Chapter 102: The Nine Netherworlds, Pure Yang Energy

Dingfeng Dragon Gu, like a dream, inexplicably goes to somewhere in the dark.

Taking advantage of his free time, Xu Yang packed up and left.

Jiuyou Temple was shrouded in a thin green mist that lasted all day long.

There is a tall banyan tree in the courtyard, and its shade covers two miles and covers the entire palace.

Thick green arms hang down, and solitary trees form a forest.

There seemed to be a human face growing on the thick tree trunk.

Mushrooms and peas of various colors grew on the ground.

There are human faces on the mushrooms and peas, as if they were real life.

There is a willow forest not far away.

Stepping near the banyan tree is like entering an exquisite magic circle, or the sensing range of some living being.

The Qi flows, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing.

call! !

The breeze blew the fallen leaves, and the yin energy gathered into a woman in green.

The woman in green has a plump figure, long legs, and her hair is tied up high, revealing her snow-white neck.

The woman's eyes were full of spring. The accumulation of three years made the Yin Qi in her cultivation acupoints extremely abundant. She was waiting for Xu Yang to come and practice with her.

As soon as the two looked into each other's eyes, they understood each other's thoughts.

"We'll talk about it tonight." Xu Yang pointed at the banyan tree and said, "How about this secret method of the Corpse Forest?"

"Very good, the entire Jiuyou Temple is my territory. Whoever dares to break in will be made to never return." God Rong's eyes were grim. The forest of bones was both life and a formation.

With the vitality of the banyan tree, she can use the vitality of the banyan tree to continuously generate mushroom zombies without any sacrifice.

And the banyan tree also has an effect similar to the altar of soldiers and horses.

Even if you go out on a mission, you will not lose your advantage, but can summon mushrooms to kill people from thousands of miles away.

All in all, this thing is a first-class artifact for defending territory. It has automatic tracking, is fearless of death, and comes in sufficient quantities, without any shortcomings.

Even when you go out, you can still take advantage of it.

"That's right, just adapt to it."

The Banyan God can basically be considered to have the strength to build a foundation.

"Qingping, gather everyone together and announce that I am coming out of seclusion."

After a lapse of three years, he had mastered two magical skills and several secret techniques, and was in high spirits.

White Tiger Hall.

Eighteen mermaid candles illuminate the hall, where statues of the three gods of heaven, earth and water are worshipped.

The sandalwood rose to the sky, and the statue's face became blurred, as if it had come alive.

The three gods of heaven, earth and water are one of the most widely believed beliefs among the cultivators in the world.

Xu Yang was no exception. When he built the temple, he followed the rules and enshrined the gods of heaven, earth, water, yin and yang, as well as the river cart and three lords of his own Taoist school in each hall.

This is also the reason why Xu Yang unscrupulously spread the belief in the land old man without fear of others knowing it.

The Heavenly Palace merely collapsed, but not all traces were erased.

There are still many beliefs in ancient gods among the people, such as the Kitchen God Temple, the Jade Emperor Temple, and various temples of gods.

Even though the gods have disappeared, the act of worshipping in such temples has become a folk custom.

Maybe they don't have a systematic concept of gods and heaven in their minds, but the behavior of mortals worshiping gods will not change.

Xu Yang had visited the so-called Zhenjun Temple and Jade Emperor Temple several times. They were indeed ordinary statues, without even an altar left. It was obvious that after the collapse of Heaven, mortals came here to worship by imitating others.

In the side hall of the shrine, a man was sitting on a tiger-skin bed. He was wearing a black cap and robe, his eyes were as bright as stars. Beside him stood an old man with white hair and bowed his head.

On both sides were various Taoists sitting upright, some of them looked like yakshas, ​​some had sick eyes, and some were ghosts.

In addition, the master of Jiuyou Temple has no proper shape and has a vague and casual look, making it look like a gathering of demons and monsters from the underworld.

"Congratulations to the Master for coming out of seclusion. Disciple greets the Master!!"

Everyone stood up and bowed.

"No need to be polite."

Xu Yang waved his hand and everyone took their seats.

What followed was the daily teaching session. No matter which school of secret practice the disciples proposed, he could always give them some pointers.

If an outsider were here, he would be shocked.

In fact, this is the advantage of Jiuyou Temple. It integrates the scattered evil demons instead of relying on bewitching means of conversion. Otherwise, the Fire Wheel Buddhist Kingdom would not have perished.

He is not in a high-handed position, using any means to maintain his absolute advantage, otherwise the Fire King would not have laid the hidden danger of today.

What makes the evil demons loyal is not family, love or friendship, but the grasp of their channels for advancement and the skills they use to advance.

