The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

Taking a closer look, Le Ning found that the child was not standing but floating, just like the young Taoist priest.

When a person dies, the soul leaves the body, so the feet do not touch the ground, but just float.

The young Taoist priest and the young boy looked at each other for a moment, and then continued to move forward. Unexpectedly, the stunned young boy followed him. He floated wherever the young Taoist priest floated, falling three steps away, as if chasing him. Butterfly's well-behaved puppy.

The young Taoist priest turned to look at the young boy, then raised his eyes slightly to look at the mountain of corpses piled up. Those who fell there were all ordinary people. Ordinary people did not participate in the sacrificial killing array, but the battle in the magic world spread to them.

The young Taoist priest was quiet for a while, then floated back, turned around the mountain of corpses, and found a woman.

It was a woman who had worked hard for a long time, with deep weather wrinkles on her face, and her hands were tightly clenched on her chest.

The Taoist priest opened her hand and took out a small safety lock, a small silver safety lock, with five bells hanging from it, each of which was stained with a woman's blood.

The long-lived lock that sent love, involving the soul of the young child.

Le Ning didn't know what was wrong with him, obviously he should pay attention to the young Taoist priest, but as soon as the little Ping'an lock came out, his eyes couldn't help but drift to it.

He stared straight at the small safety lock, and couldn't help asking Wen Xingzhi, "Mr. Wen, did you find that little lock a little strange?"

Wen Xingzhi looked at Pingan Lock, looked back at Le Ning with downcast eyes, was silent for a moment, and just nodded, "It's a little different."

The young Taoist priest was still floating around with a small lock in his hand, but there was only one person in the past, but this time there was an extra little tail.

And this little tail is a bit annoying, when it rains, he needs an umbrella, so the young Taoist priest has no choice but to grab a big cattail leaf for him.

When he was hungry and wanted to eat, the young Taoist master found a few stones from nowhere and stuffed them for him to chew on.

When it got dark, he would say he wanted to go home, so the young priest was forced to build a thatched hut on the mountainside.

Ming Huazong's Zongmen mountain peak is high and cold, and not far away is the glorious hall with double eaves and shingled tiles, but a rickety thatched hut has been built here.

Resentment and miasma formed a whole of their own, and time flew by so fast, Le Ning and Wen Xingzhi stood outside the timeline, forced to watch a bunch of careless cub-raising routines.

Le Ning shook his head again and again, "This Taoist leader is really miserable, he has to raise cubs after he dies."

After a while of emotion, he couldn't help but add another sentence, "But one thing to say, this cub is too poorly raised. It really is a man who takes care of the cub, as long as he lives."

Wen Xingzhi held Le Ning all the time, and he hummed noncommittally.

Time passed quickly in the resentment, and soon it was summer. The young Taoist priest used to wander around raising cubs every day, and then slowly went out for longer and longer time, and Xiao Xiaodun squatted on the edge of the door frame every day waiting for someone to come back .

The weather was very hot that day, Xiao Quantun propped his head on his two chubby hands, sitting on the threshold alone in a small group, staring blankly at the direction of the door.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something, his mind flashed, he ran to the side of the hut, and came back with a pile of dry branches.

The branch was used by the Taoist chief to build the thatched hut, and it was taller than the little pier. The little cub dragged and tugged, like a snail's back shell, and finally dragged the firewood to the stove.

He set up a bench, climbed up and down with a ladle as big as his head, and filled a pot of water until his clothes were wet, and then lit a fire to boil the water.

In the past, when the family went out to work, my mother would boil a pot of water at home and let it cool in advance. Those who came back from a day's work would drink a large bowl of cold water for nothing, not to mention how comfortable it was.

He also burns a pot.

There were plenty of dry firewood, and a strong fire was quickly lit.

The cub was adding firewood while listening to the movement outside with its ears.

After a while, I heard a rustling sound and ran out to have a look.

After a while, I heard the sound of the wind blowing, and ran out to have a look again.

None came back.

It took a long time for Xiaopangdun to boil a large pot of water. After the water was boiled, he poured the water into the large pottery jar with great effort. Suddenly, he heard a sound, which sounded like footsteps.

He hurriedly threw the ladle and ran out, looking from left to right with his big black and white eyes, but there was still no one, only the sound of leaves being rolled across the ground by the wind.

The cub blinked in confusion and rubbed his face, the charcoal dust left a pile of gray marks on his fair face.

Why don't you come back? The water has cooled down.

It was not until the dead of night that the Taoist priest in white came back slowly.

As the largest sect in the world, Minghua Sect naturally has other powerful monks besides such geniuses.

Their souls and bodies are condensed and their will is firm. If they die with resentment, they are more likely to develop resentment than ordinary people, and they are also more likely to become resentful ghosts than ordinary people.

I don't know how many people like this have died on this mountain, and countless unwilling resentments have gathered. With a little use, the hordes of resentful ghosts are enough to tear the Taoist priest's soul into pieces.

When the Taoist priest staggered back, the little fat man was already asleep. He was still a cub who didn't know the world when he was alive, and he naturally didn't know he was dead when he died. sleep.

The young priest looked at the dark-faced child who was sleeping soundly on the stool, and silently looked at the cold water in the clay pot on the rough table.

After this day, the Taoist priest became rougher with the cubs. He not only reared them indiscriminately, but also taught spells indiscriminately. There was a killing formation in the east and an exorcism formation in the right.

It's hard work, but the little fat cub won't wait for people empty-handed anymore.

