Become An Ancestor In Immortal Cultivation World

"Dear brother, do you know the words in this book?" Lin Sheng said with a dark face.

Nangong Aotian nodded: "I understand, the reference font in this book is an ancient script, which has been recorded in the clan."

'hateful! The cultural heritage of the Nangong clan is so profound! ’

Lin Sheng was furious and said: "Then you should quickly translate the ghost language in the book and remember it in your heart. I will search for the soul and read it later."

"Okay... huh? Brother, what are you talking about? You want to search my soul?" Nangong Aotian looked shocked.

Lin Sheng shook his head: "You heard wrong, I didn't say anything."

"You said it clearly, I heard it clearly." Nangong Aotian looked suspicious.

"Brother, you don't really want to search for my soul, do you?"

Lin Sheng grinned: "I was just joking with you."

"Seriously?" Nangong Aotian still looked unbelieving.

"Of course!" Lin Sheng smiled and looked at the old man: "Thank you, father-in-law, for the book."

"It doesn't matter, it's a trivial matter. This book is useless to me." The old man smiled and waved his hands.

"Hehehe, no matter what, my father-in-law gave me a book as a gift, and my two brothers took note of it."

Lin Sheng smiled: "But there is one more thing I need to trouble my husband with."

The old man looked solemn: "Master, please speak."

"This soul tea is good. My two brothers would like to buy more, but we are busy with important matters right now. I wonder if I can do it for you?"

Lin Sheng smiled and said, they were going to Qian Mansion to get the Nascent Soul method, and there was no extra time to buy soul tea. Moreover, they were still monks and it was not suitable to walk around in this city.

The old man showed hesitation: "It's okay to purchase soul tea. I have nothing to do on weekdays, but this ghost stone..."

"It doesn't matter." Lin Sheng smiled, opened the storage ring and poured a lot of spiritual stones on the ground, about a thousand of them.

"Since I have some ghostly neighbors I know, why not ask them to go to the black market in exchange for ghost stones."

"You can buy as much soul tea as you want. The sooner the better. My two brothers will stay in the city for at least half a month. By then, all the excess ghost stones will belong to my father-in-law."

The old man nodded, with a hint of hesitation on his face: "If we change so many ghost stones at the same time, I'm afraid it will attract the attention of evil spirits."

"Hehehe, it doesn't matter. If there is a ghost with evil intentions, show this thing to it."

As he spoke, Lin Sheng took out the waist badge of the Corpse Camp Captain: "My two brothers work for the ghost generals of the Corpse Camp. If there is a ghost who wants to die, I will fulfill it after my two brothers return."

When he saw the corpse camp captain's belt, the old man's face was slightly shocked and he immediately knelt down. It was obvious that he knew this thing.

"It turns out that it was the ghost military captain who was in front of me. He is blind and deserves death."

With a smile on his face, Lin Sheng raised his hand and used magic power to lift up the old man's body, which was about to kneel down: "I don't need to be so polite. Just accept this soul tea from now on."

Looking at the old man's reaction, Lin Sheng knew that the power of this waist card was probably quite high, and he couldn't help but recall the handsome figure of the ghost general secretly competing with him.

Is there something dirty in this city? Falling in the body of a ghost general? Will ghosts attack evil spirits?

The old man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I wonder what you call the two mages?"

Lin Sheng looked playful: "Look at the outfits of my two brothers, what should we call them?"

The old man looked at Lin Sheng, who was dressed in blood, and then at Nangong Aotian, who was dressed in white. He hesitated and spoke slowly.

"I heard that there are two commanders, Black and White, in the Guizhao Mansion, one dressed in black and the other in white."

"Since the two mages are lieutenants in the army and come from the corpse camp, red means happiness and white means mourning. Is it possible that the two mages are the commanders of joy and mourning?"

"..."

‘What nonsense did your old brain make up? ’

Lin Sheng had a strange look on his face. Shouldn't a normal person be thinking about the red mage and the white mage?

Seeing that Lin Sheng was silent and had a strange expression on his face, the old man immediately thought that he had guessed it right, and his hesitant tone became decisive.

"If I guess correctly, the identity of the two mages should be the happy commander and the mourning commander of the corpse camp."

Nangong Aotian's face was filled with doubts, and he pointed to the bloody clothes on Lin Sheng's body: "Old man, this is a bloody clothes, not a red one. It does not represent a happy event, but a disaster."

"Although I am wearing white clothes, it has nothing to do with mourning. It is the color of justice."

"Hey, it's all the same." The old man waved his hand, as if I had already seen through it.

"Be happy with yourself and mourn with others. The joy and mourning of this red and white dress are ever-changing. Master, don't pretend."

"..."

"Forget it." Nangong Aotian nodded, said no more, and continued to look through the books in his hand.

Instead of playing the piano to a cow, it is better to continue to immerse yourself in the ocean of knowledge.

Lin Sheng's face was full of emotion, and he murmured to himself: "Be happy with yourself and mourn with others. This is a wonderful thing."

He looked at the old man, and the more he looked at him, the more he looked at him.

"Don't you know my father-in-law's name?"

The old man smiled and said: "Old Jiang Xiao."

Lin Sheng nodded slightly: "This time the purchase of soul tea will trouble Mr. Jiang. My two brothers will come over to pick up the tea in a while."

Jiang Xiao nodded: "Don't worry, two mages, this matter will be taken care of by the old man."

Lin Sheng smiled: "I wonder if Mr. Jiang knows about the Qian Mansion?"

"Qian Mansion?"

