"How about it?"

As Si Zang asked the question, five different divination results flashed in the electronic tortoise shell in his hand.

Lin Feng's body showed no abnormalities, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to emit a faint black glow. Approaching him, one could feel the coldness emanating from his body, yet a strange sense of approval arose in Mao Xiaofang and Yi Mei's eyes.

In the context of a Taoist ancestral temple, this would mean that the person before them has achieved some success in their cultivation, but...

"There are no problems for now." Lin Feng smiled and said frankly, "I can say that I have successfully embarked on this path."

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Si Zang became even more curious.

Lin Feng glanced at Mao Xiaofang and Yi Mei, and without hiding anything, frankly said, "Simply put, it's about belief, the Way, and the Law. It's not just the extraordinary power we acquire, but also the driving force of our hearts."

"Hiss, I told you, you really do discover something different." Si Zang immediately jumped up and hooked up with Lin Feng, asking carefully, "Tell me more."

He had read a lot on a regular basis, but it was all just listening and recording. To truly apply it to his own life, he needed more inspiration and practice.

Lin Feng was pulled down to sit by Si Zang, and Mao Xiaofang and Yi Mei also curiously came over.

"I've only realized a little bit..." Looking at the serious group of people, Lin Feng felt a bit more pressure. He sighed silently and explained to them truthfully, "The power of the demon has affected my soul. It's not enough to drive it with just my mind. I need a more effective way to synchronize my soul with the power of the demon."

Si Zang's expression shifted, as if he had recalled something. He quickly calmed himself and listened carefully again.

"That's the situation. I tried to calm it down using methods such as visualization, meridian flow, elixir compression, and frequency synchronization. Although it had some effect, it did not alleviate the negative impact of the demonic power."

As Lin Feng spoke, he recalled Ma Lingguan's words and decided to say in front of these people, "There is the way in the hands, but no way in the heart... No matter which method is used, it is just an application, not a method that I approve of, nor is it the way of demonic power."

"Could it be that you've cultivated demonic arts? No, wait, why is your aura so peaceful?" Si Zang couldn't help but interrupt Lin Feng's story, and immediately laughed awkwardly under the gaze of the others, "Go on, go on."

"Ma Lingguan mentioned cultivating demonic arts..." If he truly cultivated demonic arts, he probably wouldn't need to become an imposter; heavenly lightning would be enough to take him away. Lin Feng nodded slightly in agreement and continued, "The power of demons stirred up my anger, and I was equally restless, just one step away from succumbing to demonic possession..."

But no, he was just short of losing his mind before he became a demon.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and quickened his pace: "I originally thought that the law that Ma Lingguan was talking about referred to the laws of heaven and earth, the rules governing the operation of demonic power... but actually it's neither, it's a kind of... rhythm."

This is the only word he can think of right now.

When his anger reached its peak and was about to erupt, he didn't expect that the demonic power would start to operate along with his mind and body, which made him realize some things that he had overlooked.

With this beginning, he naturally had a direction. Rage was a point of convergence between him and demonic power, and he used it as a starting point to drive his entire mind and body, allowing demonic power to become stable.

He is like the center of a whirlpool, and the demonic power is the swirling water.

Originally, he was just a small fish caught in the whirlpool, barely able to take care of himself.

Of course, this was only a rather rudimentary method. He understood that the method Ma Lingguan spoke of was not limited to this, and he could vaguely sense more opportunities.

Just as he finished his brief description, Si Zang suddenly grabbed his shoulder and shook him excitedly, saying, "Hahaha, that's it! Yes, yes, yes, mind and body in harmony, spirit and flesh in harmony, even knowledge and action in harmony! Goodness, what you did unintentionally is truly enviable!"

"Although it's only a basic use, we actually managed to make this thing!"

Lin Feng's eyes widened little by little. Si Zang's words pointed him in the right direction: "The mind is principle; illuminate heaven and earth with the mind; the law resides within the mind..."

Cultivating the Tao is cultivating the mind!

His Dharma is what his heart desires.

At this moment, he clearly sensed a possible future: if he only cultivated the Dao to become stronger, once he reached the limit, he would pursue something even stronger, thus constantly spending Nightmare Points to exchange for it, and constantly being led by various things.

As long as you have your own method and move forward steadily step by step, it may be slow or not as good as any external "overbearing" cultivation. It is not as good as your body and mind walking straight on a broad road!

With a righteous mind and clear understanding of the principles, one can achieve steady progress and long-term success.

Even amidst raging storms, he will remain focused and undistracted.

Only now has he truly embarked on his own path!

"Master, Senior Uncle!"

Just then, A-Fang's voice suddenly came from the woods. As a frantically rolling body was stopped by the Taoist priest with one eyebrow, A-Fang raised his head, covered in dust, and said, "Master, my senior brother has been captured by many ghosts. Please go and save him."

