Cultivate steadily, the whole world of cultivating immortals is my home

Chapter 270: Those who slay demons and protect the Tao, why not give you a pill!

The ghosts that Hong Li sent back from his disciples were all received into his own soul flag. Suddenly, he felt his eyelids fighting and his whole body became dizzy.

"I can't go to Yaomei's place today, I'm feeling weak."

Before Hong Li felt dizzy, an idea came to his mind.

After searching Hong Li's soul, Shen Lian found something interesting.

This force that seeks the way of heaven is still quite mysterious. There is actually a single line of communication between Hong Li, the little leader, and the altar master above.

Hong Li had no way to find the altar owner and could only wait for the altar owner to come to him.

From this point of view, Qiutiandao's organizational structure is quite careful.

Shen Lian sighed, he had to start up his Butian Sect soon, and there were all the people trying to steal the business. If he didn't work hard, he might not be able to become a good boy in the eyes of the rules of the world.

There are still smart people in the world of immortality.

The person behind Qingtian Dao chose this place quite well. The area was chaotic, demon sects were rampant, and fighting became a common occurrence.

Every time a monk dies, it is an achievement for seeking the way of heaven.

This is the same as opening a business to do business.

He can do it here too.

Seeing that the performance environment here was so good, Shen Lian immediately decided to stay for a while to see if he could improve performance.

Regarding the organization Qiuting Dao, he was curious about how to save the remnant soul. He also wanted to save the remnant soul before, but the remnant soul was not very friendly to him. Not only did he not reincarnate, he also killed himself.

As the lowest level boss, Hong Li does not have the ability to purify the remnant souls. His role is to collect the remnant souls from heaven and earth, and then wait for the altar master to come and take away the remnant souls at regular intervals.

Since there are many demon cultivators, evil cultivators, and Yin Qi cultivators in this area, the number of remnant souls in the mountains and fields is increasing day by day. You only need to stay in a few places to wait. There is no need to search across the mountains and ridges. It takes time to harvest a large number of residual souls.

Shen Lian would not miss the path of seeking heaven this time after missing out on the demonic cultivation of merit in the wilderness.

He just wants to learn from it secretly.

However, in Hong Li's memory, the arrival time of his previous altar master was not fixed, and he had no means of contacting the altar master, so he could only passively wait for the summons.

In order to steal his master, Shen Lian stayed close to Hong Li's helm, preparing to wait a few months to see.

Of course, he didn't just sit around. Since he decided to expand the Butian Sect, he, the leader, naturally had to select the monks himself.

There are dozens of Jindan sects in the nearby area, and Jindan Zhenren has hundreds of tricks. It is not easy to select a few Budian cult members.

Soon, Shen Lian set his target on a Jindan sect called Sanlinguan.

This Jindan Sect has a pretty good reputation in the neighborhood. Every year, its disciples go out to slay demons and defend the Way. They are praised and admired by many monks.

The demon cultivators in the nearby area killed many people, and the sect that could send out disciples for generations to eliminate demons and protect the way should be no different.

Therefore, Shen Lian set his target on Master Fuding of Sanlin Temple.

Master Fu Ding, a monk in the late Jindan period, is a rare Lei Linggen monk in the world of immortality. He majors in Sanlin Zhenglei Zhenfa, which is the nemesis of evil spirits and heretics.

Among the green mountains, a Taoist temple stands outside the mountains.

In the square outside, you can also see a little Taoist boy doing morning lessons.

Looking along the Taoist temple to the deep mountains, the old trees are entangled with roots and the light is shining, just like a fairyland.

When Shen Lian came to Sanlin Temple, he felt the spiritual energy in the mountains from afar. Unlike other mountains where the coldness gathered, the atmosphere here was peaceful and obviously very comfortable.

It can be said that he has traveled countless miles through mountains and ridges, and this is the first time he has encountered such a place.

The appearance that is revealed cannot be faked, just like the Blood Spirit Pagodas of the Blood Evil Sect billowing out blood smoke all day long. One can clearly see the core of this sect at a glance.

The sect atmosphere of Sanlin Temple is very spiritual.

It was like a spiritual light between the turbid heaven and earth.

really not bad.

The entire mountain range is not big. Compared with the vast Cangshan Mountains of some large sects, the small mountain range of Sanlin Temple is only a hundred miles in radius. The Taoist temple outside the mountain is both the mountain gate and the training place for the outer sect disciples.

Sanlin Temple has many outer disciples, but it is said that the inner disciples and elders combined only number a few hundred.

This does not mean that you can advance to the inner sect once your cultivation level reaches the level. You must also pass an assessment before you can advance to the inner sect.

The assessment of Sanlin Temple is to eliminate demons and defend the Tao.

……

Shen Lian looked at the dilapidated mountain gate of Sanlin Temple. The disciples outside the mountain gate who were doing morning classes seemed to be concentrating on each one, but in fact many of them had worried looks on their faces.

This scene made Shen Lian nod.

