There are a dozen Taoist boys in the classroom. Except for the one who is born with immortal roots in the foundation-building stage, the rest of the Taoist boys are all in the Qi-training stage.
They sat cross-legged on the futon, with a wooden table in front of them.
In addition to placing the Four Treasures of the Study and books, the wooden table also has an abacus, but the beads on the abacus are all made with human eyes.
Not only did Ren Qing deliberately reduce the sense of presence, he also separated some ghost figures to follow Wuxian, mainly to explore the reality of Wuwei Taoism.
"What the hell, does the Taoist sect still teach arithmetic now?"
He fiddled with the abacus casually a few times, and suddenly felt a tingling pain on his fingertips, which almost broke the skin of the dead ghost.
Ren Qing didn't expect that the abacus was a magic weapon. If he used it carelessly, his fingers would be minced in an instant.
He had already noticed that Wuwei Taoist Temple was unusual, and just as he was about to continue checking, footsteps outside the door entered the classroom from far to near.
She was a middle-aged female Taoist priest in her forties. Her limbs had varying degrees of alienation, and her cultivation was at the level of perfect foundation building.
There was no need for the female Taoist priest to remind her, and the sound of recitation rang out in the classroom.
"In a hurry, I found a unique goblet and listed the names of all the things."
"There are no toilets in the separate houses, and you will be happy to spend the day with Shaocheng."
"You must be happy if you try your best..."
Ren Qing raised his eyebrows after hearing this. He immediately realized that what he was studying in class was "Jijiupian", which is about literacy and etiquette.
Although Jijiupian is far less famous than Baijia Xing, it is indeed an ancient literacy textbook and is usually read by children every day.
However, the urgent chapter of Wuwei Taoism has been slightly modified, and the conversion of various types of money has been specially added, which should correspond to the abacus, a magic weapon.
Ren Qing only regarded it as an introduction to arithmetic.
But for him, it was a bit uncomfortable to let himself and a group of young children learn to read in the classroom. It was better to go to the mountains for retreat.
Two hundred years of life are almost the same, and it's time to be promoted to a shadowless ghost.
Ren Qing also didn't expect that the Taoist boy was at least in the Qi training stage, but he couldn't even read.
He suspected that when Wuwei Taoist Temple recruited Taoist boys, it had already used some means to instill the contents of the Celestial Insect Method into their memory.
Ren Qing suddenly lost interest and focused all his attention on Wu Quantum.
Due to his out-of-control alienation, Wu Quantum's temperament is a little weird, but he is obviously controlling himself after staying away from the crowd.
He sat cross-legged like a corpse and said he was practicing, but in fact there was no movement.
In the Taoist temple, in the center is the statue of Tian Daozi. Even the three Taoist ancestors can only be placed on the right side, which shows the status of the founder of the sect.
On the left is a huge stone platform, with a large number of tablets placed on it, hundreds or thousands of them. The tablets are engraved with various Taoist numbers.
Ren Qing originally thought that the tablets were all used to commemorate the dead, but he soon discovered that the Taoist tablets actually exuded a faint aura of magic.
These Taoist numbers should be contaminated by the souls of Wuwei Taoist disciples who have gone out, so as to confirm whether they are dead.
Wu Quantum knelt in front of the statue of Tiandaozi. The distracting thoughts on his face slowly disappeared as he meditated, and his expression became pious.
Ren Qing pinched his temples, even if Wu Qun could eat a few people, it would be so ordinary that he would not be able to do it.
The ghost shadow separated again and walked several times along the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.
As a result, in the entire Wuwei Taoist Temple, only Wu Quantum was in the elixir formation stage, and the rest were in the foundation building stage, and the number of people was smaller than expected.
Ren Qing was confused and didn't intend to waste time.
He could completely monitor the Wuwei Taoist Temple with the help of the soul butterfly projection, so why would he need to attend a literacy and arithmetic class with a group of young children.
The ghostly shadows on the soles of the feet spread out in all directions, quietly wrapping up the classroom to prevent the aura of the spell from accidentally leaking out.
Ren Qing knocked on the table, causing a movement that caused the Taoist boys around him to stop abruptly.
Amid everyone's surprised gazes, he walked up to the middle-aged female Taoist priest and asked, "Taoist priest, what do you call me?"
The middle-aged female Taoist priest looked dazed for a few seconds, and then replied: "Tian Fuzi, I am the junior sister Wu Quantum. I practice the Biluo Technique and integrate my true energy into my limbs and torso..."
"OK OK."
The Taoist boys didn't know who Ren Qing was who suddenly appeared, so they could only sit tremblingly on the futon.
"When will the sect recruit disciples?"
Tian Fuzi was affected by the spell and said like a puppet: "On the fifteenth day of every month, mainly nearby farmers and some merchants in the city."
"Why write arithmetic?"
"Arithmetic is the foundation of our sect, established by the previous headmaster Qiankunzi..."
