Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

   Chapter 259 Retreat Breakthrough

   There are more than a dozen Dao Boys in the classroom, except for the one who was born in the foundation-building period, the rest of the Dao Boys are all at the Qi training period.

   They sat cross-legged on a futon with a wooden table in front of them.

  In addition to the four treasures of the study and books, there is an abacus on the wooden table, but the beads of the abacus are all made with human eyes.

  Ren Qing not only deliberately reduced the sense of existence, but also separated some ghosts to follow the non-quantum, mainly to explore the reality of Wuwei Taoism.

   "What the hell, do Daomen still teach arithmetic now?"

   He fiddled with the abacus a few times, and suddenly felt a tingling in his fingertips, and almost broke the skin that was attached to the skin of the dead ghost.

  Ren Qing didn't think that the abacus was still a magic weapon. If he used it indiscriminately like this, I'm afraid his fingers would be stirred into minced meat in an instant.

   He had already noticed the unusualness of Wuwei Taoist Temple, and just as he was about to continue his inspection, the sound of footsteps outside the door entered the classroom from far to near.

   That is a middle-aged female Taoist priest in her forties. Her limbs are alienated to varying degrees, and her cultivation is at the level of perfect foundation building.

   There was no need for a female Taoist priest to remind her, and the chanting sounded in the classroom.

   "In a hurry, I will list the names and names of things."

   "Separately living and not communal toilets, the use of time is less sincere and happy."

   "Work hard and be happy..."

  Ren Qing raised his brows when he heard this, and he immediately realized that what he was studying in the classroom was actually the "Ji Jiu Chapter" on literacy and etiquette.

Although the    urgent chapter is far less famous than Baijia's surname, it is indeed a textbook for ancient literacy, which is usually read by Tong Sheng every day.

   However, some changes have been made to the urgent chapter of Wuwei Taoist Temple, and the conversion of various silver coins has been specially added, which should correspond to the abacus.

  Ren Qing can only be regarded as the enlightenment of arithmetic.

   But for him, it was a bit uncomfortable for him and a group of young children to read and write in the classroom, so he might as well go to the mountain to retreat.

  The two hundred years of lifespan are almost the same, it is time to be promoted to the shadowless ghost.

  Ren Qing also did not expect Daotong to practice Qi at least, but he could not even read.

   He suspected that when Wuwei Taoist Temple recruited Taoist children, it had already instilled the content of the Heavenly Insect Law into memory by some means.

  Ren Qing suddenly lost interest, so he focused his attention on the non-quantum body.

  No Quantum is a little weird because of the alienation and out of control, but he is clearly controlling himself after he is far away from the crowd.

   He sat down cross-legged like a corpse, saying that he was cultivating, but in fact there was no movement.

   In the Taoist temple with the statue of Tian Daozi in the center, even the three Taoist ancestors can only be placed on the right side, which shows the status of the founder of the sect.

On the left side of the    is a huge stone platform on which a large number of tablets are placed, with hundreds of thousands of tablets, and the tablets are engraved with various Taoist numbers.

  Ren Qing originally thought that the tablet was a tribute to the deceased, but soon found that the Taoist name actually exudes a faint magic atmosphere.

   These Taoist names should have been contaminated with the soul breath of the Wuwei Taoist disciples who went out to confirm whether they were dead or not.

  No Quantum knelt in front of the statue of Tiandaozi, the distracting thoughts on his face slowly disappeared as he meditated, and his expression became pious.

  Ren Qing pinched his temples, even if there is no quantum to eat a few people, it's so bland that he won't be able to do it.

  The ghost figure split up again and swam a few times along the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

   As a result, in the entire Wuwei Taoist Temple, only the Quantum Free is the stage of forming a pill, and the rest are all foundation building, and the number of people is also smaller than expected.

   Ren Qing is not going to waste time when he is puzzled.

   He could use the Soul Butterfly Projection to monitor Wuwei Taoist Temple, why would he need to attend a literacy and arithmetic class with a group of young children.

   The ghosts on the soles of the feet scattered, quietly wrapping the classroom, so as not to accidentally leak the breath of the spell.

  Ren Qing tapped the table top, causing the surrounding dao boys to stop abruptly.

   In the eyes of everyone's surprise, he walked up to the middle-aged female Taoist priest and asked, "Daoist, what's your name?"

   The middle-aged female Taoist was in a trance for a few breaths, and then she replied: "Tian Fuzi, I am a junior sister without quantum, I practice the Biluo method, and integrate my true essence into my limbs and torso..."

"OK OK."

   All the Taoist boys didn't know how sacred Ren Qing was, so they could only sit tremblingly on the futon.

   "When will the sect recruit disciples?"

  Tian Fuzi was affected by the spell, and said like a puppet: "On the fifteenth day of each month, mainly the nearby farmers and some merchants in the city."

   "Why write arithmetic?"

   "Arithmetic is the foundation of this sect, set up by the previous generation headmaster Qiankunzi..."

