Hong Li received all the souls sent back by his disciples into his own Soul Banner. Suddenly, he felt his eyelids twitching and he became dizzy.

"I can't go to my little sister's place today. I feel weak all over."

This thought occurred to Hong Li before he felt dizzy.

After searching Hong Li's soul, Shen Lian discovered something interesting.

This force seeking the way of heaven is quite mysterious. There is actually a single line of communication between the small leader Hong Li and the leader of the sect.

Hong Li had no way to find the leader of the altar and could only wait for the leader to come to him.

From this perspective, Qiutiandao's organizational structure is quite cautious.

Shen Lian sighed. He had to quickly get his Butian Sect started. All the people who wanted to grab the business had come. If he didn’t work hard, he might not be a good kid in the eyes of the rules of heaven and earth.

There are still smart people in the world of immortal cultivation.

The person behind Qiu Tiandao chose a very good place. The area was in chaos, demons were rampant, and fighting had become commonplace.

Every death of a cultivator is an achievement for Seeking Heavenly Dao.

This is the same principle as opening a business and doing business.

He can do this place too.

Seeing that the performance environment here was so good, Shen Lian immediately decided to stay for a while to see if he could achieve some results.

As for the organization Qiutiandao, he was curious about how they could reincarnate the residual souls. He had wanted to reincarnate the residual souls before, but the residual souls were not very friendly to him. Not only did they refuse to reincarnate, they also killed themselves.

As a small leader at the lowest level, Hong Li does not have the ability to purify residual souls. His role is to collect the residual souls between heaven and earth, and then wait for the leader of the altar to come and take away the residual souls every once in a while.

Since there are many demon cultivators, many of whom cultivate evil spirits, and many of whom cultivate yin energy in this area, the number of residual souls in the mountains and fields is increasing day by day. You only need to wait in a few places without searching across mountains and ridges. You can harvest a considerable number of residual souls every once in a while.

Having missed the opportunity to gain merit from the demon cultivator in the wilderness before, Shen Lian will not miss this opportunity to seek the way from heaven this time.

He just wanted to learn a little bit.

However, in Hong Li's memory, the time of arrival of his previous altar master was not fixed, and he had no means to contact the altar master, so he could only wait passively for the call.

In order to learn from them, Shen Lian hid near Hong Li's branch, preparing to wait and see for a few months.

Of course, he did not just sit there doing nothing. Since he had decided to expand the Butian Sect, he, as the sect leader, naturally had to select the monks himself.

There are dozens of Jindan sects in the nearby area, and hundreds of Jindan real people. It would be easy to capture them by just selecting a few Butian sect members.

Soon, Shen Lian set his sights on a Jindan sect called Sanlin Temple.

This Jindan sect has a very good reputation in the vicinity. Every year, disciples go out to fight demons and defend the way of Taoism, and they are praised and respected by many cultivators.

The demon cultivators in the nearby area killed people like crazy, but the sect that sent disciples out from generation to generation to fight demons and defend the way of righteousness should not be too far behind.

Therefore, Shen Lian set his target on the abbot of Sanlin Temple, Master Fu Ding.

Zhenren Fu Ding, a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, is a rare cultivator with thunder spiritual roots in the world of immortal cultivation. The Three Lins Orthodox Thunder Method he practices is the nemesis of evil demons and heretics.

Among the green mountains, a Taoist temple stands outside the mountain.

In the square outside the temple, you can see little Taoist children doing morning lessons.

Looking into the deep mountains from the Taoist temple, there are intertwined old trees and flickering spiritual light, just like a fairyland.

When Shen Lian arrived at Sanlin Temple, he could sense the spiritual energy in the mountains from afar. Unlike other mountains that were cold and gloomy, the atmosphere here was neutral and peaceful, and obviously very comfortable.

It can be said that even though he had traveled across mountains and rivers and run countless miles, this was the first time he had encountered such a place.

The atmosphere revealed outside cannot be faked, just like the Blood Spirit Towers of the Blood Evil Sect that are emitting blood smoke all day long, making it easy to see the core of this sect at a glance.

The atmosphere of the Sanlin Temple is very spiritual.

It's like a ray of light in the turbid world.

Really good.

The entire mountain range is not big. Compared with the vast mountains of some large sects, the small mountain range of Sanlin Temple is only a hundred miles in radius. The Taoist temple outside the mountain serves as both the mountain gate and the place for outer disciples to practice.

There are many outer disciples in Sanlin Temple, but it is said that the inner disciples and elders together only number about a hundred.

This does not mean that you can advance to the inner gate once you have reached a certain level of cultivation. You still need to pass an assessment before you can advance to the inner gate.

The assessment at Sanlin Temple is to eliminate demons and defend the way of righteousness.

…

Shen Lian looked at the dilapidated gate of Sanlin Temple. The disciples who were doing morning lessons outside the gate seemed to be concentrating, but in fact, many of them had worried looks on their faces.

This scene made Shen Lian nodded.

