Weird Cultivation, I have a five-organ temple

Chapter 317 Everyone has a chance
At this moment, the three senior brothers and sisters in the temple were still resisting the pollution of the chaotic divine language in their own ways.

They looked serious and gave it their all, no longer relaxed as before.

The Nuo mask teacher stood in front of the shrine, watching their every move through the three-eyed Nuo mask.

Everything seemed normal, but Shang Lu didn't think so.

Because these people were totally unaware of what had just happened to him.

Shang Lu could understand that his three senior brothers and sisters did not notice it. After all, they had to concentrate on fighting against the chaotic divine language and dared not be distracted.

But it’s a bit hard to understand why the Nuomian teacher didn’t notice it.

The Nuo mask he was wearing had been activated since he entered the temple.

The light emitted from the three eyes can see through all the changes in the four people.

To take a step back, even if the Nuomian teacher did not notice the brand that appeared on the back of Shang Lu's hand just now, Shang Lu still yelled, so how come he didn't hear it?
Shang Lu was sure that what he had just experienced was not an illusion.

Not only was the back of his hand still stinging, but also because a new strand of divine power had been intercepted in his internal organs.

So, it is the deity enshrined in this temple that blocks the perception of others?

Or was it this deity who pulled Shanglu into an independent subspace and completed the "communication" just now?
Shang Lu's heart was full of curiosity.

A quarter of an hour later, everyone's incense burned out one after another.

Teacher Nuomian announced: "The assessment is over."

He didn't need to announce it. The moment the incense burned out, the chaotic divine language that echoed in the ears of the three senior brothers and sisters dissipated like the ebbing tide.

As for Shang Lu, after he was branded by the gods in the temple, he no longer heard any chaotic or strange sounds in his ears.

The Nuo mask teacher led the four people to pay respectful tribute to the shrine before leaving the temple.

During this process, the Nuo mask teacher also gave a special reminder: "Before leaving the temple, do not turn your back to the statue."

He didn't tell them the reason, and the four of them didn't dare to ask, so they just did as they were told.

After leaving the temple, the Nuo mask teacher raised his hand and knocked lightly on the dilapidated temple door.

The temple door moved on its own and closed with a muffled sound.

It was not until this moment that Shang Lu no longer felt the strange feeling of being stared at by thousands of people.

The Nuo mask teacher also announced at this moment that the four people from Shanglu who had persisted until the incense burned out had all passed the assessment and could officially begin to learn the Nuo witchcraft.

At this moment, the burly senior brother who had been eliminated was still outside the temple.

His skull had been sewn back together, and each of the suture threads was as thick as the tip of a chopstick. Combined with the remaining blood stains, he looked very strange, like a corpse-stitching monster.

Fortunately, although the wound was treated roughly, there was magic power at work, so there was no need to worry about the skull falling off, and there would be no danger to life.

"teacher."

Seeing everyone coming out, the burly senior brother struggled to get up and asked desperately: "Can you give me another chance?"

"Give you another chance to turn you into a monster?" The Nuomian teacher said coldly without mercy, "You are not suitable to be a Nuom witch. You should learn something else."

"There were many Nuo witches in my family, but in the past hundred years, there hasn't been a single Nuo witch. I thought I could revive the family, but I didn't expect this result..."

The burly senior brother covered his head and slumped to the ground, feeling frustrated and annoyed.

When the Nuomian teacher saw this, he was about to comfort him when he suddenly heard the sound of flapping wings coming from the air.

Shang Lu and others also heard the noise and looked up.

A crane came riding on the wind.

A child wearing a red bellyband and pigtails was riding on the crane's back.

The child has red lips and white teeth, and exudes an enticing fragrance.

It's a really delicious aroma.

In addition to the towering braids, there were also a few tender leaves on the child's head.

A spirit? A ginseng doll?

Shang Lu guessed the identity of the child, and at the same time sighed that if such a treasure was left outside, it would have been caught and eaten by someone long ago.

This witch academy is really tolerant and teaches everyone without discrimination.

The ginseng doll rode on the crane and quickly flew over the temple. He stuck his head out and asked condescendingly, "What happened here? Why is there such a strange aura?"

The Nuo mask teacher was very respectful to the ginseng doll and replied with a saluted hand:
"We are conducting a test for the qualifications of Nuo witches. Some students were contaminated by the chaotic divine language and underwent strange changes. We have dealt with them in a timely manner."

"Is it him?"

The ginseng doll raised his chubby hand and pointed at the burly senior brother who was slumped on the ground.

"Yes." replied the Nuo mask teacher.

"Looking at his condition, it's clear that the pollution in his body has not been completely cleansed. There will be endless troubles in the future... Let him go with me."

After saying this, the ginseng doll raised his hand and gently patted the crane on the head.

The crane immediately turned around and flew towards the highest peak inside the inner mountain.

The burly senior brother was still slumped on the ground and did not follow immediately.

The Nuomian teacher hurried forward and kicked him, shouting in a low voice: "Why are you still sitting there like an idiot? Hurry up and follow me! Your chance has come."

