Encounter on the road

Wang Zijia has heard a lot of reputations about being 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: encoffiners rarely died alive, and most of them had unknown final years!

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, and 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 was 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 seem to have been taken care of by people. Although they look natural, they don't look deserted. Compared with the top scenic spots in the previous life, I don't know how many times better it is.

Green mountains, tinkling springs, clouds and mountains shrouded in mist. Coupled with the extremely rich aura, 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 coupled with the mountain cemetery background, it looks a bit cold.

"Look at me, I eat well and drink well every day, and there are a lot of little ones waiting for me down there."

"Did I sleep for a long time? Just because of a few breaths of alcohol? What the hell?"

Cultivation: [Boy] Middle Stage (Twenty-five Years 2557/5000)

Standing at the entrance of the courtyard, he didn't say anything, just stared at Wang Zijia blankly.

He immediately stopped and stopped moving forward. He looked at the old man in front of the mound from a distance, chattering. It looked like he was 'playing music' on the other side's grave?

By the way, is there a tomb in Qianshan?

In his thoughts, Wang Zijia was in a trance.

"In the end, it's just a handful of loess, and a monument can't even be erected!"

"Forget it, there are too many big guys in this peak, so stop wandering around."

Still not taking the main road, wandering all the way up the mountains, not going out for a long time, it is rare to relax, Wang Zijia is very comfortable.

He was half-lying in front of a mound, with one arm supporting his back and a gourd in the other hand. His eyes were hazy and drunken, and while he was chattering, he would raise his head and take a sip from time to time.

Tai Chi:82

French money: 324

Seeing that Daoxing suddenly had more than a year, Wang Zijia was a little confused.

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 attic.

The attic is simple and heavy, with carved railings and jade-lined rooms, giving off a strong atmosphere of time.

With Wang Zijia's confirmation, a meteor fell from the depths of the starry sky, and finally turned into a book of skills in front of Wang Zijia.

Talisman Making Technique (Minor 500/1000),

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At this time, a majestic voice sounded in the sky.

Looking around, it was still the same road. The difference was that the old man had disappeared, leaving only the lonely mound, and it was already afternoon.

He came into a huge space, like the depths of the starry sky, surrounded by darkness and countless streams of light flashing above his head. At this moment, he was stepping into the void, his face full of confusion.

[Elementary inheritance command talisman can be taught a method, does it have a target? 】

As for merit, it belongs to the sect's contribution system, which is equivalent to meritorious service and so on.

It was already afternoon, but there were still many people coming and going.

Returning to the previous fork in the road, Wang Zijia climbed upward again.

"Uh..." Mu Ran saw such a scene, which 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!"

[Clay activation, first-grade high-level, earth system foundation core Taoist method, directly inherited from the Taoist Court. To redeem the Fuyuan equipment and talismans, one hundred merit points and one thousand fourteen Taoist merits are required. Should I use the inheritance order to be exempted? 】

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.

Wang Zijia took a few puffs subconsciously and felt a little drunk.

Spiritual root: special earth spiritual root

Kung Fu: Wanyu Basic Kung Fu

Talent: Spiritual Root Seed Demon

Wang Zijia was confused and felt something was wrong with her breath.

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.

As he approached the top of the mountain, Wang Zijia was attracted by a strange smell of wine and met a second living creature.

"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."

The old man said nothing and had no reaction, just staring at him. Looking at Wang Zijia's vest, he couldn't help but feel a little chilled.

"You said you have worked hard for most of your life for what?"

Earth Spear Spiritual Arrow Technique (entry level 200/400),

"yes!"

"Fuck!" As his consciousness returned, he suddenly woke up.

"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?"

In an instant, Wang Zijia's vision changed. When he came back from his trance, the world had changed.

You know, he was saving money to buy spells these days, but he couldn't exchange a single pill.

When he regained consciousness, he found that he had fallen asleep half-leaning on a tree by the roadside at some unknown time.

He saluted him politely, turned around decisively, and left. The other person seemed motionless until his vision disappeared.

The crystal wine flew through the air, flashing with bright spiritual light, and the rich aroma of wine spread along with the strange spiritual energy.

Spiritual shaping (50/300 before entry),

Clay Shapeshifting (entry level 300/600),

After all, it is not too difficult for him to cultivate the Dao in one year, it is just a matter of a few explosive pills.

Taoist power is money used within the sect, but Taoist power can be exchanged for Dharma money, and Dharma money cannot be exchanged for Taoist power at will.

The amazing thing is that no one is guarding here, and there is no access control. The door of the entire white jade attic is open, and it seems that you can come in and out at will.

Wang Zijia looked at the sky and walked towards the road up the mountain. Regarding the one year of Taoism that he suddenly gained, what Wang Zijia was more worried about was the inexplicable lethargy he had felt before, and he was even a little drunk now.

"Disciple wants to choose clay activation!" Wang Zijia bowed to the starry black void and replied respectfully.

"I take back what I just said, this place doesn't seem that good after all!"

Wang Zijia walked into the attic out of curiosity.

The small courtyard looked very elegant, and he originally wanted to take a look, but before he could get closer, a skinny old man with an old face and yellow and sparse hair suddenly emerged from the courtyard.

Spells: Clay Control (Dacheng), Rune Sense (Dacheng),

Wang Zijia took over the technique in a daze, but before he could do anything else, countless streams of light appeared in his sight again, and then he returned to the entrance of the Sutra Pavilion.

Wang Zijia: "······"

Looking at the book in his hand, he was still a little confused. Why did he feel like he had no experience?

Where is the collection of thousands of books that I have been looking forward to for half a day?

What about the Grand Sutra Pavilion?

Why is it that everything is done just by trembling every time you go in and out?

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Chapter completed!