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Chapter Thirteen: Uncle Liu Ming

After a few months, the outer periphery of Jidi, which had begun to take shape, was filled with faint white light. From the perspective of Yuan Qingwei, it can be seen that the amount of air gathered above Jidi has stabilized.

‘Now the foundation has been established, the power cycle between the earth veins and the auspicious land itself has formed a complete system. As long as there is no major change, I can let go of the matter here for the time being!’ Yuan Qingwei thought, and turned his attention to the little Taoist priest Zhiming.

Not only is this little Taoist priest of Zhiming smart and studious, he is also a very talented person. When he sat down to study in Yuan Qingwei, he was already very knowledgeable in martial arts samadhi and Taoism. As soon as he came out of the mountain, he made a lot of name, and the traces of Qingwei he kept pursuing were also revealed bit by bit. Of course, his identity was also found out, and now everyone in charge of the Zhenwu lineage seems a little embarrassed.

Not many people knew about the turmoil of the Zhenwu lineage back then, but everyone who should know it knew. It was a headache for this orthodox inheritor who inherited the legacy of his predecessors and was in the name of the Zhenwu lineage today.

It’s not that the head of the contemporary Zhenwu lineage, Zhenren, thinks that Zhiming’s existence is not good, nor is he any objection to Zhiming. The things that happened back then have been over, and most of the people who have experienced the things that happened in those days have died. Their lineage has completely mastered the Taoist tradition of the Zhenwu lineage. The Zhenwu lineage can still tolerate such an orthodox successor who has no real power.

However, Zhiming's identity is too special and can easily be used by those who are interested.

But there is another problem here. Zhiming was the inheritor of the orthodox past. Even if he declined now, he had no direct subordinate relationship with the current Zhenwu lineage. Zhenwu is also a famous sect, so he should be reasonable and well-founded in his behavior. Even if he wanted to call others back, he should have a reason to stand firm. If he couldn't stand firm and forced to force him, he would not only make people laugh, but would give those who have bad intentions and have an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Finally, after thinking about it, the contemporary leader of the sect could only invite his uncle who was in his 90s and lived in seclusion in the back mountain for more than ten years and asked him to find Zhiming. It was not that the contemporary leader of the Zhenwu sect was not planning to send his peers, but in terms of seniority, Zhiming belonged to his uncle. If he was not planning to force him, he could only find such a person, and he could suppress Zhiming's ancestors in all aspects.

It was a coincidence that this elder of the Zhenwu lineage not only had a profound martial arts cultivation, but also had a superb Taoist cultivation, and was also very open-minded. A large part of the reason why he lived in seclusion back then was that he did not want to continue to participate in the fame and fortune struggles. Now, when he saw Zhiming, he realized that the other party was like himself, and he was very moved at the same time. He was very moved. The two had a feeling of being close to each other for a few days.

However, the relationship between the two is complicated. As the current beneficiary, Wang Laodao is not easy to help Zhiming, but it is not easy to let him return to the mountain gate. After all, according to the current leader Zhenren's idea, it is to make Zhiming an outside Taoist inheritance within the Zhenwu lineage. Although he still recognizes the orthodox nature of the Zhiming lineage, he also hopes that he will not leave the Zhenwu ancestral land in a short time, and wait for the limelight to pass before going out to wander.

This behavior, which has a certain compulsory meaning and is almost under house arrest, is already the best way for the current leader of the Zhenwu lineage to handle it.

It’s not that there is no better way to deal with it, but the other methods need to pay more, and Zhiming is not worthy of the current head of the Zhenwu lineage to fight against those problems for him.

Mr. Wang was also in a difficult situation. In the end, he could only continue to delay, and even ran around with Zhiming to avoid the disciples of the Zhenwu lineage he had found.

For such changes, Yuan Qingwei, who was hiding in the dark, could also give up his worries about Zhiming and began to turn back the main world through his thoughts.

