How to Be a Successful Ghost Cultivator

Master Shan Chi was seriously injured. He closed his eyes and half-lyed on the couch, his face was like gold paper, his dark sword eyebrows were deeply frowned, as if he was enduring great pain.

Lian Wu's expression moved, and he could see at a glance that his wound was on his chest, and it was difficult to heal, because on Master Shan Chi's chest, there was faint black-gray yin energy crawling out through the skirt of his clothes, it was by no means an ordinary wound .

Beside the couch sat an old monk with white beard and childlike face and two young novice monks. When the old monk saw a few people coming in, he got up and recited the Buddha's name, saying: "The old monk's name is Shan'an, and the two benefactors That's polite."

He said again: "The old monk is seriously injured now, and it is inconvenient to salute. I hope the two benefactors will forgive me."

"Where is the matter, master, I feel sorry for taking the liberty to bother you." Lian Wu hurriedly replied.

Master Shan'an smiled, and ordered Hualao to close the door. Monk Shanchi opened his eyes, nodded slightly to Lianwu, then turned to Lingraccoon, and said, "This is Lingraccoon's benefactor?"

"Yes, in Xialing raccoon."

Monk Shan Chi heard this, closed his eyes, opened them again, and said, "Fellow Taoist Qin Chuan often talks about you with the poor monk, and seeing you today, you really deserve your reputation."

"Master's praise." Ling Raccoon said unhurriedly.

Master Shan Chi smiled, and waved to the two young novice monks: "Go, take out the sword and return it to the benefactor."

The two little novice monks entered the inner room. After a while, they really struggled to lift out a sword. Lian Wu saw the red light on the sword at a glance. It can be seen that the spiritual energy is extremely abundant. The engraved pattern is low-key and simple, and it is as wide as an adult man's palm. Even Wu guessed that he might not be able to hold the scabbard with one hand.

Master Shan Chi said to Ling Raccoon: "Please."

Ling raccoon thanked him, stepped forward, raised the sword in one hand, and drew it out of its sheath, a heavy hostility suddenly rushed to his face, the cold light and frost blade were so sharp that they almost stabbed people's eyes. It doesn't look like ordinary products, this is Xiaokunwu sword.

Ling raccoon returned the sword into its sheath, and the sharp edge disappeared abruptly. Everyone in the room felt that their eyes were dim, and the stars were shining. Master Shan Chi laughed and said: "Back then, the benefactor of Qinchuan made a bet with the poor monk, saying that the sword , except for you alone, no one in the world can draw a sword out of its sheath. The poor monk tried so hard at that time, but he couldn't kill it. It can be seen that what Qin Chuan's benefactor said is true, the poor monk is convinced, convinced!"

Ling Lai held the sword in his hand and thanked him again.

Master Shan Chi waved his hand, and said: "The benefactor does not need to thank you, it is entrusted by others, and loyalty is just a matter of raising your hands." Then, he suddenly changed the subject: "However, there is one thing here, poor monk, I have been thinking about it for a long time. Ask the benefactor, is the benefactor willing to help the poor monk?"

Ling Raccoon said in a low voice, "Master, please tell me."

Master Shan Chi glanced at Lian Wu, and said: "The name of the benefactor, the poor monk used to be like a thunderbolt. After [-] years of practice, he entered the Nascent Soul stage in one fell swoop. Looking at the whole four continents, no one can match him. Later, he suddenly heard the rumors of Ziqi sect. The benefactor went astray in his training, fell into the evil way, and betrayed the master, I wonder if this statement is true?"

"Nonsense."

Hearing this, Master Shan Chi stopped going around in circles, and asked bluntly: "The poor monk once heard that Master Ling Qingyou had colluded with monsters, and there were also monsters in the Ziqi sect. Later, the poor monk went to investigate. Fan, I found some clues, I don't know if the benefactor knows the details of this matter? Can you tell the poor monk a little bit about it?"

Ling raccoon looked at him, his brows were calm, his expression remained unchanged, and his voice was still faint: "What I know, maybe the master already knows. As for the monster, I don't know much more than the master."

