Refining Demons to Become a Taoist: Refining 108,000 Insects at the Beginning

Situ Yuelan said it seriously, and Chen Ming's expression became serious.

"It's not that I don't want to give them to you, but I can't remember the specific contents. I won't hide it from you either. I only realized it that day when I condensed the talisman and seal. I am Situ Yuelan. It can also be said that it’s not her!”

It turned out that the Situ Yuelan in front of her was the spiritual transformation of a concentrating spiritual power.

She is just a magical power that escaped from the physical body of Situ Yuelan, a monk in the Concentration Realm, after giving up his physical body, and obtained some of Situ Yuelan's memories.

She obtained some soul memories of Situ Yuelan, a monk in the Concentration Realm, and mistakenly thought that she was Situ Yuelan, a monk in the Concentration Realm, but she was just injured.

The two are one and the same, coming from the same source. She is also the embodiment of Situ Yuelan's fundamental magical power to achieve the state of concentration. Now she only condenses part of the memory. She is Situ Yuelan's new life, but she also has some spiritual consciousness of her own.

Therefore, she only now knows the names of the two Qi-collecting techniques, but she cannot condense them.

"No wonder, that day, you said 'I am not me', it turns out that was the reason!" Chen Ming suddenly said.

"I was transformed by Situ Yuelan's magical power and part of his memory. Now I am not her!"

"After recovering the physical body, we may be able to obtain other scattered memories, and the magic formula may be able to be condensed!" Situ Yuelan said.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Situ. Since you are honest, the covenant between us still stands."

Chen Ming said a few words of relief, and Situ Yuelan felt relieved when she saw that he had no intention of breaking the contract.

"Let's go into the mountains first, find a hiding place, rest for a while, and then talk about other things!"

After the two agreed, Situ Yuelan still hid in the bronze mirror.

It is not convenient to take Qing Ling on the road.

Chen Ming simply held the branch transformed from the Cave Heaven Taoist Temple, gently shook it, took the bronze mirror and Qingling into it, and entered the vast mountains alone.

Chen Ming had only been in the Cangwu Mountains for a few days when a Luan bird fell from the sky, surrounded by colorful clouds and mist. It was the fairy in colorful clothes chasing after him.

"Did you hide in the vast mountains?"

Fairy Caiyi counted with her fingers, but was blocked by the chaotic ideas of the vast mountains and couldn't figure it out clearly.

She wandered outside the vast mountains for several days, not daring to go in.

"The days are long, let's see how long you can hide!"

Fairy Caiyi recited a spell, and a colorful talisman appeared and disappeared around the vast mountains.

After arranging the talismans and seals, Fairy Caiyi sneered and left on the Luan Bird.

As long as Chen Ming comes out, his aura will be sensed by the talisman, and Fairy Caiyi will be able to arrive quickly with the help of the talisman.

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Chen Ming entered the vast mountains alone, thinking that the mountains were full of barren mountains and harsh waters.

I never thought that there was another mystery in the vast mountains, a world of its own.

Between the mountains and rapids, there are also valleys, villages, and mortal cities, but they are all scattered among the mountains and rivers.

Although it is not as gentle as the outside world, it is still quite large.

"I heard that in the vast mountains, there are not only heretics, but also demons and monsters. How come there is such a peaceful scene?"

Chen Ming was confused, and his spiritual thoughts connected to the Dongtian Dojo and asked Situ Yuelan in the bronze mirror.

Situ Yuelan said: "It seems peaceful, but wherever there are mortals, there are monks to protect them! They are just raising incense or making flesh and blood sacrifices."

"I just happened to have a feeling. The tribe in front should have the remains of a spiritual object transformed from my body. Fellow Taoist, you might as well experience the customs in the vast mountains."

Chen Ming sensed that the deep aura in the tribe was only the aura of the visualization realm, and there was nothing that could endanger him. He restrained his aura, transformed into a mortal, and quietly blended in.

This tribe is called "Minping" and they believe in a totem god who is an "auspicious spirit god".

The "Auspicious Spirit God" cultivates the water grid. This tribe likes blue and green colors, and their clothing and equipment are mostly painted with water patterns and fish scale patterns.

When Chen Ming came, the Minping tribe was catching up with the market after the big festival, which was very lively.

The Minping tribe is not a small one, and the scale of its sacrificial activities is also large. It also has several special products and spiritual products, which attract people from surrounding tribal cities to come and trade.

Chen Ming came at just the right time and was not unexpected.

"This Minping tribe, with some wild spirit, has been taught by the "auspicious spirit god", and has become more gentle and unique!"

Chen Ming admired the architecture, customs and costumes of the Minping tribe and admired them.

"Hey, the smell of the tiles in front is so familiar!"

Chen Ming suddenly felt that there were several green tiles on a bunk in front of him. The smell they gave off was inexplicably familiar, so he stepped forward to check.

The owner of the bunk was a teenager in his mid-teens. When he saw Chen Ming coming, he stammered: "What do you like, please feel free to be picky!"

Chen Ming picked up the green tile and felt it for a moment before he realized where the familiar feeling came from.

Indeed, the material of the green tiles is very similar to the spirit-swallowing jar.

When the spirit-swallowing jar was refining, this kind of blue tile should have been incorporated into it.

Moreover, there are mysterious patterns engraved on the green tiles in front of you.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the patterns on the blue tiles are just simple and mysterious.

But under the influence of Chen Ming's spiritual thoughts, the pattern was actually a weapon-refining method, but it was incomplete.

"I want these green tiles. How much will they cost?" Chen Ming asked.

When the young man heard that Chen Ming wanted to buy it, he became excited: "I got this tile from a ruins in the mountain. I just think it looks good, but there was a real person practicing there. I don't know how much money the tile is worth. If the guest has spirituality, I am also willing to change the herbs.”

"Oh?"

Chen Ming understood what the boy meant in an instant.

The spiritual herbs he mentioned were just some plants that were stained with a little spiritual energy. They were very useful to mortals.

But for cultivators, they were no different from weeds.

Chen Ming had a lot of spiritual herbs in his hands, all of which were nurtured by the spiritual energy of Cuiping Mountain. It would not be a loss to take one out to exchange for this green tile.

But on second thought, if he exchanged the spiritual herbs like this, it might not be a good thing for the boy in front of him.

With a thought, Chen Ming secretly took an ordinary herb, and transformed a little vitality from the life and death energy of the green wood, and dropped it into the herb.

The ordinary herb, with this little vitality, instantly changed its appearance. The roots and stems were as green as jade, the branches and leaves stretched, and a faint vitality flowed. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary herb.

Chen Ming took the herb and handed it over, saying, "What do you think of this one?"

The young man saw the herb and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes! Thank you, sir..."

Before the young man finished speaking, a group of people with wavy water patterns on their clothes came over with a nobleman.

The nobleman was painted with "auspicious water patterns" on his body, marking his origin.

"Put this tile away, the ancestor is collecting this kind of objects with secret patterns recently!"

The nobleman pointed to the green tiles on the young man's shop and said lightly.

Someone next to him came forward to take the green tiles.

The young man clenched his fists, his eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, his body was shaking, and he suddenly took the green tiles in his hands: "This is my stuff, and this guest has already said he wants to buy it, how can you snatch it!"