The Secret Way of Immortality

The moment Ren Qing had this thought, he noticed a change in his attire, gradually resembling a Taoist robe.

However, unlike the white robes of the students, his Taoist robe was predominantly black.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but frown slightly. He surveyed the Taoist temple, taking in the details of every corner, realizing that this was beyond the capabilities of mere術法 (shùfǎ,术法 is a general term for magic, spells, or supernatural techniques).

What astonished Ren Qing the most was the faint glimpse of a unique world beyond the Taoist temple, resembling a lake or perhaps an enlarged pond.

But the pond was extremely desolate, with stagnant water of an ink-green hue, littered with numerous massive corpses of unrecognizable form...

Even the sky was shattered like a mirror.

It felt like creating a Taoist temple within a snail shell.

An incredible thought suddenly arose in Ren Qing's mind. He instinctively reached out to touch the floor, his expression changing drastically in an instant.

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【Age: 1134】

【Lifespan: 5 years】

【Technique: Dao Dao Dao (Non-Action Taoist Temple)???】

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【Dao Dao Dao was created by the Heavenly Dao Child. Cultivation requires three Heavenly Dao Eggs to replace the positions of the brain, left lung, and heart respectively. Only by remaining immortal can it be cultivated.】

Ren Qing narrowed his eyes, realizing that this place was akin to Avici Hell, formed by the術法 (shùfǎ) of some great master.

道生道 (Dào Shēng Dào, Dao begets Dao) should be the key to entering and exiting.

However, compared to Avici Hell, the Non-Action Taoist Temple was on the verge of collapse, with only five years remaining. Could Xiangxiang have a force comparable to the Forbidden Prison Hall?

No, given the Blind Taoist's actions of spreading the Dao, even if the targets were ordinary people, the Forbidden Prison Hall would have noticed it sooner or later.

This suggests that the Blind Taoist may have only recently arrived in Xiangxiang...

Judging by the scene outside the Taoist Temple, the Non-Action Taoist Temple must have already been destroyed. Is the Blind Taoist a survivor from somewhere?

In the brief moment of Ren Qing's daze, the students' expressions turned fanatical.

They knelt on the prayer mats, chanting "Non-Action Dao," their voices deafening.

Meanwhile, Ren Qing's main body remained in the examination hall, the students diligently writing, showing no signs of being influenced by the Non-Action Taoist Temple.

The separated soul hesitated for a long time before slowly walking towards the center of the Taoist Temple. As it approached the lecture seat, the scent of sandalwood gradually wafted through the air.

Ren Qing's mouth involuntarily uttered neurotic mutterings, with the students responding with "Dao begets Dao, Non-Action Dao."

The separated soul could indeed easily detach from the Non-Action Taoist Temple, but he wanted to understand the situation and dig out the Non-Action Dao cultivator hidden within the Qinghe Examination Hall.

As he sat cross-legged on the jade prayer mat, the atmosphere became even more frenzied.

"What is Dao?!"

"What is Dao?!"

"What is Dao?!"

Ren Qing's ears rang, and he vaguely noticed an additional Taoist acolyte beside him, the latter echoing the students' shouts with a deranged expression.

This Taoist acolyte should be the cultivator who pulled him into the Non-Action Taoist Temple.

Everything around him was filled with the bizarre.

The Taoist acolyte said, "Bestow the Dao Book, grant the three times."

After he finished speaking, flesh and blood desks grew in front of each person, each with a bamboo scroll pieced together from white bones.

Ren Qing tried to move his position but found himself stuck to the prayer mat, the separated soul unable to leave.

Fortunately, even if the separated soul was damaged, it would not greatly affect the main soul.

The students began to read the bamboo scrolls in front of them, uttering exclamations of praise.

The Taoist acolyte looked at the scene before him with satisfaction, accidentally dropping his eyeball. He quickly picked it up and stuffed it back into his eye socket.

