There's something wrong with my immortal path.

Chapter 8 Illiteracy and Hidden Spiritual Roots
How to do?
How should we break the situation?

After thinking about it again and again, Xia Ming thought of someone.

A disciple who can freely enter and leave Soul Holding Cliff!
Outer disciple Li Dahu!
Strictly speaking, Li Dahu just put his name here.

It happened that Jiang Liang was not here today.

With his mind made up, Xia Ming walked directly towards the seventeen holes.

The black-robed inspector outside just glanced at him casually and let him pass.

After all, Xia Ming is now Jiang Liang's favorite, so he still has this little freedom.

Standing at the entrance of the seventeenth hole, Xia Ming slowly stopped.

In the seventeenth hole, Li Dahu was busy.

Xia Ming stood outside and waited patiently.

Li Dahu saw it in his eyes, but the work on his hands still did not stop.

Half an hour later, Li Dahu put down the sharp blade in his hand and asked the person carrying the body to carry out the body.

Clean hands, burn incense, make tea...

After doing all this, Li Dahu looked at Xia Ming.

Around seventeen years old, he looks quite handsome.

With a cold snort, Li Dahu called Xia Ming in.

Just as Li Dahu was sizing up Xia Ming, Xia Ming was also observing Li Dahu.

Although his hair is gray, his body is still strong, his waist does not bend, and his hands do not shake.

A pair of sinister eyes, even more shrewd and powerful.

This Li Dahu looks hard to mess with.

As expected, before Xia Ming could sit down, Li Dahu's voice rang out.

"37-hole boy? Why did you come to see me?"

Facing Li Dahu's unkind gaze, Xia Ming said:
"Xia Ming, I want to ask my senior brother for something."

Upon hearing this, Li Dahu smiled.

interesting.

Jiang Liang's little donkey can actually beg for my life, Li Dahu?

Holding the tea cup lightly and savoring the faint sweetness, Li Dahu's heart gradually began to stir.

"Tell me, what do you want to ask for?"

After a pause, Xia Ming said slowly:
"To be honest, senior brother, I want to ask you to help me buy a spiritual root detection stone."

As soon as Xia Ming said this, Li Dahu was stunned for a moment, and then showed a strange smile.

Xia Ming...Xia Ming...

"Hahahahahaha!"

Looking at Xia Ming in front of him, Li Dahu laughed out loud.

pitiful!How sad!

The stupid little donkey actually believed the story of the inspirational ancestor!
The thing about spiritual roots is determined by fate!

Glancing at Xia Ming's still calm face, Li Dahu suddenly had an interesting idea in his mind.

Could it be that Jiang Liang was lying to the boy?

If I could shatter this boy's dream... would he go crazy?

If he was crazy... could Jiang Liang still laugh?
Thinking of this, Li Dahu lowered his eyebrows and gently knocked on the stone platform in front of him.

"Junior brother, you also know that this thing is not easy to handle."

"But...since junior brother wants it, I will naturally find a way."

"My junior brother must be a cheerful person, so I, Li Dahu, won't hide it anymore."

"Let's do this... one price, thirty soul stones."

Hearing this, Xia Ming slowly raised his head.

On the stone table, tea is boiling.

Not long ago, a cold corpse was lying on this stone table.

I have to say that this Li Dahu is really elegant.

Through the hazy water vapor, Xia Ming seemed to see a greedy tiger.

Without saying anything, Xia Ming took out the small cloth bag in his arms.

Inside the bag were the soul stones he had accumulated during this period.

I poured out the soul stones and counted them again and again, but there were still five missing.

Upon seeing this, Xia Ming was about to stand up and leave, but Li Dahu frowned and stopped him directly.

Li Dahu knows very well that opportunities cannot be missed and they will never come back.

If we wait for Jiang Liang to come back, we will not have such an opportunity in the future.

Taking the bag from Xia Ming's hand, Li Dahu patted his chest and said loudly:
"25 is 25, we are from the same sect, five soul stones are nothing." "If this is the case, then it will be troublesome for Senior Brother Li."

