Start as a Temple Spirit

Mud, straw, and wooden frames are mixed to form walls, which are surrounded by courtyards. Vegetable gardens, chicken coops, and thatched houses construct the ancient farmhouses.

In the dim and simple thatched house, Shang Liangshan was hidden in the mist, looking at a hazy gray ghost figure lying on a man in shorts, sucking the red flame on his right shoulder.

People have "three fires", one located on the top of the head and one on each side of the shoulders.

The state of these three fires can reflect a person's overall physical, psychological and spiritual state.

According to mysterious saying, the three fires symbolize the Yang energy and spiritual vitality of the human body, that is, the essence, spirit and soul.

The gray hazy ghost is now absorbing the man's yang energy.

This should be a folk trend...

"Sleep paralysis?" These three words popped up in Shang Liangshan's mind.

This ghost sucks yang energy. It won't kill people, but it can make people seriously ill. What's even more infuriating is that, damn, you know there is something wrong, but you can't wake up, you feel like a heavy object is pressing on your body, and you're drowsy.

After waking up, I felt sore in my back and waist, and felt weak all over. I was more exhausted physically and mentally than if I had had sex seven times in one night.

Shang Liangshan, who had such an experience, hated this ghost deeply.

As he waved his hand, the light mist around him blew up without wind, instantly covering the entire room.

The gray ghost that was sucking the man's yang energy paused slightly, as if it had sensed something, raised its hazy head and watched.

The next second, the hazy ghost turned around and continued to absorb the yang energy.

However, all this was an illusion. At the moment when the light mist enveloped the room, the hazy ghost shadow had been moved by Shang Liangshan into the illusion created by his innate skill: Ten Thousand Families' Incense.

Temple spirits have three innate skills: one is lights in thousands of houses, two is incense in thousands of houses, and three is drawing a prison on the ground.

One attack, one illusion, and one defense; these are the innate magic spells bestowed upon the temple spirits by heaven and earth.

"This thing doesn't seem to have any intelligence and only acts on instinct." Shang Liangshan observed the gray ghost for a long time. Seeing that he was still breathing in and out in the illusion and didn't seem to have any intelligence at all, he came to a conclusion in his mind.

As soon as he thought of it, purple flames appeared in the light mist, and the lights of thousands of houses started to light up. The lights quickly shrank and turned into an illusory furnace of heaven and earth as big as a wooden barrel, refining the gray ghost shadow.

A scream that no mortal could hear came from the furnace.

After three breaths, the illusory furnace of heaven and earth turned into a fire snake that rolled back a gray-white light ball the size of a little finger, which was sucked into Shang Liangshan's stomach. It smelled so good!

After the fragrance, there is a warm current rushing straight to your head.

This guy actually ate the ghost pill!

Just when Shang Liangshan was feeling very happy, a figure leaped towards him, as fast as a cheetah, with a light golden gas flowing around his body, like a sharp sword.

"Shua" Shang Liangshan turned around suddenly and looked at the figure who stopped outside the house. A strange feeling surged in his heart, it was an indescribable sense of closeness.

No, to be precise, the figure gave him a fanatical sense of closeness, as if he could trust this person, or even give him orders.

He turned into wind and floated out of the thatched hut, appearing above the yard, looking at the muscular man who was wearing rough leather armor, holding a sword in his hand, with a tall and mighty figure, a wild face, a fanatical expression, and sparkling eyes.

"Are you the orphan?" Shang Liangshan recalled that when he was hiding and practicing, he often saw the name of this tough guy.

"Fellow disciple Yibao, I meet the Master Temple Spirit!" Yibao knelt down excitedly and saluted, thinking: "The Great Elder's guess is indeed correct. The Master Temple Spirit has really been born. The reason why he has not shown himself is that he is familiarizing himself with himself and observing the believers."

"Stand up and talk." Shang Liangshan raised his hand.

"Yes," Yibao agreed, stood up respectfully, and showed a full military demeanor.

A gleam of light flashed in Shang Liangshan's eyes. The Forgotten Township was indeed not simple. He suppressed the urge to ask questions, pointed to the high cliff, and turned into wind and left.

