The Secret Way of Immortality

Ren Qing exerted his strength to push through the crowd, quickly reaching the front.

They were currently on the north side of Crane Mountain, where the surrounding mountains blocked the sunlight, resulting in sparse vegetation.

A giant mountain god statue was carved into the mountainside, a feat that would have taken decades, if not centuries.

An elderly, frail man was helped out of the crowd, and he walked to the edge of the mountain ridge, tapping the dragon-head scepter in his hand.

The previously noisy scene instantly fell silent.

Ren Qing narrowed his eyes.

Could this person be a preacher? I'll make a note of it first.

The old man coughed for a moment before slowly saying, "This year, many disasters have arisen for no reason, so we have decided to hold a sacrifice to the gods in three days."

"Bring the mountain god's whisk."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of gongs and drums rang out, and then many strong young men came to the giant mountain god statue.

They began to dig up the rubble at the foot of the mountain god statue with their bare hands, and even though their palms were cut with some wounds, they still didn't stop.

After some of the rubble was cleared away, Ren Qing noticed that the base of the giant mountain god statue was a bit strange, and the more he looked at it, the less it looked like it was formed naturally.

The material of the base was similar to marble, but the texture was not black and gray, but a dark red similar to solidified blood.

And it was covered with writing, all recording individual names.

It was somewhat similar to a merit碑 in a temple, where monks inscribed the names of believers who donated money on the stone tablet in order to seek the Buddha's blessing.

Then the carriage brought the smaller mountain god statue over.

The craftsmen followed behind the carriage, and they used hammers and chisels to strike the face of the statue, intending to carve out its appearance in a short time.

Fortunately, the area involved was not large, so it didn't take too much time.

The young men were still digging up the rubble, and even if they were weakened by too much bleeding, they would at most be replaced by someone else to continue.

Immediately afterwards, the wealthy merchants and large households in Crane Mountain Town arrived late, and most of the names on the base were obtained by their donations.

Ren Qing's eyes fell on the small mountain god statue, and after hesitating for a moment, he kicked a piece of rubble over, and they collided with a crisp sound.

Unexpectedly, the stone layer of the mountain god statue was less solid than expected, indicating that it was not completely solid, and there might even be people hidden inside.

Could it be that the so-called invitation of the gods is actually inviting preachers?

Ren Qing did not act rashly.

Around dusk, when the setting sun briefly shone on the mountain ridge, the carving of the face was almost completed.

The excavation of the rubble had also ended long ago, and the young men began to bandage their wounds.

They would receive a generous sum of money from the wealthy merchants, which was considered to be cleaning the dust for the base on behalf of the latter.

Since the key moment had arrived, naturally there would be jailers stationed.

Ren Qing did indeed discover the figures of several probationary jailers through his double pupils, and they stood undisguised on the eaves or branches.

This made Ren Qing even more convinced of his previous guess.

The Wuwu Sect's base should be in the surrounding mountain villages, and they would be constrained in the city, although there were not many people to preach to.

The residents tied up the mountain god statue with ropes, and dozens of people stood on the mountain ridge.

They shouted slogans in unison, and the mountain god statue was gradually pulled to the most central position, and deafening cheers came from the crowd.

Then the residents began to set up the altar.

The crowd left one after another, and the preparations would take at least three days, and then they would sacrifice to the mountain god and pray for a good harvest.

No one noticed that the small mountain god statue had undergone some changes, and its stony eyes revealed a strange fanaticism.

A familiar voice then sounded in Ren Qing's ears.

"Dao gives birth to Dao, Wuwu Sect..."

Ren Qing let his split soul enter the Wuwu Dojo.

There were hundreds of people sitting on the futon, and in the center was a Taoist boy with bulging eyes.

Seeing that it was not the Immortal Master, Ren Qing did not intend to startle the snake.

He needed the Wuwu Sect to relax their vigilance, and it was best to make this pool of water turbid, otherwise he would have to fight head-on.

In a sense, the two were grasshoppers on the same rope.

They both didn't want the Jailer Hall to intervene in the Wuwu Dojo, but there were conflicts of interest between them, so it depended on who couldn't hold back their temper.

Ren Qing's main body walked towards the inn, with a cold smile on his face.

For hunters, how to attract wild animals is a problem, in addition to using food to set traps, in fact, making wild animals feel afraid will naturally lead to throwing rats and avoiding hitting the porcelain.

What is the Wuwu Sect most afraid of, undoubtedly being detected by the Jailer Hall.

Ren Qing planned to use this to test the Wuwu Sect's arrangement in Crane Mountain Town, and it would be best to catch them all in one go.

He returned to the inn and rested, and didn't open his eyes until late at night.

The Wuwu Dojo had already ended, but the Taoist boy did not pass on the fabricated spells, and the methods were more like testing.

Then Ren Qing carefully slipped out of the inn window, and then quietly touched the location of the Crane Mountain Town Yamen.

More than a dozen constables patrolled the Yamen, and only the Fire Worker Hall was still emitting wisps of white smoke, indicating that it was burning corpses.

Ren Qing's goal was naturally not the Yamen servants.

Mirror Flower, Water Moon was used, and his figure merged into the moonlight, vaguely invisible in the dark night.

He mainly didn't want to be exposed to the jailers, and the rest of the Yamen servants were harmless, and at worst he would use Twin Nightmare Demons to modify his memory.

