Wang Zijia has heard a lot of reputations as an undertaker. He is mysterious and mysterious, with all kinds of information intertwined. It is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and his understanding is not clear.
It is generally known that they are responsible for collecting corpses, encoffining, and burying corpses in the sect.
Moreover, I heard that after the great change of heaven and earth, the reason why Taoism was able to flourish again was that the undertaker had absolute merit and status.
Other than that, Wang Zijia only knew one well-known thing: Encourers rarely died alive, and most of them had unknown old age!
The Demon Suppressing Tower will be their destination!
In short, this profession is the most legendary among the various arts practiced today.
While thinking, Wang Zijia jumped off the paper kite. The kite turned into the size of a palm and landed on Wang Zijia's shoulder.
Wang Zijia took a step and started walking in the mountains. Because the cemetery is in the back mountain, he landed in the front mountain, so apart from being a little cold, there was no other discomfort.
The mountains and forests everywhere seemed to have been taken care of by people. Although they looked natural, they did not look deserted. Compared with the top scenic spots in the previous life, I don’t know how many times better it is.
The green mountains are green, the springs are tinkling, and the mountains are covered with mist. Coupled with the extremely rich spiritual energy, it makes people feel relaxed and happy. It is indeed a rare and good place.
The only drawback is that the temperature is a bit low, and with the background of the mountain cemetery, it seems a bit cold.
While Wang Zijia was sightseeing, he unknowingly stepped into a mountain trail. When he realized that it was a dead end, he had already seen a small forest courtyard at the end of the trail.
The small courtyard looked very elegant, and he originally wanted to take a look, but before he could get closer, a skinny old man with an old face and yellow and sparse hair suddenly emerged from the courtyard.
Standing at the entrance of the courtyard, he didn't say anything, just stared at Wang Zijia blankly.
"Uh..." Mu Ran saw such a scene, which made Wang Zijia, who was in a good mood, slightly sluggish, "Hello, senior, this disciple is here to receive the Dharma from the Sutra Pavilion!"
The old man said nothing, showed no reaction, and just stared at him. Looking at Wang Zijia's vest, he couldn't help but feel a little chilled.
He saluted him politely, then decisively turned around and left. The other person seemed motionless until his vision disappeared.
"I take back what I just said, this place doesn't seem to be that good!"
Returning to the previous fork in the road, Wang Zijia climbed upward again.
Still not taking the main road, wandering all the way up the mountains, not going out for a long time, it was rare to relax, Wang Zijia was very comfortable.
"Senior Brother, Master told you not to choose any path to burial, but you refused to listen. Now you know the consequences. Junior Brother, I can still drink to my heart's content, but you can only eat dirt down there."
"You said you have worked hard for most of your life for what?"
"In the end, it's just a handful of loess, and a monument can't even be erected!"
"Look at me, I eat well and drink well every day, and there are a lot of babies waiting for me down there."
"My talent is not as good as yours, my character is not as good as yours, and my cultivation is even worse than yours, but I live a more graceful and longer life than you. Are you angry?"
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As he approached the top of the mountain, Wang Zijia was attracted by a strange smell of wine and met a second living creature.
He is still an old man, a bit like a Confucian scholar, but a bit unkempt. He is about fifty or sixty years old, and there is no fluctuation of mana in his body.
He was half-lying in front of a mound, with one arm supporting his back and a gourd in the other hand. His eyes were hazy and drunken, and while he was chattering, he would raise his head and take a sip from time to time.
The crystal wine flew through the air, flashing with bright spiritual light, and the rich aroma of wine spread along with the strange spiritual energy.
Wang Zijia took a few puffs subconsciously and felt a little drunk.
He immediately stopped moving forward and looked at the old man in front of the mound from a distance, chattering. It looks like he's dancing on the opponent's grave?
By the way, is there a tomb in Qianshan?
In his thoughts, Wang Zijia was in a daze.
When he regained consciousness, he found that he didn't know when he was half-leaning on a tree by the road and fell asleep.
"Fuck!" As his consciousness returned, he suddenly woke up.
Looking around, it's still the same road. The difference is that the old man has disappeared, leaving only the lonely mound, and the sky has already reached the afternoon.
"Did I sleep for a long time? Just because of a few breaths of alcohol? What the hell?"
Wang Zijia was confused and felt something was wrong with her breath.
Cultivation: [Boy] Middle Stage (Twenty-five Years 2557/5000)
Spiritual Root: Special Earthly Spiritual Root
Kung Fu: Wanyu Basic Kung Fu
Talent: Spiritual Root Seed Demon
Spells: Clay Control (Dacheng), Rune Sense (Dacheng),
Talisman making technique (small success 500/1000),
Clay transformation invisibility (entry level 300/600),
Earth Spear Spiritual Arrow Technique (entry level 200/400),
Spiritual shaping (50/300 before entry),
Tai Chi: 82
French money: 324
Seeing that Daoxing suddenly had more than a year, Wang Zijia was a little confused.
You know, he was saving money to buy spells these days, but he couldn't exchange a single pill.
"Forget it, there are too many big guys in this peak, so stop wandering around."
Wang Zijia looked at the sky and headed towards the road up the mountain. Regarding the one year of Taoism that he suddenly gained, Wang Zijia was even more worried about the inexplicable lethargy he had felt before, and was even a little drunk now.
After all, it is not too difficult for him to cultivate Taoism in one year, it is just a matter of a few explosive spiritual pills.
After a while, Wang Zijia reached the top of the mountain. The entire top of the Heritage Peak is occupied by a huge white jade attic.
The attic is simple and heavy, with carved railings and jade walls, giving off a strong atmosphere of time.
The amazing thing is that there are no one guarding here, and there is no access control. The door of the entire white jade attic is open, and it seems that you can come in and out at will.
It was already afternoon, but there were still many people coming and going.
Wang Zijia walked into the attic out of curiosity.
In an instant, Wang Zijia's vision changed. When he came back from his trance, the world had changed.
He came to a huge space, like the depths of the starry sky, surrounded by darkness and countless streams of light shining above his head. At this moment, he was stepping into the void, his face full of confusion.
[Elementary inheritance command talisman can be taught a method. Does it have a goal? 】
At this time, a majestic voice sounded in the sky.
"Disciple wants to choose clay activation!" Wang Zijia bowed to the starry black void and replied respectfully.
[Clay activation, first-level high-level, the core Taoist method that lays the foundation of the earth system, is the direct inheritance of the Taoist Court. To redeem Fu Yuan's weapon and talismans, one point of merit and one thousand and four Tao merits are required. Should I use the inheritance order exemption? 】
"yes!"
Taoist power is money used within the sect, but Taoist power can be exchanged for Dharma money, and Dharma money cannot be exchanged for Taoist power at will.
As for merit, it belongs to the sect's contribution system, which is equivalent to meritorious service and so on.
With Wang Zijia's confirmation, a meteor fell from the depths of the starry sky, and finally turned into a book of skills in front of Wang Zijia.
Wang Zijia took over the technique in a daze, but before he could do anything else, countless streams of light appeared in his sight again, and then he returned to the door of the Sutra Pavilion.
Wang Zijia: "······"
Looking at the book in his hand, he was still a little confused. Why did he feel like he had no experience?
Where is the collection of thousands of books that I have been looking forward to for half a day?
What about the Grand Sutra Pavilion?
How come it's all done just by trembling every time you go in and out?
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