Immortality, Starting from the Side Sect

Fuhu Altar, back mountain, an elegant bamboo house.

Chen Ci also didn't expect that the tall and thick tiger-headed Taoist would live in such an elegant way.

But as soon as he entered, Chen Ci took back his previous evaluation. The blood in this bamboo building was so thick that it could drown people, and almost turned into substance. As a monk of the Heshan Sect, Chen Ci accidentally took a few sips. , all have a nauseating feeling.

Can't vomit, hold it in.

In the innermost part of the bamboo building, there is a quiet room. The Taoist Taoist with a tiger head is lying on his side on a low couch, wearing a red Taoist robe with tiger stripes. His chest is open, his hair is disheveled, and his eyes are slightly closed, as if he is taking a nap.

There are four words on the wall, "Houde Carrying Things".

Chen Ci couldn't help but want to complain. Isn't it really a slap in the face for the Heshan cultivator to say these words?

On the left hand side, there is a picture of five tigers fighting ghosts.

On the right hand side is a picture of five ghosts eating a tiger.

I don't know who painted it, but the few strokes are very crude, but people look at it again and again, wondering whether the tiger defeats the ghost, or the ghost eats the tiger.

"Are you Chen Ci?"

Chen Ci looked at it for a few times and became fascinated. When a rough voice reached his ears, he suddenly woke up, came back to his senses and saluted: "Chen Ci from Sanyin Temple, I have met Senior Brother Lin."

Taoist Hutou did not stand up, nor did he let Chen Ci sit down. He only narrowed his eyes and asked lightly: "What's the matter? If you offend Taoist Longhushan because of the extraction of essence and blood, which corrupts the Heshan sect, I won't touch you either. After redeeming your merit points, you can run away for your life."

Chen Ci: "."

Damn it, it really hangs on whatever is missing. No wonder capitalists in previous lives liked to hang such things in their offices, bah!

This guy didn't say that he couldn't protect you, he actually said, "I won't take you down." His heart was really dark.

Chen Ci suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He couldn't even say, "I have done great service for Heshan, and I have shed blood for Heshan."

If you take out the dragon and tiger three-piece suit, you might know what his face is.

Chen Ci sighed slightly, but even now, he could only explain: "Senior Brother Lin, it's not about refining blood essence. This is what happened."

Barabara.

When he took out the three-piece suit of dragon and tiger, Taoist Hutou became a little more interested. He sat up, took a few glances at the damaged robes, and smiled: "You said that Taoist Ge from Jiuquan Temple is the same as that Xue Taoist?" The soul devil will die together, right?"

"It's absolutely true, and it can be learned from heaven and earth, and there are also official documents from Changping County Government as proof."

Although Chen Ci didn't know why the tiger-headed Taoist suddenly changed his attitude, it seemed that there was something going on, so he quickly took out the official documents of the case.

Taoist Hutou didn't look at it, but just waved his hand: "He's just a disciple from Quan Mountain. I'm still talking about whether he's on the roster of Longhu Mountain or not. He'll die as soon as he dies. It's fine."

ah?

Wait, that's not your attitude just now?

Chen Ci didn't even have a good time in the workplace in her previous life. Now that she's on the road, she always feels like she can't grasp the core.

Why did he make Longhushan angry by refining blood essence, so he let himself run away for his life.

But after a disciple from Longhu Mountain died, he said it was nothing, which was a bit puzzling.

Chen Ci looked at the case files and documents in his hand and felt that he seemed to have realized it, but at the same time he seemed not to have realized it.

Such as enlightenment.

"Since you've taken care of the beginning and the end, it's no big deal. Go back and do your work. Just give the case files, documents and relics to the deacons in Guanzhong. They will know what to do."

The tiger-headed Taoist lay back down again, but with a flick of his finger, he took the robe over, looked at it twice and then crushed it into pieces: "This thing is a bit redundant."

After saying this, Taoist Hutou closed his eyes slightly, obviously about to see off his guests.

The big thing that I have been worried about for a long time is actually a small thing that the superior said?

Chen Ci was silent for a moment and somewhat understood.

Some things can be easily suppressed as long as they do not rise to the level between the two factions. No one cares about the casualties of some Gaiden disciples.

It is said that Jiuquan Temple, Gezhou Laodao, is dead. Except for some relatives and friends, no one probably cares.