Jiang Xiao's face was slightly stunned, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes: "The two mages are going to the Qian Mansion?"

"I have to deal with a small matter. Could it be that something happened in the Qian Mansion?" Lin Sheng looked surprised. Looking at Jiang Xiao's expression, he knew that the Qian Mansion might not be simple.

"You must never go to this Qian Mansion!"

Jiang Xiao's face was extremely solemn: "The Qian Manor has been designated as a forbidden area by the city lord. People and ghosts who dare to enter the Qian Manor have never come out."

"In the past, ghosts often came in without believing in evil, but they never came out again. As time went by, no ghosts dared to go out."

"Master, think about it, if even ghosts dare not enter a place, can humans enter it?"

"Oh? What's going on with Qian Mansion now? Is it abandoned?" Lin Sheng was curious and subconsciously glanced at Nangong Aotian, who also looked curious.

"It is not abandoned. The Qian Mansion is uninhabited during the day, but every night, the manor is full of singing and laughter."

"When I was young, I went there once out of curiosity. At that time, I saw someone waving to me in the mansion, inviting me to come in and rest."

"I didn't know what was going on at the time, so I walked towards the mansion. Fortunately, a mage passed by and woke me up with a loud shout."

Jiang Xiao showed a lingering fear on his face: "If I had entered that mansion at that time, I might not have been able to get out."

Lin Sheng looked thoughtful when he heard this. From what Jiang Xiao described, Qian Mansion should have nothing to do with ghosts, but a strange place.

‘Is it a strange place belonging to the underworld? ’

‘If it is really a strange place, Nangong Aotian’s ancestors either strayed into the strange place and died, or they came to obtain the method and failed and died. ’

‘If he comes here to obtain the Dharma, why would he bring the Nangong Clan’s Nascent Soul Dharma? The Nangong clan happened to not back up this Nascent Soul method, which is a bit strange. ’

"Brother, the Qian Mansion must be a strange place, right?" Nangong Aotian said with a serious look on his face.

Lin Sheng glanced at Nangong Aotian and said through a message: "Your clan has been investigating for so many years? Nothing has been found?"

"No, just like what the old man said, the disciples of the clan disappeared after entering the Qian Mansion." Nangong Aotian felt helpless.

Lin Sheng's eyes flashed when he heard this: "Where is the passage in your clan?"

"In the kitchen of an inn in the southwest corner of the city, the inn is called Guilaixiang." Nangong Aotian informed decisively without any hesitation.

"Brother, if I unfortunately die in Qian Mansion, you can find your way back by going to the inn kitchen."

Lin Sheng smiled dumbly when he heard this, and looked at Jiang Xiao: "My father-in-law, do you know how to contact the mages in the city? I want to meet with them."

Nangong Aotian was confused when he heard this, and asked through a message: "Brother, do you want to..."

Lin Sheng looked calm and said through the message: "The Qian Mansion is so weird. It would be unwise for you and me to go there recklessly. It would be best to find some cannon fodder to pave the way."

"Cannon fodder?" Nangong Aotian looked surprised. This was the first time he heard this word.

"It's just a scapegoat." Lin Sheng smiled.

When Jiang Xiao heard the words, he said in a deep voice: "Those mages usually see the dragon but never see its tail. If you want to contact them, you can only go through the Gui Cha Mansion and spend some ghost stones to ask the Gui Cha to pass the message on their behalf."

"But it's not cost-effective for the ghosts to ask for too many ghost stones. I suggest you find some little ghosts to send messages. Not only do they collect less ghost stones, but they also send messages very quickly."

Lin Sheng chuckled when he heard this: "Haha, money can make ghosts go around. My brothers don't have ghost stones, so I can only trouble Mr. Jiang about this matter."

Jiang Xiao nodded: "It doesn't matter, it's just a few ghost stones, but those mages may not come."

"This is simple."

Lin Sheng raised the corner of his mouth and pointed to the spiritual stone on the ground: "You ask those brats to take this spiritual stone to summon you. As long as the mages are willing to come, each of them will be given a hundred spiritual stones."

Being rich can not only make people go around, but also make people go around.

"I understand, do you want to call them here now?"

"Yes, the sooner the better."

"Okay, two mages, wait a moment." Jiang Xiao immediately put a dozen spiritual stones in his arms and walked into the back room.

"Why did this man walk into the back room?" Nangong Aotian looked confused.

"If I'm not wrong, this person should have raised a ghost at home." Lin Sheng's eyes were deep. In this underworld, raising ghosts may be a rare and common thing.

"Brother, what you said makes sense." Nangong Aotian nodded repeatedly.

"How long can you last with your magic power?" Lin Sheng looked at Nangong Aotian up and down, and his aura was obviously much weaker.

"It should be okay to hold on for half a month." Nangong Aotian said solemnly.

"Is there any pill to restore mana?"

"There are a few bottles, but the efficacy is average, and the spiritual energy produced is too sparse, so it is of no great use."

Nangong Aotian shook his head. Pills that directly replenish mana were too scarce. Most of the pills that restored mana were to assist monks in absorbing spiritual energy.

There is no spiritual energy in this Netherworld, and many of the clan's precious elixirs that help restore mana are of no use.

Lin Sheng smiled: "It doesn't matter, you don't have it. I have it. I have a bottle of Supreme Grade Immortal Pill to replenish mana. There are fifteen Immortal Pill pills in it."

"Counting one million Low Grade spiritual stones for you, the total is fifteen million Low Grade spiritual stones."

"But since you and I are brothers, let me give you a zero and count you ten million Low Grade spiritual stones."

"...???"