The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

He could hear the sounds of teeth grinding, snoring, and even slight farts from the neighbors around him.

He listened for a while, found it boring, and drifted towards the street again.

He could vaguely see sluggish black shadows floating back and forth on the street.

If ordinary people saw it at first glance, they would probably be scared to death.

Lin Mo was mentally prepared, but he was not frightened. He just had a strange feeling.

“Isn’t this the legendary ‘strange’ thing?”

"Brother, why are you floating in the air?" A little girl next to him suddenly ran over and asked curiously.

"Nanny, who are you calling?" A woman followed.

"Mom, I saw a big brother floating up." The little girl pointed to her left hand and said.

"Hey, why are you missing?"

When she turned around, she found that Lin Mo had disappeared.

"You must be dazzled and saw wrongly. How can anyone float in the air?"

Suddenly, the woman seemed to realize something, and her face became very nervous, "Let's go, it will get dark soon, let's go home quickly."

She took the little girl's hand and left in a hurry.

Lin Mo, who floated to the corner, felt lost and murmured in a low voice: "I've heard before that children with pure minds can see strange things, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

He continued to float forward.

Suddenly I heard the sobbing of a child coming from a remote yard.

Curious, he drifted inside.

I found a dozen ragged, unkempt children standing in a row.

In front of him was a tall and thick man lecturing.

He pointed to a beaten and dying child on the ground not far away and said, "Whoever disobeys will end up like him in the future!"

The children are only seven or eight years old.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but tremble.

The man then ordered his men to take the child to the back room and lock him up.

At this time, an old man with gray hair and a rough face walked out of the side room.

The man shouted respectfully: "Fifth Master!"

The old man nodded, then sat down on the wooden bench next to him and asked, "How are things going?"

The man replied: "It's almost done. The channels have been opened and the upper levels have been unclogged. Once these children are trained, they can start helping to transport goods to Tianjin."

The old man put his hands on his hands and smiled and said: "Okay! I did read you right. Now that Dahu has been killed, the only person I can trust is you. After the matter is completed, I will make the decision for you to take half of the profit. Don't Don’t underestimate the half-percent profit, you can get at least this amount every year!”

As he spoke, he held out a hand.

The big man quickly expressed his gratitude.

Lin Mo listened in confusion.

Later, I eavesdropped on the conversations of other people, and then I learned that this place was actually a den of a "robber gang".

I recently planned to use children to secretly transport Fushou Ointment to Tianjin.

At that time, the Nationalist Government had a ban on the sale of fushou drugs, and the penalties were severe.

However, many people still cannot resist the temptation of huge benefits and take risks to start related businesses.

There are even officials who violate the law, take bribes and bend the law by taking advantage of the smoking ban, or collude with vendors to traffic and sell.

Lin Mo had already seen several secret stalls selling Fushou drugs in some dark alleys in the city.

"So, the old man just now should be Wang Dahu who was killed by me, Liu Wuye, the leader of the bandit gang I mentioned before."

Lin Mo thought to himself.

This old guy looks sluggish, but he is full of energy and energy.

At least he has dark strength.

It’s no wonder that gangs of thieves have done so many evil things, but they have always been able to grow and develop for so many years.

It turned out that an Anjin martial artist was in charge.

Even though Lin Mo couldn't stand the behavior of these people, there was nothing he could do at this moment.

If ghosts and monsters use tricks to cause trouble, they will only be ineffective against two types of people.

One is a person who is upright, upright, and unafraid of ghosts and gods.

The second is a person who has a strong body, abundant qi and blood, and strong blood.

And Liu Wuye is exactly the second type.

Although Lin Mo is not a monster now, after his soul leaves his body, he is no different from a wandering spirit.

This naturally applies to him as well.

Unless he waits for his soul to grow stronger and reach the realm of day travel.

Then you can be out of your body during the day without fear of the scorching sun.

Naturally, the energy and blood of a mere martial artist level is not to mention.

Suddenly, Lin Mo felt tired.

He knew that this was caused by his soul being out of body for too long and traveling so far at night.

Ignoring the gang's affairs, he hurriedly drifted towards his home.

Fortunately, he is a wandering spirit, intangible and insubstantial. He can walk through walls and enter homes without being blocked by external objects.

A few wandering souls were still wandering in circles on the street.

It seems that there is a circle there that they can never get out of.

Soon, Lin Mo returned to his small courtyard.

He suddenly heard a noise next door.

"If you continue to smoke that harmful thing, sooner or later this family will be ruined by you!"

"Please, give me some money and I'll take a puff, just one puff, okay?"

"Don't force me!"

"You bitch, do you want to watch me die?"

Then there was the sound of smashing porcelain.

After a while, Qian Dafu ran out of the house, and his figure quickly blended into the night.

Lin Mo wanted to follow him to see what was going on, but his soul was too exhausted and he quickly passed away.

He felt dizzy and exhausted.

It's like staying up late for too long and trying to sleep but not being able to.

This kind of mental exertion is far more tiring than physical exertion.

"Next time, don't stay out of the body for so long, lest you hurt your soul!"

Lin Mo reminded himself secretly.

"It says in "Linxian Shence" that if you practice Taoism to a high level, your soul can travel thousands of miles a day. Sooner or later, I have to experience it."

The next morning.

call out!call out!

Lin Mo was practicing in the yard.

He used his thoughts to sense the muscles of his limbs, waist, abdomen, chest, back, and hips, and punched at will, and found that every punch could mobilize all the power of these muscles.

A single punch can penetrate all the muscles in the body.

This is more than just the result of practicing Huajin.

After his soul grew stronger, his control over his body seemed to become more flexible.

"It seems that cultivating the soul is also of great benefit to martial arts."

What Lin Mo doesn't know is that for ordinary people, being able to practice one of them well is already very valuable.

How could anyone be as skilled in Taoism and martial arts as he was?

I don’t know how much energy and financial resources it will take.

Lin Mo suddenly closed his fist and stood up.

Then his body sank, his left hand clenched his fist and he placed it on his waist. He took out his right hand and pushed it forward suddenly.

It hit a stone slab three fingers thick.

With a "click", the stone slab was broken into two pieces.

This is extremely hard granite, and he specially found it to test its strength.

"The strength has indeed increased a lot. This palm alone has the power of a thousand catties!"

Lin Mo was overjoyed.

This is still the result of not using the Dragon-Tiger Vajra Power.

It seems that the previous estimate of his strength was not very accurate.

In this way, he has the ability to protect himself in the Dragon Prison.