Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"Ahem..."

As Wang Fu finished speaking, a cough sounded outside the stone house, followed by some heavy footsteps and the muffled sound of "dongdongdong".

"It seems that fellow Daoist Wang is really eager to leave this world." The person who came was the priest of Tuman Village. He was wearing animal skins and holding a cane. He slowly appeared at the door and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"I'm sorry to disappoint the priest. Maybe after a few hundred years, Wang still can't leave this world. I'm afraid I will be willing to stay in one place and end my life. Before that, I can't calm down." Wang Fu bowed to the old man at the door.

The priest of Tuman Village has been here for a while, and Wang Fu knows it very well. He didn't find Dai Junye hiding before, just because he was used to exploring the area with his spiritual consciousness when he was cultivating, and he hadn't accepted the change that his spiritual consciousness could not leave his body for a while.

But after this incident, he has regained his five senses, and he can easily hear the breathing outside the stone house.

However, after the priest arrived, he did not disturb or stop Wang Fu from killing Dai Junye. From this, it can be seen that the other party did not care about Wang Fu's killing here, or in other words, he did not care about the life and death of the immortals in the outside world.

"Forget it, forget it. I am not a person who forces others. But I still say that this position will be kept for you until I can no longer hold on." The old man sighed and showed a helpless look.

Wang Fu was slightly relieved after hearing this. He was really worried that the priest would keep pestering him. Now it seems that the other party is quite reasonable.

"Thank you very much."

"In addition to being attracted by the movement here, I came here for something that needs the help of fellow Daoist Wang." The old man shook his head slightly, walked into the stone house, and after looking at the three corpses on the ground, he did not say much, but instead looked at Wang Fu intently, showing a solemn look.

"Priest, please speak." Seeing this, Wang Fu also showed a solemn look.

"The village spirit told me that the spirit of Muman Village died. Before dying, the spirit used the last bit of its strength to transmit the image to the spirits of other barbarian villages. It was the wild monster leading other wild beasts. The wild monster was unfamiliar. It was not the one on the mountain of the wild world. I think it should be the big monster that fell into this world from Yunmengze in the world of cultivation after the boundary wall was broken. Although the strength of Muman Village is the weakest, it is so easy to destroy a village. The strength of the big monster must be extremely strong. If it attacks our Tuman Village, I am afraid we will find it difficult to resist." The old man's face was full of worry.

Wang Fu frowned when he heard this, and his worries really appeared. What the Tuman Village priest asked for was probably to help the village resist the wild monster.

As expected, the old man's next words also confirmed Wang Fu's guess.

"I have nothing else to ask for. I just hope that when the wild monster comes, fellow Daoist Wang can help me. If it really comes to the final moment when the village is destroyed and people die, please protect the fire and sacrificial spirits of our Tuman Village." As he said this, the vicissitudes of life old man who had lived for hundreds of years actually bowed to Wang Fu.

Seeing this, Wang Fu frowned slightly, but hurriedly helped him up.

"Priest, Wang's strength is limited. I am afraid that I am not strong enough to fight against the big monster. However, if it really comes to that, with the acceptance of your village and the courtesy of the priest, Wang will definitely protect the fire and sacrificial spirits of the village and escape to other places." He solemnly agreed to the old man's request.

He was not wrong. Wang Fu still respected the priest of Tuman Village.

"In this case, I would like to thank you first."

The old man's eyebrows relaxed, as if he had no worries. Then he walked towards the depths of the stone house while speaking with his crutches.

"I see that you seem to be quite interested in these storage bags. The village has collected quite a few of them, so I'll give them to you. We can't open these storage bags without spiritual power. Even if we force them open, the things inside will be basically destroyed. So no one has been interested in them for so many years. It's just that I'm worried that some ignorant barbarian boy will take these storage bags and throw them away at will, so I hid them."

He didn't stop until he came to a stone wall.

The old man raised his cane and tapped the stone wall a few times. The next moment, Wang Fu moved his ears and heard the sound of mechanical gears running. The stone wall in front of him turned out to be a secret door. As the gear sound became stronger, the secret door finally opened slowly.

