Start as a Temple Spirit

"Practicing both spiritual and martial arts?" Yang Chao thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "The situation of the Second Elder should be a special case. After all, human energy is limited. So unless one has extraordinary spiritual and martial talent, it is better to focus on one."

"Indeed." Shang Liangshan nodded, looked at Yang Chao and asked curiously: "What is Mo Xiu's spiritual device?"

"Craftsmanship." Yang Chao uttered the two words and explained, "Craftsmanship is a spirit. You need to understand its spirit and grasp its essence. Once you understand the word craftsmanship, it will take shape and become a craftsmanship tool."

Shang Liangshan was confused by what he heard, but that didn't stop him from thinking it was very impressive.

"Mo cultivators are the most special among the nine paths of spiritual cultivation. Because they have to use a lot of tools, their spiritual objects are derived from their own perceptions. The word 'craftsmanship' contains infinite changes and truths, which can be seen as the inheritance of the Mohist school." Yifeng explained.

"It's the same with Confucianism and Taoism," Yang Chao said with a smile.

"The word 'Confucianism' contains the ultimate truth of life, which is ever-changing. I have been practicing Confucianism for so long, but have only grasped a shadow of it." Yifeng said leisurely.

"If you have touched the shadow, then Great Elder, have you reached the realm of things and words?" Yang Chao asked in surprise.

He really didn't expect that the small Forgotten Township would give birth to another fifth-grade master. You know, even if it is a county, if there are two fifth-grade masters in charge, it will be a strong county.

What's more, the Forgotten Town still has the Palace Spirit, a temple spirit that can only be worshipped in the city.

"What's so surprising about this? I'm already in my early sixties, so it's natural for me to reach the realm of things and words." Yifeng shook his head.

“If an old man in his seventies or eighties who is stuck in the Divine Palace realm heard what you said, he would be so ashamed that he would cover his face.” Yang Chao said with a smile.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, let's talk about the distribution of the wolf demon souls." Yifeng turned the topic back.

"The wolf demon soul is not suitable for me." Yishui shook his head.

"Me too." Yi Tu continued.

"It's indeed not suitable for the two of you." The old patriarch nodded in agreement.

"Why not?" Shang Liangshan asked puzzledly.

“Liang Shan, just imagine the attack power of the water elemental force and earth elemental force, these two wolf spirits, and you will know why it is not suitable.” The old patriarch reminded.

When Shang Liangshan heard this, an image of a blue wolf spirit emerged in his mind. It stretched out its sharp claws and fiercely grabbed the enemy. It was extremely ferocious.

As a result, the sharp claws only scratched the enemy's skin. At that moment, it proved a saying that you are here to make people laugh.

The scene changed, and a yellowish demon wolf rushed towards the enemy like a bulldozer...

Well, a wolf’s attack power lies in biting, not in hitting.

"I want the soul of a demon wolf." Yihuo said.

Shang Liangshan was undoubtedly looking forward to the attack of the wolf demon spirit that possessed fire elemental power.

"The old man also wants one, so who will get the remaining one?" asked the old patriarch.

"Give it to Sixth Uncle." Yibao suggested in a low voice.

"Sixth Brother..." Yifeng murmured and nodded in agreement.

"Okay." Yijin and others agreed.

The old patriarch also nodded.

"Old Patriarch, it seems that Sixth Uncle has no cultivation." Shang Liangshan asked doubtfully.

The impression Yiliu gave to Shang Liangshan was that of an old farmer who could tame animals.

“Yes,” the old patriarch responded, explaining, “Beast tamers cultivate spiritual power and demon words, which is one of the minor spiritual paths.”

"When Lao Liu doesn't use his mental power, he is no different from an ordinary old man. But once he uses his mental power, he will form mental pressure. I just don't know if he can control the demon wolf soul and split the palace."

"If not, Lao Liu will die of mental exhaustion."

The old patriarch's latest words made Shang Liangshan understand immediately.

If the demon wolf soul is given to Yiliu, the consequence will be success or failure.

"Let Laoliu decide this matter himself." Yifeng looked at the night sky and said slowly.

There are not many old people left in the Forgotten Land.

"What's the point of this? Why do we get so sad when we talk? Compared to our previous situation, it's enough for us to live to this age. Lao Liu must think so too." Yihuo said righteously.

After hearing the last part, everyone looked at Yihuo with strange eyes. Why did these words sound so wrong?

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Collect the pills. Collect the pills." Shang Liangshan shifted his attention and looked at Yibao.

Yibao understood, walked to the corner, picked up a sack, took out wooden boxes one by one, and distributed them to Yifeng and the others.

Shang Liangshan made a move towards the purple mist, and a blood-colored stream of light composed of Qi and Blood Pills flew out from the purple mist and hovered in front of everyone.

"Wipe your hands clean before collecting the pills to avoid leaving any odor." The old patriarch joked.

"Haha" everyone couldn't help but laugh when they heard that, and the sad atmosphere was swept away.

In the white hall, three little finger-sized Qi and Blood Pills appeared out of thin air in Shang Liangshan's hand. He looked at Heizi and Xiaocao and asked, "Do you two want to take Qi and Blood Pills?"

These three Qi and Blood Pills were made from the flesh of three wolf monsters. They were private goods left behind by Shang Liangshan and prepared for Heizi and Xiaocao.

Hearing this, Heizi took a look at the Qi and Blood Pill and shook his head. It had no substance, so there was no use in taking it.

"Master, Xiaocao needs it." Xiaocao bowed and said.

"Stand up, don't kneel anymore in the future. Just keep the respect in your heart." Shang Liangshan raised his hand and said.

"Yes," Xiaocao replied, stood up, and respectfully stretched out his hands to take the Qi and Blood Pill handed to him by his master.

Shang Liangshan looked at Heizi and said, "Go get the ghost pill and practice by yourself."

After saying this, he walked towards the futon.

Heizi flew to the box where the ghost pills were stored, opened the box skillfully, picked up a ghost pill, closed the box, and flew out of the hall with Xiaocao.

Shang Liangshan sat cross-legged on a cushion, with a thumb-sized ghost pill emitting a faint light and containing pure yin energy appearing in his hand. He swallowed it in one gulp and began to practice.

This ghost pill was refined by the vengeful spirit last night.

"Eh" Shang Liang, who had just entered the state of cultivation, uttered a light exclamation, because the Purple Spirit Guards and Dark Spirit Guards in his sea of ​​consciousness actually absorbed the Yin Qi of the ghost pill on their own initiative.

The sea of ​​consciousness is the source of power for the temple spirits, and is somewhat similar to a spiritual temple. In the vast white space, thousands of lights and incense sticks are floating in it.

When Wan Jia Deng Huo was practicing in Shang Liang Mountain, he transformed into Purple Spirit Guard and Dark Spirit Guard, sat cross-legged in his sea of ​​consciousness, and absorbed the Yin Qi of the ghost pill.

This kind of situation has never happened before. All along, whether it is the lights or the incense of thousands of households, Shang Liangshan has to take the initiative to nurture them.

Now that he had changed his normal behavior and was absorbing Yin Qi on his own, Shang Liang was pleasantly surprised, but he also had other thoughts.

However, now was not the time to think, he quickly calmed down, started practicing, and continued to construct the materialized twelve meridians.

The road is long and the cultivation is difficult.

About two hours later, Shang Liangshan slowly opened his eyes with a bitter and strange expression on his face.

Because he absorbed the obsession of the vengeful spirits, he verified a saying: there is an arrangement in the dark.