It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 111 Shangdong Yunjiu Soul Notes
  The brave ones looked outside and saw the shadow of a beautiful tiger running in the courtyard.

And above the big tiger, there is a human figure, riding a tiger and holding a sword, his eyes are like lightning, just one slash!
  In an instant, the Yin Qi in the courtyard was split open, fierce sword lights and tiger roars scattered in all directions, and the evil aura was as awe-inspiring as real substance.

Boom!

A shrill scream sounded.

Everyone's expressions were dull, and there was only a loud noise, and there was no more negative energy in the courtyard.

The moonlight is like water, and the stars are like buckets.

The figure riding a tiger and holding a sword flew into the fangs on the door, and disappeared in a flash of light.

Huya moved automatically without wind, and eventually calmed down.

When everyone saw this, they were stunned for a long time.

The next day.

Li Qinglin found a steamed bun shop outside Gaofu. While eating steamed buns, he asked the people who were having breakfast if there was anything going on in Gaofu last night.

The tiger's fangs contained a drop of Li Qinglin's precious blood.

As he swallowed the Yun Shen Dao Ji Pill, Li Qinglin felt that his soul was getting bigger and bigger, and he could even hide a trace of his soul in his blood, showing his martial arts will.

But there are still many limitations, such as it must be placed on objects, and the higher the spirituality of the objects, the better.

Moreover, the retention time is short, and it can last up to half a month as time washes away.

And if it inspires divine will, it will quickly exhaust its power and become mortal blood.

"Relaxing and recuperating my mind, am I recuperating in another sense now?"

"It's just that the soul is soaring too fast, and it feels a little frivolous and has no solid foundation. The scriptures recited by the Taoist with long eyebrows seem to be immortal scriptures? Can you borrow them to read..."

After listening to the gossip from my friend, there was indeed something strange in Gao Mansion yesterday.

First there was a strong wind, then there were dark clouds, and finally there were roaring tigers and magic sword-wielding soldiers.

Li Qinglin nodded silently, helped him pay for the meal, and knocked on the door of Gao Mansion.

Unexpectedly, everyone in Gaofu seemed to have been waiting for Li Qinglin for a long time.

Gao Jingshu greeted her personally. She stayed up all night last night and was a little haggard now, looking pitiful to me.

As soon as Li Qinglin entered the door, he saw Gao Kuo, naked to the waist, carrying thorns on his back, half-kneeling in front of him.

"Yesterday, I was ignorant of Mount Tai and neglected Li Tixing! Please forgive me!"

Li Qinglin was about to speak.

Then he saw Gao Juren also looking apologetic and bowing to Li Qinglin.
  "My dear nephew, I left this treasure to ward off evil spirits yesterday. Otherwise, I would have been poisoned by that evil spirit all over my house. Please be respectful to me!"

Li Qinglin naturally did not want to accept this gift, so he helped Gao Kuo up and motioned Gao Kuo to stand up.

Gao Jiren lowered his voice and asked in Li Qinglin's ear,

"My dear nephew, I wonder if the evil spirit is going to be killed? I vaguely feel that the evil spirit is supported by someone behind the scenes. Now that he has taken action, he must kill them all!"

Li Qinglin nodded and looked at the tiger fang hanging in front of the door.

He was also vaguely aware of the tiger's fang display last night, but it seemed that he had only driven the evil spirit away, but not completely killed it.

The altar in the courtyard has long been demolished.

But the Taoist with long eyebrows may have been seriously injured. He is still awake and lying in the arms of a boy.

When Li Qinglin saw this, his tone was faint,

"Taoist priest has worked hard and achieved great results, but he is still suffering from the evil backlash. Why don't you invite me to the punishment department to recuperate?"

"No, no, no."

The long-browed Taoist opened his eyes suddenly, sat up slowly, and smiled.

He had been reciting Huang Ting Sutra for many years, and his spirit was different from ordinary people. In fact, he had woken up long ago, and even squinted his eyes and saw the phantom of the tiger's teeth appearing last night.

But he was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to face the crowd.

Now that Li Qinglin had revealed it, he could no longer pretend.

"Please also ask the Taoist Master to tell you exactly what happened yesterday, and don't hide anything." Li Qinglin said.

The long-browed Taoist hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and told everything from Gao Li to adding money to the blood-haired red-eyed ghost.

"About ten feet tall, with bloody hair and red eyes, holding a skeleton in his hands..."

