Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

   Chapter 120 True. Dog Taoist

  Ren Qingfa made his way through the crowd and quickly squeezed to the front of the line.

   They are now on the north side of Heshan Mountain. Because of the surrounding mountains, the sun is blocked, so there are not many plants and trees.

  The surface of the mountain is carved with a giant mountain **** statue, which is impossible to do without dozens or hundreds of years.

  The old and frail old man was helped out of the crowd. He came to the ridge and knocked on the dragon head scepter in his hand.

   The originally noisy scene suddenly became silent.

  Ren Qing narrowed his eyes.

   This person is not a preacher, right? Write it down first.

  The old man coughed for a moment before slowly opening his mouth and said, "There have been a lot of unprovoked disasters this year, so we decided to make sacrifices to the gods three days later."

   "Come here, brush the dust for the mountain god."

   The words should have just finished, the sound of gongs and drums sounded, and then many strong young people came to the giant mountain statue.

   They began to dig the gravel at the feet of the mountain **** statue with their bare hands. Even if their palms opened some wounds, they still did not intend to stop.

   After the gravel was cleared out, Ren Qing noticed that the base of the giant mountain **** statue was a little weird, and the more he looked, the less natural it became.

  The material of the base is similar to marble, but the texture is not black and gray, but a dark red similar to blood coagulation.

   and it is engraved with words, all recorded are a personal name.

  Somewhat similar to the merit stele in the temple, monks engraved the believers who donated money on the stone stele to seek the blessing of the Buddha.

   Immediately, the carriage brought the smaller statue of the mountain god.

  The craftsmen followed behind the carriage. They hit the face of the **** with a hammer and chisel, intending to carve the appearance in a short time.

   Fortunately, the area involved is not large, so you don’t need to waste too much time.

  The youth is still digging the gravel, even if the body is weak because of too much bleeding, at most, replace the person and continue.

   Immediately afterwards, the wealthy businessmen in Heshan Town arrived late, and most of the names of the base were donated by them.

  Ren Qing's eyes fell on the small mountain **** statue, and after a moment of hesitation, he kicked the gravel with his foot, and they collided with each other and made a crisp sound.

   I didn’t expect that the solidity of the stone layer of the statue of the mountain **** is lower than expected, indicating that it is not a complete entity, and there may even be Tibetans among them.

   Could it be that the so-called invitation to God is actually a preacher?

  Ren Qing did not act rashly.

  It will probably wait until the evening, when the setting sun briefly shines on the ridge, and the carving of the face is almost complete.

  The excavation of gravel has long since ended, and the young man began to bandage his injuries.

   They will get a generous sum of money from the wealthy businessman, which can be regarded as a substitute for the latter to clean up the dust for the base.

   Now that the key is reached, there will naturally be a jailer.

  Ren Qing did find the figures of several reservists through his heavy pupils, and they stood unabashedly on the eaves or tree branches.

   makes Ren Qing more sure of the previous guess.

The base of   Wuweimen should be in the surrounding mountain villages. In the city, it will only be tied up, although there are not many targets for preaching.

   Residents tied the mountain **** statue with ropes, and dozens of people stood on the ridge.

   They uttered tidy slogans, the statue of the mountain **** gradually pulled to the most central position, and there was deafening cheers from the crowd.

   Immediately afterwards, the residents began to set up the altar.

   After seeing this, the crowd left one after another. The preparation work will take at least three days, and then it is time to worship the mountain **** and pray for a good harvest.

   No one noticed at all, the small mountain **** statue had changed a little, and there was an inexplicable enthusiasm in the stone eyes.

   A familiar voice sounded in Ren Qing's ear.

   "The Tao is born, the door of inaction..."

  Ren Qing let the divided soul enter the Wuwei Dojo.

   Hundreds of people sat on the futon, and in the center was a Taoist boy with protruding eyes.

   Seeing that he is not the Immortal Lord, Ren Qing is not ready to scare the snake.

   He needs Wuweimen to relax his vigilance, and it's better to make this pool of water cloudy, otherwise he must hit hard.

   In a sense, the two are grasshoppers on a rope.

   They didn't want the Jailer Hall to interfere in the Wuwei Dojo, but their interests were in conflict with each other, so it was up to who could not bear it.

  Ren Qing's body walked towards the inn with a cold smile on his face.

   For hunters, how to attract beasts is a problem. In addition to arranging traps with food, in fact, if the beasts are afraid, they will naturally throw the rat.

   What the Wuweimen was most afraid of was undoubtedly being noticed by the Jailer Hall.

  Ren Qing intends to take advantage of this to test the layout of Wuweimen in Heshan Town.

   He went back to the inn and rested, not opening his eyes until late at night.

The   Wuwei Dojo has long since ended, but the Daotong did not teach the fictional technique, the method was more like a trial.

  Ren Qing carefully slipped out of the inn through the window, and then quietly touched the location of the Yamen in Heshan Town.

   More than a dozen arresters were patrolling the yamen, and the rest were only the fireworks hall still bubbling with white smoke, indicating that they were burning corpses.

  Ren Qing's goal is naturally not a yamen.

   The mirror flower, water and moon cast spread out, his figure blended into the moonlight, and it was looming in the dark night and could not see the difference.

   He mainly didn't want to be exposed to the jailer, but the rest of the yamen were innocuous, and the big deal was to use the twin nightmare to modify the memory.

