In the past, the Lingtai Sect and Duer Tower's real conversion process was only physical persuasion.
Work your body first, and then your spirit. Beat, preach, and influence.
Most of the time, it only applies to ordinary evil people. After being reformed, they will not be released, but will be transferred to other places to make them work in farming, blacksmithing, etc., in order to atone for their sins.
Even for the latter, it is necessary to recite Buddhist sutras day and night. The best effect is achieved when the muscles and bones are tired, the body and skin are hungry, and the body is exhausted.
Just after being caught, it is the time when the person is most unruly and unruly. If you want to reform someone, you will get twice the result with half the effort.
"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? You can't just not do some things just because no one does it." Lin Mo said casually, talking about some Buddhist words he often heard in his previous life.
"This... is the Buddha!" Qingkong was stunned, and without saying much, he immediately opened the door and gave way.
He stepped aside and picked up a small notebook with a solemn expression, as if he was recording something.
Lin Mo patted the other party's shoulder encouragingly and walked into the tower.
The entire Duer Tower has a total of nine floors, with a spiral staircase going up.
There are prisons on each floor, and the lower three floors are Datongpu, separated by stone walls.
The middle and third floors are separate private rooms.
The upper three floors are exclusive secret rooms.
There is a special futon in front of the prison for monks to chant sutras and be inspired, and there is a torture instrument on the side for physical enlightenment.
As soon as I walked into the tower, I was greeted by the mixed stench of blood, feces, and urine.
Lin Mo looked calm and kept walking forward without stopping.
The uproar soon ensued.
Among them, the loudest one was a goat-bearded man with sunken eyes, yellow hair, and a Taoist robe.
"Who are you? Can you save me? Help me!
I am Thuja Taoist. In fact, I am not dead. The entire Thuja Island is mine. The power I lost is on the island.
As long as you get me out, no, I need a chicken leg now to wake up my sleeping power!
As long as you give me the chicken legs, I will get back the lost power and directly make you a grandmaster, or even a great grandmaster! "
Then there was a clanging sound.
Taoist Goat Beard's hands were wrapped with handcuffs, and he stared at Lin Mo, banging on the cell door and shouting at the top of his lungs.
Lin Mo glanced at the inscription in front of the cell.
I immediately knew its origin.
His name is Ma Sandao, he is a charlatan, he is not weak in strength, has a perfect destiny, and is a half-step master.
He is accustomed to deceiving others with his words and defrauding money, treasures, and even women's bodies. After enjoying the process of deception, he will kill the whole family of the victim.
He is quite infamous and has thousands of lives on his hands. He has always been able to get away with it because of his skill in disguise and light kung fu.
A few days ago, I happened to bump into a true disciple who was traveling, and he was captured alive and used to torture him about the corresponding method.
Just when he was about to kill him when he was done with it, he learned that the sect would restart Dueta, so he donated his people.
Lin Mo stared at the other party. At the moment, Wu Daotian's body was weak and his mind was unbearable.
He is just an ordinary person with no secrets.
It seems that what the other party just said was a lie.
That's right, there are so many strange things in the world that he can encounter.
Thinking of this, Lin Mo gently opened the lock of the cell door and walked in with a creaking sound.
"You...Hello, I am really Taoist Yabai. Please save me. Please save me quickly. I will give the entire Lingtai Sect to you!..." Ma Sandao did not expect that Lin Mo would really open the door, and he immediately seemed to come to life. Drawing cakes happily.
Just as he was talking, he felt something was wrong.
Especially looking at Lin Mo's dull face.
Suddenly, for some reason, he felt a little nervous.
Speaking of which, those who can enter the Lingtai Zongduer Tower must have a high status. If he really deceives them and not leaves, the benefits will definitely be huge.
People in high positions like this are the most ambitious and the easiest to deceive.
But at this moment, being watched by Lin Mo, he felt a little scared for no reason.
"Hello, I didn't...I didn't lie to you. I am really a Taoist priest...If you don't believe it, I can tell you a secret first, a shocking secret..." Masandao stammered.
Lin Mo didn't reply.
He just continued to walk closer, looked around, and then looked away.
"Feel sorry……"
After entering this Duer Tower, in fact, according to the procedures, no matter whether you are obedient or not, it is impossible to get out. The labor camp all the way, the life with the end in sight, is actually a kind of torture.
In addition, he has done so many evil things...
"Actually, it's okay. Taking steps is walking, settling down is walking, and death can also be a new beginning, so don't be afraid..."
"??" Ma Sandao was stunned, and subconsciously crossed his hands in a defensive posture.
But he saw Lin Mo hooking his hand.
The next moment, a strange scene happened.
