This is how immortals are cultivated

"The village was deserted, as if everyone had migrated away en masse not long ago."

Zhang Jingsheng knew that the other party's words were directed at him.

"You mean..."

Zhang Jingsheng couldn't help but look at the flesh soil again.

He saw fragments of finger bones that were clearly human in the flesh.

This flesh soil is very fresh, and it is estimated that it has not been more than a week since it was crushed.

Mr. Fang mentioned the deserted village. Obviously, the pile of blood here came from the villagers of that village.

Although the common people in human settlements at the county or city level have to pay extremely harsh taxes, there is even a chance that they will be charged as blood tax.

But even so, most of the civilians in this world still want to enter the city, even if they are beggars who are in danger of losing their lives day by day.

The reason is simple. In this rotten world, for ordinary people, it is not about who lives better than others, but who lives worse than others.

Village-level strongholds have to pay two taxes, one to the government and the other to the surrounding spirits.

If a monster becomes powerful, it will generally not massacre the village, but will slowly and steadily enjoy the blood and food offered to it.

For example, the tree spirit here must be the most powerful spirit within a hundred miles and must be worshipped.

That village probably relies on offering sacrifices to the tree spirit.

But for some reason, the tree spirit chose to massacre the village.

A sigh came from the front, bringing Zhang Jingsheng back to his senses.

Amidst the sigh, a chill suddenly descended.

The walls around the courtyard were covered with a thin layer of frost, and flies and insects were flying around and falling like rain.

Amidst the sighs and the bone-chilling chill, a gentle and clear voice rang out, transforming into a soft chant:

"The movement of morning and evening illuminates the past and present.

All things receive the gift and take shape.

The karma of grievances has invaded the three lives.

With my energy, I will free the wronged souls.

When you hear it, you will disperse; when you listen to it, you will separate.

Tian Ding Jia Zu, support and protect without any fall.

May you be born quickly and be free from suffering quickly, and may everyone have peace.

The Immortal Yuan Talisman's command never stops."

Although the sound was not loud, it seemed to echo through the night sky.

There is a kind of "rhythm" in the singing that is difficult for ordinary people to grasp and explain.

The negative spirituality that had originally accumulated here and gradually transformed into the evil spirituality melted away like snow in the warm spring sun.

Zhang Jingsheng didn't understand what was going on. With his understanding of the art of trickery, he didn't know what kind of magic this was.

However, this technique seemed to be different from the Taoist techniques he knew.

The young man who was chanting this scripture full of a certain 'rhythm' seemed to have an incomparable 'divinity' and 'holiness' in Zhang Jingsheng's eyes.

After a section of the salvation sutra was finished, the young man stomped his feet again.

It was really just stomping of the feet, no other movements.

Immediately, due to the position of his feet, countless cracks spread rapidly. After expanding several meters, a large amount of soil seemed to come alive and suddenly surged out.

The courtyard wall collapsed, and the ground nearly ten meters outside the layer of flesh soil was stirred by an indescribable terrifying force. It was clearly a real object, but it shook like water, and it overturned in an instant, burying the original flesh soil under the soil layer.

The fleshy soil disappeared, replaced by new soil covering it.

The strange seed cultivated in the fleshy soil was also directly crushed in it.

Such power and such seismic magic are indeed shocking, but what makes Zhang Jingsheng sigh is not the display of this power.

But it was the behavior of Mr. Fang.

He seemed quite different from the practitioners he had known and even met. Practitioners were above all other living beings, but this Mr. Fang was surprisingly approachable.

And...very gentle.

That’s right, it’s gentleness.

"That's all we can do." Mr. Fang sighed again.

"Being able to let these villagers return to dust is already..." Hearing Mr. Fang's sigh, Zhang Jingsheng immediately spoke.

But he stopped mid-sentence, because he saw Mr. Fang's face was full of sorrow, and he spoke softly:

"All we can do is kill more."

PS: There is still one chapter left, it will probably be very late.

Chapter 84 You Are Doomed (800 Subscriptions)

What did Mr. Fang say just now?

Zhang Jingsheng was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

Yes, it's revenge.

To avenge these villagers who died in vain.

Sure enough, this Mr. Fang was different from all the practitioners he had met. He was so gentle.

Ordinary practitioners probably wouldn't think anything of such a scene, and some might even use the flesh soil to extract spiritual materials.

Mr. Fang was not only willing to bury the villagers' bodies and let them return to dust, but he also wanted to avenge these people who were clearly unrelated.

He really...

Fang Suichu no longer cared what Zhang Jingsheng was thinking. He looked at Li Qingming and Wu Yuanshuo:

"What do you mean, do you still have energy left?"

At this moment, both Li Qingming and Wu Yuanshuo looked unhappy. As long as they were human, no one would be unmoved by this scene.