"What opportunity?" The burly senior brother looked confused.

The Nuomian teacher was even more anxious than him: "That is the ginseng child raised by the chief priest. It wants to take you to see the chief priest and ask him to purify the pollution in your body. If you can seize this opportunity and ask the chief priest for advice, you will not only not have to worry about losing your cultivation, but you can also learn some skills..."

The burly senior brother was shocked at first, then he was ecstatic.

Without waiting for the Nuomian teacher to finish his words, he jumped up from the ground and used all his strength to chase after the flying Linghe Shentong.

There was no more frustration or annoyance on his face, only excitement and excitement.

In front of the temple, the three senior brothers and sisters who witnessed the incident could not hide their envy.

"I didn't expect that Qin Ping would turn out to be a blessing in disguise this time."

"Although I cannot practice the way of Nuo witches, I can still benefit a lot from the guidance of the chief priest."

"He's lucky. Ever since the Dragon Head Treasure Land started to decay early, the Witch Academy has stepped up its efforts to detect and investigate any auras of change, chaos, and so on. If it were in the past, how could such a commotion attract the priest's attendant boy?"

Everyone in the Baiyi County Witch Academy knew that the chief priest was famous for his love of talent and his love for cultivating young people.

As long as you have the opportunity to meet the chief priest and ask him for advice, you will get careful guidance.

That senior brother named Qin Ping might really be turning a disaster into a blessing this time.

"Everyone has his own opportunities, so I can't envy them. Qin Ping is actually envious of you for being able to practice the way of Nuo witches."

The Nuo mask teacher asked the four people to refocus their attention, and then in front of the temple, he began to teach the method of communicating with gods and the skills of making Nuo masks.

"The method of communicating with gods can allow you to establish a connection with gods, so as to borrow their power and supernatural powers... The quality of learning this method is directly related to the success of the Nuo technique."

"The quality and grade of the Nuo mask will determine how much power and magical powers you can borrow from the gods, as well as the side effects you will have to bear afterwards. Of course, the amount of power you can borrow is also related to your cultivation. If you forcibly borrow more power and magical powers than your body can bear, you will be injured at the least, or even die at the worst... You must remember this."

The Nuo mask teacher first talked about the method of communicating with gods and the role and importance of Nuo masks, and then began to explain the specific knowledge in detail.

At this moment, Shang Lu and the other three had no time to envy Qin Ping's opportunity.

Everyone concentrated their attention and listened carefully, fearing that missing any details would lead to mistakes and failure when using the divine method to make the Nuo mask.

In the blink of an eye, the class was over.

In this class, the Nuo mask teacher not only taught the mysterious method of Tongshen to Shanglu and the other three in detail, but also taught them an introductory method of making Nuo masks.

"If you want to learn subsequent knowledge, including higher-level Nuo mask making methods, summoning magic, using supernatural powers and other skills, you must make a ninth-grade Nuo mask and use this Nuo mask to successfully borrow divine power..." When the get out of class was over, the Nuo mask teacher assigned a new test to Shang Lu and the other three.

"This is your homework, and it is also the test to start the next stage of learning. I know that some of you come from a family of practitioners. But when it comes to making Nuo masks, you must rely on your own skills and cannot rely on others. Otherwise, even if you make a Nuo mask, I will not teach you the knowledge for the next stage."

Shang Lu and the other three responded in unison.

After the Nuo mask teacher finished his instructions, without saying anything else, he wiped his face with his hand, and the three-eyed Nuo mask immediately turned into a green-faced and fanged one.

With this new Nuo mask, he flew into the air, stomped his feet quickly, and disappeared in an instant.

Upon seeing this, the teaching assistant wiped his face with his hands, changed into a khaki-colored Nuo mask, stomped his feet, and disappeared underground.

In the blink of an eye, only Shang Lu and his four companions were left outside the temple.

The elder sister who was wearing a pendant magic weapon and was obviously from a cultivation family took out the witch academy jade token and suggested:
"We are also fellow disciples, so why not exchange messages with each other? If we encounter problems in cultivation in the future, we can consult and discuss with each other."

Shang Lu had no objection, and the other two had no objection either.

The four of them immediately exchanged messages.

Before leaving, Shang Lu turned back and glanced at the temple.

In a trance, he seemed to see a long winding road behind the temple gate. He didn't know where it led to, but it inexplicably gave him a sense of familiarity.

He subconsciously wanted to get closer to see what the road was like.

At this moment, a voice rang in his ear.

"Brother Shang, what are you looking at?"

The strange long road behind the temple gate instantly turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Shang Lu turned around and the person who called him was the senior brother who was mumbling in a trance during the test, as if possessed by something.

While he asked Shang Lu, he was also looking towards the temple, but saw nothing.

Shang Lu did not tell this senior brother what he had seen just now. He made an excuse and said, "I didn't see anything. I was just curious about which deity is enshrined in this temple. Senior brother, do you know?"

"I don't know either. Not to mention you and me, I'm afraid that even our Witch Academy hasn't figured it out yet. After all, this temple is a relic of the secret realm."

