Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

The concierge, Mr. Qin, heard from some old people in Ping'an Town that in the early years, he had entered the imperial capital and worked as a concierge in an academy for many years. Later, when he was old, he returned to Ping'an Town and opened a book club named It is No. 73 Book Club.

As for his real name, no one could name him, and everyone affectionately called him Uncle Qin, the porter.

After all, in a remote mountain town like Ping'an Town, it is very remarkable that someone can go out and enter Pingjiang City, not to mention entering the imperial capital. For most people, it is another world that is unattainable in their lifetime.

Of course, some people once questioned the concierge Uncle Qin. He had even seen such a world before. How could he return to the small Ping'an Town? At least he had to settle down in Pingjiang Chengan.

Perhaps, this is just a lie of a loser who has been wandering outside for decades and has no aspirations.

Of course, Uncle Qin didn't care about these gossip.

In this way, he silently guarded his own book club, working at sunrise, resting at sunset, looking at the clouds, and enjoying the last time of his life.

The books in the No. 73 Bookstore are extremely mixed, and many of them are ancient books. Uncle Qin said that they were collected when he was in the imperial capital. The academy he stayed in would throw away a lot of old books every year. Uncle Qin felt it was a pity and chose some. , brought back to Ping'an Town.

Many of these ancient books involve ghosts and ghosts, which are particularly interesting.

Zhou Dao visited a few times, and he couldn't help himself and became a regular visitor here. When Lao Dao was not running away, he often read books in the bookstore. Although he was shy because of the cyst, he never bought it, and Uncle Qin didn't chase him away. Just let this little guy look at free books.

After entering the Yuyao Division, Zhou Dao has a monthly salary, so he often visits here. Apart from food, drink and rent, most of his monthly expenses are spent on reading books.

Today, he came again.

Uncle Qin was arranging in the stack of books. When he saw Zhou Dao, he glanced up and lowered his head to continue arranging.

"You haven't been here for a while."

"Si Li has been too busy recently." Zhou Dao said casually, of course he couldn't tell the outside world about the situation in Yu Yao Si, otherwise it would easily cause panic.

These mortals are protected by the Yu Yaosi. Under normal circumstances, they always feel that all the monsters in the world have been killed.

In fact, the fight has always been there.

"The town has not been peaceful recently." Uncle Qin shook his head.

Zhou Dao's heart moved, but any cases involving monsters will be blocked, and it is difficult for outsiders to know.

Even Wang Xiaoyi, a man of Eight Trigrams, dared not tell his family about the recent series of incidents. Once discovered, it would be a serious crime.

"Uncle Qin, who did you listen to?" Zhou Dao asked tentatively.

"The old man is someone who has seen the world anyway. If you can't see it, then you've been in a mess for half your life."

Uncle Qin said casually, and took out an ancient book from the bookshelf behind him.

"See for yourself!"

Walking in front of Zhou Dao, Uncle Qin shoved the scroll into his hand and got busy again.

Zhou Dao looked down and saw that the book was written impressively

Big Demon - Ping'an Town.

"Huh?" Zhou Dao's eyebrows jumped.

This thing looks like a dossier, but it is so old that it is about to spread out!

"Uncle Qin, where did this thing come from?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but ask.

"Don't take it out if you picked it up. It's private property, it's just for you to see. If someone finds out, it will be troublesome." Uncle Qin warned without turning his head.

Zhou Dao looked at it and found that it was indeed torn from a certain file. Some of the pages were still incomplete, and the handwriting was a little blurry, as if it had been smeared.

"As expected of the concierge, Mr. Qin." Zhou Dao now believes that Mr. Qin didn't brag. He did work in the imperial capital and worked as a concierge, and he could even pick up such things.

Zhou Dao opened the file and looked at it.

"Ping'an Town actually has a big monster!?" Zhou Dao thought a little.

The so-called big monster is not comparable to the evil-level monster. That kind of existence dominates the monsters from all sides. The Monster Qi is soaring into the sky, rolling like a canal, rolling like a river, such a terrifying power can only be controlled by a big monster.

It can be said that the appearance of the big demon is a disaster for any party, and it is also the most troublesome for Yu Yaosi.

There are seventy-two cave demon kings in the world, and whenever there is a big demon, they must worship the mountain and enter the palace, and they will not easily fall outside, otherwise they will definitely be hunted by the Yuyao Division.

"Twenty years ago?" Zhou Dao thought for a moment.

He remembered that Wang Xiaoyi said that twenty years ago, Ping'an Town suffered a catastrophe, and almost all the people in the town died. His ancestors escaped because they were not in the town.

Thinking of this, Zhou Dao couldn't help but read.

He had only heard of the big demon and was extremely curious.

An old incident was recorded on the scroll.

Twenty-seven years ago, a boy was born in Shenyin Village, Ping'an Town.

At this time, a plague broke out in the village and most of the people died.

The old man in the ancestral hall said that the baby was unknown, that the gods were evil, that the parents were killed, and that it did not bring disaster to the village.

"It's unlucky enough!"

Zhou Dao secretly slandered that his parents died when he was born, and half of the village was plagued. As long as one person had an association, in such an atmosphere of self-defense, I am afraid that everyone would believe that this is a disaster.

No, everyone is willing to believe that this is a calamity.

The fate of the baby can be imagined, he was thrown into the mountains by the frightened name of the village.

Who would have thought that not only did this baby not die, but was actually rescued by a cat demon.

"Cat demon!?"

It is recorded in the volume that this is not an ordinary cat demon, born with two tails, cultivation demon method, ginseng bone monument, deep wickedness.

"It's really good fortune." Zhou Dao was slightly moved.

According to records, this cat demon had some chance. It was originally just a lynx. In the barren mountains of Ping'an Town, it obtained the method of cultivation by the demon clan, and the Taoism gradually deepened.

According to the Dharma door, it follows a different path, doing great deeds, accumulating yin virtues, and transforming into human form.

You must know that ordinary monsters can only be transformed with Monster Qi, and it is always difficult to escape from the beast body.

For cultivators, the body of a beast is a great sin and a great evil, like a shackle, which cannot be detached and cannot be attained.

The monsters who have truly cultivated great supernatural powers are those who can truly leave their flesh and turn into adults, rather than using Monster Qi to confuse and confuse the trails.

However, methods like accumulating Yin virtue are extremely rare, not just doing good deeds.

Among them, the secret methods of the mysterious door, how to introduce merits into the body, purify sins, get rid of the flesh, etc., are all secrets that are not passed on.

"How can there be such a demon cultivation method in a place like Ping'an Town?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but said.

"Don't you read "Ping An Zhi"? It's very clear in it." At this moment, the concierge Uncle Qin spoke.

"Ping An Zhi" is a book that records the history of Ping An Town, and most normal people don't have to read that stuff.

"Many years ago, there was a mountain to the west of Ping'an Town. Zhong Lingyuxiu was very beautiful, and it was very clear. There was once a demon master who opened his house here, and his name changed for a while." Uncle Qin said casually.

"Ping'an Town still has this kind of history?" Zhou Dao blurted out, "What mountain?"

"Pastry Mountain!"