"Here are the storage bags collected by the village. I don't know how many there are, but there are several that should be left by the Nascent Soul Realm. If you are interested, take as many as you can." As the old man spoke, he took out a fire starter from his arms and lit an oil lamp on the stone wall.

As the lights flickered, the storage bags that were almost half a person's height appeared in front of Wang Fu, which surprised him.

If the old man and Fang Lingke were not here, he would have controlled the small tripod on the spot and put away all the storage bags.

"In this case, I will be disrespectful." Wang Fu nodded slightly, and then walked away and took a few storage bags that were obviously not owned by ordinary cultivators.

The old man was satisfied when he saw this, and then he looked at Fang Lingke on the side and smiled kindly:

"If Miss Lingke is interested, you can also take some."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I am not interested." Fang Lingke shook her head and refused.

"That's it. If you want it anytime, you can come and get it at any time." The old man nodded.

Fang Lingke nodded.

Then the few people left the dark room, and the old man blew out the oil lamp on the wall and closed the secret door.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I will send someone to deal with these three corpses, so you don't have to worry about it. Please go back and have a good rest. The village will hold a sacrifice tonight to perform a ritual of offering sacrifices to the spirits to deal with the wild beasts and monsters that may attack at any time. You will also need to participate and accept the spirits." The old man glanced at the three corpses on the ground, then continued to walk out of the stone house and spoke slowly.

At this point, he seemed to sense something strange about Wang Fu next to him, and hurriedly explained:

"Fellow Daoist, please don't rush to refuse. Although you are not willing to take the position of priest for the time being, you must obtain the power of the sacrificial spirit. The benefits will never disappoint you. With the power of the sacrificial spirit, your strength will definitely be improved. At the same time, the sacrificial spirit of our village will also be fed back by you, and it is possible to be promoted to the fourth-level sacrificial spirit, so that we can be sure to fight against the wild monster."

"In fact, the sacrificial spirit of our village could have made further progress a hundred years ago, but none of the barbarian warriors in the village could withstand the third-level spirit, and I couldn't exert the full strength of the sacrificial spirit, which delayed the sacrificial spirit for a hundred years."

The old man sighed.

"But fellow Daoist Wang is different. With your flesh, as long as you accept the third-level spirit, you will be able to bring the power of our village's sacrificial spirit to its fullest. In return, the sacrificial spirit will also have a great chance of being promoted successfully."

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist, I guarantee with my life that this matter will only benefit you, and will not harm you at all." The old man stopped and looked back at Wang Fu, with a pleading look in his eyes.

Wang Fu did not interrupt the whole process. Now that he had finished listening and saw the old man's expression, he narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded in agreement.

Wang Fu was not sure that he could protect himself from the disaster of the wild monster. If he could really make his strength go further with the help of the power of the sacrificial spirit, it would be worth taking a risk.

As for if the priest plotted against him because of this, he would not hesitate to make him regret it for the rest of his life.

"Then I will go and prepare for the sacrifice. Fellow Daoist Wang and Miss Ling Ke can do whatever they want. When the time comes, I will send someone to notify you two." Seeing Wang Fu's agreement, the old man was full of joy and immediately said goodbye and left to prepare for the sacrifice.

After Wang Fu and the others bowed and said goodbye, they had no intention of staying here any longer. After all, the bloody scene in the stone house was not very beautiful.

That night, the Tuman Village was brightly lit, and the shouts shook the sky. The figures of the barbarians danced around the bonfire, which was lively and solemn, and someone was dedicated to offering sacrifices to the spirit.

Those were the heads of wild beasts and the blood of the beasts.

Under the chanting of the priest, the bonfire set off a whirlwind and rushed straight into the sky.

Wang Fu finally saw the full appearance of the sacrificial spirit, which was a huge phantom of a giant turtle. As soon as this spirit appeared, it stared at Wang Fu directly. Not only was there no murderous intent in his eyes, but there was also some respect and flattery.

"Thank you for coming..."

As this voice echoed in Wang Fu's mind, the spirit possession in Tuman Village began.

This night was destined to be extraordinary.

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