It's like the Heshan Sect wouldn't care if he died, for the same reason.

Because it's not important.

So you still have to make progress!

"Senior Brother Lin, I got something during this trip, but I don't know much about it. Can you please appreciate it?"

Chen Ci reported softly, then took out a small black altar and handed it over.

"Um?"

Suddenly, the tiger-headed Taoist's nose moved slightly, his eyes widened, and the energy around his body began to linger, as if blood mist was gushing out of his pores.

Chen Ci's body stiffened suddenly, a stream of cold sweat dripped down his back, and he did not dare to move.

On the back of the tiger-headed Taoist, a head that looks like a human and a tiger pokes out, with a fierce look in his eyes, looking for people to eat.

Then two, three, four, five, a total of five heads, plus the tiger-headed Taoist, there are six, looking like a six-headed tiger demon, staring at Chen Ci, the black head on his hand The altar is so shocking.

This is the manifestation of a ghost entering the body.

After a long time, the strange vision on Taoist Tiger Head receded, and Youyou said: "I didn't expect you to get a jar of blood. It's a matter of luck, but this thing can't be obtained by any small means. It has always been in the spirit." It's been spread among the monks, it's a bit interesting."

Five ghosts possessing Dafa?

Chen Ci did not expect that this Hutou Taoist actually practiced the Heshan Sect.

This five-ghost possession method is ranked much higher in the "Heshan Sutra" than the five-yin evil spirit bag. This is a rare method in the Heshan sect that does not refine magical weapons, but rather practices the method of cultivating one's own body. It’s very powerful, but not many people practice it.

The reason is that it is difficult to practice, it is painful, you will go crazy a lot, and you will die quickly.

However, the five ghosts raised by the tiger-head Taoist are slightly different from the records in the sect. For some reason, they look a little closer to monsters, but they are still the basis of ghosts, which is really strange.

Now is not the time to think about this in detail. Chen Ci slowly exhaled a breath and offered the black altar: "It's great if senior brother can use it."

"Haha, you are quite interesting. This thing is indeed of great use to me, so I will record a hundred merits for you. How about it?"

The tiger-head Taoist laughed, like a tiger roaring, and stretched out his hand to put away the jar of blood.

This blood has a better effect on the Yin ghosts he raises than blood essence. With this thing, there are two more chances of creating a high-grade Taoist foundation, and Taoist Hutou will naturally be in a wonderful mood.

It seemed to be his luck that he had a lot of free time to cultivate today, otherwise he would not have come out to see Chen Ci. After all, most of the disciples who came to ask for help were basically doing nonsense, which was very annoying.

"The luck is mine!"

Thinking like this, Taoist Hutou became even more confident, and his Qi energy around him was perfected by two points.

Hundreds of achievements!

That's ten thousand drops of blood essence. It seems that all the people in Qingquan Village are in this jar.

"Do you have anything to exchange for? I'm in a good mood today. Even if you're short of some merit points, I'll give it to you."

Taoist Hutou clapped his hands lightly, feeling very happy.

Here are one hundred gongs, today there are thirty-two gongs, plus the original eleven gongs.

A total of one hundred and forty-three skills!

Judging from the cheap senior brother's tone, he might even be able to exchange for three Tiger Evil Aperture-Breaking Pills.

Earn money with blood!

Chen Ci had countless thoughts in his mind, thinking about how to maximize his advantage.

But after thinking for a long time, Chen Ci felt a surge of spirituality in his heart for some reason, and suddenly said, "I want to redeem myself for immortality. Senior brother, can you teach me?"

Naturally, this statement does not mean redeeming immortality.

Instead, he asked Taoist Hutou for advice on how to go about the road to immortality. He was groping for it alone, and it was really difficult, but he didn't even have a top-grade Qi refining method.

"Haha, haha, haha, I want to redeem myself for immortality, how wonderful!"

Taoist Hutou didn't seem to expect that this external disciple was so interesting. He had only thirty-odd orifices of cultivation, but he actually wanted to redeem himself for immortality. He couldn't help but laugh like a tiger.

"You are a little different from those idiots, but not much better."

Taoist Hutou glanced at Chen Ci a few times and said with a smile: "Don't talk about immortality. If you practice these three yin qi, you may lose even Taoist knowledge in your life, so let's just leave it at that."