Chapter 232 Silence
The sky is bright.
The dark mist in the evening disappears in the last syllables of Ding's morning bell in the northern setting.
The light beams of the morning sun are scattered over the Beiluoshan Mountain, making the maple leaves on the Beiluoshan Mountain look golden.
The shadows dispersed, and the sides of the depression quickly became brighter.
In the small courtyard, sunlight spreads through the gaps in the big locust tree, illuminating the bluestone slabs with many mottled cracks.
The small courtyard that originally had a decaying atmosphere has been completely renewed.
Although it still looks dilapidated, at least it is not as gloomy as it was at the beginning.
Ding Xie turned his back to the patio and sat at the table in the middle hall.
After all, I didn't take action last night. I was at least looking for information and knowing myself and the enemy.
So Ding Xie and Tu Shanjun later returned to the small courtyard from the Houshan Ancestral Hall.
After returning, Ding Xie handed a thin booklet to Tu Shanjun.
‘Spiritual Demon Death-Enduring Technique. ’
It is indeed homologous to the blood killing technique.
Counting the spirit-demon fusion technique he initially acquired, Tushanjun has mastered three evil techniques.
These techniques can only be described as weird.
The Fusion Foundation Technique has huge limitations but can quickly create Qi Practitioners in batches.
And this technique can actually keep the physical body active after death.
Even if the Yin Shen is destroyed, the physical body left in the human world can still move.
Tushanjun has just come into contact with the death-resistant technique and has only scratched the surface of it. He is not a genius, so he cannot master all the spells at a glance.
On the desk are thick jade slips, all of which are records related to the ghost.
Ding Xie flipped through it very quickly. With the discernment and mental power of a foundation-building monk, these were just drizzle.
Tu Shanjun was sitting on the other side of the table, also looking at the jade slips.
In fact, I didn't feel that much of a violation at first, but then I started to feel a little strange.
The ancestor of the Ding family didn't seem to actively resist, so he let the two of them go to the forbidden area of the ancestral hall.
"Brother Ding, do you think your ancestor took that spiritual liquid?"
Tu Shanjun suddenly mentioned it.
Ding Xie's movements paused, and his serious expression changed a bit.
He frowned slightly and said, "That makes sense!"
…
Even if you ask the other party, you may not be able to tell.
It doesn't matter whether you take it or not.
Based on the old guy's caution, he probably didn't take any food.
Maybe the other party just wanted to use their help to get rid of this serious problem for the Ding family.
After all, the spiritual liquid is different, but the spirit demon death-resistant technique is a real and profound technique, and it is not connected with the so-called magic weapon, which is enough to serve as the foundation of the town clan.
All in all, you should still be on guard when you should be on guard.
There is also a Jindan Yin Shen in the soul flag. Although his strength has regressed a lot compared to his life, he is still a master of the first level of Jindan, and he can serve as a backup ally.
…
Another day to go.
There were not many jade slips about that thing, and the two of them almost tore them apart day and night.
In the end, a way to defeat it with force was determined.
This is also because I want to find some evidence to endorse this behavior.
When doing things, there is a big difference between having confidence in your heart and not having it in your heart.
It's a pity that I couldn't find the trace of this thing.
Without the details of the foot, it is difficult to prescribe the right medicine.
In fact, you should ask people from the Lingmo Sect. After all, the seals on the wine bottles are the Lingmo Sect's spells. Their people might know how to crack this thing.
The complicated thoughts were easily dismissed by Tu Shanjun.
If you ask the Lingmo Sect about this matter, they are just meat buns beating dogs, and they will never come back.
Besides, there are no channels.
So it was just a scene in my mind, and it was treated as a crooked idea, a bad idea.
We still have to wait for the daylight to end.
The two took their seats.
Tu Shanjun twisted the pages and looked through the scroll in his hand.
They looked at each other in silence, leaving only the sound of rustling books.
a long time.
"Bata."
Big tears fell on the jade slip.
What followed was like the beans were poured out.
Even though Tu Shanjun was sitting opposite Ding Xie, he still seemed not to notice him and made no movement.
They say that men don't talk about tears easily, but in fact they just haven't reached the sad point yet.
At this time, any words are useless and any actions can only increase embarrassment.
The best thing is to do nothing, act as if nothing happened, and just keep doing what you need to do.
Everything is just silent crying.
I don’t know how long it took, but most of the jade slips were wet.
Ding Xie wiped away his tears and did not stop what he was doing.
Neither of them spoke, still waiting quietly for nightfall to fall.
This time there was only a group of three people left.
The elders of the Ding family are waiting on the other side.
Even the clan elders who originally followed them into the ancestral hall backed down.
They didn't take the initiative to go there even if the ancestor of the Ding family didn't ask.
When other family members asked what happened, they remained silent and did not give any answers.
In fact, they didn't know how to talk about this matter at all, and with their ancestor's request, they could only let the matter rot in their stomachs.
Maybe after the ancestor and the strange ghost cultivator kill the ghosts in the ancestral hall, they can talk about this matter as a casual conversation.
Forget about this stall now.
The matter has not yet settled, and I don’t know if it will end safely.
After walking again, they were already familiar with the road. As the formation opened, the three of them returned to this ancestral hall.
Ding Chuanli looked at Tu Shanjun, then looked at Ding Xie, slightly cupped his hands and said: "Anyway, thank you fellow Taoist for your help. The Ding family appreciates the kindness of fellow Taoist."
Ding Xie has become more and more indifferent to his family members since he left home last time. Even if he knew that his ancestor was paying tribute to Tu Shanjun at this time, Ding Xie took a step aside without saying anything.
Tu Shanjun returned the favor and said, "Please do your best, fellow Taoist Ding."
Since someone greets you with a smile, it's not easy to reach out and hit him. Instead, he should simply return the favor politely. As for the so-called favor, Tushanjun just listens to it.
Whether it was his cultivation of the golden elixir or the relationship between Banner Master and the Ding family, they had nothing that needed the Ding family's help.
As long as the Ding family doesn't go to Yangcheng to report their location, Tushanjun will burn incense.
The ancestor of the Ding family nodded.
This thing in the ancestral hall has been raised for too long and has become a future trouble. They will definitely do their best to kill it.
Although Ding Xie offended Tu Shanjun by accident, at least they are still on the same front now, and they should go all out.
Take incense and add incense.
As the clear smoke floated up, there was a drink.
"Edict!"
The seal is formed.
The mana turned into rays of light and shot out on the formation, like the spiritual positions of the mountains moving, quickly moving to both sides.
"Keng!"
The sound of chains being dragged was heard.
"Boom."
The patio above has already been opened, waiting for the moonlight above to shine down.
Before coming here, Tu Shanjun was worried about Ding Xie's condition. If he was concerned about it, it would be better not to take action. Now it seems to be pretty good.
The voice is already close, waiting for the moonlight to guide it.
At this time, dark clouds floated overhead, covering half of the light.
Tushanjun's eyes are filled with golden light.
The fingernail scratched, and a drop of blood was stimulated from the patio and turned into blood.
A bang exploded in the sky, scattering the clouds.
Reconnect with the moonlight.
Draped on the ghost's body, it reveals its tall figure.