Chapter 45: A treasure land for raising corpses, Leng Tan borrows the ghost soldiers

Xu Yang collected the water monkey's body, without even looking at the woman next to him, and left with Qingping.

Inside the charity cemetery.

"This is a True Qi level monster. This is the first time I've seen this kind of monster." Xu Yang thought.

This kind of monster that has been transformed into a zombie probably has innate magical powers. Human power comes from true qi. After being transformed into a zombie, it often cannot retain the power it had in life.

However, it is different for monsters. Most of their power comes from their bloodline, so even if they are trained to be zombies, they can often retain their magical powers.

Taoist Zhigang once mentioned this in his secret technique, and Xu Yang remembered it.

However, to refine this kind of high-quality zombies, a place to raise corpses is required.

Previously, the Taiyin zombies were refined by transforming ordinary zombies. This was indeed quick and convenient, but it would also invisibly lose some of their spirituality.

It is most authentic to refine it directly in the corpse-raising land.

Thinking of this, Xu Yang took out the book that recorded the secret method of raising corpses.

The most important condition for raising corpses is to have a Taiyin treasure cave, which the ghost cave in the mountain already has.

The second method is to use a large amount of gold threads to lay out the gold thread formation. This method requires a lot of money, which is not a problem.

Secondly, a large amount of human blood is needed to activate the corpse-raising ground.

That's not a problem yet.

Xu Yang put down the French book, wrote a letter, folded it into a thousand paper cranes, and the thousand paper cranes flew to Yaoke Village.

Yaoke Village.

A thousand paper cranes flew into Xuanying's hands.

"Come and get the zombies, all your money will be exchanged for flesh and blood."

The next day.

Fifteen horse-drawn carriages loaded with salted meat of livestock were transported to the three townships of Yizhuang and four other townships.

At the Shiqiao Township ancestral hall, the township official was gathering all the villagers. Qingping put her hands on her waist and shouted loudly:

"Half a pound of blood equals ten pounds of meat! Donate half a pound of blood and you'll get ten pounds of meat! The maximum amount per person is half a pound of blood."

There were several large wooden barrels and rows of wooden tables in the ancestral hall. On the tables were dozens of leather bags with hollow copper needles at the tips.

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

"What? Half a pound of blood equals ten pounds of meat?"

"Master Daochang is such a good person!!!"

"Great, we have meat to eat!!"

"Long live the Taoist priest!!"

After the villagers confirmed that they had not heard wrong, they were immediately shocked.

"Line up, line up one by one!!" the old village chief shouted.

Everyone lined up to have their blood drawn, and the wooden barrel was gradually filled with blood.

The same thing happened in the territories of the other two forces.

In a hidden place, Xu Yang watched all this with his magic eyes.

A ninth-rank Taoist priest needs a large amount of resources to maintain or expand his power.

"To practice Taoism, one doesn't have to fish in a dry pond; steady and long-term efforts are the best way." This was the inspiration Xu Yang got from the Blood Refining Temple.

In order to increase influence, it is not necessary to treat fellow mortals as pigs and dogs.

Since you need blood, why not do it in a slow and steady way?
A person is conceived for ten months, becomes an independent working force for at least twelve years, and then when he dies, he is truly gone.

It is better to use this win-win approach so that everyone can benefit.

Excluding the elderly, there are about four laborers per household in the village, and four people mean 40 kilograms of meat. The meat is marinated in advance and air-dried so it can be stored for a long time. 40 kilograms of meat is enough for a family to live a good life.

The population growth under his rule will bring him many benefits.

Of course, when dealing with cultivators, Xu Yang doesn't need to think too much. He can just kill them directly. When one is in the world of martial arts, one must be prepared to die.

"This plan is not bad, let's start from here."

Xu Yang thought. I had asked Xuanying before how to become the master of a temple and control the resources of a county. At the very least, I could control half of the county like Danfeng.

