Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price Chapter 248

   Chapter 248 The Symbiosis of the Heavenly Insect and the Blood Moon

  Ren Qing remembered the Sanmu Lane mentioned by Daoist Fufeng, and decided to go check it out.

   He thought he had to ask passers-by to find it, but inadvertently glanced at the corner of Chen Street, and suddenly he already knew.

   Snow-white paper money slowly fell.

   Miki is the punishment, and death is the coffin.

  Xiangxiang also has a similar saying, Sanmu refers to the three torture instruments on the neck, hands and feet of the prisoner, and also refers to the coffin of the prisoner after death.

   A coffin was carried out of the alley by four people, and swayed towards the residential area.

   Unless it is an inexplicable tragic death, the people of Chen Street will still bury the body in their backyard, which is also convenient for worship at any time.

  Ren Qing waited until the coffin-carrying team was far away, then stepped into the alley, only to feel that the light immediately became dim.

  The sound of sawing wood echoed in the alley, and it was obvious that the business of Sanmuxiang was really good.

  The coffin shop was opened at the end. I wonder if it was his illusion. The temperature around him seemed to have dropped a lot, and the chill was infiltrating the heart.

  Ren Qing's expression became solemn.

   He noticed the real grievance not far away, indicating that Sanmuxiang not only sells coffins, but there are probably not a few corpses.

  The coffin paving area is not large, and it looks unremarkable. There are idle coffins piled up inside, and the old man is carving the patterns on it.

  The old man is over a meter tall at most, and his appearance is even more terrifying.

   His limbs were rotting to varying degrees, and traces of stitching with steel needles and cotton threads could be seen on his shoulders, and flies were flying tirelessly beside him.

  The old man's face was also sutured, and his mouth and nose were forcibly closed.

The arrival of   Ren Qing did not affect the old man's carving movements at all, but his right hand was a little uncontrollable and trembled from time to time.

"damn it."

   The old man complained softly at the back of his head, and Ren Qing noticed that there was still a mouth on his neck.

  The old man put down his tools and walked to a coffin in the house.

   "What are you doing? Help me remove the coffin board."

  Ren Qing took a deep look at the old man.

  The old man's voice was neither light nor heavy, just so it would not attract usurpers.

   The opponent definitely has a cultivation base, and it may even be in the Nascent Soul stage, but it is more restrained and it is difficult to detect the breath with the naked eye.

   Ren Qing's heart is awe-inspiring, how can the waning moon layer be so deep.

   In the past, before the Wuwei Taoist Temple was destroyed, only one Heavenly Daozi reached the Yangshen Realm, and the rest of the core disciples were all formed by forming cores.

   Maybe because of the blood moon?

   But even if the blood moon can raise the level of a monk, it won't make the underworld situation worthless.

  Ren Qing was full of thoughts, and grabbed the coffin cover with both hands.

  After the cover came off, a biting chill hit the face, and there were a lot of limbs inside the coffin, all of which were severed by the roots.

  The coffin itself is also an instrument, some of which are similar to the flesh and blood instruments of Wuwei Taoist Temple, but the material is not from a corpse.

   "You can just call me the old coffin. You don't look like you bought a coffin. Who introduced it?"

  The old coffin pulled out his right arm as he spoke, and the dark red stench of blood spurted out, and the smell was extremely pungent.

  Ren Qing tentatively replied: "Fufeng..."

  The old coffin nodded.

   He also did not choose to stop the bleeding, but instead chose the available arm.

   After the blood in the wound of the coffin turned bright red, he grabbed an arm and sewed it up skillfully.

   "You're not even in the Qi refining period. Your hands and feet are too worthless. I won't accept them."

  Ren Qing was a little stunned, the shop that Daoist Fufeng had to write down even if he was crazy was actually used for selling hands and feet.

   "Coffin old man, can you check Xia Fufeng's hands and feet?"

"kindness?"

  Old Coffin frowned and couldn't help sizing up the man in front of him.

   After all these years in Chen Street, it was the first time he met someone who was interested in his hands and feet, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

   But just after Coffin Lao accidentally observed, he found that Ren Qing's physique was very strange.

   The real essence is so weak that it may dissipate at any time, the ribs are intact and it is not like a natural ability to cultivate, but there is a kind of peculiar...

How to say   , ordinary monks are all adapted to the true essence, while the other side is completely opposite.

  The old coffin put down the tools at hand and said in a soft tone, "What's your name?"

   "Ren Qing."

   "I can't recognize Fufeng either, my hands and feet are in the coffin, find it yourself."

   "Thank you coffin old."

  Ren Qing stretched out his hand and groped in the coffin magic weapon, the information flow surged in front of him, and he soon learned a lot of clues.

   There are various degrees of alienation in the hands and feet, and the cultivation techniques are not the same, but they should all be adapted from the Heavenly Dao Introductory Method.

   Without exception, the cultivation technique does not need to cooperate with Tiandao insects.

   Then where does the real essence come from?

  Ren Qing turned over to Fufeng's arm at the bottom of the coffin.

The skin of the    arm is covered with scars. It should be Fufeng who cut off the alienation traces, trying to slow down the alienation of the body.

   "He should really want to go back to the crescent, even at the expense of self-harm."

  Ren Qing closed the coffin cover again and couldn't help turning his head to ask, "Coffin old, what can you exchange your hands and feet for here?"

  Old Coffin narrowed his eyes and replied, "Make a request within your ability."

   "Hey, but you have to give me your hands and feet first. Whether the request can be fulfilled or not is actually not up to me."

  Ren Qing nodded.

  Fufeng Daoist has been looking for a way to leave since he arrived at the waning moon layer, but unfortunately there is no clue until he is about to die, so he has to ask the coffin for help.