Ren Qing probably understood what Tian Fuzi meant. A disciple of Wuwei Taoist Temple turned to arithmetic as a foundation after leaving his master's door, and he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of absurdity in his heart.
"Doing business?"
"Altruism is self-interest."
He could imagine what kind of business it was. Since it involved weird monks, it was probably something evil.
In a sense, it is really similar to the Jailer Hall.
"Forget it, that's it, you continue."
Ren Qing's eyes flashed with light, and Tao Tong and Tian Fuzi recited the first aid chapter, but there were some fragments in the memory.
"I don't know what Tian Daozi will think when he sees this scene..."
"But young children who practice the Nether Celestial Insect Technique can be allowed to sneak into Wuwei Taoist Temple."
When Ren Qing walked out of the classroom, others would only feel an insignificant change in the light, and they would not be able to notice anything strange at all.
The Wuwei Taoist Temple is really in decline. To deal with the current situation in Jingzhou where the heroes are competing for the throne, the chosen measure is to break it into pieces.
Even if the sect is destroyed, it won't matter. The disciples are scattered everywhere anyway.
Ren Qing left some soul butterfly projections in Wuwei Taoist Temple, and then planned to find a secluded place in the mountains to practice in seclusion.
It's been a long time since I came to Jingzhou, but I haven't carefully sorted out my own skills.
Even though his mentality has been very stable, he still feels a little tired, and he just needs some practice to relax his mind.
Ren Qing walked along the path through the mountains. A large number of farmers were busy in the fields, cultivating Jingzhou's unique crops.
When Ren Qing came, he didn't deliberately check the fertile fields because his body blended with the ghost's shadow, but now he noticed that the grain yield was extremely high.
The crop is somewhat similar to rice, but the ears are fuller and take less time to mature.
He picked a rice plant.
The ungrown ears of rice exude a subtle amount of true energy. If eaten for a long time, it will have a great impact on the physical constitution of Jingzhou people.
The farmers held crudely made hoe instruments, and with their cultivation level, which was not even in the Qi training stage, they could only barely control it.
Ren Qing couldn't help but lament that in order to survive in Jingzhou, Wuwei Taoist Temple did whatever it took and even started farming.
Just as he was about to leave, a young man in the field not far away came over and looked at Ren Qing with reverence.
The young man's skin is dark, and his insectoid transformation is not obvious. Although he has no cultivation level, it can be seen that he has developed a lot of strength in the fields.
He scratched his hair and asked, "Taoist Master, are you a disciple of the Immortal Sect on the mountain?"
"What's wrong?"
"I heard that Wuwei Taoist Temple is good at pulling chestnuts from the fire, but is it true?"
Taking chestnuts from the fire refers to the way to make money. After all, Qingyan Town is full of hidden dangers, which almost eliminates the possibility of advancement for ordinary people.
As soon as the young man finished speaking, the farmer grabbed him by the neck and took him away. The latter kept apologizing to Ren Qing for fear of being blamed.
Ren Qing shook his head.
He realized that Wuwei Taoism was still living off the ancestral property left behind.
No wonder Wuwei Taoist Temple is so prosperous and recruits disciples every month. It seems that the source lies in the nature of the sect's operation.
But how is this different from a lamb to the slaughter?
Ren Qing shook his head and then disappeared into the mountainside.
He found a hidden cave on the hill next door, blocked the entrance and exit with gravel, and began to practice in seclusion.
By the time the retreat is over, the Immortal City will almost be able to show the tip of the iceberg.
Wuwei Taoist Temple did not realize that Ren Qing was missing, but the sound of reciting first aid was still heard every morning.
From time to time, disciples of the sect who have completed foundation building come down the mountain. It can be seen that the entire mountain sect does not intend to retain too many monks.
Ren Qing closed his eyes and meditated on the technique, spending a few days calming down his restless mind.
Then he took out the gourd instrument, weighed it, and nodded with a satisfied expression.
All the peach wine was poured into the flesh and blood furnace. As the fire evaporated the wine, his face couldn't help but blush a little.
The peach wine stored during this period was as large as a pond. Except for the part placed in Dameng Pavilion, not a drop of the rest was left.
He had never tried drinking large quantities of wine to extend his life before, and he mainly tried it briefly, because the drunkenness of peach wine was simply irresistible.
"Again~~~"
Ren Qing only felt that his primary and secondary souls were gradually losing consciousness, but his own longevity was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He asked the ghost to protect him, and then fell drunk in the cave.
Snoring sounded one after another.
Ren Qing seemed to have transformed his body and soul into a soul butterfly, traveling through mountains and rivers, and in the blink of an eye he returned to Xiangxiang, thousands of miles away.
When he woke up from this dream, he didn't know how much time had passed.
Ren Qing covered his head with both hands, and his memory was interrupted for a moment. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
After being drunk, not only the body relaxes, but the soul also shows an upward trend.