Listening to that evil look, Li Qinglin vaguely thought of something.

Such Li Qinglin had already gone to Amen, reading many ancient books, and even Jasper Yuan Chan eavesdropped on Ming Jingjing's sermons.

This ghost is somewhat similar to the skull god that was popular in southern Xinjiang during the Dajie period, as recorded in "Huhai News Yijian Xuzhi".

The ghosts that come here are raised by humans, and the 'materials' for refining are all children under ten years old.

After a demon abducted a child, he poured French vinegar from the top to the heel every day, and all the joints and veins were nailed, which was extremely cruel.

After his death, he collects his withered bones and picks up his soul. He can come and go without a trace, and he can report events in his ears. He is called the Skull God.

It's just that this refining method was too cruel, and was severely punished by Dajie. Even the cultivators who created this method were executed in succession.

To this day, I don’t know who has acquired the inheritance of evil magic, or picked up some magic weapon...

Thinking of this, Li Qinglin's eyes turned cold. Without seeing anything, he could still see a ghostly aura leaving Gao Mansion and drifting in a certain direction.

As for Gao Juren, when he heard that Gao Li actually added money to 'make a fuss' with his old bone, he suddenly became furious, and his eyes instantly became bloodshot.
  "Come here, tie up this traitor! Whip him thirty feet, take back his pawnshop, strip him naked, and drive him out of the house!"

It was obvious that Gao Jiren was really angry.

Gao Li still wanted to struggle, but was captured by Gao Kuo.

Seeing this farce, a boy was alert and immediately said,

"Everyone, my immortal master was defeated by the evil spirits and his magic power was broken. He must go back and meditate immediately. If there is anything else to do, let's talk about it another day."

Upon hearing this, Taoist Changmei immediately reacted and started to leave.

Tired of holding people high, he waved his hand, not wanting to keep this person any longer.

So a group of boy warriors packed up their belongings and rushed out of the door with long-browed Taoist priests on their faces.

Li Qinglin took off the tiger's fangs and smeared them with essence and blood again. He declined Gao Jiren's request to host a banquet and said that the fangs did not need to be wiped but hung in front of the door.

This time, no one in the house, including Gao Jiren, looked down upon him at all.

The high-ranking man carefully took the tiger's fangs and bowed before he could bear it. Li Qinglin didn’t say much and left with his knife in his hand.

Gao Jingshu stood in front of the door, with a silver hairpin stuck in her bun. Her plain clothes and wide-sleeved skirt could not block the proud undulating peaks.

She looked far away at Li Qinglin's back and never came back to her senses.

The maid next to her saw this and asked softly,

"Miss is really discerning. If she hadn't helped Mr. Li by issuing a hospital guide that day, maybe today..."

Gao Jingshu didn't speak.

If at the beginning, she did have the intention to get to know Junjie in advance and invest in the future.

But after many months of contact, I gradually became familiar with Li Qinglin.

Until last night, she was alone, standing in the thick Yin Qi.

In front of the blood-haired and red-eyed ghost, a figure came riding a tiger and holding a sword.

The light of the sword was like the light of dawn that split open the darkness in her heart.

She was vaguely confused about her own thoughts.

Her heart was in chaos.

……

Out of the inner city.

The Taoist boys seemed to be lifted up by the breeze at their feet, and they could not even catch their breath as they ran for dozens of miles. They could not even keep up with the horses on the street.

Seeing that Gao Mansion was completely out of sight, Taoist Changmei immediately became lively and urged again and again,

"Just keep a close eye when you get back! I left the city overnight and went to the neighboring Luoshui County to avoid the limelight. If anyone comes looking for me, just say I'm not here!"

The Taoist warriors all said yes.

Thinking back to the divine thought of riding a tiger and holding a sword last night, Taoist Chang Mei shuddered.

He has also come into contact with many spiritual masters, but few have such methods. They are so mysterious that they are almost like immortals!
  "Li Qinglin? How can the power of this guy's soul be so powerful? I'm afraid he is no longer weak even though he is cultivating his soul!

But judging from his energy and blood, he is still a warrior at Suojing Pass! Weird! "

Seeing that we are getting further and further away from Gaofu.

The long-browed Taoist was relieved a little, and turned around, only to see a man wearing a python-patterned round-neck robe walking with a knife on the side of the road.

This person's steps were not very large, but he came forward with a calm and calm step.

