How to Be a Successful Ghost Cultivator

After the foundation-building cultivator of the Pill Sect had finished speaking, another handsome young cultivator came out. When he walked over, he did not forget to glance at the people of the Spiritual Beast Sect, and then he bowed his hands to apologize to the two of them. Seeing their sincerity, even the fog It's hard to say anything more, so I have to give up.

He turned his head and saw that Hua Lao was still eating non-stop, he couldn't help laughing and cursing: "At least we met once, I was almost accidentally injured, and you are not nervous, show it?"

Hearing this, Hualao raised his head and grinned, and said, "You have a good brother, how could it be my turn to express nervousness? Here, eat, don't be surprised, there are so many right and wrong along the way." He said, handed A piece of cloud cake came.

Lian Wu took it unceremoniously, and said while eating, "You are a Buddhist cultivator, why do you have such a strong appetite? This is not conducive to practice."

Hua Lao laughed again, and said: "There is no way, my master is the same way, he taught me that in this world, one should live according to one's will, eat meat with big mouthfuls, and drink with big bowls, that's what it means to live a comfortable life!"

Lian Wu listened, and thoughtfully said: "This is a good saying, but why did it come from the mouth of a Buddhist monk! Shouldn't the Buddhist monk knock on the wooden fish every day and recite the scriptures of Amitabha?"

Hua Lao said with disgust: "Where did you hear that? If it is true as you said, then what is the purpose of my life? If I become a Yuanying, wouldn't I have to live like that for more than 1000 years? I'd better die early. "

Hearing this, Lian Wu couldn't help but suddenly realized, and thought in his heart: "Yes, that's it, everyone has his own way, whether it's Taoism, Buddha, demon, or ghost, there are three thousand ways, and there are three thousand ways to cultivate. Tao is the most suitable."

He had a feeling in his heart, and suddenly felt that the whole person could see and hear clearly, and his originally ignorant mind suddenly seemed to be cleared of the clouds, refreshed, and he broke through the middle stage of qi refining and entered the high stage of qi refining in one fell swoop.

There is a surge of aura in the Lianwu side, and people around naturally notice it, and they can't help being envious and jealous. This is really different for everyone. Some people work hard for half a year and a year, and maybe they can break through once in meditation. broke through...

Ever since the Dan Sect disciple almost accidentally injured Lian Wu, the two groups of people who didn't like each other actually died down. Perhaps it was because Ling Rabbit's cultivation base was higher than them, and with the various complaints from many other monks, they didn't agree. Dare to be as presumptuous as before.

The road was safe and sound, until the sky began to darken, and the sky was covered with fiery red clouds, and the wren flew to a lake, folded its wings and landed.

The postman explained to everyone: "It's dark and it's not easy to go on the road, and besides, the monsters have to be repaired. I also ask fellow Taoists to stay calm and rest for one night, and then go on the road at dawn tomorrow."

He said, seeing that everyone looked unhappy, he said again: "We often rest here in the boundary, there is no great danger, everyone, please rest assured."

After he finished speaking, he thought for a while, and then said: "But it's best not to enter that forest."

The Danmen boy who almost accidentally injured Lianwu before asked, "Is there any danger in the forest?"

The clerk hesitated slightly, and said: "This... is not dangerous. It's just that there was a senior who practiced here in the woods and didn't like strangers. If you have nothing to do, fellow Taoists, it's better not to go in, so as not to offend him."

Everyone responded one after another, only the young disciple of Danmen turned his eyes, quite clever and cunning, looked at the forest again, and followed everyone's answer casually.

The twilight gradually shrouded, and seeing that it was getting dark, Lian Wu and Hua Lao picked up some dry grass and dead branches around the lake, and piled them together by the lake. Lian Wu used a fireball technique to light a small fire, Some people followed suit and picked up dead branches. After a while, clusters of small fires were lit up around the lake.

Although Lian Wu can see at night, he still doesn't like the dark. He squatted beside the fire, watching Lingraccoon meditating with his eyes closed. The unsmiling eyebrows brought a touch of crimson color.

Hualao came back from nowhere, and said to Lianwu excitedly, "Come on, come on, I'll show you something good."

Lian Wu came back to his senses, turned his head and saw something dragging in his hand, he couldn't help asking curiously: "Where did you become a thief?"

Hualao ignored Lian Wu's jokes, and just threw the things in his hands to Lian Wu's feet, and said with a bit of momentum: "Look! Look at what this is."

The thing was still alive, it bounced a few times on the ground, kicked up a burst of dust, "cough cough cough..." Lian Wu hurriedly stood up, covered his nose and mouth, and waved the dust away.

"Pheasant?" Lian Wu looked at the flower-feathered pheasant that finally died after struggling, and then at Hualao, a little dumbfounded: "What are you going to do?"

"Eat." Hua Lao raised her eyebrows, said it as a matter of course, and asked with some surprise: "Otherwise, what would I do if I catch it?"

