Chapter 6 Past events in ancient books (East)

At dawn the next day, Master was alone in Woniu Mountain.

It wasn't until noon that the master came back with a serious face.

That was not the first time he had seen such a serious side of his master, who had always been approachable.

"Sanli, I'm asking for a talisman for retreat. During this period, I don't want anyone to come in!"

The master solemnly told him.

He nodded in agreement!

Then, like a soldier, he stood guard at the door of Master's room without leaving!

It wasn't until it was completely dark that Master walked out of the room.

At that moment...he was stunned!

Because Master’s appearance has changed drastically!

Master's originally shiny black hair and beard all turned gray-red!

His appearance also changed like that of an old man about to be buried, his face covered with deep wrinkles.

He asked his master, how could that happen?

Master said there is no need to be surprised, that would be his original appearance.

Later he found out that the master's "True Yang Jue" had been cultivated to the third level, and he should have had a life span of three hundred years...

But that talisman... cost him a hundred years of life...

That red talisman and jade order!

"Sanli, am I brave?"

The master didn't pay attention to his old appearance and asked him with a smile.

He shook his head first, paused slightly, and then nodded hesitantly.

The master said again.

"Do you dare to go with him to Woniu Mountain?"

"Master...are there any evil spirits in the tomb?"

He asked his master consciously, after all, if evil spirits had not harmed people, how could Wang Er and the others have died so miserably...

The master shook his head.

"There are no evil spirits, and there is no tomb to the east of the cave..."

"What's to the east?"

"A door! A door that must never be opened!"

Master looked at him, his tone had never been more serious!

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Late that night, he and his master came to the cave entrance of Woniu Mountain.

The master took out two talismans, one yellow and one red, and handed the yellow talisman to him...

Then, the master took out a bunch of large coins strung with red strings, and formed a circle around the entrance of the cave, wrapping it up.

"Sanli, my success or failure determines his success or failure!"

"No matter what, help him guard the entrance of the cave tomorrow night!"

"Don't let anything destroy the money thread! That yellow talisman can protect my safety!"

Master said to him solemnly.

He nodded firmly!

Then he watched his master go to the cave entrance with a red talisman on his leg...

God favors me. That night, the entrance to the cave was very peaceful and nothing came to disturb me.

It wasn't until the rooster crowed the next day that the old master crawled out of the cave with a tired look on his face.

As soon as he crawled out, the master's face covered with dirt revealed a familiar and pleasant smile.

"Sanli, master, how about staying at your place for a few years?"

"Okay! Of course that's good!"

He is very happy!

Because he felt that by being with the master every day, he would have more time to learn skills!

After returning home, the master made a few yellow talismans and asked him to send them to the people in the village who had touched Wang Er's body. He also told them to wear the talismans for a year before taking them off.

The master then asked people from the village to completely fill the entrance of the cave with sand, and then the matter was settled.

A few days later, he helped his master build a thatched cottage near his home.

During the confinement period of the Ming Dynasty, the master lived there.

After his master moved into the thatched cottage, he practiced with his master every day.

The master passed on to him everything he had learned in his life, and at the same time, he also told him his many years of experience in slaying demons and demons...

The confinement passed day by day...

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"Sanli... I have nothing left to teach me as a teacher... After he dies... remember to bury his body three feet away from the entrance of Woniu Mountain... With his three-level True Yang Art... add to that red streak

Fu Yuling... may be able to suppress that sect for more than a hundred years... the Ming Dynasty... the road to the Ming Dynasty... please rely on me... to go on your own... that world... is getting more and more dangerous... but... but I ask you to remember... we practitioners...

Dingqiu protects the common people...keeps the peace of the country...because...because they once...were not ordinary people...Dingqiu...do not forget the original intention...become a teacher and step into the path of spiritual practice at the age of thirty-three...for one hundred and seventy-three years...

Eliminate thousands of demons...save all people...haha...this life is not in vain..."

That was the last thing Master said to him.

In 1890, the master passed away...

Immortal life is 206 years old...

He never forgot his master's words.

No!

He was once a member of the common people. Fortunately, he was rescued by his master and was able to escape.

From the Ming Dynasty onwards, it will be up to him to rescue more people.

In the spring of 1891, Ziren, who was stupid, finally mastered the first level of "Zhenyang Jue". After bidding farewell to his parents, he left Qingyuan Township and began his traveling life...

In the summer of 1891, when passing through Wangjia Village, I saw that every household in the village had their doors closed and they could not leave their homes...

So I asked why!

I learned that there is a small stream at the entrance of the village. The water is dark red and has a strong smell of blood. Several people have disappeared near the stream outside the village...

Later, it was found out that a water ghost that was about to turn into a resentful spirit was causing trouble!

He used the talisman to get rid of the water ghosts, and used the evil talisman to remove the yin energy in the stream, saving several people. The people were grateful, and they were slightly injured and nursed back to health for more than a month...

In the winter of 1891, when I was in the northeast, I encountered an unknown mountain village at night. At the entrance of an old house outside the village, I saw ten blood-red lanterns floating in the sky, and corpses and bones everywhere...

Later, it was found out whether it was a demon that caused evil spirits!

That evil spirit is not a spirit that uses the power of incense and thought to practice.

However, after months and months of no incense and worship, my cultivation failed to advance but retreated, so I had evil thoughts and wanted to practice with the blood of living people, which has destroyed the lives of several people...

In order to save the people, he used the talisman to fight until dawn, and finally let the evil spirit slay him!

But no matter what, he forced the True Yang Art, which cost him a year of life, and the evil spirit left a few claw marks on his body, and he recovered from his injuries for more than half a year...

In the autumn of 1892, we returned to the south... via...

Spring 1893…

1894…

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In the summer of 1898, I learned that my father was critically ill, so I returned to my hometown to observe mourning...

In the spring of 1899, during the period of mourning, he devoted himself to practicing "Zhen Yang Jue" and finally achieved the first level of success.

Master, Master, is this apprentice’s talent really as good as you say?

The disciple's cultivation speed is very slow...
To be continued...