If a demon who practices evil ways wants to make progress, he cannot avoid himself.

Currently, Xu Yang has passed down four modified Taoist methods, including the Yaksha method with the addition of the Wisdom Sword method, the Guishui method with the Water Palace, the corpse-driving method, and the Gu method that will be taught in the future.

Four unique skills, cultivated four lineages, and I am the founder of each of them.

The founder of all laws, the Left Dao Dynasty. This is Xu Yang's ambition.

Sun Wukong can be the Great Sage, Erlang Shen can be the True Lord, and demons and monsters from all over the country can occupy the mountains and become kings.

Now that he is causing trouble and no one from Heaven is coming to punish him, and since he has the silk book from the Warring States Period, he might be the demon king of the place. No, it means he is a demon.

After the meeting, Xu Yang couldn't help but ask the old landowner.

"Old Landlord, if Yizhuang's current strength were compared to the era of this Great Sage's previous life, what would it be like?"

“Uh.” The old land master looked embarrassed, and after a long while he blurted out, “Let me be frank. If the four masters and apprentices had passed by Jiuyou Temple, they would most likely not have considered you, the Great Sage, as a threat.”

"Haha, just kidding. It seems like rebuilding the Heavenly Palace is a long and arduous journey." Xu Yang said casually. He was indeed asking out of boredom.

It is true that I have ambitions, but it is impossible to make a living by relying on ambitions.

Just take one step at a time.

The view of blood refining and the land of six domestic animals.

There are millions of pigs, dogs, cows, horses, sheep, chickens and other domestic animals raised here.

The cleaner pig pens housed pigs and dogs that were as tall as a person. Taoist Long stood beside the pen, ready to catch and kill these animals.

The practice of Lianxueguan is the method of blood sacrifice.

The temple master pioneered the use of blood sacrifices of six animals, replacing the quality of human sacrifices with the number of animals.

However, high-level blood sacrifices still require human sacrifices as a supplement.

No matter what, Taoist Long felt that this method was of immeasurable merit.

It not only reduces the number of deaths, but also ensures one's own cultivation. How could it not be immeasurable merit?
call!
At this moment, my ear seemed to be blown by someone, and there was a sharp pain in the eardrum.

"Hiss...what the hell?"

Taoist Long almost jumped up and looked around vigilantly.

Suddenly, the blowing sound was heard again inside the body.

This was followed by a sharp pain, as if someone was stirring inside his body with a knife, and his internal organs were shattered into mud.

“Ahh…!”

Taoist Long rolled on the ground, blood gushing out of his seven orifices, and fragments of internal organs came out of his mouth from time to time.

"what happened?"

"Uncle Long!!"

"Someone come quickly!!"

Everyone was in a panic, and the disciples of Lianxue Temple and the leaders surrounded them.

The scene before them was something they would never forget.

Taoist Long's stomach exploded, and blood mist and green pus gushed out.

In the blood mist, a red light flashed and disappeared into the horizon.

Taoist Long died.

After investigation, it was confirmed that it was the work of witchcraft. For a moment, the monks talked about it in panic. They put on their robes and set up magic circles.

The news of Xu Yang coming out of seclusion did not attract much attention from everyone...except Huangya Temple.

The quiet room was covered with talisman papers, and Taoist soldiers were standing in the corners and on the eaves.

A young monk was suspicious and kept looking around, as if someone would jump out of the void and assassinate him in the next second.

Like the wind, he screamed in his heart.

I can’t win, I really can’t win, I can only sit and wait to die.

At this point, Rufeng has long forgotten his previous hatred and now only has the fear of losing his life.

Over the past three years, Jiuyou Temple has gradually developed into a behemoth covering all fields, easily surpassing Huangya Temple during its heyday.

Rufeng's inner pride was shattered.

Suddenly, an idea came to me.

Since you can't beat them, why not join them?

In an instant, the world becomes vast.

"Why not? I think so!"

In fact, when it comes down to it, I didn't do anything to Xu Yang. Instead, it was Xu Yang who took the initiative and I was just passively beaten.

But this will let this person know that you are truly loyal to me, instead of lying down and planning revenge.

Given the previous irreconcilable situation, I'm afraid few people would believe in me.

"It is rumored that the master of Jiuyou Temple is licentious and immoral, and has no regard for men or women... At worst, I can just give him the pure yang energy that I have stored for more than sixty years."

Rufeng's eyes changed from confusion to determination. It seemed that he had no choice but to sacrifice himself.

In recent years, Xu Yang has ignored Huangya Temple and did not retaliate.

This kind of mental pressure is greater than being taught a lesson, because you never know when someone might suddenly appear and take your life.

(End of this chapter)