This is similar to what I found out.

One can imagine how difficult it is to fight against demons and defend the way in an area full of demon sects.

The scale of Sanlin Temple is such that it is a thorn in the eyes of the surrounding demon sects. It is almost entirely supported by the temple master, Fuding Zhenren. There is no successor in the entire Sanlin Temple. Once the temple master falls, Sanlin Temple will face a devastating disaster.

But, now.

"Ahem, Master Shen is here, heaven... heaven... there is hope."

Shen Lianxu clenched his fist, put it to his mouth and coughed twice.

This sect has been joined by Master Shen.

Although Master Fu Ding has not appeared yet, it is not an absolute bargain, but if he appears again in a crisis, that is what the son of luck does.

He is the leader of a religion, so of course he has to be steady and not do anything that would make him stand out by putting his neck in a difficult position.

After making up his mind, Shen Lian began to further observe Sanlin Temple.

…

Inside Sanlin Temple, a series of pavilions and towers were built along the small mountain range. The further you go into the mountains, the fewer buildings there are.

Overall, some of the buildings in the mountains can no longer be described as ancient, but rather dilapidated.

Deep in the mountains, a group of quaint buildings stand against the mountain.

There is a main hall in the building. Inside the hall, an unkempt old man is lying on a straw mat. The edges of the mat are damaged and the thatch is exposed, and there are holes in some places.

As for the main hall, it was extremely empty. Apart from an altar, there were no curtains on the windows, and the wind blew in.

As for the incense burner on the altar, no one knew where it had gone.

The old man was lying on his side, his elbow on the ground, his cheek supported by his palm, his legs hooked together, and he seemed to be taking a nap.

This person is none other than Fu Ding Zhenren of Sanlin Temple.

It's just that his complexion didn't look very good, his brows were occasionally furrowed, and there was a faint stench of decay lingering behind him.

At this time, Master Fu Ding opened his eyes, a clanging sound was heard, and a three-foot-long eight-sided sword flew out of the main hall and hit a little Taoist boy who was peeping outside the door.

"How can a cultivator sit still?"

The little Taoist boy was knocked to the ground by the magic sword, and then the magic sword hit the boy's butt.

"Master, I have been sitting in meditation for ten days."

"Not enough. If you don't comprehend the method of attracting thunder, you will just keep sitting there in meditation."

The Taoist boy, who had been beaten, held his mouth and with tears in his eyes, walked towards the side hall and sat cross-legged on a small cushion, looking pitiful.

"well."

The man supporting the tripod called back the spirit sword, a look of worry showing on his face.

Thunder magic is difficult to practice, and thunder spiritual roots are even harder to find than the other five spiritual roots. The sect has a special method of inducing thunder that is passed down, but this method is very dangerous and extremely difficult to get started.

Because the special secret method of inducing lightning is too dangerous, it has been avoided from the prying eyes of more powerful sects. However, because this method is too terrifying, only those with great willpower can withstand it, so it is difficult to pass it on.

In addition, the sect has gradually declined over the years, and has been oppressed by other sects, especially the siege of the Demonic Sect. It is difficult to find anyone to refine the Thunder-Inducing Order, which further aggravates the difficulty of passing on the secret method of attracting thunder.

"Brother."

Outside the palace, an old woman with silver hair walked slowly over, "Did Lei'er make you angry?"

Master Fu Ding waved his hand, "Junior sister, what happened?"

Before the old woman could speak, Master Fu Ding smiled awkwardly and said, "Forget it. If they want to leave, just let them go. The sect is no longer able to take care of too many disciples. If they stay, it will only delay them."

The old woman nodded slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Senior brother had suffered many injuries over the years of slaying demons. More than ten years ago, in order to stop the old demon of the Blood Mountain Sect from slaughtering a small town, he had a fierce battle with the old demon of the Blood Mountain Sect.

In the end, not only did he fail to save the cultivators in the city, but he was also retaliated by the old demon of the Blood Mountain Sect, causing his foundation to almost collapse.

If the old demon hadn't been so afraid of his senior brother fighting to the death, he would have probably lost control and taken action long ago.

"Brother, why don't you go out and look for medicine? We brothers and sisters are here to protect you in the sect."

The old woman spoke, and several responses were heard from all around. From the side halls, several monks who looked old but were in good spirits walked out.

"Those who practice Taoism have their own destiny. They should live up to their original intentions and live up to their practice of Taoism."

Master Fu Ding smiled indifferently, as if it was a gentle breeze.

But when he saw the fellow students present with white hair and wrinkled faces, they looked even more dead.

"Brother can still hold on for decades."

After saying this, Fu Ding walked slowly into the main hall, and the three-foot sword behind him hummed softly.

"Don't be anxious, old friend. Wait a few decades. Once I have taught Lei Er to grow up, I will take you to drink the devil's blood."

"I can't change my mind about slaying demons and defending the Dao in this life, so I'd better not do it in the next life."

