The Secret Way of Immortality

Ren Qing glanced around, intentionally or unintentionally emitting a bit of aura.

The barking stopped abruptly.

Compared to the somewhat slow-witted donkeys and horses, the local dogs were more sensitive to danger, and almost simultaneously tucked their tails between their legs.

The stall vendors exchanged surprised and uncertain glances, not noticing Ren Qing mixed in with the crowd.

Ren Qing gradually restrained his aura, and the morning market became noisy again.

He walked towards the corner without hesitation, where ordinary local dogs were being sold, some of which looked a bit too ferocious.

Ren Qing's eyes fell on a local dog, its fur covered in scars, locked alone in a small cage, unable to move.

"How much silver?"

"Three taels..."

Before the vendor could finish speaking, Ren Qing threw down the silver without haggling, then grabbed the cage and disappeared into the bustling morning market.

The vendor next door couldn't help but ask, "Old Li, didn't this dog of yours seem to have hurt someone a while ago?"

Old Li gave a dry laugh. Ren Qing definitely didn't look like an ordinary person, and it wouldn't be good if it caused any trouble.

He couldn't help but feel regret in his heart.

Ren Qing carried the cage, turning east and west, finally stopping in a quiet alley, and then released the local dog.

On the surface, the local dog bared its teeth, but in fact, it was afraid and wanted to escape.

Then it noticed the man's palm splitting into a hideous mouth, and was immediately so frightened that it fell to the ground, motionless.

Ren Qing threw the local dog into the prison in his stomach.

He took some blood from the bizarre objects of the Divine Foot Sutra, diluted it heavily, and fed it to the local dog, then ignored it.

Although this local dog was relatively intelligent, if it wanted to survive the transformation of the wolf blood, it would probably have to rely on its physical constitution to endure it.

After replenishing a wave of supplies at the morning market, Ren Qing hurried towards the north gate.

After waiting for a while, the team going to Crane Mountain Town began to gather one after another.

The officers and soldiers were already ready to go, wearing light armor and sabers at their waists, even using their spare time to apply copper oil to their weapons.

The scholars participating in the imperial examination appeared uneven.

A small number of them were confident and elated about passing the exam, their clothes neat and bright, and they brought some specialties from Three Xiang City to prepare to return home in glory.

The rest of the scholars were silent, and quite a few of them looked numb.

They had already participated in the imperial examination several times, and their spirit had been worn down.

Moreover, not everyone could withstand the blow of failing the exam, and several people in the city had already jumped into the river to commit suicide in the past few days.

Before leaving, Ren Qing left a letter in the Fire Worker Hall, roughly explaining the situation.

In fact, it was the same to him no matter where he was. Anyway, as long as he was in Xiangxiang, he could enter the Jailer Hall anywhere.

It would not delay the business of the ghost market.

The team heading to Crane Mountain Town consisted of seventy or eighty people.

Originally, there was no need for jailers to escort them, but because of the disappearance of the students in An'nan Town, there was this special exception.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the group slowly set off north along the official road.

The middle-aged military officer patrolled around, then rode his military horse towards the end of the team.

The military officer's name was Qian Yun. He was the only one in the team who knew that a jailer would be traveling with them, so he wanted to say hello to Ren Qing before setting off.

But before he could get close, the jailer suddenly disappeared, and no matter how he looked, he couldn't find him.

Qian Yun opened his mouth, and wisely returned to the front of the team.

Since the other party didn't intend to show up, he didn't dare to disturb him again, so he honestly led the team towards Crane Mountain Town.

Ren Qing didn't deliberately hide, but used the illusion of the Immortal in the Mirror to reduce his sense of presence a little, but he didn't expect the effect to be so good.

This shows that the technique created by that [redacted], who couldn't even peek into the information flow, could indeed completely erase oneself.

If Ren Qing wants to leave Xiangxiang in the future, it is still necessary to obtain the Disaster Elimination Method.

He comfortably lay on the flatbed cart storing supplies, his eyes slightly closed, seemingly resting, but in reality, he was cultivating.

Actively visualizing the Gluttony Method can accelerate digestion and indirectly improve the efficiency of prolonging life.

He plans to gather thirteen years of lifespan, and then advance the Divine Foot Sutra to the next level.

If the Divine Foot Sutra reaches the Ghost Envoy realm, there will be a leap-like improvement, and he will naturally have more confidence in dealing with the Blind Taoist.

While Ren Qing was cultivating with his eyes closed, he paid attention to the surrounding movements. This was the ability of the Gemini Nightmare Demon to multitask.

He didn't even need the team to provide food. The prison in his stomach stored a lot, and he could even fill his stomach by swallowing eyes alone.

Ren Qing quickly became immersed in cultivation, and time passed unconsciously.

During this period, missionaries appeared in the Non-Action Dojo many times. According to their accents, they were almost concentrated in the Crane Mountain Town area, with slightly fewer in An'nan Town.

Moreover, as time went by, the frequency of preaching became higher and higher.

This couldn't help but make him suspect whether someone was deliberately spreading the Dao-Birth Dao, as for the Blind Taoist, he still preferred quality over quantity.

When Ren Qing came back to his senses, the journey was already halfway over.

He belatedly recalled the local dog in the prison in his stomach.

After Ren Qing checked with his consciousness, he was surprised to find that the local dog was still alive and had not died violently from swallowing wolf blood.

