Seeking immortality in a deceitful way starts by making oneself into a puppet

Chi Xinzi took the initiative to bring up the matter of "stealing the longevity bone bowl", which really aroused He Ping's interest.

"The longevity bone-stealing bowl has a special origin. However, for me, apart from being able to steal other people's longevity, that bowl is nothing special. If you are interested, junior brother, it doesn't matter if you, junior brother, take over."

Chi Xinzi said frankly: "It's just that this longevity bone-stealing bowl is related to another important matter. Before that, I need to borrow it from my senior brother. What do you think?"

He Ping narrowed his eyes slightly and frowned.

He realized that Chi Xinzi had betrayed him here, or that he had dropped a bait, which was obviously to lure him into taking the bait. However, in order to find out the truth of the other party, he still took over the conversation.

"Chixinzi, I am determined to steal the longevity bone bowl. What tricks are you trying to do?"

"But brother, do you really know the origin of this bowl?"

Chi Xinzi asked again.

"Chengjia Racecourse is so famous. Why did Sheng Zhifu of Ancheng kill Chengjia? How did the ancestors of Chengjia get this longevity-stealing bone bowl? And what is the real origin of this bone bowl? Don't you think it's strange? ?”

"What do you want to say again?"

He Ping asked in a deep voice.

"Junior brother, do you know the "Demon Planting" method of Sanyuan Demon Palace? It is said that this method and the "Invisible Secret" of our Immortal Puppet Sect are both one of the 36 righteous methods in the world, and according to ranking, "Demon Planting" is also It ranks ahead of "Invisible Secret", ranking in the top 10, while "Invisible Secret" is slightly inferior, ranking 16th."

When Chi Xinzi said this, He Ping was also very interested.

"36 Dharma?"

"Yes, since the great catastrophe of heaven and man in ancient legends, strange changes have taken place in this world. In the long past, most of the cultivation methods of various sects in the world have been cut off, and the ancient methods have also been lost one after another.

People with lofty ideals in later generations have understood the way of heaven, and with great wisdom and perseverance have created 36 righteous Dharmas that fit this world. Only these 36 righteous Dharmas in the world can enter the Tao. "

Chi Xinzi revealed an astonishing piece of information, or a piece of history.

"Is it possible to hear what you mean...that only these 36 dharma can allow practitioners to break through to the level of Taoism?"

He Ping was surprised.

"Yes, the 36 True Dharma is the only way for practitioners in the world to break through and enter the Tao. Apart from these 36 True Dharma, there is no way to build the foundation of the Tao and achieve the Great Way."

What Chi Xinzi said made He Ping more and more confused. He couldn't help but ask: "Is there no way to enter the Tao other than the 36 Zhengfa? There are so many practitioners in the world, and no one has created the 37th and 36th Dharma." 38 doors to enter the Tao and rectify the Dharma?!"

Chi Xinzi laughed.

"Of course there is no such possibility. The 36 Zhengfa is already the ultimate movement of heaven. The 36 methods of entering the Tao that are most suitable for this world are like the number of heavens. They will not increase or decrease. Even if the Buddha is reincarnated and the Taoist ancestor is reborn, they will not be reduced. It is impossible to create a new dharma for entering the Tao... However, if the old dharma is replaced by a new dharma, such as the old dynasty is abolished and a new dynasty is established, it is not impossible."

It had to be said that the information content of his words was huge. After hearing this, He Ping fell into deep thought for a moment. After all, he also needed some time to digest the information.

"There are only 36 ways to enter the Tao in the world. This is really a surprising rumor, but according to Chi Xinzi, there are a lot of inside stories here..."

Thoughts went through countless thoughts in an instant, and He Ping also made a decision in his heart.

"I have accepted this booklet. I am also very interested in the method of "Demon Planting" and the origin of the longevity bone-stealing bowl. However, if senior brother wants to cooperate with me, he still needs to show some sincerity."

Hidden under the wooden mask, Chi Xinzi's expression was a little unhappy. He believed that he was quite sincere, but He Ping didn't know what was going on. Could it be that he really wanted to fight to the death with him and continue to fight.

(Wait a minute, this man has signs of bleeding. What he is most worried about now is not stealing the longevity bowl, but the one-horned mandrill in the mountain...)

But his mind was moving very quickly, and in a moment, he remembered He Ping's purpose of coming to Siding Mountain.

"I understand, junior brother refers to the mandrill. If there is such a need, senior brother will not be stingy in taking action..."

"Well."

The sedan He Ping was sitting on floated up a few inches. The figures of the paper puppets carrying the sedan seemed to be floating. They turned around and the sedan moved in one direction.

Other paper puppets followed the sedan one after another, and one after another strange figures left along a path covered with luxuriant grass.

"Then please invite senior brother to come with me!"

A cold voice also came from the paper sedan.

"good."

Chi Xinzi patted the red-scaled armored centipede sitting under him. The red-armored centipede opened its big mouth and swallowed the unconscious Cheng Zhi in one gulp, then raised its head upwards.

Next, the centipede puppet suddenly snaked its body, swam flexibly in the air, followed the paper sedan's departure, and chased after it.

…

In the jungle, Yan Laoer dragged his injured leg and ran several feet away. He was tired and tired, and he ran away with all his strength for a while. Finally, he was exhausted and sat down on the roadside.

