A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

When the old man's eyes naturally fell on Han Li, the muscles on his face suddenly jumped, and he hurriedly clasped his fists and said:

"Juniors heard from my nephew that an expert came to our sect, but I didn't expect that it was a Nascent Soul monk like my senior. It was really rude that I didn't go out to greet him."

The only elder of Tianfu Sect looked respectful.

Yue Zhen and other foundation-building monks were shocked when they heard what the old man named Wen said. The last trace of doubt they had had completely disappeared, and they looked at Han Li with even more awe.

Nascent Soul Stage monks are really unattainable to today's Tianfu Sect.

"I was just entrusted by someone to deliver something. There is no need to be so formal." Han Li paused and said calmly:

"This thing has been in my hands for some years. Now I happen to have something to do in Hua Yunzhou, so I naturally have to return this thing. This kind of thing is given to the master of your noble sect by name."

As he spoke, Han Li slapped his waist with one hand, and a square bone box appeared in his hand, which he casually placed on the table in front of him.

The old man surnamed Wen was startled when he heard this, but he immediately turned around and said: "

"Nephew Yue, you have also heard what senior said. You go over and see what senior has brought. If it is really something that has been lost by our sect, we will naturally thank senior deeply."

"Yes, uncle." Yue Zhen agreed respectfully.

Then he took a few steps forward, took the bone box in his hands, and opened it curiously.

Several bone fragments engraved with tiny characters inside the box suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"This is this?" Yue Zhen picked up a piece in surprise and looked at it carefully.

Han Li smiled and said nothing.

"Spirit Falling Talisman, this is the method for refining the Soul Falling Talisman. The handwriting on it is Uncle Yun's!" After only a few glances, Yue Zhen shouted in surprise.

"Senior Brother Yun? You read that right, right?" The old man surnamed Wen was stunned for a moment, then his expression became serious.

"Absolutely. Uncle Yun's handwriting still hangs in the head's study. How could he admit his mistake when faced with it day and night?" Yue Zhen said without thinking.

The other monks also looked stunned.

"Yes, this thing was indeed handed over to me by fellow Taoist Yun. The Spirit Subduing Talisman is one of the three secret talismans of Guimen, so it can't be wrong." Han Li said noncommittally.

"Of course it's not wrong. It's just that Senior Brother Yun, whom I have met before, suddenly disappeared without a trace when I was on my way overseas before I could condense the golden elixir. In the blink of an eye, there was no trace of him for decades. "No, is everything okay with Senior Brother Yun?" the old man surnamed Wen asked with concern.

"It should be fine. In fact, it was a coincidence that I met your leader. Decades ago, I encountered the same situation as your leader. At that time, I..." Han Li told the story of Ghost Mist and Yinming Land. The story was briefly told, and naturally the things about himself and the Yinming Beast Crystal that were not easily leaked were passed over vaguely without mentioning a few more words.

"It's unimaginable that there are such dangerous places in the world. No wonder monks have disappeared inexplicably along the coast many years ago. It turns out that it is this ghost and mist that is causing trouble." The old man surnamed Wen heard that the land of darkness was unstoppable. I took a deep breath when it came to using mana.

"Yes, Han managed to escape with great effort. The thing in this box was given by your master to give me a chance to sweep your door. However, I am quite interested in the method of making talismans, so I After a little research on the method of refining the descending spirit talisman, some fellow Taoists will not be surprised." Han Li's eyes flashed a few times and he said with a smile.

"Senior personally returned the spirit talisman refining method to our sect, which is already a great favor. How could we have such ill-informed thoughts. Although it is said that only the leader of our sect can master the spirit talisman, if If it wasn't for the seniors to return this thing, even the secret technique has been lost. Naturally, there are no rules." The old man surnamed Wen said with respect.

Yue Zhen also said yes repeatedly.

"These fellow Taoists are so open-minded, Han is a little embarrassed. However, the things have been delivered, and I have fulfilled my wish, so I'll say goodbye." Han Li nodded with satisfaction and stood up immediately. Come here.

"I haven't repaid the kindness of the elders, so why not stay in our sect for two more days and let us have a little understanding of the friendship of the landlords." The old man surnamed Wen was very happy to have recovered the lost spirit talisman, but he still felt very happy. What's more important is to establish some relationship with this master who suddenly fell from the sky, he said hurriedly.

Not to mention anything else, as long as someone knows that one of their sect can befriend a Nascent Soul Stage monk, the Tianfu Sect's status will immediately rise sharply in the small sect. Even a big trouble we are facing might be able to be resolved safely.

"Sit for a while longer!" Han Li raised the corner of his mouth, showing an expression that was half-smiling.

"Isn't Senior Han interested in the method of making talismans? Apart from other things, our sect does have some research on refining talismans. The ancestors in the sect have also collected many various classics about talismans. Senior, if If you don't mind, you can take a look. By the way, give me some pointers to the juniors." Yue Zhen rolled his eyes and suddenly said this.