Ma Sandao, who was looking on guard, was suddenly startled and fell straight to the ground.
A cloud of slightly black smoke slowly rose up from his body, gushes out, and gathered in Lin Mo's palm.
At the top of the smoke was a human face, exactly that of Masandao.
Lin Mo raised his right hand.
Ability to clearly control the presence or absence of the person in the palm of your hand.
The smoke was like a bubble, and he could pop it with a little force.
Holding it in your hands, a refreshing feeling, similar to the pleasure of chewing mint, is conveyed to your mind.
This is nourishing God’s will!
"...It's exactly what I expected." Lin Mo couldn't help but feel a little emotional and excited.
"If this is the case, does it mean that I can gradually form a method similar to death like a white-faced sneak attack? But, is there any limit to this kind of soul grabbing..."
For a while, Lin Mo's mind was wandering and he thought about many things.
But there is no doubt that, as far as he knows, the Black Soul Art of the Dead Soul Sect and the inheritance of the soul hunter have a key, which is to capture the soul with the soul, and the two must influence each other.
"Unfortunately, as promised, death is also the beginning. It seems that the beginning is gone now."
Lin Mo looked at Ma Sandao who fell to the ground. He was no longer breathing and his body was cold, as if he had been dead for a long time.
"Anyway, those who achieved great things in ancient times did not stick to trivial matters and sacrificed themselves to be my strength. This may also have a special meaning."
Lin Mo clenched his hands slightly, and the gray smoke disappeared.
And on the back of his hand, a subtle blood-red trace was now clear.
He opened the cell door and continued walking deeper.
The criminal who was close enough to witness the whole process was so frightened that he huddled in the corner. He was so frightened that he did not dare to make a sound.
But with a clang, the cell door opened automatically...
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A few days later.
After the Enlightenment Pavilion, there is an exclusive martial arts training ground.
The thick enlightenment tree grows tall and straight in front, like a horned dragon. Under the nourishment of a wonderful stone tree in the tree, it is now thicker and more vigorous.
The sun shines through the dense leaves, and the light spots fall on the bluestone.
A faint, mint-like aroma emanated from the tree and filled the air.
It makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Therefore, guarding the Martial Arts Pavilion can be considered a good job to a certain extent, and it was very popular among disciples in the past.
At this time, Lin Mo was dressed in white, eyes closed, standing in the sun.
His breathing was long, and his skin was paler and more delicate. On the back of his left hand, the skin and muscles were trembling, and a coquettish blood mark extended from the edge of his middle finger to his wrist.
After Duetta and his party, he did not hesitate and carried out many experiments.
The new talent he named Zunhun has three abilities.
The first is to capture. After using the ability, it is easy for ordinary warriors and those with weak spiritual will to steal their souls. It's a bit like the ability to seize souls after mastering the Dead Soul Art.
But there are limits. Even now Lin Mo can only use it on ordinary masters. As for the great master, he has to suffer some negative effects after he started to transform.
The second is digestion. As the name suggests, after seizing the soul, Lin Mo can digest and absorb it to enhance his own divine will.
This ability is similar to the Nine Transformations of True Spirit, but it is more specific, specialized, and more effective.
The third is to respect the soul. Just like that white-faced sneak attack boy, he can store and accumulate the souls he captures.
Then he attacked him and even killed him as a substitute.
The latter is naturally the most difficult and troublesome. According to the exploration of talent, only souls and souls of the same level can perform substitute deaths.
Once the quality of the soul of the soul is not enough, it will not be able to withstand corresponding attacks. The so-called substitution death is naturally a joke.
Generally speaking, if it is just a single ability, it can only be said to be useful and fun, but there is an upper limit.
But once you cooperate with the Dead Soul Art, everything will be different.
Lin Mo's mind slowly wandered through the notes on the human skin paper.
There are writings squirming on the blue panel of the Talent Orb.
He could feel a restlessness in his body, an irritability arising from his heart.
Qi and blood are abnormally declining and failing.
Visible to the naked eye.
Lin Mo's crystal clear skin began to wrinkle and lose its luster, and his breath changed slightly.
As if growing old and weak.
In this state, his mental state became more and more full.
My mind gradually became empty.
The air around me seemed to have changed, becoming warmer and softer, becoming like a kitten's down, soft and prickly.
There were bursts of murmurs in my ears.
Hiss!
It was a bit like the sound of a wild animal.
The warm world seemed to be spinning at this time. The Wudao Pavilion disappeared and the big trees disappeared. Instead, they were replaced by wind, strong wind, and a desolate grassland.
There were people on it, all dressed in different clothes.
Some were tall, some were skinny, some were male, some were female, some were handsome, some were ugly, they looked at each other wildly and ran wildly on the grassland.
