I have a Taoist temple that connects me to other worlds

What Shen Yueshu said to her best friend after returning to her room was unknown to Jiang Wen. He only faintly heard giggling from next door while cultivating, which only quieted down after a long while.

At this moment, he was immersed in his Sea of Life, watching the golden core, a collection of golden light, gradually fade away, eventually transforming into a drop of liquid the size of a bean.

At that very moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of comfort. The dark and boundless Sea of Life seemed to surge, and white mist instantly arose from the depths, followed by a white light of unknown origin that filled the entire Sea of Life.

When his consciousness probed into it, he felt as if he were surrounded by a vast expanse of white mist, like a fairyland. A golden core the size of a bean was located within, radiating brilliantly like the rising sun.

"Refining essence into qi, I can finally be considered to have glimpsed the five elements," Jiang Wen sighed.

Since he had the fortuitous encounter, he had been traveling between the two realms, occasionally glimpsing immortal opportunities, awakening the divine statue, and deducing cultivation methods. Only now could he officially call himself a Daoist.

The so-called refining essence into qi, only those who had obtained qi could be called Qi Refiners in ancient times.

Only after obtaining qi could one glimpse the five elements and gather the three flowers on the crown, thereby cultivating the path of the golden core.

After finishing his practice, it was already dawn outside.

The atmosphere was lively and bustling, with the sound of drums shaking the heavens.

Jiang Wen looked at the old drum with a somewhat surprised expression.

As more and more tourists walked towards the village, music could be heard incessantly.

"I saw a strange thing."

"I'm not a dog, I can't track scents," Jiang Wen spread his hands. "But I roughly know where they might have gone."

The human skin drum is an extremely cruel magical artifact, and the manufacturing process goes without saying. This kind of thing should have been eliminated long ago, so why would it appear at this folk performance convention?

Subsequently, an elderly man dressed in gorgeous robes, holding an old drum the size of a washbasin in his hand, slowly walked to the center and began to beat it.

"Human skin drum," Jiang Wen said casually, and Shen Yueshu didn't react for a long time after hearing this. She even foolishly asked what a human skin drum was.

"Why be so polite? Actually, I also want to see what's going on with this zombie," Jiang Wen waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to be too polite. "But in the future, try to avoid going to such remote places."

When the second part began, a group of strong men, naked to the waist, beat waist drums and performed strange movements, forming a formation.

"For example, the Elder Sister Drum."

Jiang Wen didn't continue speaking but gave the two of them a look.

Shen Yueshu noticed his expression and leaned close to his face, asking, "What's wrong? Did you discover something?"

The other party had black evil energy above their head, and a faint shadow appeared behind them. In the eyes of others, they looked normal, but in Jiang Wen's eyes, they were like a light bulb in the dark night, too conspicuous.

"Naturally, it is to communicate with the gods," Jiang Wen said. "It's just that whether these gods are real or fake is another matter. The so-called licentious shrines and evil sacrifices are like this."

"I seem to have caught the culprit," Jiang Wen smiled. Then he strode forward and slowly walked towards that person.

"I understand," Xuan Baiyin nodded.

"Yes, we saw it on the short video app and felt it was very lively, so we came," Xuan Baiyin replied with little enthusiasm.

Tourists took photos and checked in, recording and filming this traditional and ancient dance. Finally, they edited it into a short video of their own liking and uploaded it to the short video app.

The folk performance is divided into three parts: prayer, celebration, and sacrifice. It is said that this is a dance specially choreographed by the people of Aluo Village to worship the gods, and it has been passed down for thousands of years.

"Elder Sister Drum?"

Jiang Wen didn't speak anymore but sized up the crowd in the arena. Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on a masked dancer in the arena.

"Let's go watch the performance, maybe we can get some clues," Jiang Wen pointed to the performance in the village, and the three of them followed the tourists to go.

"Soul Calming Cliff."

"Go where?"

After Jiang Wen finished speaking, a huge cheer erupted not far away.

"Yes," Jiang Wen didn't speak anymore because the second stage of the performance had ended and officially entered the third part of the performance.

The two naturally understood what he meant, and Xuan Baiyin's face turned pale.

On the open space in the village, the people of Aluo Village, dressed in unique costumes, danced a cheerful dance. The youthful and pretty girls held hands and cheered, each with a smile on their face.

"It shouldn't be, it looks old, it should have been passed down from ancestors," Jiang Wen shook his head. "This kind of thing actually happened a lot in the past. If you go and look it up, you will know that there are even more terrifying things than this human skin drum."

The scale of tourists in Aluo Village was indeed a bit beyond Jiang Wen's expectations. He thought that not many people would come to such a remote place. He didn't expect that there were still many people coming to check in and play.

"Thank you so much, Brother Jiang," Xuan Baiyin said gratefully. "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't know what to do..."

"Then this one, is it..." Shen Yueshu asked softly, looking at the dancing old man.

"How cruel! Why do they do this!" Shen Yueshu said indignantly.

"What is it?" Shen Yueshu asked curiously.

Thinking of the three major attractions mentioned by the tour guide when coming to the village, it must be the folk song and dance performance of Aluo Village.

After washing up, he went out, and it happened that Xuan Baiyin and Shen Yueshu were also there.

Finally, Jiang Wen popularized what a human skin drum was, scaring the little girl so much that her face changed.

"Were you also attracted by this kind of performance?" Jiang Wen pointed to the lively scene in the arena and asked Xuan Baiyin curiously.

"Don't think so much for now. Your two friends are temporarily not in danger. After all, this Substitute Life Formation is for substitute life, not for claiming lives. If they die, how can they substitute life?" Jiang Wen also rarely comforted the two.

The masked villager was beating the drum when the sunlight in front of him was blocked. He raised his head to look at the person who came, and saw Jiang Wen looking at him with a smile.

"I found you," Jiang Wen said softly. "Refining corpses, very interesting, isn't it?"

The masked man's movements stopped, and his fingers trembled.