On top of the tiger, there was a human figure, riding a tiger and holding a knife, his eyes like lightning, and with just one slash, the yin energy in the courtyard was instantly split apart, the fierce knife light and the tiger roar scattered and intertwined, and a murderous aura was as tangible as a substance.

Boom!

A shrill scream was heard.

Everyone looked stunned. After a loud bang, the evil spirit in the courtyard disappeared.

The moonlight is like water and the stars are like buckets.

The shadow of the man riding a tiger and holding a knife flew into the fangs above the door, and disappeared after a flash of light.

The tiger's fangs moved without wind, and finally calmed down.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned for a long time.

The next day.

Li Qinglin found a bun shop outside Gao's mansion. While eating buns, he asked the people who were having breakfast whether anything happened in Gao's mansion last night.

The tiger's fang contained a drop of Li Qinglin's precious blood.

As he swallowed the Yunshen Daoji Pill, Li Qinglin felt that his soul was growing bigger and bigger, to the point where he could even hide a trace of his soul in his blood and manifest his martial arts will.

But there are still many limitations, such as having to rely on objects, and the more spiritual the object, the better.

Moreover, the retention time is relatively short. As time goes by, it can only last for half a month at most.

Furthermore, if the divine will is aroused, its power will be quickly exhausted and it will be reduced to mortal blood.

"Restoring the spirit, resting the spirit, am I resting the spirit in another sense now?"

"It's just that my spirit and soul are growing too fast, and I feel a little frivolous and my foundation is not solid. The scripture that the long-browed Taoist is reciting seems to be an immortal scripture? Can I borrow it to have a look..."

After hearing the gossip from my dinner friends, I realized that something was indeed unusual in Gao’s residence yesterday.

First there was a strong wind, then there were dark clouds, and finally there were the roaring of a tiger and a magical weapon with a sword.

Li Qinglin nodded silently, paid for the meal, and knocked on Gao's door.

Unexpectedly, everyone in Gao's mansion seemed to have been waiting for Li Qinglin for a long time.

Gao Jingshu came to greet me in person. She had not slept the whole night before and looked haggard and pitiful.

As soon as Li Qinglin entered the room, he saw Gao Kuo, naked from the waist up, half-kneeling in front of him, with thorns on his back.

"Yesterday, I was blind and neglected Li Tixing! Please forgive me!"

Li Qinglin was about to speak.

Then Gao Juren also looked apologetic and bowed to Li Qinglin, "My dear nephew, I left this treasure to ward off evil spirits yesterday. Otherwise, my whole family would have been at the hands of that evil spirit. Please accept my respect!"

Li Qinglin naturally did not want to accept this courtesy, so he helped Gao Juren up and signaled Gao Kuo to stand up.

Gao Juren lowered his voice and asked in Li Qinglin's ear,

"My dear nephew, I wonder if the evil spirit has been killed? I have a vague feeling that the evil spirit is being nurtured by someone behind the scenes. Since someone has taken action, we must kill him without mercy!"

Li Qinglin nodded and looked at the tiger tooth hanging in front of the door.

He was also vaguely aware of the Tiger Fang's divine manifestation last night, but it seemed that the evil spirit was only forced back, and not completely killed.

The altar in the courtyard had long been dismantled.

But the Taoist with long eyebrows might have been seriously injured, and he is still not conscious and is lying in the arms of a boy.

Li Qinglin saw this and said in a gloomy tone,

"Master, you have worked hard and made great contributions, but you have been attacked by evil spirits. Why don't you come to my Criminal Division to recuperate for a while?"

"No, no."

The Taoist with long eyebrows suddenly opened his eyes, slowly sat up, and smiled awkwardly.

He had been chanting the Huangting Sutra for many years, and his spirit and soul were different from those of ordinary people. In fact, he had woken up a long time ago, and even squinted his eyes and saw the shadow of Hu Ya's appearance last night.

But he felt ashamed and didn't dare to face everyone.

Now that Li Qinglin had revealed his true identity, he could no longer pretend.

"Master, please tell me everything that happened yesterday. Don't hide anything." Li Qinglin said.

The Taoist with long eyebrows pondered for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and told him everything, from Gao Li giving him extra money to the appearance of the blood-haired, red-eyed ghost.

"He is about ten feet tall, with bloodshot hair and red eyes, and his hands are holding a white skull..."

