In the silent night, the blood moon hangs high.
Half a mile under the banyan tree, a man sat cross-legged.
Yin energy gathered around him, gathering and dispersing with each breath.
The little frog on the side is also imitating the same pattern of exhaling Yin Qi.
Palm-sized paper figures were scattered on the ground around One Ghost and One Frog, twelve in total, like toys discarded by children.
This is the ghost origami.
Nearby, around the tree, plant a hundred ghost grasses and a hundred cordyceps, which grow into grasses when young and insects when they grow up. A hundred cents per stick cannot be revived.
There are also fifty sticks of blood vine and twenty sticks of mistletoe.
The average monthly income is more than 3,000 yuan, which is about 1,000 yuan after deducting the cultivation materials. He can save 10,000 yuan every year.
Among the many evil souls, Tang Ping is considered rich.
He consumes fifty kilograms of ghost rice, ten bottles of ghost blood, and a pair of jade elixirs every month.
No ghost can achieve this kind of luxurious cultivation expenditure.
Instead there is a steady increase in proficiency in each spell.
It will never be unable to improve due to insufficient self-loss.
After a long time, it was time to call it a day.
Tang Ping slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at the notice board in front of him.
The realm column has changed from Evil Soul to Early Stage of Evil Soul.
Continuing the Yin Gathering Technique (15/2000) (Xiao Cheng)
This time, I will skip the initial introduction and go straight to success.
Small success is the early stage, great success is the middle stage, and perfection should be the late stage.
There are not many spells now, and with sufficient resources, you can increase your proficiency by two points every day.
In about three years, you can enter the middle stage of evil spirits.
At that time, the only thing left is to absorb the evil spirit, find the evil spirit, and successfully contain a little evil spirit, and then you can enter the realm of wandering souls.
But entering the realm of wandering souls is not enough and stable enough. Before that, the underground master territory should be secretly expanded.
Within his own territory, Tang Ping can be said to be an invincible existence in his own realm.
This time to break through the realm, there should be a quota for the underworld.
Tang Ping probably understood how the Mingqi came about.
One is the increase in power brought about by the breakthrough in one's own realm, so it can accommodate more underworld contracts.
At the same time, the previous underworld contract must be practiced to a certain extent.
Only in this way can the next underworld contract be opened.
For the next few months, Tang Ping concentrated on practicing and ignored worldly matters.
June 15th.
Tang Ping went to the ghost market again.
Entering the deep cave, at this time, there is another person in the cave.
This man was dressed in a red robe, with a young and handsome appearance, red eyes, and a dark red python tattoo from his neck down to the sides of his cheeks. The python eyes were faintly shining.
Next to him were two charming women with charming eyes and a fragrant fragrance.
"Who is this?" The man looked over.
"Your Excellency Zongzi, this is the ghost that I told you is good at planting."
"I see, he is also a rare talent." A smile appeared on the man's cold face.
In any era, having a skill, especially the ability to use resources, is particularly valued. After all, it is easy to control and does not pose any threat to oneself.
"This is the eldest son of Zuo Qing, the master of Yangjianfang in Ghost City." Old man Gongsun introduced.
"Zuo Zhongkao."
"Tang Ping, nameless brat." Tang Ping said with a smile.
As a living person, old man Gongsun would never stay in the underworld except for fifteen, so he naturally knew many living people.
"This is the only ghost in the underworld who feeds Youlan." Gongsun was still saying good things for Tang Ping.
"How about Youlanlei's exclusive supply of eight plants in the future?"
Zuo Zhongkao said.
Although Tang Ping didn't understand what happened, Gongsun had his own intention in doing this, so he agreed:
"Since Zongzi is willing to purchase a large amount, I am willing to sell it at 90% of the market price."
The so-called eldest son is the eldest son of a large family.
Could it be that the eldest son of the Zuo family is the eldest son of the Zuo Qing family in the mortal world?
Then this status is really not low.
As for discounts, they are actually quite common.
Old man Gongsun couldn't get so much Orchid Dew, so Tang Ping usually hung it here to sell it, and sometimes it took a long time to sell out.
Now that there is such a fast sales channel, Tang Ping is also happy to see the success.
"Okay, it's settled."
Zuo Zongzi took out a dark iron plate from his sleeve and handed it to the maid beside him. The maid came up holding the iron plate and handed it to Tang Ping.
There are four big characters written on the iron plate: Zuo's disciples.
"Thank you!"
Tang Ping took it back into his storage bag.
"If there is something going on in the world, I will leave first. Whatever you hand over in the future, please give it to old man Gongsun. The money will be paid every three months."
As soon as he finished speaking, regardless of whether everyone responded or not, the three of them turned into a ray of light and disappeared.
Money in this world is quite special. The so-called money can communicate with ghosts and gods. Naturally, it can be used by humans and ghosts.
"What's going on?" Tang Ping was confused.
"You sell a lot of things in the ghost market. Even though your face is covered, it is not difficult for someone to find it. Besides, if the place where you are growing is discovered one day, what will be the consequences?"
Old man Gongsun said.
Tang Ping thought about it and felt that there were enough things planted now. Although the banyan forest was in an extremely remote place, if a ghost really came here, it would definitely not be able to hide these things.
Especially that Black Wood Ghost. If this guy really regains all the lost ground, he will probably have to fight again.
Under the banyan tree is your own territory, and you will never give in at all.
"Tang Shen was formerly a shaman of the Zuo family, and is the ancestor of the Zuo family. As a disciple of the Zuo family, he is also a disciple who supplies resources to the eldest son. Other ghosts cannot steal your territory."
Tang Ping weighed it again and again and concluded that this method was really killing three birds with one stone.
"Haha, I understand. Thank you Mr. Gongsun."
In this way, the last hidden danger disappears, and you no longer have to worry about others daring to take advantage of you.
"It's okay, we're just helping each other."
"This is this month's harvest. In exchange for a piece of jade medicine, the remaining nine hundred coins will be given to me."
"good."
Tang Ping returned to the banyan tree, his eyebrows opened, and he carefully observed the iron sign.
There is no spell on it, it is just an ordinary iron plate. The lines on it should be used to prevent counterfeiting.
"interesting."
This brand actually has other functions, and I will try to figure them out in the future.
Tang Ping showed a strange smile.
"Quack!"
The frog who was eating ghost rice from a bowl shuddered when he saw it. It seemed that he had the same smile when he saw Mr. Hou for the first time.
One month later.
On July 15th, the door of hell opens wide.
The evil spirits are out.
Leaving the frog and the twelve paper figures behind, Tang Ping headed to the underworld.
After entering the Yang Realm, Tang Ping rushed to the east.
During the journey, his body grew taller, his body turned into wood, and wooden antelope horns sprouted from his head, turning him into the body of a nine-foot-tall tree god.
This is the fifth time to go to the underworld.
This is the first time Zhang Qi has offered sacrifices to ghosts and gods since he took control of the savage tribe.
The object of sacrifice is oneself.
But Tang Ping didn't want to go there by himself. In order to maintain a sense of mystery, he decided to go as the banyan tree god under the throne of Youdu Tinghou.
As Zhang Qi grows up, Marquis Youdu Ting can no longer be exposed, and he must maintain the vague sense of awe he had when he was young.
This was the first time for him to be sacrificed in the underworld, and Tang Ping was looking forward to it.
He, the Tinghou of the Three Zhang Youdu, finally took the first step towards conquering the Yang Realm.
