Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

Chapter 640 Living Death Position

The aroma of chili pepper and meat mixed together, filling the courtyard.

Oolong was lying under the table, his two round black eyes moving back and forth between Liangqu and Suguishan.

Liang Qu picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and threw it to it.

this summer.

Dew appeared on the river in the Jianghuai Daze, accompanied by the vision of a fairy island above the clouds.

Later, I asked my uncle and learned that Taizu Taizu of Dali was seeking immortality. In his later years, he listened to the words of alchemists and hoped to use the magical power of the mirage dragon to create a dream dynasty and achieve immortality.

It doesn't end well.

The fairy island collapsed and turned reality into emptiness.

The mirage fled on the verge of death and disappeared.

So far, there was a strange phenomenon in Daze of Jianghuai, and the vitality of the Dali Dynasty was greatly damaged, and its life span was shortened sharply.

Fetching water from a bamboo basket was in vain.

Fortunately, with the help of Zeding, Mirage obtained [Dream Butterfly] and excavated this historical relic.

Every seven or eight days, Liang Qu relied on the mirage unshakably to enter the fairy island to practice his true power, and at the same time let the mirage exercise his ability to climb the white jade ladder.

Try to strive for the limited time to crawl to the top of the fairy island as soon as possible to see what the palace looks like, whether there are any remains of the mirage dragon corpse, or even the survival of the mirage clan monster.

If the Ghost Mother Cult comes up with something similar...

hiss!

Immortality?

How could a skinny camel be so capable?

Su Guishan kept using his chopsticks, and bright red spicy oil dripped into the soup.

"Last year, your Hebo office dealt with a branch named Huang. Didn't you encounter a master who came back from the dead?"

"The power of the Grandmaster is unpredictable. The boy was too weak to watch at that time and did not witness it with his own eyes. Later, he heard Xu Ti led them to say that the Grandmaster had come back to life, so he had no choice but to kill him again.

Later, Xiang Fangsu and Ke Wenbin and I went to the island, and on the way we met a resurrected great martial artist. He acted solely on instinct and brute force, without any knowledge of martial arts. He was no different from the walking dead..."

"grown ups."

Long Li brought the plan and took out the glass cup from the case.

Ice cubes float in the fragrant juice.

Su Guishan stopped talking and looked down at the glass cup.

Liang Qu originally thought that there were outsiders present and his uncle would not be able to disclose it, but his next sentence suddenly changed.

"Why is your cup so red?"

Liang Qu was slightly startled: "Your glass is citrus juice, mine is pomegranate juice, all fresh fruits in season."

"Have some."

"One more."

Long Li hugged the plan and apologized: "Master Su, I went home today and didn't buy many pomegranates."

"Uncle, drink from me without taking a sip."

Liang Qu offered his iced juice with both hands.

Su Guishan stroked his beard with joy and said, "You can teach a child."

Let’s continue the conversation.

"Do you understand the Yin Killing Mother Shui?"

"Not many." Liang Qu recalled, "It seems to be a niche belief near Jianghuai Daze. I don't know what the situation was like before. Now there are almost no villagers believing in it. I don't know why the Ghost Mother Cult chose her as a totem to confuse people. ”

"No." Su Guishan shook his head, "Not only are there a lot of people who believe in Yin Killing Water Mother, but on the contrary, there are as many as stars in the sky, enjoying incense and eating offerings every year."

Liang Qu frowned.

"Why have you never heard of it?"

“Because my mother does not belong to Jianghuai Dazeli’s faith, the true origin must be traced back to the South China Sea!”

"South China Sea?"

""Shu Yi Ji" has a record: "There is a ghost mother in Xiaoyu Mountain in the South China Sea, who can give birth to heaven, earth and ghosts. She gives birth to ten ghosts in the morning and eats them in the evening. Today there is a ghost girl in Cangwu. The tiger is like a god. The head is like a dragon, and the eyes are like a python's eyebrows.'"

Liang Qu suddenly realized.

No wonder I don’t understand.

A wild god whose feelings come from other places.

"Uncle, please mention this..."

Su Guishan sighed long and long.

"In the past, the mirage dragon turned reality into reality. Today, the Ghost Mother Cult did not know how great their magical power and cost. They did the opposite and turned reality into reality. They fabricated this legendary Ghost Mother and obtained ten living death positions."

