Chapter 11: Naturalization and ordination, and protection of the messenger.

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In the main room of the charity cemetery, candlelight flickered.

In the dim environment, Xu Yang opened the Qiankun bag he got from the green-faced ghost.

Wow…

A pile of miscellaneous items appeared on the table, and one of the books caught his attention - the secret Huaimu Linglang method, which was created by Huaimu Gong. Huaimu belongs to Yin wood, and there are often ghosts under the shade of the tree, so this method was born.

When practicing this method, the most important thing is the soul. The soul of a person who died suddenly, his birth date, death time and name should be carved on a wooden plaque, and the birth time and death time should match.

From then on, sacrifices are performed every day, using blood, preferably human blood, waiting for the birth of the soul.

After the soul is born, it is the Huaimu Linglang. In addition to the method of sacrifice and refining, there is also a method of testing the eight characters by dropping blood, which is used to calculate the birth date and eight characters of the nameless corpse.

"In the future, I will use the soul to refine ghosts, and the body to refine zombies. I can kill two birds with one stone and win twice. Haha." Xu Yang laughed.

In addition to the skills, there is also a magical weapon that is as soft as a snake bone. The last page of the secret book is the method of refining the snake bone magical weapon. This method is called the Azure Dragon White Bone Sword.

Qinglong refers to the green snake. This sword can be hidden in the wrist at ordinary times. When used, it will turn into a sword to kill people. The sword body has a strange poison, which can kill people invisibly.

"There are magic tools and candles nearby, and Taoist soldiers and ghosts in the distance, so there is nothing to worry about."

Xu Yang's magic spells have initially formed a system. In the future, he will follow this idea to improve step by step and acquire more skills.

In addition to these, there are also bottles and jars.

One of the bottles even had a prescription engraved on it: Tian Di Ren Xue Shi Wan.

Bird blood, human blood, and animal blood can be used to make pills to feed ghosts and increase their yin energy.

"Hey, can this thing be used on zombies?" Xu Yang's eyes lit up.

Then he walked to the door of the study, where an old man wearing scarlet clothes, with a goatee and a dark complexion stood.

Xu Yang poured out a pill and asked him to swallow it.

Sure enough, in his perception, the old man of the Ren family seemed to have a lot more negative energy.

In this way, you can improve your skills a lot in a year.

"nice one."

The thing that charity cemetery has the most is corpses, and blood can be drawn from them.

As for innocent ordinary people, Xu Yang did not focus on them. Attacking innocent weak people would only lower his own style. It would be better to take it from the enemies and the strong.

After the murder, Xu Yang went into seclusion again, waiting for the day to become a naturalized citizen.

As time passed, the news of the demise of the entire Ren family spread far and wide.

At the foot of the mountain, in a villa filled with the aroma of medicine, the disciples, with their bare chests and sweat dripping down their backs, were busy stir-frying the medicinal materials in the pot.

Taoist Xuanying was sitting cross-legged beside a fire pit and practicing. The fire pit was formed naturally by heaven and earth, and the flames gave off a green color, which should be the underground netherworld fire.

The boy was telling some recent strange stories.

"Hmm? Xu Yang?"

Taoist Xuanying opened his eyes suddenly, and when he heard what happened in Yizhuang, he was so shocked that he was speechless.

That young man was so cruel that day. I really misjudged him.

In Daluo Township, in a locust tree temple, a middle-aged monk sits cross-legged under a tree, his skin faintly green.

Wow!

The ghost heard the news, and Mr. Huai's eldest disciple opened his eyes and muttered to himself.

"The charity cemetery on the mountain is very interesting." In the shade of the mountain, the sun never shines all year round, and the place is shrouded in mist and dense miasma.

At the foot of the mountain shrouded in dark green miasma, a mansion stands.

Black tiles, white walls, and vermilion gate.

There were several figures in the lobby, and sitting on the main seat was an old man in a yellow robe with a strange appearance.

The old man's hair was green flames, the flames were ten feet high, like a burning candle, his skin was scarlet, and his eyes grew randomly as if they were a joke. In addition to his normal eyes, he had one on his forehead and one on his chin.

