The Secret Way of Immortality

However, the newcomer was indeed peculiar, his legs exhibiting an exaggerated curvature that prevented him from walking normally.

Ren Qing's expression shifted; the person was one of the few Jianghu Taoists in Qingyan Town.

When he roughly scanned him, he only noticed that his legs seemed congenitally disabled, but now he felt something subtle about it.

Could it be some kind of mutation?

Outside the shop.

Wu Yong's skin was grayish-brown, his eyes rolled back, as if he were on the verge of death.

He laboriously leaned on his crutch, his gaze fixed on the plaque of the Wu Guan Bookshop.

His disability wasn't due to curved legs, but because his bones were too soft, and over the years, he had transformed his leg bones into their current shape.

Wu Yong pushed open the door of the bookshop, revealing a clean and tidy interior. Although the decorations had changed, it largely retained its original appearance.

He stared at the path leading to the backyard, his expression twisting.

It was a mixture of emotions: regret, relief, resentment, and regret.

"Fufeng..."

"Why did you come back? Why? Isn't this cutting off the thoughts of us few!!!"

By the last sentence, Wu Yong was almost roaring through his teeth, the veins on his hands holding the crutch popping out.

He panted for a long time before slowly walking into the courtyard, then noticed Ren Qing.

However, in Wu Yong's eyes, Ren Qing's appearance was exactly that of Taoist Fufeng, obviously unknowingly affected by sorcery.

He leaned on his crutch and walked up to Ren Qing, roaring, "You harmed us like this, why are you still alive?"

Ren Qing got up to meet Wu Yong, his eyes flooded with information.

【Wu Yong】

【Age: Thirty-five】

【Lifespan: Three years】

【Art: Qingfeng Refining Qi Method (incomplete)】

As expected, the sorcery taught by Taoist Fufeng led to the mutation of Wu Yong and the others, but there must be other hidden secrets.

Ren Qing tentatively said, "Didn't I come back now."

Wu Yong's expression became alert, muttering to himself, "You are not Fufeng, you can't be Fufeng..."

"Who exactly are you?"

Ren Qing was slightly helpless, it seemed he could only use other methods, but Wu Yong's behavior was insane, and his memory was likely extremely chaotic.

He simply erased the traces of the sorcery, stood in front of Wu Yong with his true form, and unleashed the dream sorcery.

Wu Yong's eyes widened, his lips trembled slightly, and finally he squeezed out a sentence: "You are an immortal..."

"What Fufeng said was actually true!"

Ren Qing made no attempt to conceal the Heavenly Dao Dharma, and the aura emanating from his body became ethereal, like a banished immortal descending to earth.

He knew that Taoist Fufeng must have found clues to an unknown world ten years ago, and may have even stepped into it.

Wu Yong didn't care about the pain in his legs, knelt down and kowtowed forcefully, letting blood flow from his forehead without stopping.

"Immortal, please guide me into the Dao!!"

"Immortal, please guide me into the Dao!!"

...

Ren Qing pointed a finger, and Wu Yong involuntarily stood up, the pain in his legs disappeared, and he immediately felt sincere fear and trepidation.

"Tell me specifically what's going on with Fufeng?"

"Okay, Immortal, I'll tell you right away."

Wu Yong swallowed, the deathly grayness on his face had long dissipated, and after organizing his words, he stuttered out the story.

Taoist Fufeng was originally just an ordinary Jianghu Taoist, making a living by setting up a stall to tell fortunes every day, and his life was indeed relatively difficult.

Until Taoist Fufeng went mad.

When Wu Yong said this, his expression became a little fearful, and his breathing was extremely heavy, but fortunately Ren Qing was there to embolden him.

The scattered images in his mind gradually became clear, and the dream seed quietly entered his Niwan Palace, to determine the truth.

Ren Qing seemed to see a gaunt man with sunken eyes, constantly muttering to himself: "I'm going to achieve the Dao."

As Wu Yong narrated, things became a little creepy.

………

After waking up, Fufeng couldn't wait to take out a writing brush, wanting to record the contents of his dream.

But then his expression became dejected, the immortal technique that was still clear just now was becoming increasingly blurred, and he couldn't write a single word.

He could only vaguely remember that a high and mighty immortal taught him sorcery in his dream.

Fufeng firmly believed that this was an immortal opportunity and didn't want to miss the hard-won chance, so he locked himself in the house and refused to come out.

Wu Yong hadn't become a Taoist at that time, and happened to have something to do, so he knocked on Fufeng's courtyard door.

The Fufeng who came out made him unbelievable, in just a few days, Fufeng had lost a lot of weight.

Fufeng's head was covered with scratches, obviously he often scratched his head with his hands.

Wu Yong opened his mouth and asked, "Taoist Fufeng, what... what's wrong with you?"

Fufeng grinned and took out a piece of paper from his arms, covered with bloody stains, but still without a single word.

"I'm going to achieve the Dao, an immortal taught me immortal techniques in my dream..."

He pointed to the paper and said, "Do you see if there are immortal techniques, do you see?!?"

Fufeng became more and more frantic as he spoke, his eyes filled with bloodshot, and his gaze towards Wu Yong seemed to want to devour him alive.

Wu Yong wanted to leave, but found that his arm was tightly grasped, and his fingernails pierced into his flesh.

"Taoist Fufeng, Taoist Fufeng, calm down, ah!!!"

Feeling Fufeng getting stronger and stronger, Wu Yong felt afraid and had to tentatively say, "Why do you want to write it down, can't you just cultivate in your dream?"

