Start building the foundation: What is the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet?

"Fellow Daoist Luo, many people in Pingyang City are searching for Southern Border cultivators. I'm afraid that the Jindan senior from the Fu family has also memorized your appearance."

Ling Wanran told others about the secret stares she felt along the way after entering the city, and guessed that it must be the Fu family's doing.

"If you want to take the teleportation array, Brother Luo cannot stay in the coffin, otherwise he will be noticed by the monks guarding the array."

"Fellow Daoist Ling, I have never ridden a teleportation array before, so I would like to ask you, if I stay in the coffin and use my spiritual consciousness to control the corpse puppet to ride the teleportation array with you, is that feasible?"

There is no teleportation array in Southern Xinjiang, which is partly due to the fact that the cultivators in Southern Xinjiang are not good at formations.

"In that case, it should be possible." Ling Wanran was delighted. Strictly speaking, the corpse puppet was just a puppet. The teleportation array used its soul to determine the cultivators in the array.

If this is the case, then it won't be a problem for Fellow Daoist Luo to take the teleportation array.

"Then we'll set off tomorrow."

After the two of them had agreed, they each started meditating and practicing.

The next morning, it was already bright. Ling Wanran opened her eyes from her practice and saw a male cultivator in a black robe sitting opposite her. She was startled and then she called out tentatively:

"Fellow Daoist Luo?"

"It's me. I used my spiritual power to change the appearance of the corpse puppet. You just need to move forward and I will control the corpse puppet to follow you."

The voice of Luo San sounded in her consciousness. Ling Wanran stared at the corpse puppet for a long time, nodded, stood up and walked towards the door. After walking a few steps and looking back, she saw that the corpse puppet had also stood up and followed her closely.

He waved the house card in his hand at the door, and the restriction was lifted. Ling Wanran walked out without changing her expression.

The corpse puppet behind him followed with an expressionless face, its face covered by a black robe. It lowered its head and followed Ling Wanran silently.

The restaurant owner put away the room card, took out the remaining spirit stones from the cabinet and returned them to the other party. He noticed from the corner of his eye that this female cultivator, who was alone yesterday, came out as a pair today. He frowned, moved his lips a few times, but finally suppressed his curiosity.

He has been the shopkeeper of this restaurant in Pingyang City for so many years, and he relies on not watching, not asking, and not listening. Sometimes, meddling in other people's affairs will only hurt yourself.

Walking on the streets of Pingyang City, there are many monks coming and going. The teleportation array in the city is located in the west of the city, and it takes a long way to get there.

There were many shops on both sides of the street. Ling Wanran counted the spiritual stones in her storage bag. After thinking for a moment, she communicated with Luo Shan through voice transmission:

"Fellow Daoist Luo, please wait for me for a moment. I am afraid that the spirit stones in my storage bag are not enough to cover the cost of this teleportation array. Let me sell some of the things I don't need in my storage bag first."

Because of the bounty offered by Qingyun Sect, she had been avoiding the pursuit of independent cultivators and Qingyun Sect monks in recent days, which consumed a lot of resources, but on the contrary, she also gained a lot of things from those independent cultivators who died in her hands.

Although the storage bag of a casual cultivator does not have many spirit stones, he still has a few decent magic weapons.

"Okay, go ahead."

Ling Wanran nodded, then walked towards a shop nearby.

Luo Shan stayed in the white jade coffin, controlling the corpse puppet with his spiritual consciousness and taking a look at the situation outside.

The corpse puppet was wearing a black robe, and a white jade coffin was hanging around its neck, like a jade pendant.

Luo Shan's spiritual sense noticed that many cultivators were looking at this side with strange eyes, so he slightly controlled the corpse puppet to turn its body left and right.

When he saw a middle-aged man in coarse linen clothes kneeling in front of him, leaning on a wooden stick, kowtowing to the passing monks and muttering something, he was suddenly surprised and controlled the corpse puppet to walk over.