He learned through the ghost that more than half a year had passed.
It was originally early summer, but now I felt the slightest chill creeping from the rock wall into the cave, and the Wuwei Taoist Temple was also covered with snow.
Ren Qing quickly checked the soul butterfly projections placed everywhere. As a result, the sect was peaceful, except that the number of tablets was reduced by dozens.
With the help of the information retained by the soul butterfly projection, he learned that it seemed that the sect had been involved in a battle between strange forces not long ago, resulting in casualties.
However, Wuwei Taoist Temple managed to escape smoothly without breaking any bones.
But it won't be so easy next time.
Taking chestnuts from the fire is indeed taking chestnuts from the fire.
Ren Qing called out the information flow, and as soon as his eyes glanced at Shouyuan's column, he was immediately startled, thinking that he had seen it wrong.
[Shouyuan: four hundred and seventy-five years]
What happened? He suddenly gained nearly four hundred years of life.
According to Ren Qing's original estimate, peach wine could prolong life for a hundred years at most, and the remaining two hundred years would probably come from the ghost market in Xiangxiang.
After hesitating for a moment, he simply peeled off the Youyuan in his Dantian to the ghost shadow, and took the initiative to return from the waning moon layer to the new moon layer.
The cave is still the same cave, but the Wuwei Taoist temple in the outside world has disappeared.
Ren Qingguan remembered the Dream Butterfly Technique and lowered his consciousness to the sky above the ghost market.
Not long after he appeared, Dameng Zhenren appeared next to him. After confirming that there was no problem, he quietly disappeared without even saying hello.
Ren Qing helplessly looked at the ghost market and found that the number of jailers had nearly doubled, and the trick of crafting weapons had also been spread.
Although not all of them have treacherous weapons, at least one-third of them already possess them, and almost all of them are related to the Taotie Law.
It can be seen that the strategy of the Jailer Hall was steadily advancing and the Taotie method was gradually popularized.
As a beneficiary, Ren Qing lamented that he and the Prisoner's Hall were mutually beneficial and the efficiency of life extension would only become higher and higher in the future.
So we have to find a way to get the Jailer Hall to participate in the game in Jingzhou.
Even if those weird things are more like the pseudo-yang god realm born from magic, they will definitely be of great use to the Song Zong's Wudeng Yin difference realm.
The more the jailer advances to the Yangshen realm, the more resources Ren Qing can use.
Ren Qing looked at Fengshi in the corner. The stalls inside were obviously not enough.
When he saw this, the soul butterfly turned into a ghost city, and then its body became more solid and quickly spread out.
The guards in the ghost city stopped and seemed to have noticed something, and looked at the sky in disbelief.
I don’t know when it started, but there was a news circulating in the jailer’s hall.
The owner of the ghost market was severely injured in Shuizhe, and his body and soul were alienated and out of control. He has been locked up somewhere in Xiangxiang.
Facts seem to prove this.
But now, the Lord of the Ghost Market has announced his return to Abi Hell.
A huge phantom dozens of meters high was clearly revealed, both eyes had mysterious double pupils, and there were three eyes transformed from dream seeds on the forehead.
A faint halo enveloped the whole body.
In terms of momentum alone, not even Dameng Zhenren can compare with it.
Huang Ziwan stood in the middle of the street, the joy of preparing to break through three unexpected changes was gone, and an idea came to his mind.
"Isn't Ren Qing going to be promoted to Yangshen Realm?!!"
It's impossible, even if you reincarnate in the Heavenly Creation Realm, you won't be able to reach this level.
But no matter how he looked at it, such a technique was not like what he could show when he first entered the Yin Chao realm. At least it was integrating the Yin God, or releasing the Yin God?
Ren Qing swept past the guards, then stretched out his hand and slapped them hard.
Dreamland Magic tried to modify the ghost market, but it was difficult to rely only on the Soul Butterfly Magic Artifact, and only a few fine-tunings could be made.
At this time, Dameng Zhenren appeared again, and light and shadow enveloped Ren Qing.
With the help of the Yangshen Realm, the dream branches grew, the area of the ghost market gradually expanded, and the stalls in Fengshi also increased several times.
Ren Qing took a deep breath and almost leaked the information. Fortunately, Dameng Zhenren took action in time.
After the fairy market in Jingzhou is completely established, we can discuss with Dameng Zhenren to connect the two markets.
After Ren Qing completed the expansion of the ghost market, he felt that his consciousness became weak.
However, he did not return to his body immediately. Instead, he went to Dameng Pavilion and prepared several copies of all the required materials.
Then, with the help of the connection between consciousness and the prison in the belly, the material is transferred into the small world inside the body.
Ren Qingshun took the peach wine he deliberately set aside and put it on the shelves of Dameng Liquor Shop in the ghost market, in order to restore the jailer's harvested longevity.
After everything is ready, it's time for the cultivation level to be promoted.
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