No...not running, but escaping.
Behind it was a black shadow whose face could not be seen clearly.
hiss!
There was another strange noise.
But suddenly, it was as if something had happened and was a foregone conclusion.
Lin Mo looked like a third party, watching all this, but also like a participant, as if he had become a member of the grassland below.
Not who it was, but the black shadow.
The black shadow collided with those people.
Bang bang bang!
Ho ho ho!
Hiss!
Those people were holding the shadow, gnawing, kissing, and drooling.
The black shadow was also very crazy, biting one by one, waving its claws at the same time, grabbing at the smooth foreheads of those people, hiding in the abdomen under the clothes.
Blood splashed, brains splashed, muscles exposed, bones shattered!
Next, comes the nibbling.
Those people were gnawing at Lin Mo, and Lin Mo was gnawing at them.
Chewing every piece of meat, sucking the marrow from the bones, enjoying, soul, and fear.
That feeling is very wonderful, refreshing and refreshing, the muscles are trembling, the soul is trembling, excitement and numbness are mixed together.
Lin Mo was obviously crazy, but from a third party's perspective, he was also very calm.
He could see, on the wild grassland, in the sky, there were stone statues modeled after the lake, forming a palace.
The stone statue is huge and the palace is magnificent, but the shape is distorted, it is an indescribable line...
On the ground, below the desolate grassland, as far as the eye can see, there are black sea cliffs, with countless black shadows wandering among them.
[If you want to become an immortal, you must enter a realm. You can see the Three-Day Golden Palace from above, and there are immortals above it. You can see the Qilunhuang Mansion below, and there are souls living below it...]
[The person is like firewood, like firewood. When firewood burns, his soul enters a realm...]
A mysterious murmur suddenly came to mind in my ears.
The scenes on the grassland rolled by quickly as if accelerating.
All is quiet.
Those people began to stand up, as if they were afraid, dancing unknown dances, muttering something, shouting something,
And the black shadow revealed its true appearance, and now its body was broken and turned into a corpse.
The corpse looked like a human or an animal, and it was dressed in white clothes...the clothes Lin Mo was wearing...
[If you want to become an immortal, you must enter a realm...see the true body of your true life, observe the three life spans and seven centuries...]
Whisper happened to say.
After saying this, the vast grassland began to fade and was eroded by blankness. The stone palace above the head and the black sea cliff continued to move away and fade away.
There is only the end of the forest on the ground, all alone.
Those dancing figures and the chanting hymns really became clear and louder and louder...
[Those who enter the border...]
[Use the soul to capture the soul, see the upper, middle and lower parts... then... it will be...]
【...immortal!
! ...]
The moment the words fell, everything seemed calm.
turn out……
Lin Mo raised his left hand.
The clear red mark on the back of the hand now became darker.
The Enlightenment Tree still stands, its branches and leaves moving with the wind.
The sun shines on the body, and the skin is still crystal clear and fair.
Only the red mark on the back of the hand stung a little, as if it had been burned with a soldering iron.
"It seems to be beyond my imagination. With this soul talent, not to mention the side effects, the cultivation progress is very smooth. However, what I suddenly saw is the so-called Three-Day Golden Palace, the Seven-wheel Huang Mansion ?...And that black shadow...is..."
Vaguely, Lin Mo felt that the black shadow was him, maybe the Ten Immortals, the Soul Hunter...
Just like when he was practicing the Dongji Qinghua Sutra of Immortality, the big banyan tree he encountered was that person.
With a thought, he summoned the talent pearl screen.
The handwriting of Namo Lake has become so solid that it can almost be seen clearly.
[Dead Soul Art: (1/100)]
Once solidified, you can continue to practice on your own track, as before, avoiding the interference and influence of the so-called Ten Immortals.
Seeing this scene made Lin Mo feel a lot more at ease.
"Once the three-day golden palace and the seven-wheel Huang Mansion are solidified, you can use your true life body to absorb the soul with your soul. Maybe it will also strengthen your soul-revering talent to a certain extent... But before it is done, you still need to be careful."
Lin Mo let out a sigh of relief. The strength of the Ten Immortals became increasingly clear as he became stronger.
But compared to others, he can see hope of catching up.
The only price you pay is time and patience.
Fortunately, he had everything.
At this moment, a mountain breeze blew by, blowing up Lin Mo's hair.
He put it to his ear, frowned, and turned around:
"You are an uninvited guest. Your Excellency came to my Lingtai Sect, but you hid your body. Could it be that you want to test whether Lin has the ability to subjugate demons?"
The back is empty, with ancient trees planted, swaying branches and leaves, making rustling sounds, and no one around.