   But how could the coffin old man do it, the Taoist Master Fufeng finally ended up in a foreign country.

   Old Coffin suddenly said: "If you want to sell your hands and feet, you can improve your cultivation first, and come to me after the foundation is established."

   "I have to leave beforehand, and strive to advance to the foundation stage as soon as possible."

  Ren Qing agreed immediately, but what he thought was that the monk in the prison hall who turned into a gecko might be able to provide hands and feet indefinitely.

   As soon as he walked to the door of the shop, he turned his head and said, "Old Coffin, take the liberty to ask how weird Xiachen Street is?"

  The old coffin shook his head slightly: "There are three strange creatures, and they are the usurpers who like to snoop and listen, so they must speak in a low voice."

   "The bluff who likes to peep, illuminates the house at night."

   "Also... don't forget that there are no beaters in the morning street, and there are no beaters with a height of three meters. If you encounter them, leave immediately."

  Ren Qing did not continue to ask questions, the relationship between the two was not so good.

   He walked out of the alley quickly, feeling the heat of the sun shining on his face, and the chill from Sanmu Alley was dispelled a lot.

   The coffin in the shop opened a coffin, took out a book from inside and looked at it, before muttering to himself after a long time.

   "He has no ribs, his blood is like silver, his skin is as thin as a cicada's robe, and the blue and white gather in the dome..."

   "If it weren't for the books that recorded the natural immortal bones, I would have thought it was a stroke of luck."

  Ren Qing was skeptical of what Coffin said, but one thing was certain, that is, the morning street is very dangerous, and we must be more careful.

   Wei Wei should have the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul period, and the most important thing is that it disappears without a trace, and it is difficult to contact its body at all.

   This kind of monster ghost knows how to form, what if the number increases again.

After   Ren Qing returned to the courtyard, he began to arrange it in a hurry.

  The walls of the courtyard were all reinforced, and copper bells were tied at the entrances and exits, and the windows were completely sealed, leaving no flaws at all.

  Although he is not afraid to fight against the strange, but it is indeed worth the loss at present.

   By the time Ren Qing finished his work, it was getting late, and there was no one on the street, only the strange chirping of insects could be heard.

  The candle was lit, illuminating the narrow wing.

   The ghost figure stretched out his body and silently protected Ren Qing.

  Ren Qing's attention was on the prison in his belly, the split soul was standing on the island in the center of the lake, and the heavenly dream seed was suspended in the air.

  Because it is not the body casting spell, and the Heavenly Dao Dream is not a soul butterfly, it is really difficult to build a ghost city.

   He can only try again and again.

   When Ren Qing noticed the old coffin, he understood that there must be many monks hidden in Chen Street, and the ghost market can play its due role.

  Although we don't plan to take the lead for the time being, we still have to make preparations in advance.

  The hazy light and shadow condensed on the island in the center of the lake, and the dream of heaven was brought to the extreme, and several dilapidated buildings were looming.

  Tian Ah was riding a husky on the shore, and he was very interested in the ghost market.

   But just as the building was about to take shape, the ghost city collapsed in the blink of an eye.

  Ren Qing has no regrets. Compared with the natural success of Soul Butterfly, it will undoubtedly require great patience to build a ghost city with Dream Seeds.

   He continued to put his energy into it, until the sound of a gong was heard in the distance, accompanied by a hoarse and low voice.

   "It's dry, be careful with candles."

  Ren Qing opened his eyes and listened carefully to where the Ta Geng people were walking through Chen Street.

  The speed of the fight is so fast that it is frightening, and the distance between each breath is hundreds of meters, as if teleporting out of thin air.

   But when he came to the north of the street, it seemed that he would deliberately stay for half a breath.

   Ren Qing listened to the wall for several hours, and when the beating of the gong disappeared, he turned his attention back to the prison in his belly.

  While slowly groping, he tried to modify the Netherworld method to be similar to the Qingfeng Qi Refining method, which could absorb the True Essence without the need for Heavenly Dao Insects.

   But no matter how Ren Qing changed it, he was never recognized by the information flow, and he couldn't even copy the content.

   He suddenly realized that he seemed to have fallen into a misunderstanding.

   How can the Heavenly Dao Law be separated from the Heavenly Dao Worm? The two can be said to be closely related.

  Since this is the case, how did the monks in Jingzhou practice the Law of Heaven...

  Wait, the Blood Moon did not completely wipe out the Heavenly Dao worm, so Jingzhou might still be caught between the two forces.

   The blood moon and the worms contain each other, which also gives Ren Qing a chance to take advantage.

  【Earth Immortal Period: Heavenly Dao worms integrated into the mountains of the earth, giving birth to spiritual veins to accelerate the growth and development of larvae and attract monks to come. 】

   If the celestial worms of the Earth Immortal period can spread their true essence all over the air, then the monks in such a treasured place seem to really not need to rely on the celestial worms.

   However, the identities of the monk and the worm seem to be interchanged. The monk becomes a parasite, but it is the worm that provides the nutrients.

   No wonder there are Yuan Ying monks even in Chen Street.

  Theoretically, monks can even reach the ascension period comparable to the Heavenly Strange Realm, but there are no parasitic Heavenly Dao worms in their bodies, which is far less than the jailer method of the same realm.

   But the ascension period is the realm where the heavenly worms broke out of the earth, and I always feel that they should not be able to advance.

  Ren Qing frowned tightly.

   If he didn't practice the Heavenly Dao Law, he would really stand out from the crowd.

   No, it is necessary to get in touch with those adapted Tiandao methods, and then create a suitable Tiandao method for oneself, and pretend to integrate into the group.

   (end of this chapter)

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