"Are you really a monk?" Lian Wu looked at the dead chicken with a broken neck on the ground again, the wound was clean and neat, and the blood was still fresh, one could tell at a glance that the chicken killer was a veteran.

Hualao grinned, stretched out his hand to lift the chicken, and grinned: "Of course, you wait, I'll go wash it and pluck it." He hummed a little tune and went to the lake, leaving behind a little ground chicken feathers.

When he came back, it was already on the top of the tree on the moon, and even the fog was far away to see the bald head shining brightly in the fire. Hualao came over with a hairless pheasant in one hand, and the naked monk's robe in the other. , Seeing Lian Wu, he said in frustration: "It's really unlucky, I stepped into the water."

Seeing his distressed appearance, Lian Wu couldn't help being amused, and joked: "You not only cleaned the pheasant, but also cleaned yourself by the way, right?"

Hualao laughed when he heard that, put the bald chicken that had been disemboweled and washed clean on the latte rack, put some spices and salt on it, and then put it on the fire to roast. It is often done.

While roasting the chicken, he leaned over and whispered to Lian Wu: "Why do you think I stepped into the water? Guess, I'm sure you won't be able to guess."

Lian Wu's curiosity was immediately aroused by these words. He knew Hualao's intention to show off, so he expressed his confusion very politely: "What's the matter? Did you see anything?"

Hua Lao hummed a little tune, very proud: "No, I saw a person who came out of the woods suddenly, and I was shocked. Guess who it is."

Guessing again, Lian Wu really wanted to spurn him for a while, but she was really curious and held back: "The woods? Didn't the woods say it's best not to go in?"

"You don't know about that." Hualao dragged his voice, turning the pheasant in his hand, and taught Lian Wu very skillfully: "This man, the more you don't let him do something, the more he wants to do something, follow me Master is like a donkey, he likes to twist it, let it go east and go west, let it go west and don't move, dragging it will not go, and going backwards."

Lian Wu heard him talking nonsense, and laughed and cursed: "You are the donkey, tell me quickly, what's the matter, if you play tricks again, I will put out this fire, anyway, you can't start a fire."

Hualao is in a hurry now. He is good at cooking wild food, but he has a fatal weakness. He really can't make fire. If the fireball technique is in his hands, he can't learn it no matter what. There is a fire pocket on his body, but just now when he stepped into the water, the fire pocket also fell into the water and went out. Now the pheasant will be out of fire before it is cooked. Urgent, let me tell you, what I saw was that alchemy disciple."

"Which one?"

"The one that almost stabbed you." Hualao pouted angrily at the place where the alchemy disciples were resting.

"That's it?" Lian Wu suddenly felt cheated, and after a long time of hunger, he heard such a trivial matter, and he said in disbelief: "Is there anything else?"

"It's gone." Hua Lao's expression was innocent and sincere.

The fire was extinguished suddenly, Lian Wu stood up, turned around and left expressionlessly, Hualao grabbed his robe leg and howled: "Oh my chicken, Lian Wu! Lian Wu, my chicken You haven't cooked yet, come back!"

But Ren Hualao begged for a long time, but Lian Wu was unmoved, with a heart of stone, Hualao's snot bubbles almost popped out of his begging, and he circled around him, crying bitterly: "Master Lian Wu, Lian Wu Senior, this little monk made a mistake and shouldn’t have betrayed you, this little monk’s chicken..."

The last monologue from the bottom of the heart was deeply affectionate, and the listener was sad, and the listener shed tears. Lian Wu almost couldn't hold back the laughter. He pushed the bald head, which was shining even in the night, as if disgusted, and said : "Stay away, snot bubbles are disgusting."

Originally, I wanted to tease him, but Lian Wu finally caught fire, and Hualao jumped over happily, almost kissing the pheasant that was roasted shiny, and said: "Buddha! , such reckless recklessness, the benefactor should be proud of himself."

Lian Wu: "..." Who said that the Buddha didn't have time to take care of this?

I have to say that Hualao's craftsmanship is pretty good. In the end, the two of them lay on the ground with their bulging stomachs in their hands. Lian Wu said contentedly, "Not bad, the little master is very good."

Hearing this, Ling Lai finally opened his closed eyes silently, looked at the two people spread out on the ground, and then at the messy scene, and began to close his eyes again to rest his mind.

Hualao began to brag again: "No, I practiced with my master at the age of three, I could roast meat at the age of five, and roast chicken at the age of seven. When I was eight years old, my master brought back a wild boar. We took an iron frame as thick as an arm. , Roast the wild boar whole, it will be delicious in the world."

"..." Lian Wu couldn't help asking him: "You follow your master, what else can you do besides barbecue?"

"..." Hualao touched his bare head, kept silent, seemed to be thinking, and after a while, he muttered: "It seems that there is nothing else... learn from Master... eat?"

Lian Wu: "..."