How to Be a Successful Ghost Cultivator

Lian Wu greeted everyone, then said goodbye to Ling Raccoon and left. Hualao led the two out of Beichan Temple. Lian Wu said goodbye to him, but when he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped him: "Lian Wu .”

Lian Wu and Ling Raccoon stopped and looked back, "What's the matter?"

Hua Lao hesitated for a moment, and said, "I have something to tell you."

Lian Wu thought for a while, said something to Ling Raccoon, then walked back, and said with a light smile, "Say it."

Hualao gritted her teeth, but she didn't seem to know how to speak. Lian Wu looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled, and said, "You probably blame me in your heart, right?"

Hearing this, Hua Lao's expression flashed in panic, after a while, he came to his senses, bit the flesh in his lips tightly, and said with difficulty: "Yes."

"Is it because I told your uncle about monsters?"

Hualao was silent for a moment, and then said: "Yes, my uncle is aggressive by nature and loves to fight for justice. He will get involved in everything. You...I wanted to prevent you from mentioning this matter that day. As dull as I am, I can see your instigation, but Master Uncle is impatient."

Hua Lao's tone was slightly mocking, and he continued: "When I was young, both my parents were bereaved, and my master had a big heart. He never cared about me. Since I was young, my uncle raised me up. He treats me like the grace of my parents' rebirth, so I naturally don't care about it." I would like him to put himself in danger. I also know a thing or two about those monsters. In the battle between monsters and the cultivation world more than 100 years ago, countless monks fell, and among them were Nascent Soul Transformation Gods. Cultivator, my uncle is only at the golden core stage, how can he see enough in front of those monsters?"

"You want to make a decision with me because of this?" Lian Wu didn't know what expression to make.

Hualao lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Lian Wu, you are not a Taoist cultivator, are you?"

Lian Wu raised his eyebrows in surprise: "That's right, you actually know?"

"Ha," Hualao laughed shortly, and said, "Although I'm not very smart, but after being with you for a long time, I can naturally feel that you have neither a pulse nor a heartbeat, nor even a temperature. , today my uncle's injury, the venerables in the temple are helpless, but you can see it at a glance..."

As he spoke, he raised his head, looked at Lian Wu, and said, "It will be inconvenient for you and me to communicate in the future..."

Hearing this sentence finally, Lian Wu narrowed his eyes slightly, unable to tell what kind of feeling he felt in his heart, sourness, sadness, disappointment, and a trace of regret, mixed together, swelling, squeezing his throat, making him Almost speechless.

At some point, the snow was getting bigger and falling, and Lian Wu took a deep breath, as if she wanted to take advantage of the icy wind and snow to swallow what was choked in her throat.

He suddenly smiled: "When I saw you at the beginning, I thought this little monk was really stupid. Now that I think about it, I was mistaken. Forget it, we don't agree with each other." After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands and saluted , the young man's voice was clear, and as soon as Fang said it, he was blown cold and erratic by the wind and snow.

"Leave it alone, little master."

"The wind and snow are too heavy, the benefactor should be more careful, it is inconvenient for the little monk to send it away."

Goose feathers and heavy snow fell on the vast land, and the boy's figure gradually drifted away with the youth, until it turned into two black dots and disappeared into the distance...

And Beichan Temple stands in the snow, as in the past, the bells are silent, and the Sanskrit sounds are bursting...

In a blink of an eye, another month passed, and at the end of December, it was the middle of winter, and the heavy snow kept falling, and the Qixia Peak was already white, covered with silver, and peach blossoms were in full bloom, as brilliant as clouds, far away. From a distance, it looks like a fairyland.

A small black ball of fur was rolling and having fun in the snowdrift, and beside it sat a white civet cat, and beyond that stood a young man in a moon-white robe, with black hair on his temples and a few strands of hair hanging down his ears, It made his complexion as white as jade.

This young man is Lian Wu. He is holding the fragment of the picture of thousands of monsters and ghosts that seems to have lost its effectiveness. He is studying it carefully and pouring Yin energy into it from time to time, but the fragment is always showing a silvery white gleam. After the light, it gradually disappeared without a sound, and the silver-white lines on it were more chaotic than before, like a bunch of messed up threads.

Lian Wu couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. Since the last time the monster was not summoned, the fragment had been like this. He couldn't help but wonder if the fragment was a consumable product that disappeared after use.But from the Qiongqi beast that came out, it didn't look like this.

In the end, Lian Wu unwillingly poured a large amount of yin energy into it again, turning the entire dantian upside down almost unreservedly. Immediately afterwards, the fragment suddenly emitted a dazzling silver light, and the lines on it quickly Gathered together, they formed the appearance of a monster.

"Qongqi!" With Lian Wu's soft shout, there was a sudden wind on the top of Qixia Peak, and the two civet cats beside Lian Wu turned over and rolled away in the snow until they reached the gourd vine. gone.

Even the fog was alright, but it was blinded by the wind and snow, and he was almost unable to stand still. After a while, the wind gradually dissipated. He took a closer look and saw that the original white and flat snow had been blown out into a big hole. Sitting on the bottom is a monster like a white tiger, with two horns on its head and black wings on its back. Although it looks a lot bigger than the last time I saw it, it is still a bit...too small, and it has the evil spirit of ancient times. The name of the beast.

The Qiongqi beast squatted, its hair was blown messy, its expression was still as arrogant as ever, looking at everyone as if it were an ant in the dust, when it saw Lian Mist, a strong disdain appeared on its face, and it snorted: "Mortal, why call the deity?"

Lian Wu squatted down, looked at it, and couldn't help wondering: "Why couldn't I summon you many times before? I even thought the blueprint was broken."

Hearing this, Qiongqi Beast suddenly felt complacent, and said: "Of course this deity is too powerful, they can't beat this deity."

Lian Wu suddenly had an ominous premonition. He thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Why did you come out this time? I remember there was also a nine-tailed white fox and a big black monster."

Qiongqi Beast flicked its tail and said proudly: "Ordinary people, I don't know this. It was just the deity's carelessness before, which allowed them to take the opportunity to go out. Later, when he was called again, the deity knocked them down one by one, humming."

It couldn't help but feel complacent as it spoke, and didn't notice that Lian Wu's face was getting darker and darker. It continued to speak with its tail wagging, but its tone suddenly became fierce again, saying: "It's a pity that they are too hateful to join hands to stop this venerable, otherwise this venerable would have died sooner or later." It came out! Just now, the deity took advantage of the nine-tailed fox's ignorance and absorbed a lot of Yin power to get rid of them. In the final analysis, the deity is still clever, mortal, don't you think so?"

However, Lian Wu, who heard the truth at this time, just wanted to do something to calm down.