  Ren Qing probably understood the meaning of Tianfuzi. After the disciple of Wuwei Taoist Temple left the teacher's door, he even used arithmetic as a foothold, and his heart could not help but give birth to a strong sense of absurdity.

   "Doing business?"

   "Altruism is self-interest."

   He can imagine what kind of business it is. Since the strange monks are involved, it is estimated that it is also a crooked thing.

   In a sense, it is really similar to the Jailer's Hall.

   "Forget it, that's it, you guys continue."

  Ren Qing's eyes flickered with halo, Daotong and Tianfuzi recited the first aid chapter, but there were some fragments of memory.

   "I don't know what Tian Daozi will think when he sees this scene..."

   "But you can let the young children who practice the Netherworld Insect Dharma infiltrate the Wuwei Taoist Temple."

  Ren Qing walked out of the classroom, and others would only feel that there was an insignificant change in the light, and could not notice the difference at all.

The   Wuwei Taoist Temple is really in decline. In response to the current situation in Jingzhou, the chosen measure is to break it into pieces.

   Even if the sect is destroyed, it will be fine, anyway, the disciples are scattered everywhere.

  Ren Qing left some soul butterflies projected in Wuwei Taoist Temple, and then he planned to go to a secluded place in the mountains to retreat and practice.

   It has been a long time since I came to Jingzhou, but I have not carefully combed my own techniques.

   Even though his state of mind has been very stable, he still feels a little tired, and he just uses practice to relax his mind.

  Ren Qing walked through the mountains along the path. A large number of farmers were busy in the fields, and they cultivated crops unique to Jingzhou.

  Ren Qing didn't check the fertile fields deliberately because his body blended with ghosts when he came here, but now he noticed that the grain yield was extremely high.

  The crop is somewhat similar to rice, but the ear of rice is fuller and takes less time to mature.

  He picked a rice plant.

  The unfinished rice ear exudes indistinguishable true essence. If you eat it for a long time, it will have a great effect on the physique of Jingzhou people.

  The peasant households are holding the hoes that are shoddy, and they can only barely control them because they are not even in the period of Qi training.

  Ren Qing couldn't help but sigh, in order to survive in Jingzhou, Wuwei Taoist Temple really did everything possible, and even started farming.

   Just as he was about to leave, the young man in the field not far away came over and looked at Ren Qing with reverence.

   The young man has dark skin and no simulant alienation. Although he has no cultivation base, he can see that he has cultivated a lot of strength in the fields.

   He scratched his hair and asked, "Master Dao, are you a disciple of the Immortal Sect on the mountain?"

"What's wrong?"

   "I heard that Wuwei Taoist Temple is good at taking chestnuts from fire, but is it true?"

  Getting chestnuts from fire refers to the way to make money. After all, Qingyan Town is full of hidden dangers, which almost cut off the possibility of mortals making progress.

   As soon as the young man finished speaking, he was dragged away by the farmer by the neck. The latter kept apologizing to Ren Qing for fear of blaming him.

  Ren Qing shook his head.

   He realized that Wuwei Taoist Temple was still living with the ancestral inheritance left in the past.

   No wonder Wuwei Taoist Temple is so prosperous that it recruits disciples every month. The source of it is the nature of the sect's operation.

   But how is this different from a lamb to be slaughtered?

  Ren Qing shook his head, and then a few dodged and disappeared on the mountainside.

  He found a hidden cave on the hill next door, blocked the entrance and exit with gravel, and began to retreat with peace of mind.

   When the retreat is over, Xianshi can almost show the tip of the iceberg.

  Wuwei Taoist Temple did not realize that Ren Qing, who was missing, still heard the sound of reciting the first aid chapter every morning.

   From time to time, there are disciples of the sect who have completed the foundation building. It can be seen that the entire mountain gate does not intend to leave too many monks.

  Ren Qing closed his eyes and meditated on the technique, and spent a few days to calm down his restless state of mind.

   Immediately, he took out the gourd magic weapon and weighed it, and nodded with a satisfied expression.

   All the peach wine was poured into the flesh and blood furnace, and as the fire evaporated the wine, his face couldn't help but flush a little more.

   The peach wine stored during this period is the size of a pond. Except for the part placed in the Great Dream Pavilion, the rest of the wine is not left.

   He had never tried to drink in large quantities to prolong his life before, so he basically tasted it, because the drunkenness of peach wine could not be resisted at all.

   "Every ~~~~"

  Ren Qing only felt that the primary and secondary souls gradually lost consciousness, but his own life essence was rising at a speed that was not visible to the naked eye.

   He let the ghosts protect himself, and then fell drunk in the cave.

   snoring sounded one after another.

  Ren Qing seems to have turned into a soul butterfly, walking through the mountains and rivers, and in the blink of an eye, he returns to Xiangxiang, which is thousands of miles away.

   When he woke up from this dream, he didn't know how long it had passed.

  Ren Qing covered his head with his hands, and his memory was interrupted for a moment.

   After being drunk, not only the body is relaxed, but the soul also shows an upward trend.

   He learned through the ghost that more than half a year had passed.

