How to Be a Successful Ghost Cultivator

It took another half an hour for Lingraccoon to fly with the fog, and finally arrived at the destination. The place was surrounded by a swamp, surrounded by many trees with strange postures, and a small wooden house was built in the center, surrounded by a fenced yard , it looks very decent, it looks like a mortal's residence, but there is a red light around the small wooden house, I don't know why.

Ling raccoon's consciousness swept over, and there was no one in the house. He entered the yard with continuous fog. The yard looked small, but the scene inside was very unique.

There are all kinds of strange flowers and plants in the yard, some are twisted like twisted flowers, some have long and thin leaves that explode like a feather duster, and some stems and leaves are silvery white and blue, shining coldly , sword-like texture, looks very sharp, but without exception, these plants are covered with a few big red flowers, yes, they are blood-red flowers the size of a small watermelon, with layers of petals and curled edges. When it rises, there is still a lot of dew, and the fragrance is tangy.

Perhaps it was because the flower was so fragrant that it attracted some small flying insects, and they rushed towards the bright red flower one after another, probably wanting to have a taste of Fangqiong. " With a sound, it suddenly closed, wrapped the bugs, and then chewed.

Lian Wu was stunned, and he swore that he really heard the chewing sound of the flower, sticky and greasy, which made people's hairs explode, but after a while, the petals opened again, "Puff, puff, puff, puff!" ” spitting out the wings of small flying insects, and a lot of mucus dripped down, and then rolled into crystal clear dewdrops on the blood-red and delicate petals...

He felt a little cramp in his stomach, what kind of person would keep such...disgusting plants?He bared his teeth involuntarily, and said, "Your old friend... Really, interesting..."

Ling Lai was expressionless: "Well, he has always been weird."

After saying that, he brought Lian Wu into the house. The house was set up with a formation, which was easily broken by Lingracoon. After entering the room, Lian Wu couldn't help asking: "This formation is so simple? Isn't he afraid of being broken into? "

Ling Lai still replied blankly: "He asked me for this formation."

So that's how it is...Lian Wu suddenly realized, and then said happily: "Then he doesn't know what we sneaked?"

Ling raccoon looked down at him and didn't speak. Lian Wu hung his head resentfully, touched his nose, and scolded himself for being stupid in his heart. What treasure is there in such a small shabby house that is worth sneaking away by a Nascent Soul cultivator...

With his head down, he wandered behind the raccoon dog, step by step, annoyed, like a dejected little animal, with the tips of its fur drooping.

When passing by the main room, I saw a worn-out book next to the futon on the floor, which seemed to be used as a pad for the table legs or something else. The book cover was tattered and tattered, the paper inside was straw yellow, and the edges of the pages were hairy. Rolled up, it can be seen that it is very old, with some handwriting scrawled on it.

Since the realm of comprehension often uses jade slips to transmit information, it is rare to see paper pages now, let alone use paper for writing.Therefore, even the fog rarely sees books.

He couldn't help but bent down, picked up the book cover curiously, and brought the old and dirty book to his eyes. The brown cover was torn a big hole, but it was still intact. Lian Wu tilted his head and read word by word Read the words on it: "Ghost, Xiu, Secret, Record..."

Listening to his words, Ling Lai turned around, and the two looked at each other for a moment, then put their eyes on the old book that was about to fall apart, and Lian Wu turned the four big characters on the cover over and over again. After several times, I suddenly asked: "Is this the secret book of ghost cultivation?"

Ling Lai looked at him for a long time, and then slowly said: "I see that there is no writing on the cover..."

"!" Lian Wu trembled in fright, and threw the book out like a hot potato, it was too scary.

"But," Lingraccoon said slowly again at this time, "You can see it, but I can't. It's nothing unusual..."

Hearing this, Lian Wu thought about it for a long time, yes, he is a ghost, and he can see some special things, but it is not surprising that the raccoon can't see it, maybe this book was written by a ghost?

Thinking of this, Lian Wu was no longer afraid, so he emboldened, picked up the book, opened it, and looked at what his fellow companion had written.

The four characters of Guixiu Milu are painted with iron hooks and silver hooks. Even people like Wu who don't know much about calligraphy think they are very beautiful. When you look closely at the ink-colored handwriting, there is a little blue, which reminds him of carrying it with him. The black stone that I touched was also blue in ink, could there be some hidden connection between the two?He guessed.

Turning to the second page, the handwriting is flying and dancing, Lian Wu almost couldn't find a word that he recognized, read it slowly, even guessed and recognized, fortunately, he still understood a little bit, this book is a ghost named Qi Yuzi Written by Xiu, he used to be a cultivator in the transformation stage, but before his ascension, a battle between gods and demons broke out in the Sifang Continent. The entrance to the Demon Realm was opened, and countless monsters flooded into the Sifang Continent. There was a lot of mourning, and later the cultivation world gathered monks from all sects, from the stage of transforming gods to the stage of building foundations, led by several forces to fight against the monsters, and the two sides fought for more than 100 years before finally driving all the monsters back. The old lair sealed the entrance, but the cultivation world also suffered extremely heavy losses. Most of the high-ranking monks fell, and countless low-ranking monks were killed or injured.