This is similar to what I heard.

If you want to eliminate demons and defend the way in an area where demon sects are everywhere, you can imagine the hardships involved.

The scale of Sanlin Temple is similar to that of Japanese dramas. It is a thorn in the side of the demon sects around it. It is almost entirely supported by the temple master Fuding Zhenren. There is no successor in the entire Sanlin Temple. Once the temple master falls, Sanlin Temple will usher in a disaster. A devastating disaster.

However, now.

"Ahem, when Master Shen is here, the sky... the sky... hope comes."

Shen Lianxu clenched his fist and put it to his mouth and coughed twice.

This sect, Leader Shen, surrendered.

Although Fu Ding Zhenren is not there yet, it is not an absolute bargain hunting, but if it appears again in a crisis, it is the work of a child of luck.

He is the leader of a sect, so of course he must be steady and not do anything like making a flashy appearance with his neck stuck.

After having some concerns in his mind, Shen Lian began to further observe Sanlin Temple.

……

Inside Sanlin Temple, a series of pavilions and pavilions have been built along the small mountains. The further you go into the mountains, the fewer the buildings.

Overall, some buildings in the mountains can no longer be called primitive, but should be called dilapidated.

Deep in the mountains, a group of quaint buildings stands against the mountains.

There is a main hall in the building. In the hall, a slovenly old man is lying on his side on a straw mat. The edges of the straw mat are damaged and the thatch leaks out, and holes are exposed in some places.

As for the main hall, it was even more empty. Except for an altar table, there were no curtains on the windows, and the wind blew in.

As for the incense burner on the offering table, I don’t know where it went.

The old man was lying on his side, with his elbows on the ground and his cheeks supported by his palms. His legs were hooked together, as if he was taking a nap.

This person is none other than Master Fuding of Sanlin Temple.

It's just that his complexion is a little not good. Occasionally, his brows will frown, and there is a faint rotten smell behind him.

At this time, Master Fu Ding opened his eyes, and there was a sonorous sound. A three-foot-eight-sided sword flew up and rushed out of the main hall, hitting a little Taoist boy who was peeping outside the door.

"As a cultivator, how can you not sit still!"

The little Taoist boy was slapped to the ground by the spirit sword, and then the spirit sword hit the Taoist boy on the butt.

"Master, I have been meditating for ten days."

"Not enough. If you don't understand the method of attracting thunder, you just keep sitting quietly."

After being beaten, the Taoist boy held back tears in his eyes, but he still walked towards the side hall and sat pitifully cross-legged on a small futon.

"Ugh."

The person holding the tripod recalled the spirit sword, with a look of worry on his face.

The thunder method is difficult to cultivate, and the thunder spirit root is even more difficult to find than the other five spiritual roots. The sect has a special method of attracting thunder that has been inherited, but this method is very dangerous and extremely difficult to get started.In the sect's inheritance, success is also based on this thunder method, and failure is also based on this thunder method.

Because the special secret method of attracting thunder is too dangerous, it avoids the prying eyes of stronger sects. However, because this method is too terrifying, those without great perseverance cannot bear it, so it is difficult to pass it on.

In addition, the sect has gradually declined over the years and has been suppressed by other sects, especially the Demonic Sect. It has been unable to find anyone to refine the lightning-inducing order, which has made it even more difficult to pass on the secret method of attracting lightning.

"Brother."

Outside the hall, an old woman with silvery white hair walked slowly, "Lei'er made you angry?"

Master Fuding waved his hand, "Junior sister, what happened?"

Before the old woman could speak, Master Fu Ding sneered and said, "Well, if you want to leave, just let them go. The sect can no longer afford to worry about too many disciples, and staying here will only delay them."

The old woman nodded slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Senior brother has suffered a lot of injuries in killing demons over the years. More than ten years ago, in order to prevent the old demon of the Blood Mountain Sect from massacring a small town, he fought with the old demon of the Blood Mountain Sect.

In the end, not only did he fail to save the monks in the first city, but he was also retaliated by the old demon of the Blood Mountain Sect, causing Daoji to almost collapse.

If the old devil hadn't cherished his life and was afraid that his senior brother would fight to the death, he would probably have been unable to hold back and take action.

"Senior brother, why don't you go out to look for medicine? We are guarding the sect."

The old woman spoke, and there were several responses from all around. From each side hall, several monks who looked old but were still in good spirits walked out.

"Those who practice Taoism have their own destiny. They are worthy of their true intentions and worthy of practicing Taoism."

Master Fu Ding showed a gentle and indifferent smile.

But seeing the white hair and wrinkled faces of the junior brothers and sisters present, their bodies were even more lifeless.

"Senior brother can still hold on for decades."

After saying this, Fuding walked slowly into the main hall, and the three-foot sword behind him buzzed softly.

"Don't be anxious, old man. Wait a few more decades. When I teach Lei'er to grow up, I will take you to drink the demon blood."