After accepting the soul stone, Li Dahu patted his smooth forehead again.

"Look at my memory. I remember that I should have a spiritual root detection stone in my hand."

Before he finished speaking, Li Dahu's right hand flashed with white light at Zhongquan Point.

A small clear stone was held directly in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Xia Ming couldn't help but feel a flash of fire in his eyes.

The orifices hide things!
This was the first time he saw something hidden in a living person's orifice.

Interesting, very interesting.

It turned out that Li Dahu hid something in Zhongquan Cave.

I have to remember it carefully, maybe I will use it one day.

Wiping his saliva, Xia Ming tried his best to suppress his trembling little hands.

Ugh…

Occupational disease committed.

I always want to touch a knife.

At this moment, Li Dahu was still self-righteous.

If he knew what Xia Ming was thinking, he might not be happy even if he was given thirty soul stones.

After accepting the spiritual root to test the stone, Xia Ming took another deep look at Li Dahu before slowly leaving.

……

The sun went down, and it was not until dusk that Deacon Jiang Liang returned to Xihun Cliff.

After coming back, without saying a word, he plunged directly into the deepest part of the Soul Holding Cliff.

The deepest part of Soul Holding Cliff is an extremely huge cave, with a bottomless cold spring looming in the center of the cave.

It is precisely because of the existence of this cold spring that Soul Holding Cliff can still operate normally even in the hot summer.

With the cold spring as the center, densely packed slender coffins are spread out in a fan-like shape, which makes one's scalp numb at first glance.

Standing next to Lengquan, looking around everything, Jiang Liangliang felt agitated.

These... are the cornerstones of his Jiangliang Jindan Dao!
In Jiang Liang's view, the Soul Holding Cliff is a huge millstone.

These corpses are "food", and as for the handyman disciples above, they are naturally the donkeys pulling the mill.

Thinking of the donkey, a pair of stubborn eyes emerged in Jiang Liang's mind. Those were Xia Ming's eyes.

That little donkey...everything is good, but Jiang Liang is a little dissatisfied with one thing.

That boy Xia Ming seems to be illiterate...

No, not right.

Jiang Liang thought for a moment and rejected his idea.

No, to be precise, Xia Ming is not illiterate, he just doesn't know much about literacy.

The documents he wrote regarding the corpse-collection were vague and hazy, and no one could understand them.

I can only vaguely distinguish two or three words, like 37, Xia Ming...

It didn't matter if he couldn't write the corpse-collecting approval document, but this boy was still very serious, writing the square characters that no one could understand, stroke by stroke.

However, who makes him do a good job? This small flaw is nothing.

It would be nice if someone else wrote the corpse-grabbing approval document.

It's just that this little donkey... seems to be a bit inefficient recently.

Was there something distracting him?
Jiang Liang's eyebrows gradually lowered as his fingers tapped lightly on the coffin board beside him.

He remembered the scene in the morning again, Xia Ming wanted the spiritual root detection stone.

Spiritual root detection stone?

Can illiterate people understand the "Spiritual Fundamental Self Theory" written by the ancestor of inspiration?
Could it be that...this kid thinks he is a hidden spirit root?

Thinking of this, Jiang Liang couldn't help but smile.

Little donkey, little donkey, what are you thinking about?

Hidden spirit root...

how can that be possible!
Jiang Liang's smile had not yet appeared, but it suddenly solidified.

He thought of Xia Ming's terrifying spiritual speed and the strength of his soul that surpassed ordinary people.

Could it be possible...he really has hidden spiritual roots!

Jiang Liang clenched his fists as he murmured the words "Yin Ling Gen".

So what about the hidden spirit roots!

Is the Hidden Spirit Root better than an obedient little donkey?
Who in the Dahe Sect doesn't know that the handyman disciples are like cattle and horses.

How can a monk step out among the cattle and horses!
With a cold snort, Jiang Liang's figure disappeared directly into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)