Underworld Ghost Soldiers, Sign In The Book Of Life And Death At The Beginning

Chapter 102

Jufeng is the highest point of Laoshan near the sea.

From a distance, the giant peaks are like white jade, thousands of steep cliffs, straight into the clouds. There are thousands of Sword Qi rushing into the sky, and millions of jade dragons soaring; The next moment, there is endless wind, and thunderclouds surging; vaguely, there are faint wisps of dailan, and the brilliance is lingering. The end is extremely spectacular.

Surrounding this huge peak all the way, there are rolling mountains, looming in the sea of ​​clouds, light and shadow one after another, and the weather is endless.

Until the back mountain, it was another scene.

The clouds and mist that have been shrouded by Jufeng for thousands of years have stopped in the back mountains. Flowing clouds and waterfalls, clear springs meandering, are scattered and scattered, just like a paradise.

Follow the gravel path all the way down from the back mountain, the scenery is even more quiet, and halfway up the mountain, a large area of ​​open space is excavated out of thin air, stretching into the belly of the mountain. It is the location of Laoshan Taoist Temple.

The sky was bright, Lin Baixuan stood in front of the Taoist temple, looking from a distance, only to see the light blue like ocean tide emerging in the sky, turning into a sea of ​​clouds.

In the middle of the sea of ​​clouds, a shining round of scorching sun suddenly revealed its true body, looming in the sea of ​​clouds.

“Although Spiritual Qi is meager, it is already a rare blessing in this continent!”

Seeing the landscape of Laoshan clearly, Lin Baixuan whispered to himself.

A middle-aged Daoist walked towards him and said, “Why are you still here? Why don’t you go to pick water and cut wood?”

Lin Baixuan agreed with a pleasing eyebrow, and then hurriedly turned into the back mountain with the hatchet in his hand.

This is already the third day he came to Taoist temple.

Originally, according to the old Qinghua Taoist, he was asked to go down the mountain early the next morning. He soaked softly and hard, but for some reason, the old way changed his mind and let him stay as a handyman temporarily.

Carrying a pile of firewood, Lin Baixuan returned to the backyard of the Taoist temple with a hatchet, but his eyes were attracted by the fight in the small square not far away.

“That’s the brothers are practicing!” A 13 or 14-year-old Taoist showed a hint of envy, “Don’t look at them as if they don’t have Immortal Ascension yet, but they are all good at picking one out of a hundred. Put it outside, just casually. They are all top-notch characters.”

“Brother, let’s go and see how about it?”

The little Daoist was completely relaxed by Lin Baixuan’s “senior brother” and said with a smile: “Since you have come to our Laoshan Taoist Temple, you will be one of them in the future. Now you can see it, but you have to stand farther to avoid those brothers. Our Sword Qi hurt you!”

Lin Baixuan smiled slightly without answering, and the two of them walked towards the small square.

These disciples were all wearing gray robes. Lin Baixuan took a look and immediately judged: Most of these disciples were Cultivation Bases during the Qi training period. Only the middle-aged Daoist who took the lead was the Gold Core early stage, which was considered pretty good. s level.

Since the Heavenly Dog riot, Yin Si has become an eventful autumn, and Lin Baixuan’s opponents are almost all outstanding powerhouses.

Whether it is Mu Qianlian, Dingguang Huanxi Buddha, Roaring Heavenly Dog, or the traitor Hong Jin, Cultivation Technique has its own uniqueness. Even the first opponent that he faces, the tree demon grandmother, is also a hard monster body and extremely cultivation. There are rules.

Getting used to these higher-level methods of Cultivation Base, and then watching these ordinary Taoist priests, made him really not interested.

Lin Baixuan glanced at the little Taoist priest beside him, saw his frenzied face, stared at the disciples who were competing, and wished he jumped into the court.

A middle-aged Daoist in Tsing Yi saw the two of them stop and watch. He frowned and strode over.

He is about forty years old, tall and strong. Seeing him walking over, the little Taoist trembled all over, pulling Lin Baixuan back again and again.

“Mingkong, what are you doing here? Who is this?” the big man asked in a deep voice.

“Nothing, nothing…” The little Taoist shook his hand again and again, “This is a new handyman, I’m about to bring him to Houshan…”

“The new handyman?” The big man looked at Lin Baixuan a few times and nodded his head. “Where is there any handyman in Laoshan Taoist Temple? It must be another arrangement by the master. In that case, I will ask you, before you go up the mountain, you can Have you ever practiced any martial arts?”

Seeing Lin Baixuan’s silence, the little Taoist hurriedly pushed him and said in a low voice, “This is Brother Mingcheng, who is responsible for training and tempering disciples!”

“Practicing a little!” Lin Baixuan hesitated and replied, “I practiced a little Taoist Five Elements mental method, a few tricks of Outer Sect horizontal training…Oh, there are some Internal martial arts Cultivation Techniques…”

The conscience of heaven and earth, Lin Baixuan didn’t say a little bit of lies this time. “Five Elements Celestial Immortals Technique” is definitely an authentic Five Elements magic technique. “Tsing Dadong Zhenjing” is also the inner martial arts secret technique of Biyou Palace. As for “Nine Cycles Xuan Gong”… it should be regarded as the Outer Sect exercise technique, but how can it be regarded as the Internal martial arts Secret Technique?

“Yeah!” Senior Brother Mingcheng nodded, staring at Lin Baixuan carefully, “Seeing that there is no vitality fluctuation in your body, you must not have a sense of breath. But other ordinary Cultivation Techniques are naturally not as good as our Laoshan Taoist mentality. Now that you have entered Taoism, I will pass you some introductory mental methods in a few days, and then see how your qualifications are!”

“As for you!” Mingcheng Daoist turned his head and stared at the little Taoist sternly, “Ming Kong, you have practiced the introductory mentality for more than half a year, but you still have no sense of breath. If there is no progress after half a year, I’m afraid there is no waste in the Taoist temple!”

“Yes!” The little Taoist nodded dejectedly.

“Yo, new here?” A few young Daoist who had been taking a break came over and said with a hippie smile, “Brother, what level of Cultivation Base is this little brother?”

“What are you doing?” Mingcheng Daoist said with a sullen face, “Practicing the exercises honestly, newcomers getting started, these few days are the time to watch the competition. If you lose your Face, be careful I interrupt your dog legs!”

“What are you doing with that energy?” One of them said with a grin. “We have been here for three or four years, and we usually practice the ability to sharpen our muscles and strengthen our breath. We will go down the mountain in the future, which is the life of a nursing home. …”

“Nonsense!” Mingcheng Daoist shouted, “Our master is a real fairy, I saw it with my own eyes five years ago!”

“Oh?” Lin Baixuan suddenly became interested, and asked with a smile, “Senior brother, what did you see?”

“Huh! Say it and open your eyes!” Seeing everyone shouting, Mingcheng Daoist hesitated and said slowly, “That year, I went down the mountain with Master, and I was accompanied by a junior. Eight or nine years old. Traveled all the way to Jinan Prefecture…”

“Master heard that the local magistrates were so happy, so he told us that he would teach those officials a lesson. He pretended to be magicians playing tricks, and then took us to the lobby, deliberately saying that he could make peaches!”

“It was in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the dripping water turned into ice. Those local officials did not believe it, so the master bet with them, with a hundred gold as a capital. Then he threw a rope, and my younger brother climbed up, from the queen mother’s flat peach I stole a big peach from the garden…”

Halfway through the story, Lin Baixuan already understood.

Strange Stories from Liao Zhai-“Stealing Peach”!