Fufeng released his arm, his expression became dazed, and he walked into the house in a daze.

Then came thunderous snoring.

Wu Yong fled in a panic, not daring to approach Fufeng's courtyard for more than half a month.

But when he saw him again, Fufeng's emaciated body had become strong, and the white hair that had grown on his temples had all disappeared. He couldn't see that he was in his early thirties at all.

Relying on his effective fortune-telling, he was already well-known in Qingyan Town, and even used the money he earned to buy a shop.

Wu Yong thought something was wrong, could it be that the immortal teaching the law in the dream was really true?

He couldn't suppress the throbbing in his heart, and couldn't help asking Fufeng, but unexpectedly received a definite answer.

Fufeng not only didn't hide it, but instead taught the immortal techniques to the Jianghu Taoists in the city, and even spent time pointing them out.

In his mouth, cultivating immortal techniques could transcend the mortal world and achieve immortality.

Wu Yong also became one of them. After cultivating, he could obviously feel strong and powerful, and it seemed that it was indeed an immortal technique.

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But before he could be excited for long, Fufeng suddenly fell ill, his bones began to deform, and his skin was covered with toad-like bumps.

Wu Yong had personally seen Fufeng's madness before enlightenment.

He quickly stopped cultivating the sorcery, but it was obviously too late, his leg bones actually became soft within a few days, thus losing the ability to walk.

And as long as he cultivated the sorcery, his body would develop strange diseases.

Qingyan Town soon suffered casualties, and Fufeng disappeared. The remaining Taoists joined forces to find him.

As a result, Fufeng seemed to evaporate from the world and disappeared out of thin air.

For Wu Yong, he would rather believe that Fufeng had indeed transcended and achieved the Dao. He was still immersed in this dream, not knowing whether it was true or false.

"Tell me the immortal technique that Fufeng told you."

Wu Yong didn't hesitate, reciting information about the Qingfeng Refining Qi Method, but the content became strange in the second half.

Ren Qing frowned, completely different from the Heavenly Dao entry method he knew.

The Heavenly Dao entry method is to make the body adapt to the Heavenly Dao insect eggs.

But Wu Yong's Qingfeng Refining Qi Method seemed to forcibly mutate himself, but the purpose seemed a bit inexplicable.

It's like mutating for the sake of mutating.

The display of information flow is also different.

【Qingfeng Refining Qi Method】

【One of the entry methods of the Wuwei Taoist Temple, it can be cultivated by sensing and absorbing the true essence between heaven and earth.】

In Ren Qing's impression, true essence must be absorbed by relying on the Heavenly Dao insect, how could it be so easy?

He forcibly calmed down, and then took out the materials to enhance the bones from the prison in his abdomen, and directly stuffed them into Wu Yong's mouth.

However, the mutation formed by this kind of sorcery can only be alleviated, because his body is essentially different from ordinary people.

Wu Yong only felt his legs regain consciousness, and he could barely walk.

He looked at Ren Qing with more awe, and only immortal arts could describe such methods, presumably he had met a true immortal.

"How many Taoists in Qingyan Town are in your situation?"

"Answering Immortal, four people."

"You can leave, and bring them to the bookshop in thirty days."

Wu Yong nodded quickly in agreement.

He was still a little dazed when he walked out of the bookshop, it was simply unbelievable.

Wu Yong couldn't help but have the idea of attaining the Dao and transcending, but the effect of the materials he had just taken gradually began to decline, and his legs were in severe pain.

His expression was horrified, he knelt on the ground, ignoring the strange gazes of passers-by, and staggered away only after kowtowing his head until it was bloody.

Ren Qing pondered for a long time.

Then he hesitated for a moment before using the Heavenly Dao insect larvae in the ghost shadow body to control You Yuan to enter the body and circulate the heavens.

At the moment when You Yuan condensed, the world in his eyes underwent earth-shaking changes.

Continuous drizzle fell, the air became cold and humid, the buildings in Qingyan Town also became closer, and the streets were bustling with people.

Ren Qing could feel his body becoming heavy, as if he was gradually being pulled into the abyss.

He endured the discomfort and did not dispel You Yuan, and slowly walked out of the courtyard.

The area of the entire Qingyan Town has more than doubled, and the population has quadrupled.

What surprised Ren Qing the most was that at least one-third of the residents had swollen bellies, and the rest had more or less mutations, which made him shudder.

He couldn't help but look at the sky, where a blood-red waning moon was hanging.

Buzzing...

Ren Qing's ears rang with a burst of piercing sound, and the waning moon visibly turned into a lower crescent moon, and his body became heavier.

It was as if a thousand catties of heavy objects were pressing down.

The raindrops in Qingyan Town became heavier and heavier, and the town itself became dilapidated.

Before Ren Qing could observe his surroundings, he suddenly heard a loud noise.

A hundred-meter-tall human-faced spider walked through the town, its aura was extremely terrifying, and its thick limbs strung dozens of people into its mouth.

While Ren Qing was in a daze, the blood moon changed from a lower crescent moon to a gibbous moon.

The movement of the kilometer-long giant walking woke him up.

Qingyan Town was as dilapidated as a ruin, but a huge mountain was floating in the distance, which was the rumored Wuwei Temple.

The blood moon began again...

Ren Qing was pressed to the ground by the weight and couldn't move, so he quickly dissipated You Yuan.

Return to silence, welcome back to the ordinary world.

I'm stuck, I wrote for three hours, sorry