  Ren Qing searched for a circle, and finally stopped near the corner of the yamen.

  This is a cell for prisoners. The internal structure is not much different from that of Sanxiang City. They all extend down to the ground.

  Ren Qing could feel that there must be a jailer nearby, so he shouldn't be in the prison, but he didn't plan to go in after seeing this.

  Dragon Snake Ridge drilled directly into the soil, and soon found the place where the prisoners were being held, and there were dozens of people in it.

  Ren Qing's plan is very simple.

  Since he is the Taoist official of Wuwei Dojo, he must be able to preach, and he can even turn ordinary people into Taoist officials.

  If there is an uncontrolled preacher suddenly within the range of Heshan Town.

  Wuweimen will definitely get rid of the preacher quickly, otherwise if the jailer hall is alerted, it is likely to pull out the radish and bring out the mud.

  Ren Qing planned to find suitable candidates from these prisoners, so he took advantage of the opportunity to worship the mountain **** to stimulate the Wuweimen.

  Dragon Snake Ridge quickly picked a prisoner who had been imprisoned for many years through the attached soul.

   The circumstances of this person's crime of committing a crime are more serious, but they will not be decapitated in the market, so they are imprisoned indefinitely as if they were forgotten.

   The yamen will not count the number of people on weekdays. After all, there is only one entrance and exit to the cell, and it is basically impossible to escape from the prison.

   Even if the yamen notices it, it is estimated that Ren Qing has already achieved his goal.

  Ren Qing left the yamen and entered the prison in the womb with the split soul.

  The old prisoner looks like he's getting old, and he's been locked up for at least a few decades, causing functional degradation everywhere in his body.

   But what Ren Qing wants is this kind of person who has no connection with the outside world, so as not to have an accident.

  The old prisoner suddenly felt the long-lost light, he opened his eyes hazy, his expression became extremely stunned.

   Who would have imagined that when you wake up, the environment you are in has changed dramatically.

  The surrounding walls are all made of flesh and blood, and they will wriggle from time to time, and you can feel the residual warmth when your palms are placed on the ground.

   The old prisoner pinched his temples incredulously, and after a while he reacted: "This is the Infernal Hell..."

   He has spent twenty years in the cell, and he has almost forgotten why he was in prison in the first place. Death is actually not much different from liberation.

   A figure walked out of the wall.

   The old prisoner was about to ask, but he felt his head dizzy and fell to the ground.

  【Wang Er】

  【Age: Forty-eight】

  【Shouyuan: Three years】

  Ren Qing did not hesitate to cast into the dream.

  Wang Er's dreams are extremely fragmented, because he spends most of his time in a dark cell, and his memory is not even as good as that of a six- or seven-year-old child.

   This makes it easier to tamper with.

  Ren Qing didn't make too many changes, he just blurred out his experience in prison, he was a dying tool anyway.

  Separate Soul closed his eyes, and said silently in his mouth: "The Dao produces the Dao, the inaction Dao..."

   He came to Wuwei Dojo in a trance.

  Ren Qing was not in a hurry to pull Wang Er's consciousness in, and first erased the landscape on the Taoist robe and turned it into the ordinary clothing of Taoist seekers.

   After a while, a few figures appeared in front of Ren Qing.

  Wang Er's consciousness entered the dojo.

  The old prisoner was full of fanaticism under the influence of Wuwei Dojo.

  Ren Qing saw this expression but it was extremely strange, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

   To his surprise, in addition to the expected Wang Er, the three alien wolves and the husky also came in.

   They wear ill-fitting robes, like animals in a theater.

   The husky howled, and then jumped up and down in the dojo excitedly.

   He even wanted to hit the wall with his head, showing the demolition nature to the fullest.

  Ren Qing's forehead burst with blue veins.

   Then he forcibly pressed the husky on the futon, and the three alien wolves seemed very well-behaved and sat up on their own.

  Ren Qing ignored the husky's strange wolf-like voice, and then looked at the old prisoner, with a slight light in his eyes, like a fairy at the moment.

  Wang Er grabbed the ground with his head, and called out heartbreakingly: "The Dao produces the Dao, the inaction Dao..."

   "Would you like to become a Taoist official?"

   "Wish!! Wish!!"

  Ren Qing put his right hand on Wang Er's forehead, the landscape on the Taoist robe was a little dim, and the colorful Taoist rhyme was integrated into the opponent's body.

  Wang Er's grey robe turned pure white.

   While Ren Qing's Dao rhyme has not decreased much, Dao Sheng Dao has not become incomplete again.

   In the prison in his belly, Wang Er's body was still in a coma, and he didn't even realize that he had become a Taoist official.

  As long as Ren Qing wants to, he can let Wang Er show his ability as a preacher at any time.

   In this way, everything is ready.

  Ren Qing then looked at the three wolf dogs and thought to himself.

   He knew that Wuwei Dojo could invent spells, but such spells could not be promoted, and their potential was extremely limited.

  Ren Qing naturally wouldn't try to cultivate, but what if he let the beast master it?

   Even if the meat becomes delicious, it can be used as a reserve food. In fact, it is really good to think about it.

   He picked up the bamboo slips on the wooden table and flipped through them. It seemed that there was no suitable one, so let’s try to create a spell that is suitable for the wolf dog first.

   Thanks to book friend 151110073253486 for the reward.

   (end of this chapter)