After hearing Fang Suichu's words, Li Qingming raised his eyebrows:

"Of course. Leave the next weirdo that comes to my door to me."

"Also, don't make any move during the New Year's Eve."

"Brother Suichu, I too...me too." Wu Yuanshuo also said from the side.

"it is good."

Fang Suichu nodded.

Killing alone is not as good as killing in a group.

The key to cultivating Taoism is to have a clear mind and let out the breath in your heart.

Even the gentlest Wu Yuanshuo was holding his breath at this moment, and Fang Suichu had no reason not to let the two women take action.

Anyway, Jingzhou is his hometown and the area is quite large.

As for the last and most important stage of training, the method of practicing "Three Courts and One Palace", Fang Suichu now has some ideas.

This step cannot be accomplished simply by strengthening the physique. Strengthening the physique is just a simple accumulation of numbers, and it is difficult to cause qualitative changes through quantitative changes.

The key to this step is to raise the mind, spirit and intention, which is commonly known as sexual power.

Therefore, the first thing Fang Suichu needs to do now is not to cultivate himself, but to "cultivate his nature".

This Jingzhou area is full of monsters, which is a perfect place to cultivate one's character.

"Let's go back, there is a little monster coming."

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"Strange, strange..."

On the wilderness path in front of Zhuangzi, a figure wearing a mask and layers of yellow clothes stood in front of the village gate.

Both the mask and the yellow clothes he was wearing were as thin as cicada wings, covering his body layer by layer. If there was an experienced leatherworker here, he would definitely be able to find out what this person was wearing.

Those were pieces of human skin, of varying sizes and extremely complete.

"Why is Grandma Liu gone?"

"Didn't we agree to have a feast and enjoy blood food today?"

Jingzhou is mountainous, and there are more mountain monsters than in other prefectures.

Weird creatures lurked there, either fighting each other or occupying their own territory.

Grandma Liu is also considered a famous monster among the dozens of nearby mountains.

The plants and trees transformed strangely, and a trace of spiritual intelligence was born. Later, they took root here, and they were almost the "spiritual secret" that humans talk about.

Although the strange transformation of plants and trees is naturally stronger than other strange creatures, it has a shortcoming, which is that it cannot move freely before the spiritual secret.

"Could it be true?"

There is indeed no trace of the aura in Grandma Liu's mansion. This strange creature covered in layers of human skin naturally would not associate it with the fact that Grandma Liu was killed.

I was just wondering whether the other party had taken the step that many monsters dreamed of.

With this guess, the human-skinned monster did not dare to delay any longer, but instead hurriedly stepped into the deserted house that seemed as if no one had ever lived there.

But just as he stepped into the house, he saw a heroic woman standing there.

All kinds of desires suddenly rose in the dark eye sockets of this human-skinned creature.

The woman was full of spiritual energy, which was a great nourishing blood food for the monsters. What's more, her delicate skin was even more delicate than that of the daughters of wealthy families in the city, as if she was not an ordinary creature.

This really has an irresistible attraction to it.

"Grandma Liu actually prepared such a bloody meal..."

The human-skin monster was wearing an open human-skin coat, but there was nothing inside. Instead, it turned into several layers of stacked human skin and pounced towards the heroic woman.

Li Qingming took a deep breath, and his hands stretched out like lightning, grabbing the arms of the human-skinned monster. His blood and energy burst out instantly, and he tore the human-skinned monster into two halves.

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The night grew darker. In the courtyard, Li Qingming was sitting on a blue stone, with two hands kneading his shoulders.

A gentle aura emerged from the palm, massaging the skin, flesh, tendons and bones, removing the dirty blood, and pushing the medicinal power into the bone marrow.

The palm moved from the shoulder down, and although there was clothing between them, it still touched some sensitive areas.

When Li Qingming sat upright, a blush appeared on his ruddy face.

"Ok?"

"All right."

As the hand released and the soft words were spoken, Li Qingming breathed a sigh of relief, but his body softened and there was deep fatigue between his brows.

She fought desperately tonight, she had never fought like this before.

"You're trying your best today." The voice was close to my ear.

Although Li Qingming did not turn his head, he knew that he was standing beside him, looking towards the front yard.

I was watching a delicate girl beating a strange creature covered with shells.

"It's just to relieve my breath. You said that a person must have a clear mind."

"Besides, or rather, I really like this feeling. After all, since Changyin Mountain, this period of time has been the only time I've truly felt that I can grasp something and control my own destiny by relying on myself."

"Besides..." The girl suddenly lowered her voice: "You've always been saying you want to do big things, don't you?"

"I also want to work harder so that I can help you as soon as possible."

"But don't you always roll your eyes when I say that? Sure enough, you're the 'tsundere' type."

Li Qingming frowned slightly when he heard this and asked, "What does tsundere mean?"