This is not the place to talk, and it’s too far from the dojo, so safety comes first.

The leopard was stunned for a moment, then he understood and leaped towards the top of the cliff like a cheetah.

In the cave, Shang Liangshan appeared. He walked to the table beside the General Temple, sat down, and looked at the cave carefully.

On the rock wall, there were nearly a hundred stone oil lamps emitting dim light.

Under the dim light, you can see a lot of grains loaded in sacks and bacon hung up on both sides of the cave.

In addition to hiding the General's Temple, this cave also serves as a warehouse and shelter, which shows that the Forgotten Village has made preparations for a rainy day.

The General Temple is undoubtedly the largest light source in the cave. The temple is brightly lit with candles, and red lights are hung high under the eaves, emitting a soft glow that illuminates the surroundings.

The General Temple, built with bricks, tiles and wooden beams, is not very big, only about 20 square meters, which is about the same size as the Baiwu Dojo.

Wait, Shang Liangshan suddenly had an idea and connected the two together.

The General Temple and the Baiwu Dojo are of similar size. Does this mean that the temple is a real dojo, while the Baiwu Dojo is a world outside the law?

Just as he was daydreaming, the leopard came running over and, at his signal, excitedly sat down opposite him.

"Yibao, how did you discover this spirit?" Shang Liangshan asked the question in his mind.

"My Lord, the temple spirit, the believer is a third-grade peak Qi-refining warrior. He has awakened his eyes, so he can see my Lord, the temple spirit." Yibao explained the doubts to Shang Liangshan in the face of his puzzled gaze.

The nine levels of martial arts: refining the body, refining the blood, refining the qi, absorbing the spirit, understanding the mystery, the qi, the martial soul, the true martial arts, and the martial king.

Each realm is divided into four levels: elementary, intermediate, advanced, and peak.

What is cultivated is the physical body's energy.

There are nine paths of spiritual practice and nine levels of realms: nourishing qi, accumulating qi, cultivating essence, the palace of the gods, words of things, profound knowledge, cultivating the soul, true spirit, and spiritual king.

Each realm is also divided into four levels, and what is cultivated is spiritual power.

"When did you discover the birth of this spirit?" Shang Liangshan asked.

"Master Temple Spirit, the Great Elder knew about your birth as soon as you were born." Yibao started to talk nonsense again.

In the Forgotten Township, the ruling class is as follows: clan leader, first elder, second elder, third elder, fourth elder, fifth elder, sixth elder, chief guard, and hunting captain.

The clan leader's surviving member, a fourth-rank martial artist and a top-level master of spiritual absorption, is currently in seclusion to break through to the Tongxuan realm.

The legacy of the great elder, fourth-grade spiritual practitioner, advanced divine palace realm, Confucian practitioner.

It was he who discovered the birth of the temple spirit and who had led a caravan out half a month ago, selling animal skins and purchasing supplies at the same time.

The second elder's legacy, a fourth-grade spiritual practitioner, an intermediate divine palace realm, and an instrument cultivator.

The third elder, Wang Mu, is a fourth-rank spiritual practitioner, intermediate Divine Palace realm, alchemy practitioner, gender: female, obsessed with alchemy.

The fourth elder, Yishui, was a fourth-rank martial artist at the initial stage of the Naling Realm. He led the team out hunting and collecting herbs.

The fifth elder, Yihuo, is a fourth-rank martial artist who has reached the initial stage of the Naling Realm. He leads the team to go hunting and collecting herbs.

The remnant of the Sixth Elder, a fourth-rank martial artist, at the initial stage of the Spiritual Gathering Realm, leading the team to go out hunting and collecting herbs.

The guard captain Yibao is a third-rank martial artist who has reached the peak of the Qi Refining realm.

The hunting team leader, the Left Bear, the Left Wolf, and the Left Snake, are all third-grade martial artists, at the intermediate level of Qi Refining.

From this we can see that the Forgotten Township has a clear division of labor and is a well-organized force.