From this, Lian Wu thought of the back mountain of the Purple Qi Sect. Could it be that the entrance to the Demon Realm is sealed under the Five Immortals Ridge?So the monsters he saw that day, are they the remnants of the past, or the seal has begun to loosen, and the monsters are ready to make a comeback?However, more than 1000 years have passed since the Great War, and who knows the truth about it.

Lian Wu thought about it for a while, and felt that it was a bit exhausting, so he simply stopped thinking about it. When the sky fell, there was still a tall man standing on top of it. How could it be his turn to be a dead person to worry about the living?

So he crossed his legs and continued to browse, and it turned out that the qiqizi was one of the fallen god-turning cultivators. He found that people would become ghosts after death, and practiced in the body of ghosts. This is the orthodox way of ghost cultivation. Looking at the world of self-cultivation nowadays, the so-called ghost cultivation sects all use the human body to enter the way of ghost cultivation, and cultivate themselves to be neither human nor ghost, full of ghostly aura, but no matter how high the cultivation level is, the ascension will inevitably fail, and in the end it will only end up as a ghost. It's all about death.

However, it is not easy to enter the Tao with the body of a ghost. With several restrictions, the threshold is so high that ghosts sigh.

First of all, a ghost must be a monk before he is alive, and he must draw qi into his body. The innate qi forges the eight extraordinary meridians, so that he can maintain his body and soul for twelve hours after death. Earth cultivation, if not, at least get the nourishment of the Nether Stone, otherwise you will still be out of your wits.

He noted later that the Nether Stone is a stone that has been buried for thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, in the extremely dark place of Jiuyou.

The Nine Nether Extremely Yin Land is very different from the Extremely Yin Land. Most of the Extremely Yin Lands are formed after the day after tomorrow. They may appear in places with heavy corpses or places that are located in the north, and the Nine Nether Extremely Yin Land is said to be Pan Gu. When the world was opened, where the gods and demons fell, the resentment lingered, and it took thousands of years to form.

As far as Qi Zuzi knew, he had only seen one place like this, the place where he died, the entrance to the Demon Realm.

Lian Wu was amazed, it turned out that the cave before was really the entrance to the Demon Realm!Daoist Qingyou appeared there and wandered around in the courtyard, which shows that he has really been possessed.

Oh, what a pity, what a pity, Lian Wu thought, there are not many high-level monks like that, and the Ziqi Sect has suffered heavy losses, and the backyard may catch fire by then.

He sighed pretendingly, and continued to read the book in his hand. If the first two conditions were nothing, the last condition can be said to keep most of the ghosts out.

After the ghost takes the shape of the Nether Stone, the meridians of the whole body are blocked, and the dantian is empty, and it is still unable to cultivate. It must be a high-level monk with great supernatural powers, and use its own mana to forcibly open up the eight meridians of the body, and nourish every meridian in the body with its own spiritual power. To enable it to absorb and circulate the aura, this high-level monk, no matter how bad he is, will have to go to the Nascent Soul stage, and after that, the monk's own cultivation will regress by ten*!

Even the fog was stunned, and he forgot to say it. The whole person, no, the whole ghost was in a state of shock, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. Qi Zuzi was very lucky back then. Yuan was approaching, and he was seriously injured, but Qi Chuzi was fulfilled.

Senior monk!It's not like the wind blows your cultivation base!Practice is not easy, who is not conscientious, diligently practicing for hundreds or even thousands of years?Who would want to waste their efforts in the end, making wedding dresses for others?I'm afraid that no one can compare with Qi Zuzi's luck.

It was as if when I was in a state of excitement, a basin of cold water in my pocket made my whole body go stupid. I even stood up in the fog, thinking that there was no need to read the rest of the book. I picked up the book and threw it on the ground. You stomped on two feet, making you even happy with Grandpa Wu!

Ling Lai gave him a puzzled look, and said, "Why don't you read it?"

Lian Wu curled his lips unhappily: "It's useless, I've been looking at it for a long time, and in the end it takes a high-ranking monk willing to spend all his [-]% of his cultivation to start practicing. This method is ridiculous! That Qi Zuzi It can be seen that he is also one who does not know suffering."

Ling raccoon didn't say anything, just bent down to pick up the book that had been trampled even more tattered by Lian Wu, put it in the storage bag, and walked into the yard, Lian Wu hurriedly followed, and suddenly felt something by the window In a flash, there are two black and white streaks at an astonishingly fast speed!

"What!" Lian Wu gritted his teeth, looking at that place, feeling unhappy in his heart, what the hell, don't come and wander around in front of your Grandpa Lian Wu.

Seeing him like this, Lingraccoon laughed lightly and said: "It's nothing, it's just a civet cat."

This is the first time Lian Wu saw him smile, the corners of his thin lips were raised, and there were slight smile lines around his mouth, his originally serious face instantly softened, just like...a lake suddenly breaks ice in spring , Lian Wu seemed to feel that his whole heart was warming up, about to turn into water.