Yan Laoer gritted his teeth and held a simple knife. He also abandoned his horse-cutting knife, which he usually used for eating, and threw it into the mountains. Dragging his injured right leg, he limped for half a mile. Finally, I couldn't run any further.

"No, no, if you don't run away, that guy will definitely catch up again!"

He struggled to get up, but unexpectedly, a gloomy voice came from behind him.

"Run, keep running."

A chill crept up from the soles of my feet to my forehead.

Yan Laoer turned his head nervously when he heard this voice.

Under the moonlight, a tall figure walked over, dragging a knife with the tip pointing to the ground, dripping blood all the way.

This man had a purple face, his right arm was missing, and he was holding a knife in his left hand. His blood-stained face was burning with hatred, and he cast a pair of bloody red eyes at Yan Laoer.

"Thief, you caused my brothers to die one after another, and the Thirteen Feiyun Riders have been wiped out from the world. How can I feel at ease if I don't cut you to pieces in this blood feud!"

The person coming was the sound of a horse. When the one-horned mandrill appeared, he and several other people in the Feiyun Thirteen Riders tried their best to stop it. Unexpectedly, the mandrill was extremely ferocious.

Feiyun Thirteen rushed forward at once, using an egg to hit a rock and a mantis to block the car.

It is true that this kind of bravery is worth mentioning, but it is a pity that in front of the mandrill, he was like paper. In the blink of an eye, he was torn apart and twisted by the ferocious monster, with his limbs and skull broken, and his death was extremely miserable.

The horse's cry recalled the death of Thirteen Cavalry, making him extremely sad and angry.

"Even if I barely escaped with my life, what would I have to explain to my master... Hey, you thief, please explain to me who is instigating you behind the scenes."

The steel knife in his hand vibrated and made a sharp sound.

Woohoo!

A dark wind blew through the forest in the distance. A group of crows living in the forest fluttered and flapping their wings. The horses croaked, sensing murderous intent, and turned around suddenly.

Zheng——!

Like the sound of a piano string breaking, there was like a gray cloud in the void, extending dozens of feet from the forest, drawing a perfect arc.

"who!"

Before the sound came out of his throat, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck as he heard the sound of a horse. His eyes suddenly stopped and fell back, and his eyes suddenly reflected the dark night sky.

"I am dead!"

As soon as the Miluo sword was released, the head of the head of the Thirteen Riders flew into the air. Just when it was about to fall into a pile of weeds on the ground, a white shadow flew over and hugged the head with both hands.

"What the hell..."

Yan Laoer was naturally startled and did not say the last word. When he raised his head and took a closer look, his eyes widened and his whole face became a little deformed.

It turns out that the person holding Ma Mingsheng's head is a paper puppet. The paper puppet has a pale face with a sad expression on it. Because of the brushstrokes, it gives people a funny feeling.

"Twelve, this is the twelfth one..."

At this moment, under the moonlight, a dozen pale figures, guarding a paper sedan, floated over in this direction.

At the same time as the sedan fell, a crimson shadow snaked around like a long belt, floating among the treetops and flying down from another direction.

Yan Laoer saw clearly that it was a large red-armored centipede, with a green-robed man sitting on the centipede's head. The green-robed man wore a wooden mask and had a long beak like a demon bird.

"Junior brother, what you killed with the Milo Knife was Ma Ming Sheng, one of Feiyun's Thirteen Riders. There were eleven corpses that you just ordered. Including Ma Ming Sheng, there is still one less body."

Chi Xinzi touched the demon bird mask on his face, looked around, made sure there was no one around, and then told the origins of the Thirteen Feiyun Riders.

"It should be Qi Huiying, who is ranked fifth. I have met that person once."

He Ping in the sedan spoke indifferently.

"She should have escaped during the chaos."

"The Thirteenth Rider Feiyun is a member of the Chongyang Palace. We cannot let her escape. Otherwise, if she lets out a hint, it will be extremely detrimental to you and me."

Chi Xinzi quickly warned him.

"This is natural."

Yan Laoer, who was huddled in the corner, couldn't help but shuddered when he heard the conversation between the two people, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat.

"If you want to get rid of the secret activities of the Thirteenth Feiyun Cavalry, why do you two say it so generously? You are deliberately trying to kill people and silence them... I am really unlucky this time!"

On the other side, He Ping could tell from Chi Xinzi's tone that this "senior brother" was extremely afraid of Chongyang Palace.

"But senior brother, don't worry. As long as she is still on the boundary of Siding Mountain, she can't escape my grasp. The most important thing now is the one-horned mandrill."

He seemed to have the pearls of wisdom in his mind and spoke unhurriedly.

"I have other arrangements that can further weaken the mandrill monster. I'll ask my senior brother to take action to settle the matter later."

"That's easy to say."

Chi Xinzi nodded, and behind the wooden mask, those evil green-yellow eyes were cast in the direction of Yan Laoer.

"What about this person? Do you want to silence him as soon as possible?"

The man in green robe had a cruel smile on his face.

When Yan Laoer heard this, his whole body shook like chaff, knowing that he would not be spared.

Suddenly, at this moment, a group of fireworks rose in the distant sky.

"The signal is coming," He Ping's slightly excited voice sounded from the sedan.

"Several other teams entering the mountain encountered that mandrill!"