Chapter 114 Taoist Priest, are you talking about me or it?

midnight.

In the quiet and dense forest, the thin moonlight shines through the gaps between the trees and falls on the ground in patches.

A black, shiny vortex of demonic energy spread outward from small to large. Cheng Long, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, appeared silently under a tree, holding a bloodthirsty bead in his hand.

The next moment.

An invisible spiritual consciousness spread out like a wave.

There was no one within a three-mile radius.

There are only endless jungles and endless mountains.

He couldn't even find a way!
I wanted to walk downstream along the river, but there was not even a stream.

"Survival in the wilderness is survival in the wilderness. We have made such thorough preparations, isn't it just to deal with situations like this?"

If you have food in your pocket, you won't be worried.

With a smile on his face, Cheng Long began to explore the wilderness with excitement.

Wandering aimlessly, I made my way through the deep mountains and old forests. I seemed to be able to hear the humming of the ancient trees, telling them stories that had lasted for thousands of years.

The tiny bits of spiritual energy gathered more and more under the guidance of the Killing Technique.

At first, Cheng Long didn't react. When the spiritual energy was almost condensed into a physical state, like fireflies gathering around his body, he realized that the spiritual energy of this world was much richer than that of the Hong Kong world he set as his main world.

"With such abundant spiritual energy, how come we haven't encountered a single spirit monster after walking for so long?"

Cheng Long complained and continued to release his spiritual awareness to explore the way.

The spiritual awareness coverage range of the ninth level of Qi training can extend up to five miles in radius, but it will be very tiring after a long time.

Therefore, his coverage area was only maintained within a radius of three miles.

But you can't maintain it for a long time, it's too exhausting.

You have to check every once in a while to ensure your own safety to the greatest extent.

After walking in one direction for twenty minutes, a forest path appeared in front of us. The road was quite wide and a carriage could pass through the narrowest part.

“Finally we’re on the road!”

Cheng Long, with more and more spiritual energy gathering around him, was like a big light bulb in the dark. Even though he could not see at night, he could still see the situation ahead clearly.

Therefore, he walked particularly easily and comfortably.

I don’t know how long it took.

A brown-fur fox suddenly appeared behind him, its green eyes filled with a chill.

"The eyes are so lively, you can tell at a glance that you are a fox spirit. Let me tease you..."

Cheng Long raised the corner of his mouth, pretending that he didn't notice anything. He walked for a while and sighed: "It's so dark, and I'm so handsome, I'm so afraid that others can't see me!"

"Why are you so narcissistic?" The vixen who had transformed into a sexy woman at some point twitched her mouth suddenly, and her waist was almost broken by Cheng Long's dirty words.

However, the man's back was quite tall and straight. If he was good-looking, she wouldn't mind playing with this narcissistic guy.

"Sir, Sir..."

Suddenly—

The vixen tore the hem of her illusory skirt and fled in a panic. She stumbled to Cheng Long and said in fear, "Sir, there are bandits. Run!"

"There are bandits? Where?"

Cheng Long looked around nervously.

No one was around.

There are no larger animals around, so where did the bandits come from?

Uh, no, there are bigger animals. They are right in front of us!
"Maybe I dumped him."

After the vixen said this, she seemed to have drained all her strength and fell limply into Cheng Long's arms. "Sir, I think I sprained my foot. Can you carry me home?"

"Forget about carrying you on your back, but I can carry you back."

Cheng Long picked up the vixen in a princess hug with great swiftness and determination. Knowing that the fox wanted to harm him, how could he expose his back?

Although this fox is very weak, even if it reveals a flaw, it cannot harm itself.

But it's better to be careful.

"Sir, your arms are so strong, I feel so safe!" The vixen's eyes were seductive and her face was flushed, like a woman poisoned by love, staring at the man with obsessed eyes.

"Your skin is nice, too, so furry... uh, and smooth."

Almost spilled the beans.

The little fox in front of me just transformed into a woman, not a real transformation.

It's not that high.

So, what Cheng Long was hugging was not a woman, but a well-trained fox. There was not much smell on the fox, and its fur felt particularly silky.

After holding it for a while, he couldn't help but want to keep it as a pet.

But after seeing the appearance of this vixen, I thought it was better to give up. She was stealing corpses from the zombies and stealing people on the road. It seemed that she had killed many people.

I really want to have a pet. Xin Shisiniang in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio was devoted to Taoism and was much more charming than this fox.

Otherwise, you can raise snakes, flowers, or dragon girls, but there is no need to raise a fox spirit that harms people.

"Sir, you are so bad, you actually said I have hair!"

The vixen angrily punched the man's chest.

"So you like playing this kind of game?" Cheng Long put down the vixen with a wicked smile, and said with a lewd look: "Just now you hit my chest, now it's my turn to hit your chest."

"Sir, if you like, just hammer me! Remember to be gentle..." The vixen lowered her head coquettishly.

"Then I hammered it."

Cheng Long stretched out a hand with a wicked smile, then suddenly clenched his fist and punched out fiercely.