With a sudden surge of anxiety, Yi Mei completely forgot about his strong birth chart and, grabbing the magical artifact given to him by Si Zang, rushed out in a few steps.

"You know what Yi Mei's disciple is like." Si Zang said to Lin Feng, then threw out a talisman to buff everyone: "Bian Er and the others are hiding ten miles away. There are three of them: one who practices external martial arts and one who is a Tantric shaman."

As he spoke, Si Zang pointed to Yi Mei's back and said, "There happens to be a trace of a Ghost King here. Let his disciple try to lure him out."

Lin Feng nodded; he had already seen the mission notification on the way.

The tasks of eliminating the zombie horde and finding the zombie king are completed; only the tasks of obtaining nightmare points and finding the ghost king remain.

"According to Yimei, it's a water ghost hiding in a deep pool, but 99 hasn't found it yet." Sizang handed over the tablet in his hand and pointed to the location of the dead forest marked on it: "We've already been here. There were about thirty ordinary zombies and one jumping zombie king. If we had gone any later, that guy would have become a flying zombie."

The two ran quickly and heard Ah Hao's cries for help in the distance. Si Zang quickly mentioned, "The Zombie King has a lot of luck and is born from the gathering of Yin energy. He is the core of this place. Once he dies, this withered forest will gradually regain its vitality."

"Hmm!" Lin Feng understood, as did the Ghost King, which was why they hadn't completed their mission in Dafang Village.

The three of them quickly followed the sound. A-Fang limped up from behind, but was stopped by Si-Zang behind a tree after only a few steps.

In the center of an open area in the forest, there was a deep, pitch-black pool. Water ghosts with wet heads emerged halfway out of the water in the moonlight and silently approached Ah Hao, who had disappeared into the water.

Tiny ripples spread from Ah Hao's feet. The butcher's knife swept across the water ghosts behind him, faintly revealing streaks of red light, forcing them away.

Seeing this, the One-Eyebrow Taoist hurriedly grabbed the Bagua Mirror, drew a circle in the sky, absorbed a large amount of moonlight, and then pointed it in Ah Hao's direction, clearing out a blank area.

"Commander, a total of 234 ghosts have been discovered, 98 of which have physical forms," ​​came the cool voice of Ironclad 99.

"Drowning ghost" "Water monkey"

Two different ghostly figures then turned their gaze to the center of the deep pool, where a pair of strikingly conspicuous, strangely twisted arms emerged from the water.

"Deep Pool Water Ghost: A drunken Taoist priest accidentally drowned in a deep pool. His resentment lingered, and he hated the injustice of heaven, causing havoc in the area."

"Huh, it's a really powerful water ghost!" Si Zang stroked his chin, holding the electronic tortoise shell in his hand, and quietly asked Lin Feng, "Suibian, why don't you give it a try?"

Lin Feng was about to get up when Si Zang suddenly grabbed his arm: "Xiao Fang, why don't you go and try it out? We'll back you up."

"Uh..." Mao Xiaofang, who was enjoying the show, was kicked away. He hadn't taken more than a few steps when all the pairs of bulging white eyes in the pool turned to look at him.

After letting out a helpless sigh, Mao Xiaofang took out the Nine-Turn Thunderstruck Peach Wood Sword, and with a flick of his finger, a bolt of lightning immediately crackled and sparked.

Upon hearing the sound, Yi Mei turned around and immediately tensed up. He knew that water conducts electricity: "Master Mao!"

"It's alright, I'll get him out of here first!" Mao Xiaofang pointed, and the peach wood sword, filled with the aura of thunder, pierced out.

But in the blink of an eye, a stream of black water flew out of the pool and landed on the peach wood sword first.

The crackling lightning vanished in an instant, and just as Mao Xiaofang was about to use it again, an extremely cold ghost hand reached out from the water and grabbed at his feet.

call!

A cold wind blew past their ears, and in an instant the moonlight in the sky dimmed, casting a gloomy curtain that obscured Ah Hao in the pool.

"Ghostland!"

Lin Feng stepped out of the woods, but before he could rush forward a few steps, Mao Xiaofang and Yi Mei had both disappeared from his sight.

"Four Treasures!"

Just as Lin Feng was about to turn around, a mist rose before his eyes, and a damp, cold feeling pulled at his body. Suddenly, he stepped into a desolate wasteland where the sun and moon had no light.

The wasteland was dotted with countless pits, like dug graves, some vertical and some slanted.

Looking around, the wasteland was dozens of times larger than the pool. There was no one around and no landmarks. The water plants were wet and sprawled on the ground, flowing into the surrounding pits.

Touching his unusually cold nose, Lin Feng's hand was covered with a layer of opaque water droplets, sticky and extremely uncomfortable.