Ren Qing searched around and finally stopped near the corner of the Yamen.

This was the prison for detaining prisoners, and the internal structure was not much different from Sanxiang City, all extending downwards to the ground.

Ren Qing could feel that there must be jailers nearby, probably not in the prison, but seeing this, he didn't intend to go in.

Dragon Snake Spine directly drilled into the soil, and soon found the place where the prisoners were detained, and there were dozens of people inside.

Ren Qing's plan was very simple.

Since he was the Great Dao Official of the Wuwu Dojo, he must also be able to preach, and even be able to enlighten ordinary people into Dao Officials.

If there was suddenly an uncontrolled preacher in the Crane Mountain Town area.

The Wuwu Sect would definitely quickly solve the preacher, otherwise if the Jailer Hall was alarmed, it was likely to pull out the radish and bring out the mud.

Ren Qing planned to find a suitable candidate from these prisoners, and take advantage of the opportunity to sacrifice to the mountain god to stimulate the Wuwu Sect.

Dragon Snake Spine, through the attached split soul, quickly selected a prisoner who had been imprisoned for many years.

This person's acts of wrongdoing were more serious, but not to the point of beheading in the vegetable market, so he was imprisoned indefinitely as if forgotten.

The Yamen servants would not usually count the number of people, after all, there was only one entrance and exit to the prison, and it was basically impossible to escape.

Even if the Yamen noticed, it was estimated that Ren Qing had already achieved his goal.

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Ren Qing left the Yamen, and incidentally his split soul entered the prison in his abdomen.

The old prisoner looked to be nearly seventy years old, having been imprisoned for at least several decades, resulting in the degeneration of various functions of his body.

However, what Ren Qing wanted was this kind of person who had no contact with the outside world, so as to avoid accidents.

The old prisoner suddenly felt the long-lost light, and he opened his eyes vaguely, his expression becoming extremely stunned.

Who would have thought that after waking up, the environment he was in had changed drastically.

The surrounding walls were all pieced together from flesh and blood, and would wriggle from time to time, and he could still feel residual warmth when he placed his hand on the ground.

The old prisoner pinched his temples in disbelief, and after a moment he reacted: "This is Avici Hell..."

He had spent twenty years in the prison, and had almost forgotten why he was imprisoned in the first place, and death was not much different from liberation.

A figure walked out of the wall.

Just as the old prisoner wanted to ask, he only felt his head dizzy and fell to the ground.

[Wang Er]

[Age: Forty-eight]

[Lifespan: Three years]

Ren Qing did not hesitate to use Dream Inception.

Wang Er's dream was extremely fragmented, because most of the time he was in a dark prison, and his memory was even inferior to that of a six or seven-year-old child.

In this way, it was easier to tamper with.

Ren Qing did not make too many changes, but blurred the experience in the prison, anyway, he was a dying tool person.

The split soul closed its eyes and silently recited: "Dao gives birth to Dao, Wuwu Dao..."

He vaguely came to the Wuwu Dojo.

Ren Qing was not in a hurry to pull Wang Er's consciousness in, but first wiped off the landscape on the Taoist robe, turning it into the ordinary clothes of a seeker.

After a moment, some figures appeared in front of Ren Qing.

Wang Er's consciousness then entered the dojo.

Under the influence of the Wuwu Dojo, the old prisoner's head was filled with fanaticism.

Ren Qing's expression was extremely strange, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

What he didn't expect was that, in addition to the expected Wang Er, the three alien wolves and the husky also came in.

They were wearing ill-fitting Taoist robes, like animals in an opera garden.

The husky howled, and then jumped up and down in the dojo excitedly.

He even wanted to hit the wall with his head, showing the nature of dismantling his home to the fullest.

The veins on Ren Qing's forehead bulged.

Then he forcibly pressed the husky on the futon, and the three alien wolves seemed very well-behaved and sat up on their own.

Ren Qing ignored the husky's strange wolf cavity, and then looked at the old prisoner, his eyes slightly glowing, at this moment like an immortal god.

Wang Er grabbed the ground with his head and called out heart-wrenchingly: "Dao gives birth to Dao, Wuwu Dao..."

"Are you willing to become a Dao Official?"

"Willing!! Willing!!"

Ren Qing put his right hand on Wang Er's forehead, the landscape on the Taoist robe dimmed a little, and the colorful Dao rhyme merged into the other's body.

Wang Er's gray robe turned pure white.

And Ren Qing's Dao rhyme did not decrease much, and Dao gave birth to Dao did not become incomplete again because of this.

In the prison in his abdomen, Wang Er's main body was still in a coma, and he had no idea that he had become a Dao Official.

As long as Ren Qing wanted to, he could let Wang Er show the ability of a preacher at any time.

In this way, everything was ready.

Ren Qing then looked at the three wolf dogs, and secretly pondered in his heart.

He knew that the Wuwu Dojo could fabricate spells, but such spells could not be promoted, and their potential was extremely limited.

Ren Qing would naturally not try to cultivate, but what if he let the beasts master it?

Even if the meat becomes more delicious, it can be used as a reserve grain, in fact, it is really good to think about it.

He picked up the bamboo slips on the wooden table and flipped through them, it seemed that there was nothing suitable, so let's try to create a spell suitable for wolf dogs first.

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