Now the local dog had undergone great changes. The original variegated short hair had completely faded, and the newly grown hair was gray and white.

Its eyes were also becoming sharper, and its size had reached more than half a meter, and its appearance was more like a wolf than a dog.

The corners of Ren Qing's mouth twitched. He said that it was an alien transformation, but even the breed had changed.

It felt six or seven points similar to a husky, and its personality became more active, constantly jumping up and down.

Ren Qing temporarily gave up the idea of releasing the husky, fed it some more wolf blood and ignored it, and turned his attention to the outside world.

According to the information marked on the map, they were already approaching Crane Mountain Town, and they only needed to cross three low mountain peaks next.

But trouble followed, because a group of bandits were entrenched in this mountain.

Qian Yun's expression was tense. Generally speaking, a team led by officers and soldiers would not be dared to be robbed by bandits.

But the road was too peaceful, and even sporadic merchants were not seen. Something was wrong.

If something unexpected really happened, he knew that the jailer would not necessarily choose to intervene.

Qian Yun quickly signaled his officers and soldiers to pay more attention to the vicinity, and blow the horn immediately if there was any disturbance.

Under the invisible influence of the officers and soldiers, the scholars also became uneasy.

The atmosphere gradually became heavy.

Qian Yun's premonition was very accurate. Not long after it was dark, twenty or thirty torches suddenly lit up in the distance and were quickly approaching.

Although the officers and soldiers had the advantage in numbers, the scholars were powerless, and injuries and deaths were inevitable in the fight.

Qian Yun did not expect the jailer to take action, and quickly signaled the team to defend in place as much as possible.

The carriages formed a square formation to surround the left and right sides of the team, with officers and soldiers standing in front and behind.

As the torches reached within a hundred meters, the scholars held their breath and were silent, and even a few of them knelt on the ground with weak legs.

Seeing this, Ren Qing sat cross-legged, his expression becoming very strange.

The separated soul was suspended in mid-air, and could clearly observe the bandits.

The leading big boss was more than two meters tall, holding a giant mace and drilling out of the bushes to face the officers and soldiers.

Ren Qing felt that this person was definitely not comparable to ordinary bandits. His body was obviously different, and there seemed to be traces of spells?

Qian Yun said in a deep voice: "I am Qian Yun, the centurion of Crane Mountain Town, but you have to think clearly whether you want to oppose the government!!"

Hearing this, the bandits couldn't help but feel timid, which showed that they were not willing to come here to rob.

The dog-headed strategist was even more pale, with fine sweat on his forehead.

He leaned close to the big boss and said softly: "This matter is not easy to handle, in case the government settles accounts after the autumn..."

"Hehehehehe..."

The big boss let out a strange laugh, then touched his belly like he was pregnant in October, and his eyes greedily swept over everyone in the team.

Like a madman, he grabbed the dog-headed strategist's neck and twisted it into a twist with force.

Fresh blood dripped onto the soil along his palm.

Then the head of the corpse was twisted off, and the big boss's mouth approached the neck to drink it, and many bandits neatly took a half step back.

Qian Yun's expression became serious. He took out a cloth bag filled with silver coins from his arms, and threw it hard.

"If you let us go today, it will be as if nothing happened."

"Hahahaha."

The big boss had a ferocious face. He grabbed the mace and knocked it hard, and the cloth bag turned into pieces, and the silver coins inside fell like raindrops.

The bandits did not dare to pick it up, and stood trembling like minions.

The big boss's intelligence was somewhat lacking, and he said haltingly: "You... leave half, the rest... can go."

"Then there's nothing to talk about, prepare to fight."

Qian Yun pulled out the saber from his waist.

The rest of the officers and soldiers were well-trained and crisscrossed each other.

Qian Yun clamped his legs on the military horse, and went to the big boss at a very fast speed, intending to catch the other party off guard and kill him directly.

But before he could get close, he suddenly heard a dense heartbeat coming from the other party's chest.

The big boss jumped up flexibly, and smashed it with the mace, and Qian Yun was immediately knocked out, and the military horse became a pool of mud.

Ren Qing instantly fell into a moment of trance.

The big boss did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, he showed an exaggerated smile, counting with his fingers, and muttered to himself.

"Oh... oh... oh..."

"I can... find the fairy that mother said... to learn fairy magic..."

Ren Qing knew that he was right, this person had obviously experienced preaching, and did not die under the side effects of the strange immortal magic.

He even really mastered the spell on the bamboo tube.

It seemed that it was clearly his nonsense "Pure Yang Immaculate Method", which was simply outrageous.

The big boss walked towards the team, and the bandits followed slowly behind.

He enjoyed the fearful gazes of everyone, and the dense heartbeat in his body became more and more intense.

Suddenly, the big boss felt confused, because the eyes of the weak officers and soldiers all looked at him behind him.

He subconsciously turned his head, and the mountain was covered with the corpses of bandits, all of whom had been silently pierced through the chest by sharp weapons.

"Ah, how..."

The Dragon Snake Spine flashed past.

The big boss's abdomen produced severe pain, and his belly was cut open.

Thirty-six hearts were almost filled with the body, and the rest of the organs appeared atrophy to varying degrees, which seemed extremely strange.

Ren Qing looked into the distance, there must be a preacher in the mountain village.

And under the influence of the Non-Action Dojo, the spell seemed to have changed.

Thanks to the reward from The Heart of Red Banquet, for love.