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Chapter 8 The Art of Suppressing Mountains (Please read and collect)
  The bamboo slips were taken over by Taoist Yucheng.

After Wu Laodao threw out the bamboo slips, he clasped his fists at Taoist Yucheng and said, "Two Taoist friends, I hope we can make tea and discuss Taoism together in the future!" After that, he turned and left without looking back.

Wang Ping and Taoist Yucheng, master and apprentice, stared at Wu Laodao's back until he disappeared from their sight.

"It's the mountain-holding technique of the underground cave gate." Taoist Yucheng handed the bamboo slip to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping took the bamboo slip and was about to observe it when the densely packed text on the bamboo slip flashed with an earthy yellow light and disappeared into the center of his eyebrows in the blink of an eye. The sleeping Yu Lian suddenly opened his eyes and wrapped around Wang Ping's left side. He looked at his arm suspiciously, found nothing wrong, and returned to his wrist to sleep.

As the earthy yellow light sank into Wang Ping's eyebrows, a memory about the mountain-suppressing technique was engraved in his spiritual sea. Taoist Yucheng next to him warned: "If you go out in the future, don't casually observe other monks' things, otherwise it will be very dangerous. It’s easy to follow.”

"Yes, Master!"

Wang Ping woke up from the surprise of getting a new spell and broke into a cold sweat. If Wu Laodao had the intention to harm him and carve some crazy memories, he might have gone crazy now.

"Experience the mountain-suppressing technique carefully for yourself. This is the Xuanmen method, and it is most suitable for suppressing monsters." After speaking, Taoist Yucheng turned and walked towards his house.

Wang Ping took a step back and sat on the stone bench, carefully put the bamboo slips in his arms, and recalled the memory of the mountain-suppressing technique. As expected, a new attribute panel popped up:

[The art of suppressing mountains: Xuanmen Zhengfa, mobilizing the power of the earth's veins to suppress all things. You need to be marked by the spirit of the earth's veins to use this method. You have been marked by the spirit of the earth's veins. This method does not require practice. It only needs to be set in meditation. A spellcasting maneuver. 】

[Note: With your current ability, you can only use it twice a day. 】

There is a lot of information in this guide, but Wang Ping currently knows little about this world, and it is meaningless to think too much. After thinking for a while, he put his index and middle fingers together, pointed to an open space outside the courtyard gate, and issued an order: "town!"

"puff!"

The air exploded where Wang Ping pointed, and a wave of air appeared out of thin air from top to bottom, shaking the ground into a shallow pit with a diameter of more than one foot.

"Is it that simple?" He subconsciously took out the bamboo slips given to him by Wu Laodao.

"click"

A crack appeared in the middle of the bamboo slip. Before Wang Ping could react, it shattered from the middle. With a soft sound, it shattered into a pile of slag.

Wang Ping frowned slightly and thought of many questions in his mind. Just when he was about to fall into a dead end, his left thumb felt a slight sting, which woke him up from his chaotic thoughts. When he lowered his head, he saw Yu Lian biting her gently. his fingers.

"What are you doing?" Yulian asked in Wang Pingling's sea.

"It's nothing."

Wang Ping stood up, gathered up the broken bamboo slips on the ground, and threw them into the stove nearby. Then he walked out of the small courtyard and looked at the pit made by using the mountain-holding technique.

If this spell were used on ordinary people, it would crush them into meat patties in an instant!
  Thinking of the bad scene, Wang Ping felt a little chilly. Yulian wrapped around Wang Ping's wrist again and looked at Wang Ping curiously. After confirming that there was nothing strange, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

...

After Taoist Yucheng came back, Wang Ping's life returned to the previous two points and one line.

Three months passed by in a hurry.

Last month, Liu Zixiu, who was in charge of the front hall affairs, came to Taoist Yucheng and wanted to completely divide the Taoist temple into the front hall and the inner gate instead of just talking about it. Taoist Yucheng agreed without much thought.

Three days ago, the temple was officially divided into the front hall and the inner gate. The front hall was handed over to the management of three Taoist priests who were willing to join Qianmu Temple and were responsible for preaching and recruiting disciples of Qianmu Temple.

The inner sect is completely free from work and practice, and has three deacons. One is responsible for managing the assets of the Taoist temple, one is responsible for housekeeping, and the other is responsible for preaching and solving doubts.

Currently, the three deacons are Li Tianan, Liu Zixiu and Mao Yulong. This year's winter seems to be colder than last year, and many places have been affected by disasters. The Yongshan County government does not even dare to collect corvees during the slack season, for fear of riots if it is too forced.

During the off-season in winter, many people from nearby villages go to Qianmuguan, where they can stay in the warm courtyard for a whole day just by burning incense. Occasionally, they can also drink a bowl of dried vegetable soup at noon.

The county clerk specially built a notice board in the courtyard of the Taoist temple, and occasionally posted some notices. The most important notice after winter this year is: starting from next year, the cultivation of wheat will be banned in the south, and rice will be fully developed. , and it was also changed to three types a year.

To this end, the imperial court specially formulated a new almanac to guide the southern provinces when to plant rice.

There was a lot of discussion for a while.

None of this matters much to Wang Ping, who is a Qing cultivator. He has reached a critical stage in his Qi training and may develop the Qi Sea at any time.

When the Spring Festival was approaching, Taoist Yucheng asked Wang Ping to stop practicing and then calm down and recuperate.

Wang Ping followed his master's advice. After he reached the progress of Qi training (99/100), he couldn't calm down every time he practiced.

The twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month.

When Wang Ping woke up in the morning, he seemed to feel something, so he did a fortune telling for himself.

When it was almost noon, Wang Ping, who was meditating, was awakened by the sound of heavy footsteps. Yu Lian, who had grown to about one foot, also opened her eyes, and a head popped out of the warm sleeves.

"What a strange smell!" she asked.

"It smells like wine!"

Wang Ping stood up and pushed out the door, looking out of the courtyard. Three senior brothers were walking in the front, followed by Su Dun and Wang Kang. Behind them were several strong men carrying a half-foot-high wine jar.

"Haha, senior brother, I'm here to fulfill my promise." Su Dun pointed at the wine vat behind him like a treasure, with a sly smile on his face.

"I made a divination this morning and said that I would have a happy event coming to my door. It turned out that this was what I was talking about!" Wang Ping smiled unconsciously on his face.

"Come on, come on, my father has already entangled the master in the front hall. We will not come home until we get drunk today!" When Su Dun was talking, the three senior brothers pushed open the courtyard door.

In the blink of an eye, the stone table was filled with food, and most of it was meat.

"I'm hungry…"

Yulian's voice echoed in Wang Ping's spiritual sea, and then her little head emerged from Wang Ping's sleeves, but she didn't dare to come out completely. Her current cultivation level was still shallow and she was still a little afraid of the cold.

Wang Ping picked up a piece of roast mutton and handed it to Yu Lian, which startled Su Dun next to him. He was most afraid of snakes in his life.

Su Dun's exclamation caught Yu Lian's attention, and she deliberately spit out the snake letter at Su Dun, and then said in Wang Ping's spiritual sea: "He is afraid of me, so interesting!"

"What is this..."

"Don't make a fuss, her name is Yu Lian and she is a spiritual snake." Wang Ping introduced Su Dun.

"The legendary spiritual snake that can distinguish between good and evil?" Su Dun's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

The three senior brothers who knew the truth looked envious when they saw Yu Lian, and then their eyes fell on the wine vat. Finally, Mao Yulong stood up to fill the wine for everyone.

(End of this chapter)