Ren Qing hesitated for a moment before opening the bamboo scroll.

At worst, the separated soul would be destroyed. He wanted to see what was recorded in the Dao Book. It couldn't really be術法 (shùfǎ), could it?

To his surprise, the contents of the bamboo scroll were incomprehensible, all about cultivating術法 (shùfǎ) with exaggerated costs, like the mad ravings of the Corpse Dog Soul within the Forbidden Prison Hall.

Moreover, there was no information stream notification, indicating that it was completely useless.

Seeing this, Ren Qing's main body inconspicuously began searching within the Qinghe Examination Hall.

Two hours quickly passed. He only confirmed that the two hundred or so students in the examination hall were ordinary people, but he still had no gains.

The Non-Action Taoist Temple then underwent a change.

The Taoist acolyte loudly said, "Two hours have passed, are there any cultivation questions?"

The students discussed among themselves, and one of them suddenly asked, "Dao Official, how does one refine the Filthless Body?"

Many gazes turned to Ren Qing.

Ren Qing did not answer. All the students began to shout again. To delay for time, he had no choice but to say randomly.

"Eat more vegetables, less meat, um, exercise daily..."

Crack, crack, crack.

Cracks spread across the walls, and the statues of the three Dao Ancestors began to collapse, with powder falling like raindrops.

Even Ren Qing did not notice that the hand of the Primordial Heavenly Lord had fallen off somewhere.

Ren Qing helplessly made up things, "Swallow thirty-six human hearts every day, and you can refine the Filthless Body when the Qi and blood return."

Another scroll appeared in front of him, the cover clearly writing "Pure Yang Immaculate Method," the content being the few words he had spoken.

"So that's how it is."

The student suddenly understood, cutting open his chest and abdomen to take out his heart.

He then loudly said, "Fellow Daoists, there are still thirty-five left. I wonder if you can give them to me?"

The Taoist acolyte nodded slightly, "No need. Being in the Taoist Temple, there are naturally resources to cultivate immortal techniques."

"What the hell..."

How could Ren Qing have imagined that events would develop like this? His main body immediately stood ready, with the aberrant mouth showing signs of spitting out the Dragon Snake Spine at any moment.

In the Qinghe Examination Hall, one could only hear the sound of brushes sliding across the paper in unison.

Ren Qing frowned tightly, using his status as a Forbidden Prison Guard to search wantonly, and soon discovered the student who had offered his heart in the Taoist Temple.

The other party was diligently writing, showing no signs of anything being amiss.

The student noticed Ren Qing and immediately asked cautiously, "Sir, have I done something wrong?"

"Do you feel unwell?"

"How could I... uh."

He suddenly clutched his heart, then fell to the ground with a deathly pale face, his chest heaving and his limbs struggling incessantly.

The Zhao Scribe who rushed over asked in fear, "What's going on?"

"You all get out."

Since the Forbidden Prison Guard had spoken, the Zhao Scribe and others naturally left the private room with trembling legs.

Under Ren Qing's gaze, the student's abdomen began to gradually swell, and a gurgling sound came from his throat.

Ren Qing stepped forward to make contact with the other party. The information stream showed an additional "Dao begets Dao (Remnant)" technique, seemingly undergoing some kind of transformation.

Before he could examine it carefully, the student's stomach burst open.

The stomach was filled to the brim with a dozen hearts, some still with fresh blood, looking as if they had just been taken out recently.

Meanwhile, in the Taoist Temple where the separated soul was.

The prayer mat where the student had been was now empty, and the others were still constantly roaring about what Dao was, almost deafening.

Ren Qing narrowed his eyes, now only able to confirm one thing.

The Non-Action Taoist Temple was probably already destroyed, otherwise, it would not have created such a mess. Spreading the Dao was more like the Blind Taoist's obsession after madness, which is why it was so strange and inexplicable.

A voice sounded again in the separated soul's ear: "Please Dao Official, bestow the Dao Dharma again!!!"