Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

It is indeed true that when fortune smiles, everything goes well. Duan Yun, barely initiated into the world of Jianghu, not only befriended Hua Wen, Hua Wu, and Zhang Tielan, but also successfully imparted martial arts for the first time, leaving behind two seeds of kindness in this world of killing and fornication.

By morning, even the limping gray donkey seemed to have forgotten its limp, hopping and skipping in front of Duan Yun, its donkey face beaming with joy.

This time, Duan Yun was truly ready to set off again.

This place was merely a transit point for him, and besides, after indulging in large portions of meat and copious amounts of wine these past two days, he felt like he was going to eat Zhang Tielan out of house and home.

Zhang Tielan was naturally reluctant to see him go, but Hua Wen and Hua Wu, engrossed in their cultivation, and knowing they could easily find Duan Yun, the 'great medicine,' again, didn't try to detain him.

"This Brother Duan is truly a young hero," Zhang Tielan remarked, watching Duan Yun ride away on his donkey.

"Indeed, a remarkably good person," Hua Wu added.

"Let him hop to it. Such a rare 'great medicine' will soon be refined into medicinal juice; it's quite a pity."

Hua Wen and Hua Wu exchanged a knowing glance, understanding each other's unspoken thoughts.

"The road of life, like a beautiful dream, stretches long.

In the road, wind and frost, wind and frost beat against the face, drying it.

In the mortal world, how many directions do beautiful dreams have?"

Having just entered the world of Jianghu, Duan Yun had already grown accustomed to traveling long distances and sleeping in the wilderness.

Sometimes, he would even deliberately choose to camp in the wilderness, believing that being in such an environment, with the need to be alert to danger, kept the body and mind from becoming complacent, which was more conducive to cultivation.

Of course, that was the superficial reason; the real reason was to save money on inn lodgings.

Ever since feasting with Hua Wen and Hua Wu, Duan Yun had developed a fondness for drinking.

In his previous life, he hadn't been a drinker, usually just consuming sugary sodas.

But after enjoying wine twice in this world, he found it even more satisfying than the fizzy drinks of his past life.

Therefore, with his limited funds, he felt that spending money on an inn was less cost-effective than buying wine.

Now, Duan Yun rode on his little gray donkey, looking at the vast wilderness and wild forests beside the road, and couldn't help but hum this song.

During these days on the road, his strongest feelings were of desolation and the abundance of graves.

Sometimes, when spending the night in the wild, he couldn't avoid those tombs, some with names, some without.

Some of these fellows sleeping in the ground didn't even bother to cover themselves properly; he often saw exposed white bones.

Such scenes always gave Duan Yun the illusion of having entered the world of 'A Chinese Ghost Story'.

He was separated from Wangchun City by thousands of miles, and after traveling for so many days, he still hadn't seen any signs of prosperity.

Today, the weather was gloomy, with heavy clouds pressing down on the sky, creating a rather oppressive atmosphere.

Duan Yun took a swig of wine and wondered, "Is it going to rain?"

As soon as he spoke, a raindrop smacked him on the forehead.

Duan Yun couldn't help but say, "This rain comes as soon as you mention it, but thankfully, it doesn't seem too heavy."

But less than ten breaths later, a torrential downpour began to fall.

"F*ck!"

Duan Yun was instantly drenched, and couldn't help but curse.

It wasn't just that the rain came so suddenly; encountering rain was normal when traveling, and he could usually endure it.

But today's rain was different; it was freezing rain.

The rain felt like it was about to freeze on contact, chilling him to the bone.

Duan Yun was fine, with his protective true energy, but the donkey couldn't handle it.

The donkey's mouth was constantly exhaling white vapor, and its usually sturdy body quickly began to tremble.

Duan Yun gritted his teeth and lifted it up.

And so, on the muddy road, a gynecologist could soon be seen carrying a donkey.

Duan Yun felt that encountering such terrible weather and having to carry a donkey was even more embarrassing than Ning Caichen meeting a rainy day.

The freezing rain was intense; hailstones even pelted Duan Yun.

He knew that he had to find shelter, or he would be forced to make donkey meat stew.

Duan Yun quickened his pace.

The road ahead was lined with more shrubs, swaying in the wind and rain like dancing ghosts.

At this moment, Duan Yun's eyes suddenly lit up.

In the pouring rain and mist, a sloping path led upwards, and above it, the outline of a building could be faintly seen.

