Cultivation Of Immortals Begins With A Funeral Scripture

Ye Wudi seemed to see something from Ye Congwen's terrified and dull eyes, and laughed angrily:

"What are you thinking about? My Feng Shui art is only responsible for selecting good days and auspicious days, exploring auspicious caves and yin houses, and those low-level entertainment performances of dancing gods do not require us to do it. They don't have any technical content. Is it that my generation of scholars should delve into it? You I want to dance and I still feel Losing face!"

Ye Congwen heard that there is no need to dance to the Great God, and he immediately smiled and was in a good mood. He rubbed his palms and asked with great interest:

"It's my fault. How could the patriarch grandpa know such vulgar things! Is Feng Shui really as magical as it is said in legends? Shade offspring, Fuze offspring?"

"This is not a rumor. The Tao of Feng Shui contains the inner universe, and the harmony of Five Elements Eight Trigrams Yin & Yang. It is profound and mysterious. If you can really learn a thing or two, you will benefit endlessly in your life."

Ye Wudi sighed a lot, only hated that he started too late in this life, and had no good teacher to teach his friends to argue, so that he only understood the superficiality when he was nearly 70 years old.

"You said it so heartbreakingly, patriarch grandpa, please lend me your funeral scripture to read. With my Talent and your guidance, I believe it won't take long to find one or two for Iron Tower Village." It’s an auspicious cave house. The emperor’s dragon veins don’t dare to expect extravagance, and if they are buried in the right place, the future generations will be crowned kings and princes just around the corner!”

Ye Wudi appreciates Xiao Congwen's self-confidence. After all, the belief in invincibility is inherited from the same race.

"Your idea coincides with me. In recent years, I have devoted myself to the study of Feng Shui art, just to make a breakthrough on this road and lay a good Feng Shui foundation for Tieta Village. If I can benefit in the future If your descendants can be crowned kings and princes, this life will not be in vain."

"Grandpa Patriarch, please don't worry. I will memorize this book all night and day these days, and try to find the Jixue Yin House in the shortest possible time. I believe that our Ye Clan will flourish, and the future can be expected!"

"You reminded me well, there are such top auspicious acupoints, so it is natural to guarantee the priority use right of my Ye family, the so-called fat water does not flow to outsiders' fields——"

The sound of excitement stopped abruptly! Ye Wudi seemed to realize something, with a big black face, he asked coldly:

"Who are you going to use first?"

Ye Congwen was still immersed in fantasy, as if he had become a king at this moment, surrounded by followers, maids around their knees, and spending money like water. He answered without hesitation:

"Naturally, whoever has the oldest qualifications and the highest prestige will be given priority. Who will get the round?"

"Oh—tell me who has the oldest qualifications and the highest prestige!"

Ye Congwen gave the old patriarch a look like a fool, and was about to answer this ignorant question! Seeing that cloudy face suddenly, he immediately understood the situation. The grandpa of the Ye family is the only one left in front of him, isn't he cursing him?

"Hey..." Ye Congwen smiled sarcastically, and murmured in his mouth: "Don't worry, it's hard for me to achieve anything in thirty or fifty years without my comprehension."

"Take this book and get out of here!"

Ye Wudi turned his face faster than he turned a book, and suddenly felt like he lost interest in Feng Shui.

Ye Congwen stuck out his tongue, took the book, and disappeared in a flash.

At this time, I really hated that I couldn't fly because I didn't have wings. Ye Congwen ran all the way, hurried home with a few catties of air-dried beef, picked up a load of sweet rice wine, and rowed the boat to the deep mountains and valleys.

"This Feng Shui technique cannot be casually mentioned in front of the old patriarch in the future. The old man is most taboo to talk about these things of life and death."

After Ye Congwen made up his mind, he still rowed obediently to wait for news from the hunting team. The daily practice is that hunters go up to the mountain to hunt at dawn, and Ye Congwen is responsible for pulling the prey or delivering supplies by boat. He can be a few hours late, after all, it takes the hunter the most time to find the prey.

While rowing, I recalled what the old patriarch said in the morning:

Listening to the tone of the old patriarch at least proves that the Mo family has never produced any wizards who have practiced magic arts recently. The man in white who slaughtered the rhinoceros horn yesterday must not be a member of the Mo family.

Of course, it is impossible for them to be members of the Yu Lin family. I have to go to the county to find out the background of this person. If it is a coincidence, I can ask a teacher to pass on some Cultivation Technique, which would be perfect.

If you really don't have this fate, you can also observe the reaction of the Mo family. After all, he threw that Mo Fatty into the stinky ditch, so it's hard to guarantee that he won't find someone to come back for revenge.

I have just settled the matter of pioneering the wild cattle, if I let the giants know that I have provoked such a powerful opponent as Mo Fu. Once it is known that it is because of wooden bean sprouts, it will be dangerous to stand by and do nothing.

In less than an hour, Ye Congwen had arrived at his destination.

It was the place where the wild cattle were hunted last time. Suddenly remembered that he had promised three animal trainers to build a bone mound for Mang Niu, so he had to go ashore to have a look.

Walking towards the place where the pioneer cattle fell to death yesterday, I found that there was nothing left, only a pile of refurbished loess, covered with a thick layer of withered thatch.

It should be handled by hunters. Too strong bloody smell will attract many predatory beasts. Once there are too many beasts, grass-eating animals like pioneer bulls will panic and will not even come here to look for food. That is the hunter The last thing you want to see.