Bang!
A mass of flesh and blood first exploded from behind the vixen, followed by a bloody fist.

"..."

The vixen's eyes widened, filled with horror.

However, she was unable to utter a single word as she lost her heart. As her last breath faded away, her head drooped weakly.

The next moment, the delicate beauty took off her disguise and turned into a dead fox.

"Great! Killing a fox spirit can gain more energy and vitality than hunting eight strong men." Cheng Long was delighted. Killing demons was indeed more cost-effective than hunting criminals.

After sighing.

Cheng Long looked at the demon blood that kept flowing out of the fox spirit's body. While sucking blood with the bloodthirsty bead, he sighed: "The method is a bit rough. I have to try another way next time. It's too wasteful."

……

At the same time, the dense forest was not far away.

A Taoist corpse-carrying monk wearing Maoshan Taoist robes and glasses suddenly looked up.

"A demonic spirit?"

The wind blew away the grass, and the corpse-driving Taoist priest held a bronze sword in his hand, with a yellow cloth bag on his waist. He walked towards Cheng Long from far away with his toes touching the ground. His figure rushed to Cheng Long's back like a sharp arrow.

"You evil beast, you actually dare to harm people on the road. With me, Simu, here, how can I allow..." Taoist Simu stopped talking halfway because he suddenly could not sense the evil spirit anymore.

"Master, are you talking about me or it?"

Cheng Long turned around slowly, and in front of Simu, he pulled his fist out of the fox corpse's chest, then threw the fox corpse into the forest like trash.

"..."

When Taoist Simu saw this, he was dumbfounded.

This kid is obviously righteous, and even the spiritual energy is actively gathering around him. How could he do such evil things?
He punched the fox spirit's chest to pieces, and then sucked her corpse into a mummy. Brother, are you practicing Taoism or magic?

“…I’m talking about this!”

Taoist Simu was stunned for a long time before he uttered these words.

Even though Cheng Long is practicing magic, his magic, apart from being quite murderous, whether it is good or evil depends entirely on the practitioner himself. If the practitioner has justice in his heart and acts in an upright manner, then the temperament he cultivates will inevitably be upright and righteous.

If you do whatever you want, act recklessly, and kill whoever you catch, regardless of whether they are good or bad, then the temperament you develop will be one of evil.

Therefore, judging from his appearance alone, many people would think that Cheng Long was an outstanding disciple from a famous and upright sect. Only when he performed his magic skills in public would he be noticed as abnormal by people of the righteous path.

After all, there is a big difference between magic power and mana.

Cheng Long stared at the Taoist Simu for a long time, until he was sure that he had not lowered his guard, and then he said, "Master, I am new here and I got lost accidentally. Could you please help me out of this forest?"

"You've asked the right person. There are only two families within a few hundred miles of this place. One of them is my family. The other one is inhabited by a disgusting monk. Remember to stay away from him when you get here. The monk keeps chanting sutras, which is really annoying... By the way, which sect are you from? How can you practice while standing?"

Taoist Simu said with envy.

Looking at the spiritual energy pouring in, it was actually more than what he had attracted through his retreat and hard practice.

Spiritual practice is supposed to be a solemn and sacred thing. Not to mention that you have to bathe and change clothes every time, but at least you have to sit cross-legged!
After practicing Taoism for decades, he had never heard of any sect that could practice Taoism while standing or walking.

If standing is possible, then eating and sleeping can also be done, right?

He can practice all day long, no wonder he has such powerful magic at such a young age!

"As for me, I am a disciple of the Holy Church." Cheng Long made up an excuse.

"Which holy religion?" Simu frowned.

Cheng Long said sadly: "Master didn't let me tell you because he was afraid that I would cause trouble and he couldn't handle it."

"Is there still this?"

Simu’s brows furrowed deeper and deeper, this plot sounded a little familiar!
I couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Master, there seems to be a group of people running around behind us, do you want to go over and take a look?"

"Oops, my client."

Taoist Simu slapped his forehead suddenly.

Just now, in order to be lazy, he stuffed the corpse-driving talisman into the frog's mouth, and now everything must be messed up.

The two of them hurried back a kilometer. The frog that was stuffed into the corpse-driving talisman had already blended into the frog group and disappeared. The twenty or so customers of Simu were jumping around in the woods, and many of them had their hands broken.

"Daoyou, do you know how to drive a corpse?"

"I can only kill, not chase."

Cheng Long shook his head decisively.

In fact, the art of corpse refining includes driving corpses and controlling corpses. It is a spell that can form a system in itself. Otherwise, if you create zombies but don't know how to control them, wouldn't this spell kill everyone who practices it?
With such huge consumption, who would dare to practice?
"Forget it, let me do it!"

Simu ran over with a headache on his face.

It took him nearly half an hour to calm down the chaotic situation.

The main reason was that there were too many frogs nearby, making it difficult to find them, and each one looked very similar. If Cheng Long hadn't helped secretly, Simu would have had to spend a lot of effort to clean up the situation.

(End of this chapter)