After hearing this, Master Shan Chi could not help showing a little disappointment in his eyes, maybe he was distracted, he coughed all of a sudden, leaned over and suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood, causing everyone to exclaim.

"Senior brother!"

"Uncle Master!"

"Sir!"

Master Shan Chi waved his hands to signal them not to panic, and Lian Wu, who had been observing the wound for a long time, suddenly said, "Master was injured by a monster?"

Several people looked at Lian Wu in surprise, Hualao pursed her lips tightly and said, "How do you know?"

Master Shan Chi laughed and said: "The world is so big and there are so many strange people, what's so strange about it? Yes, the poor monk encountered a powerful monster on the way back, so he got rid of it. It's a pity that the poor monk has cultivated I'm not good, and I got some injuries, and it will be better in a few days."

He said it lightly, but thinking about it, the situation at that time was probably far more than that. Lian Wu couldn't help feeling a little admiration for this kind-hearted master. Only such a person is worthy of being truly called a master.

Thinking of this, Lian Wu became a little more sincere and said: "Master, don't underestimate this wound. If you don't take it seriously, I'm afraid it will cause great harm to Master in the future."

Before Master Shan Chi could speak, Master Shan Chen and Hua Lao hurriedly asked: "How do you say this?" "Is there any way to heal?"

Lian Wu said: "Can you take a closer look at the wound?"

"Naturally." Shan'an asked the two little novice monks to go forward and unbutton Shan Chi's clothes. On the bronze-colored skin, there were three shocking black and purple wounds, like cracks, which almost cut the flesh neatly. They all looked away, unable to bear to look more.

Lian Wu saw the gray-black yin qi surging above the wound at a glance, and the coldness in the room suddenly became more and more serious. There was also a little purple mist mixed in the yin air, and he was injured by a monster again. Lian Wu guessed that it might be It is demonic energy, so he said: "Looking at the wound, there are Yin Qi and Demonic Qi, both of which will not dissipate on their own. The Demonic Qi is not clear, so I dare not speak nonsense, but if this Yin Qi is not If it is removed, it will only gradually eat away at the spiritual power of the human body and turn it into more yin energy, and this will cause great harm in the future."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, but Master Shan Chi laughed, and said indifferently: "If that's the case, the poor monk can just peel off the flesh."

Master Shan'an glared at him, his white beard was raised in anger, and he scolded: "Don't talk nonsense, your wound is deep in your heart, is it possible that you want to dig out all your internal organs?"

Hua Lao turned pale when he heard that, looked at Lian Wu pleadingly, and said, "Since you know so much, what can you do? Save my uncle?"

Lian Wu said, "I have my own way."

All the people were relieved, and moved out of the way one after another. Lian Wu walked over, looked at the Yin Qi surging in the wound, stretched out his hand, closed his eyes and exercised his kung fu, a cloud of gray-white Yin Qi gradually gushed out from the palm of his hand, and directed towards the wound. It was entangled with the gray-black Yin Qi, and then began to pull and swallow.

The black Yin Qi was very cunning, seeing that he was invincible, he suddenly broke away from Shan Chi's wound and floated away, but its speed was too slow, Lian Wu stretched out his hand to grab it, and then swallowed it in his palm.

"All right."

With the sound of Lian Wu, the coldness in the room disappeared immediately, and gradually warmed up. Master Shan Chi's wound also changed from black purple to lavender. Lian Wu explained: "The Yin Qi has disappeared, but the devil Qi, I have never seen it before, so it cannot be removed, the master still thinks of another way."

Everyone immediately thanked him, Master Shan Chi tried his best to sit up, clasped his hands together and bowed to Lian Wu, and said with a smile: "Thank you so much for your rescue today, if there is something that the poor monk can help in the future, just ask, the poor monk will never refuse." .”

"Master, you are welcome," Lian Wu said, "Master has rescued me before, and I am very happy to be able to help you today."

After exchanging greetings with everyone, Lian Wu bid farewell to Ling Raccoon and left. Hualao led the two of them out of Beichan Temple. Lian Wu said goodbye to him, but when he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped him: fog."