The imperial court holds a rank examination every ten years. If the total merits of a ninth-rank official are higher than those of the Taoist temple, he or she can be promoted to the eighth rank and become the temple master. Or if there is a vacancy somewhere, he or she can be transferred to another place.

Or perhaps some major event happened suddenly, such as a plague ghost wreaking havoc or a demon king attacking, which made it shine in a disaster affecting millions of people.

These are too far away from me, so it is better to proceed step by step for now. While enhancing my own abilities, I can also learn the Red-faced Yaksha and gradually erode the entire Quhuang.

Soon, all the blood was collected. Excluding those with weak bodies, a total of 10,000 kilograms of blood filled three storage bags.

Yinshan Ghost Cave.

The ban seals off the ghost cave, and the evil spirit can no longer leak out.

Fifteen corpse Vajras that looked like golden pagodas surrounded the altar.

Xu Yang flew in, and the Banyan God opened the curtain, half-knelt and said, "Greetings, Master!"

"Well, get up." His eyes were fixed on the Drill Wind Altar.

Compared to the corpse-raising ground, the altar is much simpler. The altar needs to be located in a place with abundant yin energy and be an older altar. This thousand-year-old altar obviously meets the requirements.

Then create a sealing ritual, seal the soldiers inside, and when you need to use it, summon it out from a distance.

This is more convenient and you don’t need to carry it with you. Otherwise, if there are more zombies in the future, you will really become the Nine-Pocket Elder of the Beggars’ Sect.

For some spells, the difficulty lies not in the technique but in the materials.

The magic spells are available, but where can I find the Millennium Cold Altar?

The blood altar was released, and the smell of blood filled the entire cave.

"God Rong, you meet up with Qing Ping at the entrance of the cave. If there are any enemies, be sure to stop them."

"Yes!!"

The banyan god floated out of the cave with his green hair spread out.

Xu Yang sat cross-legged in the cave with his eyes closed and concentrated.

In addition to the blood altar, there were also bundles of gold and copper wires, cinnabar, sulfur, ghost grass, human bones, white phosphorus, etc.

Soon, the cave became quiet and the negative energy slowly gathered.

A low incantation could be heard from the cave. The yin energy was strong and gathered into green clouds. There was also a faint sound of howling wind, like a ghost cave or a wolf howling.

"The Black Emperor of the North, the Six Jias of Taiwei, the Five Emperors and Spiritual Lords, shining like the sun and the moon, powerful and majestic, walking talismans and recording, spreading spirits and energy, eliminating the five plagues, left and right officials and soldiers, three or five generals..."

Outside the cave, Qingping looked at the beautiful older sister curiously.

"Sister, what game are you playing with the master? You always called me away before." Qingping stared with her big dark eyes in confusion. This has always confused her.

The banyan god blushed, stammered for a long time, and said, "You are still young, you will understand in the future."

"When I grow up, can I play games with my master?"

"It should be possible." Rong Shen touched Qingping's head.

The two chatted casually, and Qingping took out her blood-red sword from time to time to show off.

Ten days passed.

boom! !

The yin energy was overwhelming, dark clouds gathered, purple lightning flashed in the sky, and raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky.

A Taoist priest in a black cap and green robe, with a face as white as jade, walked out of the cave. His dark green pupils looked like those of an underworld official.

"My lord, have you done it?" asked the Banyan God hurriedly.

Xu Yang raised his sword finger, holding a white magic talisman, and his eyes shone with mysterious light.

"The order of the Jiuzhou Society, Lengtan has sent out troops. Do not resist. If you dare to disobey, Zhenxing will behead you and Beidou will take your soul. Your crime is unforgivable and will bring disaster to your descendants! Come quickly to protect me. The divine soldiers are as urgent as the law!"

Wow!
The talisman paper spontaneously combusted, as if communicating with something in the dark.

Black gas emerged from the void, like a cloud, and three corpse Vajras as big as iron towers fell down.

The cold wind is bleak, and the cold altar is filled with ghost soldiers! !

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