The image of the man in black is still engraved in my mind and cannot be erased.

He was wearing a black crane cloak and a bamboo hat, so his face could not be seen clearly.

Mysterious and powerful.

Even with Chen Bufan's current level of cultivation at the second level of Nourishing the Spirit, he couldn't help but feel awe when he recalled that day.

That person... is a god! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch his heart.

"The Dao Palace hides the divine notes, the heart scroll..."

Chen Bufan murmured silently.

After practicing the Dao Palace's Cang Shen Zhu and entering the realm of nourishing the spirit.

He could vaguely sense that he was not the only one in this world who practiced this technique.

He seemed to be able to establish some kind of connection with other people, and even became greedy and wanted to kill them and seize another part of their skills.

At the beginning, there were seventeen auras.

But in recent years, perhaps by accident, or perhaps because some of the Seventeen Auras have been hunting each other.

To this day, there are only three left, including him.

He looked up, seeing the distant sky full of stars, and then looked in the direction of Huainan Prefecture.

There, there was an aura of deep malice and covetousness, and it was also looking in the direction of Luoshui County.

"Let's go and have a look."

Chen Bufan just felt that these were the gears of fate, which would rotate and overlap sooner or later.

There is no way to escape it, and we cannot avoid it.

Everything is His mission, right? Chen Bufan thought silently.

"But...what should I do with my fish stall? After all, I spent more than ten taels of silver to run it..."

Chen Bufan is used to living frugally and can't stand waste.

Bang! Just thinking about it.

A big man in shorts and with a grim smile on his face suddenly pushed the door open.

A dagger was inserted directly in front of Chen Bufan.

"It's so late, and there's still a fat sheep? Come back to the water village with grandpa, we just happen to be short of a cook!"

Seeing this, Chen Bufan sighed, feeling somewhat helpless, "I thought he was here to buy fish. What a pity. You know, it's getting more and more difficult to deal with corpses recently. This man has blood obstruction in his left ribs, and it's obvious that he has a hidden injury.

After I killed it with one strike, I cut up its body parts, hid them in a fish basket, rowed the boat into the lake, and then wrapped them with rocks and threw them into the bottom of the lake. It would take at least an hour in total. If I was any later, I would miss the armored car mud dragon tonight."

"Wait, water stronghold? Could it be that he is a pirate with iron chains across the river in the 28-li Yangtze and Huaihe River?

I heard that there is a treasure boat that can travel a thousand miles a day in the iron chain across the river. It will take at most half a month to reach the provincial capital."

Thinking of this, Chen Bufan immediately raised his hands, revealing a terrified expression, and said to the man in front of him with a trembling voice, "Sir, please spare my life. I will follow you right away!"

That night, it suddenly rained heavily, and the weather turned into wind and thunder.

A strong smell of blood came from the lake twenty-eight miles away from the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers. It did not dissipate even after the night rain washed it away, and spread over an area of ​​dozens of miles.

Iron chains were placed across the river, and overnight, no one was left alive, but the gold, silver and treasures remained intact.

Only one treasure ship mysteriously disappeared.

At the same time, in the fish market of Luoshui County, a fishmonger named Chen Bufan also disappeared.

But no one cared except a few familiar fishermen.

…

"When I came down the mountain, I clearly spent three spirit stones to have someone divine the weather. It was predicted that the weather would be clear and sunny in the next half month. Why is it that it has been raining non-stop since I came down the mountain?"

Li Qinglin cursed and used the Dust Removal Technique to remove all the mud on his body.

He found that he seemed unable to get along with the thunder, lightning and rain.

It rains wherever I go.

This time it’s even weirder, there’s actually an earthquake!

Yesterday an earthquake woke him up from the treetops, and he saw birds and beasts all over the place startled, smoke and dust rising in all directions, which led to the heavy rain in the past few days.

"Look at the direction, it's this way."

Li Qinglin squinted his eyes and looked in a certain direction.

The Daogongzangshenzhu that he spread was regarded as a deity by all practitioners who visualized him.

Therefore, he could clearly sense the direction and status of the warriors who were practicing "Daogong Cangshen Zhu".