"Immortal, please save my daughter. Please have mercy on me and save my daughter!" The mortal man's forehead was already bleeding, and his clothes were tattered.

None of the monks who were passing by stopped. Some of them even became angry when they saw that this mortal man dared to stop them. They waved their hands and used their spiritual power to knock the man to the ground.

The man covered his chest and coughed heavily a few times, then got up and continued to kowtow to the passing monks, his face full of despair.

"Please have mercy on me, Immortal, and save my child."

He had no other options left. How could a mere mortal like him save his daughter?

Thinking of his daughter, the man's eyes flashed with determination, and he choked up and said to the monks passing by:

"That immortal is willing to save my daughter. I am willing to give everything, even my life!"

The only valuable thing on his body is his life!

Seeing this, no one looked at him. The man's expression became more desperate and painful, and he looked up at the sky in anger and unwillingness:

"Oh my God, are we mortals nothing but grass? Why do you treat us like this?"

"You said you are willing to sacrifice your life?" Luo Shan stood in front of the man, looking down at him, and the voice came from the mouth of the corpse puppet.

The man's eyes were red, and the blood on his forehead flowed down the corners of his eyes. He looked in the direction of Luo San with a glimmer of hope.

"Yes, as long as the Immortal is willing to save my daughter, even if it means my life, I am willing to give it to the Immortal."

"Tell me about your daughter." Luo Shan's voice was gentle. He stretched out his pale and bloodless hand. A ball of green and transparent spiritual power condensed in his palm and stroked the man's forehead.

The man only felt the pain in his forehead slowly subside, and a cool feeling came over him.

Feeling his body suddenly relaxed, the man ignored his joy and kowtowed to Luo Shan, then quickly talked about his daughter.

"My little girl is seven years old this year. Her name is Xiao Min. Xiao Min is my daughter who came late in life. I was 45 years old when I had this daughter. My wife usually stays at home with our little girl while I go out to find work."

"Yesterday when I returned home, I found that my daughter was missing and my wife was lying in the yard, dying. She told me that an immortal had broken in and abducted my daughter. I am just a mortal. How could I save my daughter from the immortal?"

"Master, I have never done anything harmful to the world in my life, why did I suffer this disaster?"

The man's sorrowful voice sounded, his eyes filled with tears: "My old wife is dead. If something happens to my little daughter again, I really don't know what to do."

"Did your wife explain why the other party kidnapped your daughter?" Luo San frowned and asked.

"Not really..." The man was about to say without thinking, but stopped abruptly when he was only halfway through his words:

"My wife also said that the immortal asked me about my daughter's birthday at the beginning. I was afraid of offending him, so I told him the truth. Could it be that... this is the reason why the immortal kidnapped my daughter?"

"Birthday? Could you please tell me in detail?" Luo Shan felt more and more weird as he listened.

"My daughter is seven years old this year, in February..." The man hurriedly told Xiao Min's birthday and looked at Luo Shan hopefully: "Master, is there anything wrong?"

"There must be something wrong. February...seven years old..." Luo San muttered the birthday the man said, and then heard a female voice next to him:

"It was a Yin year, Yin month, Yin day. Was your little girl born on a Yin time?"

Ling Wanran, who came out of the shop, spoke with a serious expression.

"Yes, fairy, but what's wrong?"

The man was nervous and became more and more uneasy.

"I'm afraid your daughter has been abducted by evil cultivators."

Ling Wanran actually already had a guess in her mind. In her previous life, the one who harmed others and turned himself into an evil creature, didn’t he capture hundreds of girls who were born in the yin years, yin months, yin days and yin hours?

"Evil cultivator!" The man fell to the ground, his face showing even more despair. He then quickly knelt in front of Luo Shan and Ling Wanran, kowtowed repeatedly.

"Please, Immortal, save my little girl. Please, Immortal, save my little girl. I kowtow to you!"