Chapter 53 Encounter on the Road
Wang Zijia has heard a lot of reputations as an undertaker. He is mysterious and mysterious, with all kinds of information intertwined. It is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and his understanding is not clear.
It is generally known that they are responsible for collecting corpses, encoffining, and burying corpses in the sect.
Moreover, I heard that after the great change of heaven and earth, the reason why Taoism was able to flourish again was that the undertaker had absolute merit and status.
Other than that, Wang Zijia only knew one well-known thing: Encourers rarely died alive, and most of them had unknown old age!
The Demon Suppressing Tower will be their destination!
In short, this profession is the most legendary among the various arts practiced today.
While thinking, Wang Zijia jumped off the paper kite. The kite turned into the size of a palm and landed on Wang Zijia's shoulder.
Wang Zijia took a step and started walking in the mountains. Because the cemetery is in the back mountain, he landed in the front mountain, so apart from being a little cold, he didn't feel any other discomfort.
The mountains and forests everywhere seemed to have been taken care of by people. Although they looked natural, they did not look deserted. Compared with the top scenic spots in the previous life, I don’t know how many times better it is.
The green mountains are green, the springs are tinkling, and the mountains are covered with mist. Coupled with the extremely rich spiritual energy, it makes people feel relaxed and happy. It is indeed a rare and good place.
The only drawback is that the temperature is a bit low, and with the background of the mountain cemetery, it seems a bit cold.
While Wang Zijia was sightseeing, he unknowingly stepped into a mountain trail. When he realized that it was a dead end, he had already seen a small forest courtyard at the end of the trail.
The small courtyard looked very elegant, and he originally wanted to take a look, but before he could get close, a skinny old man with an old face and yellow and sparse hair suddenly emerged from the courtyard.
Standing at the entrance of the courtyard, he didn't say anything, just stared at Wang Zijia blankly.
"Uh..." Seeing such a scene, Mu Ran made Wang Zijia, who was originally in a good mood, slightly sluggish, "Hello, senior, this disciple is here to receive the Dharma from the Sutra Pavilion!"
The old man said nothing, showed no reaction, and just stared at him. Looking at Wang Zijia's vest, he couldn't help but feel a little chilled.
He saluted him politely, then decisively turned around and left. The other person seemed motionless until his vision disappeared.
"I take back what I just said, this place doesn't seem to be that good!"
Returning to the previous fork in the road, Wang Zijia climbed upward again.
Still not taking the main road, wandering all the way up the mountains, not going out for a long time, it was rare to relax, Wang Zijia was very comfortable.
"Senior Brother, Master told you not to choose any path to burial, but you refused to listen. Now you know the consequences. Junior Brother, I can still drink to my heart's content, but you can only eat dirt down there."
"You have worked so hard for most of your life, for what?"
"In the end, it's just a handful of loess, and no monument can be erected!"
"Look at me, I eat well and drink well every day, and there are a lot of babies waiting for me down there."
"My talent is not as good as yours, my character is not as good as yours, and my cultivation is even worse than yours, but I live a more graceful and longer life than you. Are you angry?"
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As he approached the top of the mountain, Wang Zijia was attracted by a strange aroma of wine and met a second living creature.
He is still an old man, somewhat like a Confucian scholar, but a little unkempt. He is about fifty or sixty years old, and there is no fluctuation of mana in his body.
He was lying half in front of a mound, supporting his back with one arm and holding a gourd in the other hand. His eyes were hazy and drunken. As he chattered, he would raise his head and take a sip from time to time.
The crystal wine flew through the air, shining with bright spiritual light, and the rich aroma of wine spread along with the strange spiritual energy.
Wang Zijia took a few sips subconsciously and felt a little drunk.
He immediately stopped moving forward and looked at the old man in front of the mound from a distance, chattering. It looks like he's dancing on the opponent's grave?
By the way, is there a tomb in Qianshan?
In his thoughts, Wang Zijia was in a daze.
When he regained consciousness, he found that he didn't know when he was half-leaning on a tree by the road and fell asleep.
"Fuck!" As his consciousness returned, he suddenly woke up.
Looking around, it's still the same road. The difference is that the old man has disappeared, leaving only the lonely mound, and the sky has already reached the afternoon.
"Did I sleep for a long time? Just because of a few breaths of alcohol? What the hell?"
Wang Zijia was confused and felt something was wrong with her breath.
Cultivation: [Boy] Middle Stage (Twenty-five Years 2557/5000)
Spiritual Root: Special Earthly Spiritual Root
Kung Fu: Wanyu Basic Kung Fu
Talent: Spiritual Root Seed Demon
Spells: Clay Control (Dacheng), Rune Sense (Dacheng),
Talisman making technique (small success 500/1000),
Clay transformation invisibility (entry level 300/600),
Earth Spear Spiritual Arrow Technique (entry level 200/400),
Spiritual shaping (50/300 before entry),
Tai Chi: 82
French money: 324
Seeing that Daoxing suddenly had more than a year, Wang Zijia was a little confused.
You know, he was saving money to buy spells these days, but he couldn't exchange a single pill.
"Forget it, there are too many big guys in this peak, so stop wandering around."
Wang Zijia looked at the sky and headed towards the road up the mountain. Regarding the one year of Taoism he suddenly gained, what Wang Zijia was more worried about was that he had been inexplicably lethargic before, and was even a little drunk now.
After all, it is not too difficult for him to cultivate Taoism in one year, it is just a matter of a few explosive spiritual pills.
After a while, Wang Zijia arrived at the top of the peak. The entire top of the Heritage Peak was occupied by a huge white jade pavilion.
The pavilion was simple and heavy, with carved railings and jade bricks, revealing a strong atmosphere of time.
The magical thing is that there is no one guarding here, and there is no access control. The entire white jade pavilion is open, and it seems that you can enter and exit at will.
It is already afternoon, but there are still many people coming and going.
Wang Zijia stepped into the pavilion with curiosity.
In an instant, Wang Zijia's vision was transformed by streams of light. When he came back to his senses from his trance, the world had changed.
He came to a huge space, like the depths of the starry sky, surrounded by darkness, and countless streams of light flashed above his head. He stepped on the void at this moment, his face full of confusion.
[Primary inheritance talisman, can you teach a method, do you have a goal? ]
At this time, a majestic voice sounded in the sky.
"Disciple wants to choose clay activation!" Wang Zijia bowed to the dark void like the starry sky and replied respectfully.
[Clay activation, first-grade high-level, earth-based foundation core Taoist method, is the direct descendant of the Taoist Court. To exchange the talisman for the talisman, you need one point of merit, and one thousand and fourteen Taoist merits. Do you want to use the inheritance order for exemption? 】
"Yes!"
Tao Gong is the money used within the sect, but Tao Gong can be exchanged for magic money, and magic money cannot be exchanged for Tao Gong at will.
As for merit, it belongs to the sect contribution system, which is equivalent to merit or something.
With Wang Zijia's confirmation, a meteor fell from the depths of the starry sky, and finally turned into a method in front of Wang Zijia.
Wang Zijia took the method in a daze, and before he could do anything else, countless streams of light appeared in his sight again, and then he returned to the gate of the Sutra Library.
Wang Zijia: "······"
Looking at the book in his hand, he was still a little confused. Why did he feel that he had no experience?
Where is the collection of thousands of volumes that I have been looking forward to for half a day?
Where is the magnificent Sutra Library?
How come it's over with just a shiver in and out?
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