Listening to the evil appearance, Li Qinglin vaguely thought of something.

Such a Li Qinglin had already become a Wuxia A'mon, reading many ancient books, and even eavesdropping on Ming Jingzi's sermons with Jade Yuanchan.

This ghost is somewhat similar to the skull god recorded in "Huhai News Yijian Xuzhi" that was popular in southern Xinjiang during the Dajie period.

The ghosts that come here to be raised are made of children under ten years old.

There are evil people who kidnap and sell young children, and then force vinegar into their mouths from head to toe every day. All their joints and veins are nailed shut, which is extremely cruel.

After he dies, his bones are collected and his soul is scooped up. He can come and go without a trace and can report things by your ear. He is called the Skull God.

However, this refining method was too cruel and was targeted by Da Jie. Even the immortal cultivator who created this method was killed.

To this day, no one knows who has inherited the evil magic, or who has picked up some magical weapon...

Thinking of this, Li Qinglin's eyes turned cold. Even without seeing it with his own eyes, he could still see an evil spirit leaving Gao's house and floating in a certain direction.

When Gao Juren heard that Gao Li actually wanted to add money to "make trouble" for his old bones, he immediately flew into a rage, and bloodshot instantly appeared in his eyes. "Come here, tie up this rebellious son! Flog him thirty feet, take back his pawnshop, strip him naked, and kick him out of the house!"

It was obvious that Gao Juren was really angry.

Gao Li wanted to struggle, but was grabbed by Gao Kuo.

Seeing this farce, a boy was smart and immediately said,

"Everyone, my immortal master was defeated by the evil spirits and his magic power was broken. He must return to the temple to meditate immediately. If there is anything else, we can talk about it another day."

Upon hearing this, Taoist Changmei reacted immediately and tried to leave.

Holding him high up made people tired, so he waved goodbye and didn't want to keep him any longer.

So a group of young strong men packed up their belongings, carried the Taoist priest with long eyebrows and rushed out of the door.

Li Qinglin took off the tiger's fang, smeared it with blood again, and declined Gao Juren's request to host a banquet for him, saying that the fang did not need to be wiped and should be hung in front of the door.

This time, no one in the mansion, including Gao Juren, showed any contempt anymore.

Gao Juren took the tiger's fang very cautiously and bowed his head for a long time.

Gao Jingshu stood in front of the door, her bun was adorned with a silver pearl hairpin, her plain dress with wide sleeves could not hide the proud undulating mountains.

She stared at Li Qinglin's back and did not come back to her senses for a long time.

Seeing this, the maid beside her asked softly,

"Young lady is really insightful. If you hadn't issued the admission ticket to help Mr. Li that day, perhaps today..."

Gao Jingshu didn't say anything.

If at the beginning, she really intended to get to know Junjie in advance and invest in the future.

But after these months of contact, I gradually became familiar with Li Qinglin.

Until last night, she was alone, standing in a thick and gloomy atmosphere.

The blood-haired and red-eyed ghost appeared in front of him, but then a figure came riding a tiger and holding a knife.

The light of the knife was like the light of dawn that split the darkness in her heart.

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She was vaguely confused about her own feelings.

Her heart was in turmoil.

…

Out of the inner city.

The Taoist boys seemed to be lifted by the breeze and ran for dozens of miles without taking a breath. Even the horses on the street could not catch up with them.

When the Taoist priest Changmei saw that Gao Mansion was no longer visible, he immediately became lively again and urged him to

"I will go back and meditate! I will leave the city overnight and go to the neighboring Luoshui County to avoid the limelight. If anyone comes to look for me, just say I'm not here!"

The Taoist children and strong men all agreed.

Thinking back to the spirit riding a tiger and holding a knife last night, Taoist Changmei shuddered.

He had also met many masters of spiritual cultivation, but few of them had such a method, which was so mysterious that they were almost immortal! "Li Qinglin? How could this guy's spiritual power be so strong? I'm afraid he is not weak even when he is cultivating his spirit!

But judging from his blood and energy, he is still a warrior who has locked his essence! Weird, weird, weird!"

Seeing that they were getting farther and farther away from Gao Mansion.

Taoist Changmei felt relieved a little, turned around, and saw a man wearing a round-necked robe with a python pattern and holding a knife walking on the side of the road.