The senior brother did not doubt it, and he even invited him warmly: "Junior Brother Shang, how about we go to the county town to find a wine shop and have a drink together to celebrate?"

Shang Lu declined: "I'm sorry, Senior Brother, I have to rush to the Soul Burial Valley to attend the ghost training class. When I don't have classes one day, I will treat you to a good drink."

Hearing that Shang Lu still had classes to catch up on, the senior brother didn't try to persuade him any more. He nodded and said, "Classwork is important. You can drink anytime. I just didn't expect that you, Junior Brother Shang, are also interested in taming ghosts. Let's communicate more in the future."

"I will have to ask for advice from you in the future, so please don't be annoying." Shang Lu bowed and replied.

He had just seen that this senior brother had some skills in nurturing yin and controlling ghosts.

However, Shang Lu went to take the ghost-taming class not because he had any interest or talent in the course, but because of Sanniang.

During this period, Shang Lu attended all the classes he could in the Witch Academy.

Sanniang also accompanied him and attended all his classes.

In addition to divination, Sanniang has good talents and interests in nourishing yin and controlling ghosts, asking ghosts in the underworld, etc.

I guess it has something to do with her identity.

Since Sanniang is interested and willing to learn, Shang Lu will naturally satisfy her.

It's not only because he dotes on his wife, but also because Sanniang has learned these skills, which will also be beneficial to Shanglu.

Shang Lu also came up with an idea from this incident.

Since he doesn't have any great talent in alchemy, weapon making, etc., can Heiyun and Uncle Huai develop him?
Heiyun and Uncle Huai were not qualified to enter the inner mountain to attend lectures, but Shanglu had other ways.

A few days ago, he bought a batch of introductory books and notes on alchemy and artifact making from several senior brothers and sisters at the Yunshang Market of the Witch Academy. He gave them to Uncle Huai and asked him to see if there was anything he could learn and to teach Heiyun at the same time.

Shang Lu really made the right bet.

Uncle Huai does have some talent in making tools, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to create the spiritual leaf.

It’s just that Uncle Huai is afraid of metal and fire, which prevents him from making comprehensive progress in tool making, causing him to be somewhat biased.

But Shanglu is very open-minded.

It doesn’t matter if you are not good at one subject well, it’s better than not knowing anything at all, right?
In addition to making tools, Uncle Huai also has a good talent in cultivating spiritual plants.

In order to cultivate this ability, Shanglu also bought a lot of tools and materials.

I don't ask Uncle Huai to cultivate a light and soft apricot flower demon. As long as I can grow spiritual herbs, even if I can't use them myself, I can sell them for money or as a contribution, which is all good.

However, it is not yet clear what kind of talent Heiyun has.

Shang Lu guessed that it was due to its lack of cultivation.

It is estimated that we will have to wait until its cultivation level breaks through to the Qi Refining Stage before we can dig out something.

It was not until three quarters past ten that day that Shang Lu and Sanniang finished all the homework in the inner mountains.

When he arrived at the outer courtyard, Heiyun was surrounded by several students from the outer courtyard.

These students from other colleges surrounded the black cloud, not because they wanted to deal with it.

At the beginning, there were indeed students from other colleges who did that.

As a result, Hei Yun was fine, but those students from other colleges were left with bruises and swollen faces. They didn't even dare to say how they were injured.

No one who can enter the witch academy is a fool.

Seeing the appearance of these people, what is there to be unclear about? They all know that there is a backer behind the black cloud.

Since we can't stop it, we can only accept it.

After a while, the students from the Foreign Affairs College got used to the existence of the black cloud.

Gradually, they began to gather around Black Cloud to ask questions, discuss ideas, and listen to its insights after the end of their daily classes.

Although Heiyun could not speak human language, these students from other colleges were quite capable. They managed to find someone who was fluent in Horse language to help translate.

Such is the case at this moment.

The black cloud raised its head among the crowd and just kept chirping.

There was a person standing nearby, translating its cries into human language.

As for whether the translation is correct or not, or whether it is fabricated or not, I am afraid only the person himself knows.

"Black Cloud, leave."

Shang Lu stood outside the crowd and greeted from afar.

Hearing his voice, Heiyun was like a dog seeing its master. He immediately squeezed out of the crowd and ran towards him to welcome him.

As soon as Heiyun came closer, Shanglu smelled the strong smell of alcohol coming from the horse's mouth.

The people in the outer courtyard were all familiar with Heiyun's preferences. They would ask him questions every day and treat him with good wine and delicious food.

This guy's life in the witch academy is more comfortable than Shang Lu's.

"Drink less. If you make mistakes because of drinking, I will ask the groom to castrate you!"

When Heiyun heard this, he hurriedly clamped his two hind legs together, forced a flattering smile on his face, and neighed repeatedly, as if to assure Shang Lu and beg for mercy.

Shang Lu brought Heiyun out of the Witch Temple. After burning incense and bidding farewell to the stone statues of the dragon and tiger, he rode on Heiyun into the night and returned to Chengfeng County at the foot of the mountain.

He had to hurry back to make preparations for his first spiritual communication.

(End of this chapter)