How to Be a Successful Ghost Cultivator

More than a month passed in the blink of an eye after Lian Wu retreated and built a foundation. It was already mid-November when he left the customs, and it began to snow outside. White snowflakes fluttered and scattered. The scenery is very beautiful.

On this day, it was rare for Lian Wu not to practice, so he invited Shang Lingraccoon, and the two stood under the peach trees and chatted. The peach trees looked very old, at least hundreds of years old, and now they had lost all their leaves. , only the bare branches are left, and the roots are intertwined, which looks quite strong.

Fine snowflakes fell one after another, and after a while, a layer of frost-like white formed on the ground. Lian Wu suddenly laughed and said, "Today is November [-]th, which happens to be my birthday. I should be seventeen, when is my brother's birthday?"

Ling Lai shook his head and said, "I don't have a birthday."

"How could it be?" Lian Wu Daqi said, "Brother is a Nascent Soul cultivator, so even if you don't remember your birthday, you shouldn't forget it."

Ling Lai thought about it carefully for a while, then shook his head, and said, "It's true." He pondered for a while, then said slowly, "I don't seem to have any memory of before the age of five."

Even Wu didn't want to say much about this matter. After all, Ling Lai joined Qingyou's sect when he was young. It must not be a good memory, so he just said: "Then senior brother will celebrate my birthday on the same day as me."

Ling Raccoon didn't know what to think of, and suddenly smiled: "Okay."

His slender eyebrows stretched out, and after he reached out to brush the fine snowflakes from Lian Mist's hair, his fingertips were instantly filled with turquoise light.

Suddenly, there were dense and slight sounds all around, as if the buds had drilled out of the bark, and then quickly burst open. Even the fog raised his head, and the peach tree in front of him suddenly bloomed with numerous flowering branches. The peach blossoms are shining in this cold winter day. bloom.

Looking from a distance, in the distant clouds, a patch of sparse silver-white snow fell on the top of Qixia Peak, and pink peach blossoms, like clouds, perched on the peak, always blooming undefeated.

While Lian Wu and Ling Raccoon were talking, suddenly he sensed that someone was approaching the peak, so Lian Wu stopped talking and turned around vigilantly, only to see a blue-clothed monk coming from the clouds and mist.

Lian Wu knew that this person was Yibu Liu who lived at the foot of Qixia Peak. He was stepping on a twig, and his clothes fluttered.

That Yibuliu just touched the magic weapon, and seeing the peach blossoms here, he laughed loudly and said: "You two Taoists are very elegant." He also smiled and congratulated Lian Wu: "I only retreated for a while, and I heard about it when I came out. Fellow Daoist Lian Wu has successfully established his foundation, so he came here to congratulate him."

Lian Wu also saluted back: "Thank you, fellow daoist."

Yi Buliu said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist is very talented, at such an age you can achieve this level of cultivation, Yi Mou is really rare in my life."

"Fellow Daoists have won the prize."

Yi Buliu said to Lingraccoon again: "Fellow Lingraccoon has also broken through the alchemy period. It's really gratifying."

Lingraccoon only cupped his hands, and returned a salute, not wanting to say more.

That Yi Buliu is also very interesting. Seeing that Ling Raccoon did not speak, he smiled at Lian Wu again: "The two monks on the top of Qixia Peak broke through one after another, which caused a lot of amazement among the monks in the Sanxiu League. Let alone Qixia Peak now! Now, even the spiritual veins that touch Qixia Peak are very hot."

Hearing this, Lian Wu couldn't help but sneered, and said: "That's fine, I just feel that Qixia Peak is too deserted."

Yi Buliu also nodded and smiled: "Exactly."

The two exchanged a few more words, and suddenly a golden sound-transmitting talisman came through the air, Lian Wu stretched out his hand a little, and the talisman fell in his hand, Yi Buliu saw this, took his leave and left.

Ling Lai took a look at him, and asked Lian Wu, "Come here specially to congratulate?"

Lian Wu casually smiled: "He just didn't want to cause trouble for nothing, but now he wants to make friends with us, so he came here specially to show his heart, it's human nature."

Seeing what he said, Ling raccoon didn't ask any more questions, the snow gradually stopped, a thin layer of white snow lay on the ground, and some sunlight shone through the sky.

Lian Wu opened the sound transmission talisman, Hualao's voice came from it, but for some reason it was different from the past, as if he was full of thoughts, speaking in a rare concise way, he just said in a hurry, my senior uncle has returned today, your senior brother If you have already left the customs, why not come to the temple tomorrow, if you come, then write a letter, and I will wait for you two.

This is gone?Lian Wu was a little strange, but then he thought about it, maybe something happened, so he looked at Ling Raccoon questioningly, and seeing that he had no objection, he returned a sound transmission talisman to Hualao, saying that Ri must personally Go and visit Master Shanmo.

Early the next morning, Lianwu and Lingraccoon set off for Beichan Temple. Lianwu was now able to control the flying magic weapon by himself. After he built the foundation, Lingraccoon gave him some top-grade magic weapons.

Lian Wu was about to own the sword, but Ling Lai said as usual: "Come here." In the end, the two still went to Beichan Temple with the sword together.

The bells of Beichan Temple are still silent, and the Sanskrit sounds burst out, which makes people feel peaceful and peaceful in their hearts. The gate of the temple is extraordinarily magnificent in the fine snow, revealing a kind of solemnity and solemnity unique to Buddhism after years of precipitation.

The two landed in front of the mountain gate, and a young monk greeted them, clasped their hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, are you two benefactors of Lianwu and Lingraccoon?"

"Yes," Lian Wu replied, "The two of us came to visit Master Shan Chi, and we informed you yesterday."

"Please follow the poor monk."

"It's work."

The young monk led Lian Wu all the way through the vermilion high-rise wall, and finally arrived in front of a row of neat meditation rooms. In the fine and dense light snow, there was only a young monk in gray robes squatting in front of the door, My fingers are writing and drawing in the snow, I don't know what I'm doing.

Lian Wu recognized it was Hualao at a glance, he called out, the little monk raised his head, it was indeed Hualao, squinted his eyes and saw him, then stood up, walked over slowly, and had a chat with them call.

Lian Wu saw that he was a little unhappy, so he couldn't help asking: "Why are you not energetic today? What happened to you, so decadent?"

Hua Lao looked at him, wanted to say something, but held back, just whispered: "My uncle is resting, you come with me."

He took the lead to walk to the meditation room, fine snowflakes fell on his shoulders and melted again, his figure looked a little thin in the snow, Lian Wu's eyebrows frowned slightly imperceptibly.

The door of the meditation room was pushed open, and there was a dull "squeak" sound. The cold air in the room rushed to the face in an instant, and there was also the unique bitter taste of elixir, lingering in everyone's breath.

Hua Lao said softly: "Master, they are here."