Lying on his side on the straw mat, Master Fu Ding sighed. It was not that he was afraid of death, he just felt a little confused now.

In this life, he entered Sanlin Temple as a Taoist child, was promoted to Qi training, entered the inner sect, promoted to foundation building, promoted to Golden Elixir, and became the master of the temple. He had killed countless demons, big and small, but in the end, the more demons he killed, the more demons there were in this world.

Demons are like weeds, they can’t be burned or cut off.

Why! He was not afraid of death, but now the Sanlin Temple was in a period of transition, the older generation had reached their twilight years, and those middle-level disciples who were determined to kill demons had died on the road to killing demons, and those who were not determined had long since left the sect.

This has resulted in no new Jindan cultivators for many years.

The outer sect monks have been unable to recruit good talents and are unable to supplement the middle-level elite monks.

"They are all cultivating immortals, but I, Sanlin Monastery, cultivate Taoism."

Fu Ding's heart was blocked for a moment, and he grabbed the Eight-sided Demon-Slaying Sword covered with lightning patterns. This is a magic weapon that has been passed down in Sanlin Temple for many years, and its grade is as high as the third-grade upper grade.

Although it is still only the upper grade of the third level, but because of the blessing of the powerful master, its spirituality has reached the level of quasi-fourth level.

Unfortunately, the Sanlin Temple was gradually declining. Without high-level spiritual materials and without any cultivators advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, there was no way to take it to face the first baptism of the heavenly tribulation.

…

Outside the main hall.

The elderly monks from Sanlin Temple looked at each other and saw the helplessness and sadness in each other's eyes.

Is God really not giving me any way to survive?

Outside the mountain, demons are rampant, all living creatures are used as materials, and the yin energy is increasing day by day.

On the other hand, they who were supposed to protect the law and slay the devil ended up declining.

"My fellow disciples, the demons are rampant but afraid of death. With Brother Master here with them, they will definitely not dare to rush in and be the first to come forward. Let's take advantage of this time to see if we can find some good seedlings."

…

Inside Sanlin Temple.

Shen Lian... Oh no, the customer service stood under a small pine tree, looking at the surrounding mountains and fields that were shrouded in dusk.

After Shen Lian, the original body, practiced the fourth level of Tianzhu Yanshen Fa, his divine consciousness had skyrocketed to eighty-three thousand feet.

The enhanced power of the fourth level of Tianzhu Yanshen Fa can be seen from this.

The stronger the spiritual foundation, the stronger the increased spiritual power.

As for his secondary soul, his spiritual soul also skyrocketed to the level of 70,000 zhang. Why it did not increase to 80,000 zhang was mainly because the quality of his secondary soul had not yet caught up.

"Daoyou, if you come here uninvited, you are a thief."

A cold voice, mixed with the clanging sounds of swords, was heard.

Arcs of lightning exploded in the mountains and fields.

Below the small pine tree, the figure of the secondary soul Shen Lian flashed and landed above the core building complex of Sanlin Temple.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! In an instant, several old figures rushed out from the building complex.

"Brothers, form the Five-Direction Divine Thunder Formation!"

Flashes of lightning flashed in the air. Several old figures each took out a magic sword, and in the other hand held a token with a pointed top and a handle at the bottom. They looked at Shen Lian as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

“Is this how guests are entertained at Sanlin Temple?”

Shen Lian felt the lightning that was striking him, and his spirit body felt a little tingling.

"As a fellow Taoist, you should be hospitable."

Elder Yun Songzi spoke in a cold voice, holding the largest lightning-attracting token in his hand, and pumped magic power into it with a rumbling sound.

"Brothers and sisters, please step back. If this fellow Taoist really wants to attack, you won't have the time to set up the formation."

Master Fu Ding walked out from the main hall.

"Fellow Daoist, if you are visiting me, please state your purpose directly."

Shen Lian's figure flashed and he walked towards the main hall. Before he entered the door, an eight-sided bronze sword lit up automatically and pressed against his nose.

"This sword is so spiritual."

Shen Lian stretched out his finger and pointed at the sword, saying, "Come, little Jianjian, smell me, do I smell particularly good?"

“Buzz!

As soon as he said this, the bronze sword really circled in front of him twice, and finally flew back to the side of Master Fu Ding.

Master Fu Ding patted the magic sword. This eight-sided demon-slaying and thunder-slaying sword was the most sensitive to demonic energy, but at this moment it seemed somewhat close to the person in front of him.

This means that the person coming is not a demon cultivator.

"Your foundation is seriously damaged. If you don't receive treatment, you won't be able to advance to the next level, and you won't even survive for more than a few decades."

Master Fu Ding didn't take it seriously, "Is this the reason you came here, fellow Taoist?"

"No, no."

Shen Lian waved his hand, "I'll give you a Dragon-Transforming and Replenishing Yuan Pill."

After saying this, Shen Lian thought Fu Ding would be excited, but he didn't expect the old man's face to droop.

"Fellow Daoist, you can go back now."

(End of this chapter)