The atmosphere of heaven and earth is out of sync, and suddenly something unusual and strange happens.

It is beyond common sense, it is neither a demon nor a monster nor a beast nor a ghost, but a very rare thing.

Even in the world of immortal cultivation, it is a relatively special existence.

Li Qinglin couldn't help but feel curious and walked slowly in a certain direction.

Just think of it as a way to temper your state of mind and prepare in advance for the opportunity to build your foundation in the near future.

Li Qinglin secretly returned to Feng County. In the busy city, he saw Li Xianshi, Li Qingqing and others from a distance of a hundred feet.

After seeing that everyone was safe and sound, he left without showing up.

There is a difference between immortals and mortals. Before one has completely achieved freedom, too much contact will only bring disaster.

It was a rainy night three days later.

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On Weiyu Mountain, which is the border between Fuyu County and Luoshui County, Li Qinglin was walking on the mountain path with an umbrella.

The immortal cultivation sect based in Fu Yu County is called Wuzhuang Chanhe Temple. It is a sect that uses puppets and mechanisms. It is rumored that the sect even has a fourth-level puppet that is comparable to Yuanying Zhenjun.

The disciples of Wuzhuang Chanhe Temple are also a little neurotic.

They like to use puppets to deceive people all day long, and their real bodies are mixed among dozens of puppets. Perhaps even they themselves can't tell who is the puppet and who is themselves.

He often ambushes and intercepts passing immortal cultivators, not to kill or steal treasures, but just for fun.

Li Qinglin avoided Fu Yu County as far as possible and tried his best to avoid contact with the monks from Wuzhuang Chanhe Temple.

The mountain road is muddy.

This Weiyu Mountain is naturally not the famous paradise with the title of "Kongming Heaven" as stated in the legend.

Instead, there was a general named Wei Yu, whose tomb was buried here, so the mountain was named Wei Yu Mountain.

The mountain is not too big, not as big as the Dahuang Mountain outside Fengxian County, which only covers an area of ​​about ten miles.

After leaving the three mountains of Qingshitan, all that came and went were mortals and warriors.

Although the concentration of spiritual energy was thin, Li Qinglin gradually adapted to it after spending several days. Even his temperament became lazy due to the continuous rain.

Once it rains, he always likes to slow down when walking, because on rainy days he can clearly see the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, and touch all things on the earth with the sound of rain.

Feel the operation of nature and experience the changes of wind, thunder, rain and lightning.

This was an experience he had rarely had in his thirty years of life.

There are no enemies chasing after you, no immortals who regard warriors as sacrifices, and no cultivators fighting to the death for the chance to build their foundation.

Only himself.

It was the same at this moment. The rain had been falling since before nightfall, and Li Qinglin had been walking slowly for such a long time.

It seems that the steps are slow and leisurely, but one step is often dozens of feet away.

Many mortals who went into the mountains to open up new land mistook it for a ghost and became terrified.

From a distance, Li Qinglin saw a house.

As I got closer, I smelled a hint of sandalwood, and then looked at the furnishings inside. It turned out to be a mountain temple.

only……

A gleam of light flashed across the bottom of Li Qinglin's pupils, and the statues enshrined in the mountain temple on the opposite hill were also clearly visible.

The deity enshrined in the temple is not a certain deity that has long lost its charm and was toppled during the Dajie period.

It was a mechanical puppet of Wuzhuang Canhe Temple.

[Gods of War Thirty-Six: Painful Bloody Body]

This puppet is elongated and twisted, its body made up of countless tiny metal lines, like an intricate net, emitting a faint blue fluorescence.

The metal lines are melting and wriggling, like a candle burning in high temperature.

The night wind blew in from the temple gate, and the puppet seemed to come alive. Its sturdy claws and the prayer flags on the altar pierced through the layers of incense, making a rumbling sound.

"It's clearly just a dead object, without even any formation talismans. How can it be so lifelike with just mechanical creations?"

Seeing this, Li Qinglin was deeply moved.

At this time, except Li Qinglin.

There was a group of people traveling under the stars, who pushed open the temple door, and it seemed that they were going to spend the night in Weiyu Mountain.

(End of this chapter)