This person's steps were not big, but each step was ten feet long, and he came over calmly and easily.

Li Qinglin smiled lightly and nodded.

Taoist Changmei stopped suddenly as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. Finally, he walked up to Li Qinglin as if he had lost his temper, and bowed, saying,

"I wonder what instructions Li Tixing has for you?"

Li Qinglin glanced at him and asked, "Excuse me, Taoist priest, where did you practice in the immortal mountain?"

Taoist Changmei did not dare to hide it, and said: "I don't have such an opportunity, I just received the inheritance of an immortal in my early years."

According to Taoist Changmei, the immortal he was talking about came from Tanzheling under the three mountains of Qingshitan. She called herself Taoist Nun Suyun, but was ambushed by her fellow disciple. She escaped but was still seriously injured and died in the wilderness.

The three mountains of Qingshitan are Qingxu Ridge, Shiguang Ridge and Tanzhe Ridge. They are all fairy mountains that are not accessible to ordinary people. There are foundation-building cultivators practicing in the mountains.

Li Qinglin remembered that the master of the pair of bright mirrors seemed to be from Qingxu Ridge, a disciple of a master named Chunji.

It seems that the Taoist nun Suyun and the great monk Chunji are some kind of casual or unrestrained cultivators.

However, they also set up their own factions and formed alliances with each other, collectively known as the Three Mountains of Qingshitan.

Li Qinglin glanced at the Taoist with long eyebrows. This person didn't know the secret that immortals and martial arts cannot be practiced at the same time. He also felt a little regretful that he had not obtained the immortal cultivation method, otherwise he would have started practicing immortality long ago.

However, he did not know that fortune and misfortune often lie beneath the surface, and misfortune often lies beneath the surface. Once he obtained the method of cultivating immortals, the realms of martial arts and immortality would be locked together, and he would no longer have any hope of practicing.

"I have always been eager to become an immortal. I wonder if I could read the Taoist's book 'Shang Dong Yun Ji Hun Shen Zhu Shu'."

When Taoist Changmei heard this, his smile was uglier than crying.

Now he is at the mercy of others, so how can he refuse?

He could only comfort himself by considering it as the price for buying his life last night. He called a boy to bring paper and pen, used the strong man's broad back as a seat, and started writing.

After a moment, nearly a thousand seal characters appeared on the paper.

Li Qinglin took the scripture and looked at it carefully.

"The so-called God is bright because of God. Therefore, the three lights are in the sky and all things are bright; the hundred gods are in oneself and the five elements are prosperous..."

Li Qinglin recited the previous paragraph carefully and silently, and indeed he felt a sense of relief and clarity of mind.

This book, "Shangdong Yunji Hunshen Zhushu", is not a method of cultivating immortals, nor is it a spell, but it is some kind of immortal secret technique that is closer to the great principles.

In Li Qinglin's view, it is extremely precious.

"Please don't leave the city or the temple for the next few days. I will inevitably encounter some confusions when reciting Huang Ting, so I may come to visit your temple."

When Taoist Changmei heard this, he was stunned. He knew very well the meaning of Li Qinglin's words.

So he silently took the paper from Li Qinglin and picked up the pen to modify a few lines of handwriting.

"Anything else?" Li Qinglin was not annoyed at all, but continued to ask meaningfully.

"That's it, not a single word is missing!"

Li Qinglin nodded, put it in his arms carefully, and suddenly asked curiously, "Every time you go out, you bring so many boys and girls with you to set up altars and pray. Can you really invite gods?"

Hearing this, the Taoist with long eyebrows coughed awkwardly and said, "Not really, but for cultivators like me, the bigger the ceremony and the more people we have, the more professional we appear. Some things are not worth solving all at once.

The rich people in the city like this. When they see that you are alone, they think you are shabby."

Hearing this, Li Qinglin laughed and shook his head, then headed towards the direction of the evil spirit left by the blood-haired ghost.

Looking at Li Qinglin's departing back.

Taoist Changmei looked around and suddenly felt a little sad.

So he sullenly told the Taoist children and strong men, "Let's go back to the temple and cancel this month's rituals. Fortunately, we have earned a hundred taels of silver on this trip."

A Taoist boy heard this and said hesitantly,

"Master, I left in a hurry just now and forgot to take the silver..."

(End of this chapter)