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

Chapter 213 The wilderness is blissful

There were more than ten people in the group, and they looked like they were traveling demon slayers.

It is said that they are demon slayers, but in fact they are basically warriors, or mortals who have acquired unique talents after eating some heavenly and earthly treasures, and there are no immortal cultivators.

With the Yang Qi and blood in his body, it is still no problem to kill the little monsters and monsters that have just transformed into monsters.

The group of people took off their bamboo hats and put them upright at the door. When they opened the door and saw that the temple had a strong style of visiting the Wuzhuang, they suddenly looked slightly relaxed.

After all, Weiyu Mountain is not too far from Wuzhuang Temple, so there are probably no monsters or monsters that would dare to do evil here.

There were broken tables and chairs on both sides, all of which were good dry firewood.

But no one moved it. Instead, they fetched cypress branches that were still slightly moist from the corner.

This was left by the people who stayed in the temple before.

If nothing unexpected happens, this group of demon slayers will be able to see the sun tomorrow.

They will also find some cypress branches and dry firewood outside to leave for the next person staying in the temple.

Just follow some rules and continue.

A bonfire was lit, wet clothes were dried, and a dozen people ate around the fire.

"I forgot the idea so much that I traveled eight hundred miles overnight, but my employer died before I even got the job."

"Many people died in yesterday's earthquake. I heard that someone offended the immortal, and the immortal punished them."

"Bullshit robbery and punishment, how deep is the Taoism required for such a big battle? It can't be the pain in the balls of some Nascent Soul True Lord, right?

I think these immortal cultivators are all selfish and have nothing to gain. They have no benefit, so how could they cause an earthquake? "

"Be careful! Trouble comes from your mouth. How do you know if there are any immortal cultivators nearby who are eavesdropping?"

Everyone fell silent. They claimed to eliminate monsters, but not to mention immortal cultivators, even when faced with slightly more powerful monsters, it was difficult for them to protect themselves.

It's nothing more than asking for food in this turbulent year.

dong dong dong...

suddenly,

The sound of rapid footsteps came from outside the temple.

The demon exterminators suddenly looked solemn and quickly extinguished the bonfire with sand and stones. They took a deep breath and hid in the shadows of the temple with their weapons in hand.

After a few breaths, the temple door was pushed open again.

Three herb collectors carrying bamboo bags, holding mountain axes, and red ropes wrapped around their waists ran into the temple and locked the door tightly with their backhands. Their faces were as pale as paper, their expressions were frightened, and their pupils seemed to be severely frightened, and they became dilated. .

"Who are you?"

A cold voice suddenly came from behind the puppet statue.

The three herb collectors were so frightened that their legs weakened and they fell to the ground.

Under the dim moonlight, the three of them saw the demon slayer who was gradually outflanking and walking towards them, their voices trembled,

"We are mountain people from Fuyu County, and we go into the mountains to collect medicine."

"What happened to you? Are you so rude?"

When the three of them heard this, they looked at each other and hesitated but did not speak.

Click!

The sword was taken off its sheath, and a tall man with half his face disfigured, leaving only his black eyes hanging out, walked up to the three of them and stood pointing at the sword.

"Say!"

The fierce aura rushed towards the face and enveloped the three of them instantly.

The three herb collectors trembled, and one of them boldly said immediately,

"Spare your life, brave man! It's not a secret, but a worry. I'm worried that it will hold a grudge and implicate all the brave men!"

"He? Who is he?" The tall man frowned.

"It's the bones of a grave!"

Because of fear, the herb collector half-knelt on the ground, supporting his upper body with his hands. His wet hair hung down, and water droplets flowed along the messy hair to the ground, spreading to form traces like water snakes.

All the way to the outside of the temple, it seemed like he was pointing the way to something.

"While I was collecting herbs in the mountains, I came across a white skeleton, which seemed to have been washed away by the earthquake and rain and exposed in the fields, so I dug the ground and buried it." "Who knows..."

This man's eyes were trembling, and his voice was even more aggrieved.

"This white bone is actually angry because of this and wants to take revenge on us!

They say that the ground is wet, cold and boring, but it managed to dig out the soil and escape, and is very happy in the wilderness. We bury it in the soil indiscriminately, ruining its many years of hard work, and will kill us! "

"what?"

When all the demon slayers heard this, their expressions were dumbfounded.

You know, these demon slayers who travel all over the world, encounter nameless corpses and piles of bones on the way, and out of pity, they habitually bury them in the ground.

Never thought that the original owner of the bones and bones would be willing to say this!

call……

A strong wind blew in from nowhere.

Roll up the sparks in the campfire brazier.

Large dark clouds completely covered the waning moon.

The whole world fell into deep darkness, and it was impossible to see even one's fingers.

Behind everyone, I don't know if it was an hallucination, but there was a sudden chill, as if something was sticking behind them, blowing cold air into their necks.

"At the end of the Ancient Stone Mountain, the Dry Bone Well deep in the valley..."

The babbling sound was like the sound of opera singing, coming from far away from outside the temple.

Everyone's backs were suddenly covered in sweat.

The demon-slayer's energy and blood, which were originally strong and yang, were suppressed by the yin energy, making them dull and stiff, shrinking in the body, and not obeying orders.

"The iron seal was recovered and buried in the ground, and the rust became a monster."

The sound got closer and closer, and seemed to be right outside the door.

In an instant, everyone stopped moving, staring straight at the door, and their feet and stomachs were shaking like a sieve.

"The lonely spring platform calls for you all over the place tonight. I see it dimly, with a ghostly light shining through it, revealing my peach blossom face..."

Finally, a slender but white bone palm rested on the temple door.

The joints are eroded by wind and rain, and there is still blood-colored dirt hidden there.

"So, you are all here, so come down and stay with me..."

A slightly playful voice came, but everyone's eyes only revealed fear and despair.

"Ugh……"

Suddenly, a sigh came.

"Excellent, do you want to gain fame?"

Whoosh!

A branch was violently thrown out from the cold wind outside.

The strong wind tore through the toppling rain curtain, and a long passage appeared all the way from the dense forest to under the eaves of the temple.

The branch passed by quickly, as if something hard had penetrated it, making a crisp sound.

thump!

A white-bone spirit with human height and slender bones, which seemed to be a female corpse, suddenly fell to the ground and landed in front of everyone.

The howling wind blew in from the fully opened temple door.

In the distance, someone seemed to be holding a lantern in the night rain.

With the flickering lights, everyone saw in shock.

There was a man in white clothes, holding a lantern, floating down like the wind from the sky above the woods, and landed in front of the temple gate. The strong wind in the night made his white clothes flutter.

The wind and rain cannot come close, and even the wick of the lantern is dry and burning slowly.

Behind him was the silvery rain, falling into the puddles and creating waves.

In front of him was a boneless spirit lying motionless, seemingly dead again.

Li Qinglin raised the lantern, blew out a breath, and extinguished the lantern.

Then he smiled and said to everyone,

"We are destined to meet each other. I also want to spend the night here tonight, which will cause trouble."

(End of this chapter)