Chapter 160: The Great Pill Method, the Black Banner of Ten Thousand Ghosts

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Everyone accepted the task and left.

Only Zhi Gang, who had nothing to do, was left. Zhi Gang could not help but sigh and said, "This system is unheard of. It covers all forces. Once it is promoted, it will surpass the Fire Kingdom in time."

The Fire Kingdom has one king and three palaces. The Lord of Magpie Bridge Palace is not worth mentioning. Heche and Xuanzhu are the strong ones.

Even so, their organization is still very loose, even worse than Jiuyou Temple. The emergence of a system like Jiuyou Temple that can organize all parties to a great extent will be a huge blow to them in the future.

"Haha, I'm just kidding. By the way, Master, you should know how to break through the Great Pill, right? Could you give me some pointers?"

Taoist Zhigang stroked his goatee and carefully recalled how he had made the breakthrough that year.

"Breaking through the Great Pill... You can imagine it as planting a tree. The First Pill is when the seed sprouts. It needs water and sunlight. Waiting for time, it will thrive. During this process, pay attention to wind and sun to avoid failure. Or it can be like absorbing natural materials and treasures to force the growth of seedlings."

In short, there are two ways to break through the Great Pill. One is to follow the steps and work hard to make the seeds germinate little by little. The other is to use external forces.

The two discussed for a long time in the hall, and Zhi Gang told them the secret of making the elixir.

"Although the big pill is in the lower dantian, the key to breakthrough lies in Kunlun, between the eyebrows. You must remember this." Zhi Gang told the story of how he made the pill without reservation.

It is easy to acquire skills, but difficult to find a good teacher.

The rigid techniques only teach the process of practice, but do not teach how to deal with problems encountered in practice. This is the most valuable asset of a sect.

"Disciple understands." Xu Yang solemnly wrote down Taoist Zhigang's experience.

"Oh, by the way, although I have informed you in advance, I suggest you write a letter to Song He to show your appreciation. Report on your work every once in a while."

"it is good."

After returning, Xu Yang wrote a letter to Songhe to report the situation, and also wrote a letter to Sanjun County Palace.

Nominally a disciple of the Sanjun County Palace, it would be no good for him to fall out with him at this moment.

Following Xu Yang's order, organs throughout the body started to function, just like the brain giving orders.

The monks took their outer disciples into the mountains to search for natural treasures. In the waters of Xingjiang River, patrolling Yakshas were always on the move, there were also monks traveling on both sides of the river, and even the God of Land joined the camp in the search for materials.

There are constant patrols on land, sea and air, and a steady stream of materials are delivered to the soldier caves.

Inside the soldier hiding cave, Xu Yang was practicing in seclusion. Beside him was a coffin, in which lay a woman. Her skin was as white as jade, her lips were pale, her breasts were full, her waist was narrowed with an exaggerated curve, her figure was well-proportioned, and her gorgeous clothes showed that she had an extraordinary status when she was alive, like a princess who had been sleeping for a thousand years.

This is the Princess Wansheng of Bibotan. She appears weak on the outside, but is cruel and vicious on the inside. If Xu Yang did not know her identity, he would have been easily deceived by her appearance and thought she was an unmarried, delicate beauty.

After Xu Yang finished meditating and regulating his breathing, he conjured up a desk, on which was placed a thick stack of yellow paper, as well as writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone for drawing talismans.

He was practicing talisman technique, which came from Taoist Yuanfu. This talisman technique required drawing talisman paper in advance. This was a basic skill for a cultivator, otherwise when the fight came, others would not give you enough time to draw the talisman.

This is where the Art of Talismans is slightly weaker than the Art of Corpse Driving in the early stages. The corpse-driving monk only needs to shake the bell to summon powerful zombies.

However, in the later period, after the talisman monks learned the ability to draw talismans in the air, the advantages of the corpse-driving monks disappeared.

However, Xu Yang would not compare these things. Since each had its own flaws, wouldn't it be solved by practicing them all?

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“Is this the southern slope?”

Three or five people were wandering in the bustling market, and the noisy hawking was heard. People were coming and going, but the strange thing was that all the people were avoiding them. The person asking was an old man with blue eyes. His name was Shen Yu, and he was the descendant of General Yin's soul refining lineage.

"That should be it." The cultivator next to him had a demonic look on his face, with a majestic appearance and blood all over his body.

Following behind them were their disciples.

"To reply to the two seniors, this place is called Longcong County, and it was one of the counties that earlier took refuge with Jiuyou Temple." The disciple behind him answered.

"This is a good place, with a large population and abundant energy." The divine jade eye swept around, and he felt quite satisfied.

This place was much better governed than other counties he had seen. There was not much unrest, and there seemed to be no beggars on the streets.

The technique Shen Yu cultivates requires the use of humans to refine their souls, but he is not a person who kills indiscriminately. Only those with suitable birth dates can become his materials. He does not kill the right people when he sees them, but raises them to a certain level, and then refines them when their spirit, energy and vitality reach the peak.

Shen Yu thought he was a good man. After all, he allowed people to enjoy wealth and glory that they could never achieve in this lifetime before they died. In the end, others had to thank him.

Seeing so many people, and they were full of energy, Shen Yu was delighted, so he instructed his disciple, "Xuan Jia, you hold the compass for me and look for people with the right birth date and horoscope. By the way, find out about the situation nearby, especially the people from the Saga County Palace, to see if there is a chance to bring them into our camp."

Although Shen Yu is greedy, he is not stupid.

The people from Jiuyou Temple clearly didn't give the County Palace any face. If they just went over there straight away, they would definitely be in trouble. It would be better to defeat them one by one, at least to find out the other side's strength.

Soon, the group disappeared into the crowd.

As the two Great Dan monks intentionally hid themselves, the people patrolling Jiuyou Temple were unable to discover them in time, but they did find that there seemed to be a lot of people missing recently.

However, no matter how well you hide it, it will eventually be exposed.

A person was walking hurriedly in a remote alley.

This man was dressed like a scholar, with a thin and weak body, a pale face, and seemed to be powerless.

When he reached a deep dead end, he jumped through the wall and came to a house. He waved his hand and sent out a black mist, kidnapping the unconscious male owner.

The whole process was so fast that people could not react. After hiding the person in a special pocket, Xuanjia left leisurely.

When he was about to reach the intersection where the temple was, he stopped.

"No, there is a temple of the Goddess of Life in front of us. We will be discovered if we pass by the temple."

Xuanjia could sense the strong power of faith from hundreds of meters away. This was not an ordinary temple. The power of gods was hidden within it.

Without even looking back, he turned and headed in the other direction, preferring to go the longer way around rather than risk being discovered.

Passing by the land temple again, Xuanjia was not so panicked. This temple was unremarkable and he could not sense any power of faith. It should be an ordinary mortal temple.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the kind statue of the land god.

Following the intricate but clean streets, Xuanjia came to a wealthy businessman's mansion.

backyard.

A monk was sitting cross-legged, with a black banner of ten thousand ghosts fluttering in the wind behind him.

"Master, I'm back!!"

Hearing the disciple's voice, Shen Yu opened his eyes and seemed to feel something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)