"It just saves trouble. It seems that I have the foresight. Otherwise, after the bones are buried, I will ask the three animal trainers for money. I'm afraid no one will give me any money."

Ye Congwen turned back to the boat, since he was almost trampled to death on the grass yesterday by a cow's hooves, he felt a little apprehensive, and it was safer to lie on the boat.

I took a sip of the rum, and it was sweet and sweet. The technology of brewing wine in a small place is limited, the taste is like fermented glutinous rice, low alcohol content, sweet and delicious, men, women and children love to sip a few sips, just like drinking sugar water to quench their thirst.

Having a drink or two, surrounded by green mountains and clear water, the scenery is picturesque. Unfortunately, Ye Congwen is too busy to enjoy the scenery.

I went to Qingshan Town, not only did I have an enmity with the Mo Mansion, but also those two masked monsters were not idle people. If these people really want to come to Iron Tower Village to seek their own bad luck, what should they do?

With my small arms and legs, I'm afraid I can only hide behind the giant. Actually is not afraid that the giant will not help me out, but I just let the giant wipe my butt. Doesn't that confirm my statement that I am dragged down by my mother?

"If you have learned the magic technique, half of the magic skill of the white-clothed boy yesterday, then you will be proud!"

Ye Congwen was envious, thinking about his current state, he was not even as good as an eight-year-old child of the giant race, so he had to drink alcohol. I was so bored that I had to take out the blackened yellow book and read it slowly to pass the time.

"Foot crouching and squatting, the lord of ten thousand vehicles.

Facing the sea and arching the sky, dragons and tigers hugging each other..."

Ye Congwen shook his head while reading, occasionally sipping a drink, unconsciously, his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

The whole body fluttered in the air, and I don't know how long it took before I came to the depths of a towering and straight mountain. A crouching beast.

The birds are colorful and different in shape, and none of them can name it by themselves.

The ferocious beast bared its teeth even more, its face was ferocious, its hair was like steel needles, and its eyes were shining with divine light, making people afraid to look directly at it.

The cave is dazzling and resplendent, as if you have entered the palace. The two rows of maids, Qiongzui and nose, have a graceful figure, all dressed in red dresses, as bright as a rainbow.

After Ye Congwen slowly floated closer, two maids in emerald green dresses and veils stood beside a golden dragon chair, shouting like a yellow warbler:

"Your Majesty, please ascend the throne!"

Ye Congwen was quite surprised, didn't he become a king and a prince, how could he become an emperor in the blink of an eye? But at this time, something was wrong. I just felt that my dream for many years was about to come true. Hundreds of millions of people knelt down and professed their vassals, shouting in unison, Long Live Your Majesty.

In a daze, Ye Congwen was helped to the dragon chair by two maids wearing veils. Before he could speak, a tortoise prime minister at the bottom left took two steps forward and said in a shrill voice:

"Report to Your Majesty! The Alien Scale Tribe presents a Heavenly Immortal Law of the Dragon Clan, please take a look at it."

The Dragon Clan is the leader of the scale insects, and the Cultivation Technique must be unparalleled in the world. He was about to reach out to take a closer look, when the two veiled maids beside him took the things and put them aside.

Just as he was wondering why it wasn't delivered to him, he was about to ask aloud, when suddenly a big bird with golden light came out from below, and shouted in a rough voice:

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Monster Bird Tribe has a heaven-level treasure book 'Nirvana Sutra' dedicated to His Majesty, and may His Majesty rule the world forever!"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I, the Magical Beasts tribe, present a copy of the heavenly divine art 'Longevity Jue', and I hope that your majesty will accept it with a smile. As long as your majesty masters the magical art, you will surely have a long life without boundaries!"

Although the two maids took over the Manual and hid them all, Ye Congwen wasn't panicked at all. He reckoned that when the conference was over, he would naturally let himself appreciate it and figure it out.

Instead, he asked kindly:

"Dear loves, do you still have peerless treasures to present? Why is it all magic and fairy arts, and no one sends some gold and silver coins?"

The voice fell to the ground, and there was no sound.

The little maid at the side coughed twice and asked quietly:

"Your Majesty is the richest man in the world, what's the use of that vulgar thing?"

Are you showing off your brain? The money will naturally be spent! Besides, when did I become rich in the world? I managed to sell ten gold coins yesterday. Didn’t I hand them all in early in the morning? Now I don't even have a copper coin on me, why do you think I want money!

Hey ---, something is wrong, these two veiled maids look a little familiar, as if I have seen them somewhere!

Turning around, the hundreds of millions of subjects in front of him were scattered, and Ye Congwen suddenly thought of something, as if he was trying to catch a handful of quicksand, and could only watch them flow away, and shouted loudly:

"Quick, give me three copies of Cultivation Technique!"

Ye Congwen felt that his lower body had dissipated and was invisible, so he shouted eagerly.

"The Cultivation Technique is hidden in this mountain. According to the rules of the ancestors, you can only find it by yourself!"

Ye Congwen suddenly disappeared even his hands. He was so anxious that he almost cried, begging for mercy loudly:

"Good sister, do me a favor, give me something!"

"Hehe...you open your eyes wide to see who I am?"

Suddenly the two tore off their veils at the same time, leaving Ye Congwen dumbfounded:

"Isn't this the two ugly scumbags from yesterday!"