Li Qinglin smiled softly and nodded.

The long-browed Taoist suddenly stopped as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime, and finally walked up to Li Qinglin like a mourner, cupped his hands and said,

"I wonder what Li Tixing's instructions are in person?"

Li Qinglin glanced at him and said,
  "May I ask, Master, where did you practice in the Immortal Mountain?"

Taoist Changmei didn't dare to hide it, and said: "Where can I have such an opportunity? I just received the inheritance from an immortal in my early years."

According to Taoist Changmei, the immortal he was talking about came from Tanzhe Ridge at the foot of the Three Mountains of Qingshitan. She called herself Taoist Suyun. However, she was attacked by fellow disciples and escaped. However, she still died of her injuries and fell into the wilderness. among.

The three mountains of Qingshitan are Qingxuling, Shiguangling, and Tanzheling. They are all fairy mountains that are inaccessible to ordinary people. There are foundation builders practicing in the mountains.

Li Qinglin remembered that the pair of mirror masters seemed to be from Qingxuling, a disciple named Chunji Daxiu.

Taoist Aunt Suyun and Chunji Daxiu seemed to be some kind of casual or desolate cultivators.

But they also established their own clan and formed alliances with each other, collectively known as the Three Mountains of Qingshitan.

Li Qinglin glanced at Taoist Changmei. He didn't know the secret that immortal martial arts cannot be practiced by others. He also regretted that he had not obtained the immortal cultivation technique, otherwise he would have already started cultivating immortality.

But he doesn't know that blessings and misfortunes lie in blessings. Once he acquires the technique of cultivating immortals, the realms of martial arts and immortality will be locked with each other, and there will be no hope of cultivation.

"I have always been eager to seek immortality. I wonder if I can take a look at Taoist Master's "Shangdong Yunji Hun Shen Zhu Shu"."

Hearing this, the long-browed Taoist priest smiled uglier than crying.

Nowadays, people are serving as slaves and others as fish and meat, so there is no reason for him to refuse.

As long as I could comfort myself, I would consider it as the price of my life last night, call the children to get paper and pen, use the strong man's broad back as a seat, pick up the pen and write.

After a while, nearly a thousand seal characters fell on the paper.

Li Qinglin took the scripture and looked at it carefully.

"The so-called gods are bright because of the gods. Therefore, the three lights are in the sky and all things are shining, and the hundreds of gods are in oneself and the five qi are prosperous..."

Li Qinglin recited the previous paragraph carefully and silently, and he felt as if he had a clear mind and clear thoughts.

This "Shangdong Yunji Soul Shen Zhushu" is not considered an immortal cultivation method, nor a magic spell, but it is some kind of immortal secret technique, which is closer to the truth of the great truth.

In Li Qinglin's opinion, it is extremely precious.

"I would also like to ask the Taoist priest not to leave the city and leave the temple in the near future. If Li recites Huangting high, he will inevitably encounter doubts and incomprehensible things, so he may not come to visit your temple."

When Taoist Changmei heard this, he was immediately dumbfounded. He didn't understand the meaning of knocking in Li Qinglin's words.

So he silently took the paper from Li Qinglin's hand and revised a few lines of handwriting with his pen.

"Is there more?" Li Qinglin was not annoyed at all, but continued to ask meaningfully.

"No more, no more, word for word!"

Li Qinglin nodded, put him in his arms, and suddenly asked curiously,
  "You bring so many boys and girls with you every time you travel, and you set up an altar to try your best. Can you really invite gods?"

Hearing this, Taoist Taoist Changmei coughed awkwardly and said,
  "That's not true, but for cultivators of my generation, the bigger the opening and the more manpower, don't they become more professional? Some things are not worth solving at once.

The rich people in the city like this, and when they see you alone, they think you are shabby. "

Hearing this, Li Qinglin laughed and shook his head, then headed towards the direction of the evil spirit left by the blood-haired ghost.

Looking at Li Qinglin's leaving figure.

The long-browed Taoist raised his eyes and looked around, suddenly feeling a bit sad in his heart.

So he told the group of Taoist warriors in a dull voice,
  "Let's go, look back and cancel this month's rituals. Fortunately, I also made a hundred taels of silver on this trip."

When a Taoist boy heard this, he said with a sigh of relief,

"Immortal, I was in a hurry just now, and I forgot to take the silver..."

(End of this chapter)