The Way of the Immortal Master

Meng Zhang is also a temperament to do whatever he thinks. He stopped reading, put the master's notebook away close to his body, and walked towards the outside of the main hall.

Taiyi Sect is a small sect, and the entire sect covers an area of ​​less than 30 acres.

Among several small courtyards, there are patches of green spiritual fields.

There are no magnificent buildings in the gate, just a few rows of ordinary houses. The tallest sect hall has no decorations, and it is not at all inconspicuous.

Meng Zhang left the sect hall and walked into a row of houses next to him.

This is where the Taiyi Gate's big treasury is located, and all the property in the palace is basically stored here.

On weekdays, Tian Zhen, Meng Zhang's staunch supporter, lives here and is responsible for guarding the big library.

Seeing Meng Zhang coming in, Tian Zhen, who was meditating on the ground, immediately stood up.

"The master..."

"Don't worry about me, I'm just taking something."

Meng Zhang waved his hand and walked to the back wall of the house.

He reached out and groped on the wall for a while, twisting a few times.

With the sound of gurgling, a door was opened on the original wall, revealing a secret room behind.

Meng Zhang went straight in, familiar with the door and the way.

He has been here more than once, and has counted the supplies inside many times.

It is said to be a large warehouse of the sect, but the supplies in it are pitifully small.

Layers of runes are engraved on the walls around the secret room, which are used to prevent the loss of spiritual energy of the items inside, and to ensure constant temperature and humidity in the entire secret room, and to prevent insects and moths.

There are rows of shelves all around the walls, but most of the shelves are empty, and only a few shelves are filled with items.

Several large stacks of commonly used talismans, more than a dozen bottles of elixir, and a large pile of commonly used low-level materials, such as cinnabar, blank talisman paper, spices, monster blood, incense sticks, medicinal oil... are placed on the shelves by category.

There are several large jars on the ground.

One contains about two hundred catties of spirit grains, and the other contains some dried spirit dates...

There is a big box in the middle of the secret room, which contains less than a thousand low-grade spirit stones.

What is stored in the secret room is all the materials of the Taiyi Sect, which is also the accumulation of the entire sect for hundreds of years.

Although it is said that there is not even a decent magic weapon in the entire sect's large library, but to be able to accumulate these wealth under such harsh conditions, the successive heads of the Taiyi Sect have indeed exhausted all their thoughts and painstakingly managed the sect. .

The items Meng Zhang needs are not complicated, and they are not too precious.

He searched a few shelves and got what he needed.

Hetian Zhen greeted him, and Meng Zhang rushed away.

Meng Zhang found a stone the size of a millstone in the courtyard outside the main hall, and returned to the main hall.

After returning to the main hall, Meng Zhang placed the stone in the middle of the hall, took out the flying sword, and flattened the surface of the stone to reveal a flat surface.

Then inject true energy into the fingertips, and draw on the stone according to the record in the head's notebook. Finger-thick gaps appeared on the surface of the stone. The lines formed layers of complex runes.

Meng Zhang's memory is excellent, and it didn't take much time to complete the sketch, and all the runes and the records on the head's notebook are exactly the same.

Meng Zhang took out a bottle, which contained mercury tempered with aura.

Pour the mercury in the bottle on top of the rock, and use the remote control with true qi to let all the mercury flow along the drawn runes and flow from the gaps on the rock, quickly filling up all the gaps.

Take out the cinnabar, and smear it all over the surface of the stone.

A simplified altar has been set up like this.

A small bottle of monster blood and ten low-grade spirit stones were carefully placed on the surface of the stones as sacrifices.

Meng Zhang rejoiced in his heart. Fortunately, there were not many sacrifices needed and the cost was not high.

Finally, three long sticks of incense sticks are taken out and lit on the ground in front of the altar.

After finishing all this, Meng Zhang stood in front of the altar, calm and calm.

According to the account book of the head of the sect, the Taiyi Gate in its heyday once signed a contract with a ghost in the underworld, and the ghost was responsible for guarding the place of trial.

The disciples of Taiyimen need to set up altars, prepare sacrifices, communicate with this ghost, and then use the power of this ghost to send their spirits to the place of trial.

When offering sacrifices to this ghost and god, there is no need for face-saving efforts such as bathing and changing clothes, burning incense and fasting. The most important thing is that you must be sincere and not have the slightest contempt for ghosts and gods.

Standing in front of the altar for a long time, Meng Zhang, who felt that he had finally meditated, bowed deeply to the altar, bowed three times in a row, then lowered his head, arched his hands, and said very solemnly with a respectful expression on his face: " So-and-so, Meng Zhang, the head of the Taiyi Sect, sincerely prays, and asks the god to show his spirit."

After finishing speaking, Meng Zhang kept bowing his head and cupping his hands, and his body remained motionless.

There was silence in the hall, not even a little wind. Only the three incense sticks on the ground were burning quietly.

These three long incense sticks can burn for more than an hour in a windless environment.

As time passed slowly, Meng Zhang's expression remained unchanged, his movements did not change at all, and even his breathing was not disturbed at all.

Seeing that the three incense sticks were about to burn out, a change finally occurred in the hall.

A gust of wind generated out of thin air roared ferociously in the hall, making Meng Zhang feel a little unstable when he blew it.

Above the altar, a thick layer of black clouds appeared. In the black cloud, a looming portal appeared.

A sudden suction appeared in the portal, sucking the offerings on the altar directly.

Meng Zhang's heart moved, knowing that this was a critical moment.

He suddenly sat down cross-legged, and then meditated as fast as he could to communicate with his soul.

Soon, Meng Zhang entered a strange state that seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping.

In the haze, he felt the soul in his body.

It was a mass of light exuding a soft light with a human form. The surface of the light group was blurred, and the looming face was somewhat similar to Meng Zhang's appearance.

This is me, a flash of understanding flashed in Meng Zhang's heart.

Afterwards, Meng Zhang's consciousness entered this ball of light, and they were no longer separated from the ball of light.

Meng Zhang controlled his own soul, leaping vigorously, as if jumping out of a cage.

Meng Zhang's soul jumped out from the top door of his body, looked around, and hesitated for a moment. Then, resolutely, with an indomitable posture, he rushed towards the portal above the altar.