Walking out of the quiet room, Yuan Qingwei was led to the residence by Guan Cheng and saw an elderly man in gorgeous clothes sitting there drinking tea.

"Uncle Liu? Why do you have time to come to Taiyi Temple to sit here today?" Yuan Qingwei hurried forward.

The old man in front of him was named Liu Ming. He was Yuan Qingwei's uncle and one of the outer disciples who survived in the past. However, the old man was unable to retreat safely and was injured on the battlefield. Not only did he not know how to improve his cultivation in his life, he would not have been able to retreat to the second line. As a Feng Shui master, wandering in Fengzhou is one of the external signs of Taiyi Temple.

"I beat the geese all day long, but I was pecked by the geese! This time I almost smashed the sign!" Liu Ming put down the cup in his hand, sighed, and pulled up his sleeves, revealing a thin forearm covered with blue and purple marks.

What is frightening is that there are also bulges inside this thin forearm, squirming like lumps, constantly squirming under the skin, as if something is crawling in it and growing.

"Is this?" Yuan Qing's face looked slightly somber. Liu Ming's injury seemed to be beaten by someone. In fact, there was a strong yin energy inside, which was obviously not something that ordinary people could do.

The mutation of the arm is also a problem that practitioners in this world must face, the influence of the spiritual world.

The existence of the spiritual world has created the extraordinary system of this world and has also brought about a terrible negative impact. The spiritual world itself is disordered. Even after being suppressed by the sages of past dynasties and filtered by the nine continents, and then purified by the corresponding martial arts, there are still a large number of impurities in the spiritual world left behind.

These impurities are nothing in daily life, but once a person who practices has problems with his or her nature or is affected by external forces, he or she will mutate into some kind of terrible existence at any time. This also leads to the fact that outside of Dahua, many top weirdos have never been born from people's words, but are alienated from monks or people with special talents.

"I received a order a few days ago! I was presiding on the funeral ceremony for a family whose child died, but I didn't expect that the child was not dead by accident. After I arrived, I was obsessed with it and turned into a ghost. I was injured by him. After suppressing him later, I found that this guy has a good qualification and can be used as a guardian Yin Soldier, so I brought it back."

Liu Ming said that he took out an ink gourd from his sleeve. The surface of the gourd was engraved with a seal script, emitting the light of light and darkness.

"His parents don't care?" Yuan Qingwei did not reach out, but instead asked a question.

"That child is not old and is young, so he cannot enter the ancestral temple? Now that such a thing has happened, how could the older generation keep his coffin near the ancestral tomb? I think if I can, I can move the child's grave here so that such a child will really become a lonely ghost."

"That's it!" Yuan Qing sighed slightly, put away the ink gourd, and at the same time he held Liu Ming's wrist, Mingyu's magic power surged and flowed into Liu Ming's body.

In an instant, Liu Ming's arm skin became crystal clear, and the muscles, blood vessels and bones hidden under the skin were vaguely visible.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the black aura that is entangled in the muscles.

Yuan Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, Mingyu's magic power washed back and forth, and the warm magic power took away the filth hidden deep in the flesh and blood little by little, but there was no pain caused by pulling out the filth on weekdays. Liu Ming couldn't help but show a relaxed expression and sighed: "The head's cultivation is getting more and more exquisite! I think it won't take long to come, and our Taiyi Temple will have another monk in the warlock realm."

"I can break through long ago!" Yuan Qing smiled. He had already touched the threshold of the Warlock Realm. With the three years of experience in another world, although he did not enhance much mana, his soul was sufficiently trained, and some subtle controls were easy to handle. Some of the things that need to be paid attention to when breaking through the Warlock Realm are completely mastered. You can try to break through at any time. Even without the assistance of external forces, you are more than 70% sure.

"This..." Liu Ming was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then turned his head and looked towards Yunjiang. He vaguely guessed the reason why Yuan Qingwei was unwilling to break through, and sighed: "Is the leader ready to waste this way?"
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