This is the Red-faced Yaksha Taoist from the Yaksha Manor, a ninth-rank Taoist priest.

The two people on the left are both naturalized Taoist priests who manage temples, Taoist Liu Qing from Fengmu Charity House, and the Taoist priest with a dog's head from the Mountain God Temple.

"Xu Yang, a disciple of Chang Ming, has no true Qi cultivation, but his ability in refining zombies is pretty good." Liu Qing is a young man in his twenties.

"Is there one more person competing for the ninth-rank position?" the dog-beast Taoist said in a muffled voice.

Liu Qing sneered and said, "It doesn't affect the overall situation. If this person knows the current situation and sits there waiting for death like Chang Ming, he can still be a rich man. If he overestimates his own ability and wants to compete with us, he will only die. Master, am I right?"

The Red-Faced Yaksha is a ninth-rank Taoist priest with the foundation-building cultivation level, and is also the master of both of them. The Yaksha Village faction secretly regards the Huangya Temple as its rival.

"This person has a fierce personality and is good at forbearance, but he is too young and needs another 20 to 30 years to grow up. Just ignore him." The Red-faced Yaksha turned to look at Liu Qing, "You are young and full of energy. Don't look down on others for no reason. Even if the other party's cultivation is not as good as yours, there is no need to do so. It never hurts to have more friends."

"On the day this person is naturalized and ordained, you should bring a small gift to congratulate him."

"Disciple knows!" Liu Qing said seriously. He entered the True Qi realm at a young age, so he was naturally proud and arrogant. After being reminded by his master, he restrained his edge.

The red-faced yaksha changed the subject and said, "You need resources to cultivate the Tao. Now, the mountains and rivers are all occupied by the earthly demon kings. The earth's energy and water essence are not visible at all. It is not easy for ordinary cultivators like us. This time I got the news that the Heche Palace will release a ninth-grade quota in Quhuang County. The conditions are still unknown. You must fight for it and don't let it fall into the hands of others."

There are few resources but many people.

Once many positions are occupied by someone, you either have to take the risk of killing someone to take the position, or wait for that person to die and the vacancy to become available.

Therefore, Xu Yang was envied by countless people. He got a position out of nowhere so easily. If it were not just naturalization, and he was a little higher up, I am afraid that many people would come to snatch it openly.

County town, Huangya Temple.

The yellow buds in the soil and the black pearls under the water refer to the inner alchemy vision of the great success of the alchemy. The name of Huangya Temple has a profound meaning.

Huangya Temple is located on the outskirts of the county town. There is a large tripod in the center of the lobby. An old Taoist with a white beard and a whisk in his hand is guarding the fire.

If Xu Yang were here, he would be able to recognize that this person was the one who controlled the strong wind and besieged the strange bird together with General Black Fish that day. This person's name is Dan Feng, and he is the master of Huangya Temple.

Thump thump thump...

The paper crane landed on my shoulder and chattered a lot.

"Has the Heche envoy arrived?" Dan Feng thought for a moment and immediately understood, "It is probably for the matter of naturalization and ordination."

Dan Feng stood up and went out with his disciples to greet them.

Da da da……

There was a sound of hurried horse hooves, and a bronze horse stopped steadily at the door.

This thing is truly a bronze horse, with a copper-green color all over, hard and cold lines, and eyes made of black nameless stone with strange runes painted on them.

The man on horseback wore a yin-yang crown, a fox fur cloak, and a black robe with gold thread.

"Zhang Zheng, an eighth-rank official of the Zhang family in Dijie County, pays his respects to the master of Danfeng Temple!" The young man bowed casually without getting off his horse.

This person is on the same level as me?
Dan Feng was a little surprised. Why wasn't the person who came from the Heche Palace? It seemed that he was the descendant of a powerful cultivator, and he had a rank only because of the protection of his ancestors.

"So it's Taoist Priest Zhang. I wonder what business the Priest has come to you for?"

"I will give you the ordination certificate now. Master, please gather everyone here. I have something to announce." Zhang Zheng put away his smile and took out the imperial edict and the Taoist seal.

(End of this chapter)