"Books on making talismans!" Han Li was slightly startled when he heard the words, pondered for a moment, and felt a little moved.

. The old man surnamed Wen paused for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"Okay. I'm really interested in making talismans. Let's stay in your sect for a few days." Ever since he learned the spirit-dropping talisman, Han Li had become very curious about the secrets of talisman-making in the Tianfu Sect. After thinking for a while, he finally nodded.

"That's great! It's an honor for us that senior can stay. Senior, would you like to rest for a while and see you again tomorrow..." The old man surnamed Wen said carefully with a happy face.

"No need, take me to the Scripture Deposit Pavilion now." Han Li shook his head. With his current level of cultivation, as long as he meditates for a while while reading, the mana consumption on the road will be recovered naturally.

"Well, Junior Nephew Yang will take Senior Han to the library of our sect to have a look. Whatever instructions Senior has, we must comply with them." The old man surnamed Wen had a happy face and hurriedly gave instructions to a middle-aged monk.

"As you command, Master Wen. Senior Han, please come with me." The middle-aged monk agreed with unusual respect.

Han Li nodded and followed this person out of the hall.

"I really didn't expect that Senior Brother Yun would be trapped in such a ghost place. No wonder he disappeared so strangely back then. It is a blessing for our sect to have found the secret technique of the spirit summoning talisman again." The old man surnamed Wen was waiting for Han. After leaving the hall for a while, he sighed and said.

"However, if we can take the opportunity to make friends with Senior Han and spread some rumors, it will definitely be of great benefit to our sect. If nothing else, the current problems in the market can at least be solved." Another person who never spoke. The monk said slowly.

"With a Nascent Soul cultivator as a backer, the Lingfeng Sect will naturally retreat three feet. Even the Shayang Sect will not displease a Nascent Soul cultivator for a small market. But just listening to Senior Han's tone just now, it seems that he is in the land of darkness. We just have a normal relationship with Senior Brother Yun. With his identity as the other party, how can he help us for nothing? We just want to give away treasures and build relationships, but there is nothing in the door that can be used by Senior Han. But if we miss this opportunity, and It's such a pity." Yue Zhen murmured with a bitter smile.

"This is indeed a bit tricky," the old man surnamed Wen also said with a frown.

The other monks in the hall looked at each other, and some of them looked worried.

At this time, Han Li had followed the middle-aged monk to an inconspicuous attic.

This attic is divided into three floors, and the whole body is covered by a layer of light cyan prohibition. When Han Li followed the middle-aged monk into the first floor, there was an old man sitting cross-legged on a futon with his head lowered, holding a jade slip in his hand, as if he was reading the contents of the slip.

"Master Nephew Li, I came here to meet some Senior Han." The middle-aged monk glanced at the old man and immediately ordered him politely. At the same time, he turned around and explained to Han Li respectfully:

"This nephew Li is responsible for managing the Scripture Collection Pavilion and is very familiar with the various classics in the pavilion."

At this moment, the old man seemed to be awakened from his slip by the middle-aged monk's voice. He hurriedly put the jade slip away, jumped up quickly, and ran over.

"It turns out that Uncle Yang has arrived, but my nephew did not come out to greet him, but went to make atonement for his sins. This is Senior Han... Senior Han!"

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were small and smooth, and he smiled apologetically at the middle-aged monk. However, when he glanced at Han Li secretly, his voice trembled and his face suddenly became frozen.

"Master Nephew Li?"

After Han Li saw the old man's face clearly, his eyes were stunned and his face was full of strange expressions.

"How come senior recognizes this disciple?" The middle-aged monk was surprised and couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing. This fellow Taoist really looks like an old acquaintance of Han's in the past. But if you look closely, it's not the case. It seems that Han has recognized the wrong person." The strange color on Han Li's face disappeared quickly, and he smiled faintly. said.

"Haha, that's it. Senior, please meditate here alone. Nephew Li, you don't need to clean up here. Come out with me." Naturally, the middle-aged monk would not believe this, but he did not dare to ask any more questions. Instead, he turned his head and ordered to "Master Nephew Li".

"Yes, my nephew..."

"No need. Since this Taoist friend knows a lot about the classics in the attic, I still have something to rely on, so let him stay with me for a few days." Han Li suddenly said with a chuckle, and at the same time there was a meaningful look in his eyes. He glanced at the old man.

"Ahem..., since the senior has given instructions like this, the junior will naturally obey. Nephew Li, when your opportunity comes, you must obey the instructions of senior Han." Although the middle-aged monk was a little doubtful about the performance of the two just now, this "Li Being able to spend a few days alone with a Nascent Soul cultivator really made him extremely envious. Not to mention anything else, just a few random fingertips might benefit low-level monks like them a lot.

However, Han Li's words clearly meant to see off the guests, and he did not dare to stay here any longer. After giving the old man a few more instructions, he stepped back with a hint of doubt in his heart.

Han Li saw the middle-aged monk disappear from the attic, turned to look at the old man, and gave a meaningful chuckle.

(First update!)