Finally, he had found a place to take shelter.

Duan Yun carried the donkey up the slope, discovering that it was a Taoist temple, which appeared to be abandoned.

The red walls were mottled and covered in green moss, looking like the face of someone with a skin disease in the rain.

"Thankfully, it's a Taoist temple, not a Buddhist temple, otherwise the déjà vu would be too strong."

Duan Yun muttered, already regretting singing that song.

Seeing that the gray donkey was almost frozen stiff, Duan Yun didn't hesitate and carried it straight into the temple.

Having often slept beside graves these days, he wasn't afraid of anything anymore.

Duan Yun went straight to the main hall, because many of the other buildings had collapsed, and only that one could barely provide shelter.

Reaching the dilapidated eaves, he finally put the gray donkey down.

By this point, he couldn't help but shiver.

The rain was too cold.

The gray donkey shook off the water, its body stiff.

Inside the hall, wooden frames from doors and windows were scattered on the ground.

Duan Yun chose a few relatively dry pieces, found a spot where the roof tiles were relatively intact, and started a fire.

Midway, he lifted his gourd and took a huge gulp of wine, feeling his body gradually warm up.

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Seeing that the gray donkey was still frozen, he poured a little for it as well.

The gray donkey drank this small sip of wine, and with the fire gradually burning, its condition gradually stabilized.

Duan Yun exhaled and sighed, "No need for donkey meat stew for now."

At this time, the sky was getting darker and darker, as if it were already night, even though it was only afternoon.

The sound of hail hitting the roof could be heard from time to time, like eggs rolling on it.

The freezing rain also brought up a cold mist, making the dilapidated Taoist temple look mysterious and eerie.

From here, a large old tree could be seen in the courtyard.

On the old tree, many dimly colored red cloths could be vaguely seen, and at the base of the tree were dense incense sticks and traces of red candles, probably left by pilgrims who had made wishes in the past.

One could imagine the temple's former glory.

Now, in stark contrast, only half of the deity statue in the main hall remained, making it impossible to identify which deity it was, making it look ghostly.

This eeriness was completely different from that beside the graves, and even more profound and oppressive.

However, finding such a place to stay in this terrible weather was already a blessing.

He didn't believe he could be so unlucky as to encounter ghosts.

Especially after drinking so much wine, Duan Yun's young hero spirit rose up, and he was no longer afraid.

Even if there were ghosts in this world, he was determined to become someone like Yan Chixia, perhaps also moonlighting as a doctor.

Glug, glug, glug!

Duan Yun took another huge gulp of wine and then began to practice the Jade Sword Stance.

One must never forget to practice martial arts at any time.

At this moment, the cold mist blew in with the wind, and the already weak fire suddenly flickered precariously.

Duan Yun decisively extended his sword fingers and thrust them forward.

The moment the white sword light landed in the fire, the flames roared to life.

The gray donkey was already used to his technique, because he added wine to the sword energy.

Duan Yun had fallen in love with drinking, not only because the wine gave him the joy of fizzy drinks, but also because it felt good to shoot it out.

Yes, these days, he had become accustomed to shooting wine from his fingers.

The wine and sword energy intertwined, adding an explosive aura.

Now, his sword energy could not only easily pierce through people's bodies, but also conveniently disinfect their penetrating wounds with wine, and even light them on fire.

The fire was stabilized, but the freezing rain showed no signs of stopping.

Duan Yun knew that he would probably have to spend the night here.

Just as he was about to get some dry food to eat, the sound of a bell suddenly came from the rain and mist.

In this dilapidated Taoist temple, in this pervasive rain and mist, the sound of the bell seemed to carry a mysterious and eerie aura, making one feel afraid.

Duan Yun peered out the door and discovered that people had indeed come to the Taoist temple.

A line of people.

These people wore tight white hoods over their upper bodies, not even revealing their eyes, and placed their hands on the shoulders of the person in front of them, walking forward with the sound of the bell.

Duan Yun discovered that they had no signs of life, their feet landed silently, and even their footsteps were uniform.

These walking figures were clearly corpses.

Rainy weather, an abandoned Taoist temple, a mysterious bell, walking corpses...

Duan Yun's scalp tingled.

Good heavens, did I really encounter ghosts?

The line of corpses didn't stop at all, and walked straight towards the main hall in the rain.