Chapter 13 Demon
"The one with the most merits will be awarded the ninth rank and ten acres of spiritual farmland, and our clan will also award one hundred magic coins."

As soon as this remark came out, there was a lot of discussion among the people.

Some were surprised, some looked worried, and some remained silent.

Xu Yang remained silent, observing everyone present, and he actually noticed something mysterious.

The people present were obviously divided into several factions. The man who looked like a yaksha seemed to be very powerful. The dog-headed man and Liu Qing from Yi Zhuang should be following this man.

The looks these people gave the master of the temple were full of aggression, and they didn't care about their own rudeness. The two sides must have had a conflict and were about to fall out.

Others are just like me, and have no faction.

“It seems that there will be a bloody storm for the ninth rank this time.”

Xu Yang thought that Yaksha and the master of the temple were also observing everyone, as if they wanted to see clearly who was involved in this fight.

"May I ask Taoist Yinguan, what is human heart grass? How to collect it?"

A Taoist with pale face and bloodshot eyes asked.

Zhang Zheng smiled mysteriously and said, "It's not convenient to talk about it here. After the meeting, those who are interested can stay and I will explain it to you."

“What is the specific deadline?”

"Kill them until all traces of the Barbarian Buddha are wiped out and the superiors call for a halt. The deadline shall not exceed one year."

Zhang Zheng answered a few more questions, and some people stayed and some left.

Xu Yang turned around and left without looking back.

Looking at the people who left, Dan Feng shook his head secretly, thinking that these people were useless and had no ambition to practice Taoism.

"Master Xu, wait for me!" Xuan Ying followed him eagerly, "Master, why don't you stay?"

"You are not experienced enough, so you'd better not get involved." Xu Yang said.

With the Warring States silk book in hand, his Taoism improved steadily; as for resources, he had just raided the Ren family, and two other powerful families also sent him a hundred taels of silver.

I currently have a total of 20 taels of gold and 500 taels of silver, which can be used for a few years normally.

There is no sense of urgency for resources. Taoism still needs to be improved. The ninth level is worth striving for, but there is no need to be so anxious. First choose the right opportunity to act. After all, the first bird to stick its head out gets shot.

"I am old and can no longer work, and I don't want to get involved in these things." Xuanying sighed, then looked around and whispered, "The Red-faced Yaksha is ambitious and is determined to help his disciples get the ninth-rank position; the head of Danfeng Temple wants to support his disciples, so it's going to be interesting."

"Oh? There is such a thing?" Xu Yang pretended to be surprised.

The two chatted for a while, and Xu Yang roughly knew some secrets.

Temples govern rural areas, and the lowest rank is not registered. Taoist temples govern county towns, and the lowest rank is eighth rank. The county government above the county town is the Taoist palace.

The Red-Faced Yaksha is also a master of foundation building, and he is eyeing the eighth-grade position. I'm afraid there will be undercurrents this time.

There are three major Taoist sects in the Fire Kingdom: the Heche Palace that controls the mortals in the city, the Queqiao Palace that controls the demons and ghosts, and the Xuanzhu Palace that controls the water. Most of their Taoist methods are related to this type.

The two came to a large pharmacy, Huangya Pharmacy.

"Show your French ID and you can exchange it for training materials. My place doesn't have as many as here, but it's cheaper. If you need anything in the future, I'll have my apprentice deliver it to your door."

"You are too polite, fellow Daoist." Xu Yang had nothing to exchange for the moment, so he found a carriage and set off home.

On the way back, Xu Yang took out the magic book and probed into the seal of the Fire Elephant King with his spiritual sense.

Lines of information appeared in my mind.

There are lines of notes on it, describing the merits of killing monsters of various levels, as well as the exchange of skills and materials.

But not everything can be exchanged, most of them are methods that suit you.

"Taiyin Natural Corpse Refining Method, fifty merits."

"Gold, Silver, Copper, and Iron Corpse Refining Method - Iron Corpse Method. Fifty merits."

"Zombie Totem Taoism of Taoist Zhigang. Three merits, or thirty coins/thirty taels of gold/three hundred taels of silver."

Xu Yang's eyes lit up and he continued reading this method.

This method is cheap because it is just an ordinary small technique. The practitioner needs to have the skills to refine corpses, just like drawing talismans, to add totems to zombies. There are six types in total, such as hard armor, sharp teeth and claws, light body, smelling nose, and great strength.

"How do I exchange it?" Xu Yang's mind moved, and then a prompt appeared on the French book: write the address silently in your mind, and it can be delivered at midnight the next night.

Xu Yang did as he was told and then took back his French citizenship.

"Merit... Magic Coins. One ounce of gold can be exchanged for one Magic Coin. Magic Coins contain the essence of heaven and earth. Are they similar to the spirit stones in novels?"

One merit can be exchanged for ten Dharma coins, and one Dharma coin can be exchanged for one piece of gold.

Except for merits, which cannot be exchanged for Dharma money, everything else can be exchanged freely.

Xu Yang thought.

It seems that I must strive for merit.

Even if you don't participate in the competition for the ninth rank, you can still accumulate merits on a daily basis and exchange them for the next zombie cultivation method: for example, the two methods worth fifty merits are quite good and have a higher upper limit.

"Kill the monster. His blood can be used to refine blood-eating pills, his body can be used to refine zombies, and his soul can be used to refine locust wood tablets. We can kill two birds with one stone."

The extra zombies can even be sold, which can be considered a recoup of investment.

Buy materials - refine zombies - improve proficiency - sell zombies - buy materials.

This forms a cycle.

In the eyes of others, this was a waste of effort, after all, zombies had to endure years. But for Xu Yang, who had the Warring States Silk Book, it actually earned him enough proficiency.

If the Jintan corpse-driving method is perfected, the quality of the zombies created will be very high.

The carriage moved slowly.

Xu Yang closed his eyes and concentrated.

The official road was busy, pedestrians were hurrying on their way, and merchant caravans were hurrying along, raising a cloud of dust.

Walking out of the county town, the houses on both sides of the official road range from tall to dilapidated, and the villagers are dressed simply.

"Mom, look, there's a carriage!!" The little girl pointed at Xu Yang's carriage excitedly with a runny nose.

The woman looked young, with calloused hands, a graceful figure and a wild charm.

"Mom has seen it. Wait for Dad to come back and take you for a ride."

"Cough cough cough..."

A series of violent coughing interrupted their conversation.

I saw an old woman leaning against a big tree and coughing violently. She was dying and couldn't even walk.

"Auntie, are you okay? Why don't you come in and sit for a while?"

The woman kindly stepped forward and asked.

"Hehe, the child is fine. My home is just in front, in Gushi Village, just a few steps away." The old lady waved her hand to indicate that it was not necessary.

"Let me take you home, ma'am."

"Thank you for all the trouble, child. Cough cough." The old lady coughed violently.

"It's not a problem, Xiaoyu, just support grandma."

"Good!" The child's eyes were smiling into crescents, and his face was full of snot, but his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he looked like a beauty.

The mother and daughter supported the old woman on both sides and returned to the village.

"Hmm?" Xu Yang raised his eyebrows, a hint of green flashed in his eyes, and he saw a hint of yin energy on the old lady.

The direction they were heading seemed to be the two villages under their jurisdiction.

"Interesting, there is a monk I didn't know about. I want to see who is playing tricks on my territory."

A fierce light flashed in Xu Yang's eyes.

He did not alert the enemy, but drove along the official road, following the direction the crowd left, keeping the three people within his sight.

(End of this chapter)