Le Ning could tell that the young Taoist priest himself practiced the way of saving and benevolent, but what he taught the little fat man was the way of saving and killing.

But thinking about the experience of the Taoist priest, he can actually understand it. Although he doesn't know why this talented Taoist priest was besieged and killed, one thing is for sure, kindness is useless, and he can only use a knife.

It can be said that the young Taoist priest taught the little fat man the spells with all his heart, but the resentful ghosts in the world of resentment will never be extinct, and the longer the time, the stronger the obsession, the more powerful the resentful ghosts will be.

Finally one day, the little fat man was caught half of his body by a big ghost.

In the world of resentment, everything stems from obsession, so the appearance of the resentful ghost who caught the little fat man is not clear, but the gradual collapse of the little fat man's soul and body is very clear. As a bystander, Le Ning can feel that the Taoist master pain of.

The little fat man is just an ordinary child. He has no obsessions. It is because of the Ping An Lock Soul Body that he can't condense. Once it collapses, it is almost impossible to condense again.

The Taoist priest put the gradually disintegrating ghost on the bed, and then took out the small safety lock, which was semi-oxidized silver. He gently stroked the small safety lock, turned and went out firmly.

Le Ning followed him, thinking he was out for revenge, but he found out where he took out a hoe.

The young Taoist priest stood in the yard outside the house, holding a hoe in one hand and a safety lock in the other. Five small bells were pendant, making a crisp tinkling sound.

The Taoist master locked the safety lock, swiped the hoe to dig the soil, and within a few strokes, he dug out the buried things.

Le Ning was a little curious about what he was digging here, so he stretched his head to have a look.

Good guy.

It turned out to be a corpse!

The Taoist priest's own corpse!

He even buried his own body in the yard!

Le Ning lamented that this talented Daoist priest really didn't shy away, and at the same time was surprised that the corpse had not decayed after such a long time, it was just covered in blood, the whole body seemed to be fished out of blood, and there was no good place on the body.

I just don't know what this genius priest digs up his body for no reason.

Just as he was curious, he saw the Taoist bent down and fished out something from the dead body, a long stick-shaped object.

Le Ning looked at it, turned his head and said to Wen Xingzhi, "It seems to be a magic weapon?"

Mr. Wen was even more silent and only nodded.

The Taoist priest tied the small safety lock to the magic weapon, and then tore a piece of his soul body.

Tore the soul body alive, even if it was already a ghost, the pain made the Taoist priest tremble all over.

After a while, he took a deep breath, melted the torn soul body into cinnabar, and used the cinnabar to draw the formation pattern of the spirit.

Le Ning has seen this rune before. It is a well-known forbidden spell. Legend has it that it was created by a great monster who became a living being. It is difficult for dead creatures and living creatures, but if you use human souls to draw this kind of spirit formation, it will not take long. Gathering spirits into demons.

Such as Pingan lock, which is connected to the soul and body by itself, can directly transform the demon and regenerate.

This kind of formation can save thousands of years of cultivation. It is conceivable how popular it is, and how many people have their souls removed to form the formation.

Le Ning didn't expect that this young Taoist master who practiced goodness would know this kind of formation. Watching the Taoist master draw the formation slowly, he always felt that something was wrong, as if he had overlooked something important.

The spirit-possessing array method harms the peace of heaven, and the cycle of karma cannot be tolerated. Even in the world of resentment, it is difficult to draw.

Daoist dipped in the cinnabar that had melted his soul, and drew the formation steadily. After a formation was drawn, the safety lock was still a safety lock, and the magic weapon was still a magic weapon.

The Taoist priest was silent for a moment, dipped in cinnabar, and slowly drew the second stroke.

The third way.

Fourth way:

……

There is not much cinnabar that has melted into the soul body, so if it is gone, it has to be redone.

The soul of the little ghost inside the house is collapsing, but the formation outside the house can't be drawn.

In the end, Dao Changhui's hands were shaking, and he didn't know if it was too painful to split the soul or body, or he was too nervous.

Finally, after drawing an unknown number of formations, the little Ping'an lock glowed with a hazy white light, and the formations entwined by it also covered and dissipated, slowly revealing its true colors.

It was a small piece of golden bone, bright and brilliant gold, with a hopeful softness, surrounded by layers of blessings and auras.

The silver light of the safety lock slowly enveloped the golden bone, slowly forming a human shape.

Gradually, bones, meridians, flesh, hair and skin grow up little by little.

In the world of resentment, there is one more living person.

Rebuilt flesh and bones, he is already a teenager, no longer fat, only a little bit of baby fat remains around his face.

The boy woke up with his eyes open, and it seemed that there was still a stream of gold and silver in his eyes, which looked extraordinarily clear and graceful.

He poked the warm palm of his flesh and blood, surprised and surprised, "Master Daoist, you are so amazing! Can I worship you as my teacher?"

The Taoist priest's body is bent a lot, and his soul and body have been cut too much. Even the ghosts can't bear it. They lose their origin, and the external manifestation is that they are slowly aging.

The Taoist priest smiled softly, "No, the inheritance of my lineage is dead. It's unlucky, and I won't accept apprentices anymore. Just call me an old man."

The gentle and old voice was the same as what Le Ning remembered.

The gray fog-like confusion slowly dissipated, and the boy's face gradually became clear, exactly like him...

Looking at his own face, Le Ning blinked, his throat was blocked, and it took a long time before he opened his mouth with difficulty.

"Old man..."