend the grand event next month, so he must have many things he doesn't understand. You should take care of him when the time comes."

At three o'clock in the morning, a helicopter was hovering over the camp.

Song Tang looked up at the ostentatious helicopter, then looked at Captain Shen who had an innocent look on his face.

Is this called avoiding people?

"Don't worry, I have already given the order that no one will spread the news that Master Song is here. Master Song, you can go without worry. The helicopter will take you directly to the door and guarantee attentive service!"

Then should I still thank you? Song Tang looked at Captain Shen expressionlessly.

"Master Song, if someone uses your Xuanmen magic to harm others, will you not even leave any evidence?" Captain Shen suddenly asked Song Tang from behind.

Song Tang paused and said quietly, "Everything you pass by will leave traces, even immortal methods have traces to follow."

Captain Shen wanted to continue asking, but Song Tang did not give him the chance and climbed up lightly using the ladder.

Captain Shen's cynical expression disappeared until the helicopter flew away. His fox eyes drooped slightly, and his mind was filled with the surveillance video he had seen not long ago.

In that video, Song Tang walked out of Tang Lie's tent without any warning.

He checked and found that none of the team members hiding in the dark had seen Song Tang.

In other words, Song Tang appeared in the camp out of nowhere!

"Interesting." Captain Shen touched his smooth chin, rolled his eyes, and showed a cunning smile, "As an elder brother, it's time for me to take good care of my younger brother."

Shen Min, who was thousands of miles away, suddenly sneezed, and an ominous sign gradually rose.