   Originally in the early summer season, now I feel the slightest chill digging into the cave from the rock wall, and the Wuwei Taoist Temple is also covered with snow.

  Ren Qing hurriedly checked the projections of Soul Butterfly placed in various places. As a result, the sect was calm, but the number of tablets was reduced by dozens.

   He learned from the information retained by the Soul Butterfly Projection that it seemed that the sect was involved in the battle between strange forces not long ago, resulting in casualties.

   However, the broken tendons were not moved, and Wuwei Taoist Temple finally escaped smoothly.

   But next time it won't be so easy.

   Taking chestnuts from fire is indeed taking chestnuts from fire.

  Ren Qing called out the information flow, his eyes just swept across the column of Shouyuan, he was taken aback and thought he had read it wrong.

  【Shouyuan: Four hundred and seventy-five years】

   What happened, nearly four hundred years of lifespan was added all of a sudden.

  According to Ren Qing’s original estimate, peach wine can prolong life by at most 100 years, and the remaining 200 years may be obtained from the ghost market in Xiangxiang.

   After hesitating for a moment, he simply stripped the secluded energy in his dantian to the ghost, and took the initiative to return to the crescent moon layer from the waning moon layer.

The    cave is still the cave, but the Taoist Temple of Wuwei outside is gone.

  Ren Qing visualized the Dream Butterfly Method and brought his consciousness to the sky above the ghost market.

   Not long after he was revealed, Dameng Zhenren appeared beside him. After confirming that there was no problem, he quietly disappeared without saying hello.

  Ren Qing looked at the ghost market helplessly, and found that the number of jailers had nearly doubled, and that the tricky artifact refining method had also spread.

  Although it is not a human-handed device, at least a third of them already possess it, almost all of them are related to the gluttonous method.

   It can be seen that the strategy of the Jailer Hall has been steadily advanced, and the gluttonous method has gradually been popularized.

  Ren Qing, as a beneficiary, sighed that he and the Jailor Hall are mutually beneficial, and the efficiency of life extension will only increase in the future.

   So we had to find a way to let the Jailer Hall also participate in the Jingzhou game.

   Even if those strange things are more like the pseudo-yang gods created by magic, they will definitely be of great use to Song Zong's unparalleled Yin realm.

The more    the jailer is promoted to the Yangshen realm, the more resources Ren Qingneng will use.

  Ren Qing looked at Fengshi in the corner, where there were obviously not enough stalls.

   He saw this communication and turned into a ghost butterfly, and then his body became more and more solid, and soon spread out.

   The jailers in the ghost city stopped, as if they had noticed something, and looked at the sky in disbelief.

  I don't know when it started, there was a message circulating in the jailer's hall.

  The owner of the ghost city has been in a deadlock somewhere in Xiangxiang because he was severely injured in Mizusawa, and his body and soul were alienated and out of control.

   Facts seem to prove this.

   But now, the Lord of the Ghost City has announced his return to Avici Hell.

  A huge phantom with a height of dozens of meters is undoubtedly revealed, both eyes are mysterious double pupils, and there are three eyes transformed by dream seeds on the forehead.

   A faint halo enveloped the whole body.

   Just because of his momentum, even Damengren can't compare with him.

   Huang Ziwan stood in the middle of the street, ready to break through the three strange changes and the joy was gone, and an idea could not help but arise in his heart.

   "Isn't Ren Qing going to be promoted to the Yangshen Realm?!!"

  Impossible, even if the reincarnation of the Heavenly Strange Realm cannot reach this level.

   But no matter how he looks at it, such a technique is not like the one that can be shown when entering the realm of yin, at least it is the spirit of Rong Yin, or the spirit of releasing Yin?

  Ren Qing swept over the guards, then stretched out his hand and slapped it hard.

  Dreamland magic tried to modify the ghost market, but it was difficult to rely only on the Soul Butterfly Magic Tool, and only a small amount of fine-tuning could be made.

   At this time, Dameng Zhenren appeared again, and the light and shadow enveloped Ren Qing.

  With the help of the Yangshen Realm, the branches of the dream grew, the area of ​​the ghost market gradually expanded, and the number of stalls in the Feng market also increased several times.

  Ren Qing took a deep breath and almost leaked the filling, but fortunately, Dameng real person shot in time.

   After the Fairy City in Jingzhou is completely established, it is possible to discuss with Dameng Zhenren to connect the two markets together.

   After Ren Qing completed the expansion of the ghost market, he felt that his consciousness became weak.

   However, instead of returning to his body immediately, he went to the Big Dream Pavilion to prepare a few copies of all the required materials.

   Then use the connection between consciousness and the prison in the belly to transfer the material into the small world inside the body.

  Ren Qingshun took the peach wine that was deliberately set aside on the shelves of the Ghost Market's Big Dream Wine Store, so as to restore the lifespan that the jailer had harvested.

   After everything is in place, it is time for the cultivation base to be promoted.

   Four thousand one chapters, one more chapter, wait a moment

   (end of this chapter)