“If you can’t change your ways of killing demons and defending the world in this life, you may stop doing it in the next life.”

Lying on his side on the straw mat, Master Fuding sighed. It wasn't that he was afraid of death, he just couldn't understand it now.

In this life, from Taoist boy to Sanlin Temple, promoted to Qi training, inner sect, foundation building, golden elixir, and became the temple master, I have killed countless demons, big and small, but in the end, in this world, But more and more demons were killed.

Demons are like weeds, they cannot be burned or cut down.

why is that!
It's not that he is afraid of death, it's just that now Sanlin Guan is no longer in contact with young people, and the older generation has reached their last years. Those strong-willed demon-slaying disciples in the middle have died on the road of demon-slaying. If they are not determined, they have already left the sect.

As a result, there have been no new Jindan monks for many years.

The outer monks have also been unable to recruit good seedlings to supplement the middle-level elite monks.

"They are all cultivators of immortality. I, Sanlin Guan, am cultivating Taoism."

Fu Ding was momentarily filled with anger and grabbed the Eight-Sided Demon-Slaying and Thunder-Slaying Sword covered with thunder patterns. It was a magic weapon passed down by Sanlin Temple for many years, and its grade was as high as the third level.

Although it is still only the third level of high-grade, due to the blessing of the powerful temple master, the spirituality has reached the level of quasi-fourth level.

However, Sanlin Temple is declining day by day. Without high-level spiritual materials or monks to advance to Nascent Soul, there is no way to take it with it to welcome the first baptism of heavenly tribulation.

……

Outside the main hall.

A group of old monks from Sanlin Temple looked at each other, and they all saw the helplessness and sadness in each other's eyes.

Is this god really giving me no way to survive?

Outside the mountain, demonic cultivators are rampant, all living things are used as materials, and the yin energy is increasing day by day.

On the other hand, they who were supposed to protect the law and slay demons ended up withering away.

"Junior brothers, although the demons are rampant, they are afraid of death. They will definitely not dare to rush in and be the first to take the lead when the temple master is present. Let's take advantage of this period to see if we can find some good ideas."

……

Inside Sanlin Temple.

Shen Lian...oh no, the customer service stood under a small pine tree, looking at the lifeless mountains and fields around him.

After Shen Lian, this deity, practiced the fourth level of Tianzhu Divine Evolution Technique, his divine will has soared to [-] feet.

The enhanced power of the fourth-level Tianzhu Divine Evolution Technique can be seen clearly.

The stronger the foundation of the soul, the stronger the power of the soul will be increased.

As a secondary soul, his divine soul has also skyrocketed to the level of [-] feet. The reason why it has not been raised to [-] feet is mainly because the quality of the secondary soul has not caught up yet.

"Fellow Taoist, coming here uninvited is a thief."

A cold voice sounded, mixed with the sound of a clanging sword.

In the mountains and fields, lightning arcs exploded.

Under the small pine tree, Deputy Soul Shen Lian's figure flashed and landed on top of the buildings at the core of Sanlin Temple.

shhhhhh!
In an instant, several old figures emerged from the building complex.

"Brother, form the Five Directions Divine Thunder Formation!"

Lightning flashed in the air. Several old figures each held out their magic swords. In their other hand, they held a token with a pointed top and a handle below. They all looked at Shen Lian as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

"Is this the way Sanlin Temple treats guests?"

Shen Lian felt the lightning hitting him, and his spiritual body still felt a little numb.

"It's a fellow Taoist who naturally has a way of treating guests."

Elder Yun Songzi spoke coldly, holding the largest thunder token in his hand, and rumbled into it with mana.

"Junior brothers and sisters, please step back. If this fellow Taoist really wants to take action, you won't have time to set up your formation."

Master Fuding walked out of the main hall.

"When a Taoist friend comes to visit me, you can directly explain your intention."

Shen Lian's figure flashed and he walked towards the main hall. Before he entered the door, an eight-sided copper sword lit up on its own and was pressed against the tip of his nose.

"This sword is so spiritual."

Shen Lian stretched out his finger, nodded the sword, and said, "Come on, little Jianjian, smell it and see if I smell particularly good."

"Om!

As soon as he said these words, the bronze sword really swam in front of him twice, and finally flew back to Master Fuding.

Master Fu Ding patted his spiritual sword. This eight-sided demon-killing thunder sword was the most sensitive to demonic energy, but at this time, he was somewhat close to the person in front of him.

This shows that the person who came is not a demon cultivator.

"Fellow Taoist's foundation is seriously injured. If it is not treated, let alone subsequent advancement, he may not even be able to survive for several decades."

Master Fu Ding didn't take it seriously, "Fellow Taoist, is this what you're here to talk about?"

"no no."

Shen Lian waved his hand, "I'm here to give you a Dragon Transformation Pill."

Having said that, Shen Lian thought Fu Ding would be excited, but unexpectedly, the old man's face drooped.

"Fellow Taoist, you can go back."

(End of this chapter)