"Living death position?"

"Remember what I said? 'Ten ghosts are born once, they are born in the morning and eaten in the evening'. The reincarnation of cause and effect. According to Fatty Zhao, the Ghost Mother Religion relied on the Ghost Mother's belief and magical powers to create a total of ten living bodies. A dead position has a fixed number of twenty and cannot be changed.

Once the corresponding living person dies and moves to the dead position, and the number of dead positions exceeds, in a short period of time, by sacrificing a large number of living creature lives, a dead person can be squeezed out and returned to the living position.

The Ghost Mother Sect relies on this magical power to achieve resurrection from the dead. The more the sacrificed person is from the same sect, the better the effect. "

"Same origin and origin..."

As the name suggests.

Humans sacrifice humans, tigers sacrifice tigers, and toads sacrifice toads.

Liang Qu had a flash of inspiration.

"Fetal Pearl Pill!"

"However, the imperial court was not clear about why the Ghost Mother Cult sacrificed a large number of people to create galloping horse warriors who could cut off the future, or whether it had some unknown refining techniques.

Nowadays, it seems that the so-called galloping horse martial arts masters are mostly carrots and flesh-and-blood fetal beads that are used to deceive others, or to tempt outsiders' appetites, which are prepared sacrifices to the ghost mother, just like the long incense offered above! "

Liang Qu's eyes were shocked.

So capable!

Then I thought about it.

"That's not right, uncle. There are twenty living dead. Why is a great martial artist qualified to be resurrected from the dead?"

"They are not qualified." Su Guishan shook his head, "No matter how poor the Ghost Mother Sect is, the twenty living and dead positions will not be filled with the heads of great martial arts masters, and even individual masters may not be qualified to be in the position."

"Why..."

"Since you think the great martial arts master on the island is a walking corpse and has no reaction from the living, can he be resurrected from the dead?"

Liang Qu was speechless.

really.

According to the activity state of the great martial artist, it is more accurate to say that zombies have instincts, which is quite different from resurrection from the dead.

"Perhaps the resurrection of the Grand Master affected me, causing the soul in the great martial artist to be attracted by others. If you don't move, you will fall down soon."

Liang Qu nodded silently,

To become a great martial artist, Langyan needs the blending of spirit and qi and blood. When the spirit moves, the qi moves. This is where the special thing must begin.

The followers of the Ghost Mother will react to calamus and mugwort, which are inseparable from the Ghost Mother, and the influence between them is definitely not positive.

Compared with strangers, my own blood children, beloved relatives and friends can be said to be "from the same ancestry and origin".

A glass of pomegranate juice, a great secret!

Think about this.

Liang Qu felt puzzled.

"How does Fatty Zhao know so much?"

Zhao Hongyuan may not necessarily know the illegitimate son of the Ghost Mother Cult caught on Lushan Mountain, nor Ning Chaoqing, the great martial artist of the Hunting Tiger, as well as Zhao Hongyuan.

After being tortured for a long time on the mountain, apart from his own identity, not much was revealed about the situation within the Ghost Mother Cult.

It's not that I'm being arrogant, I just really don't know.

"Because Fatty Zhao was not recruiting ordinary members of the Ghost Mother Cult, but a few years ago, he accidentally rescued an important figure from a prince's faction on the road, brought him home, and took good care of him. The other person reciprocated the favor. During this period, Zhao Fatty not only didn’t refuse, but accepted it happily.”

Talent!

Zhao Hongyuan's white and fat face appeared in Liang Qu's mind.

The old boy must have a lot of things up his sleeve. He couldn't possibly have prepared for today to reveal them to save his life.

Eh.

Resurrection from the dead.

Difficult.

I guess it won't all be free, but the error tolerance rate is still much higher than normal people.

"Uncle, why are things in the south so weird? It's a bug and a ghost mother."

In the afternoon, I learned that the record holder of Dashun Grand Martial Arts Master died of love poison.

In the evening, I learned the bad news that the Ghost Mother Cult really has the ability to resurrect the dead.

"Because it's weak."

"master?"

Liang Qu turned around.

The old monk walked out of the west wing, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and ate meat and rice.