Qingxuan woke up from his practice and looked outside with the sun rising three poles high.

After observing his Dantian, the two stars inside slowly rotated. Thinking back to his experience in practicing the Beidou Cave Mysterious Tribulation Technique, he realized that the majestic power of the stars should be the handiwork of his master.

After successfully building the foundation, Qingxuan decided to go out for some travel.

He left the door and walked slowly out of the Taoist temple.

The old Taoist sat upright on the bluestone jade platform, closing his eyes and wandering in his mind, as if the light and shadow were floating, as if it were real or illusory.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked ahead, as if the stars in the sky were flashing past.

"Hiss"

The space in front of Lao Dao was torn open.

The torn space formed a black hole, and it was pitch black inside.

Xuan Qing stopped where he was, staring at the black hole.

"call out"

A ray of blue light shot out from the black hole.

The old Taoist waved his sleeves and caught the green light, which turned out to be a jade talisman.

He waved his hand to break the restriction above, and an old voice came from inside.

"Fellow Taoist, I will discuss Taoism in the Taoist Palace tomorrow, and I would like to ask you to show your respect."

"In this way, Pindao will naturally not be absent."

After the old Taoist agreed, the jade talisman turned into green light again and disappeared.

The broken space was healing, and in the blink of an eye, it was restored to its original state.

"Qingxuan, I'm going to the Dao Palace tomorrow. Are you watching at home?"

Qingxuan shook his head.

"Master, my disciple has finished building the foundation and would like to go down to the mountain for a tour." Qingxuan bowed his hands and saluted.

The old Taoist nodded, a storage bag appeared in his hand, and he handed it to Qingxuan.

"Here are some basic items suitable for you. I want to go out and prepare them." After that, he disappeared.

Qingxuan opened the storage bag, which contained eight thousand high-grade spiritual stones, a top-grade spiritual sword pill, and a special talisman with powerful mana fluctuations. This was a talisman.

The weapons used by monks are divided into several grades: magical weapons, spiritual weapons, magic weapons, acquired spiritual treasures and innate spiritual treasures. Each type is divided into four levels: lower, middle, upper and top. Common spiritual treasures in Kyushu are rare.

Every time it appears, it often brings chaos and bloodshed.

Talisman is a special kind of talisman. The monk stores part of his power on the talisman paper. The power depends on the producer, but there is a limit on the number of times.

There are also a few jade slips. After checking them, they contain some common sense about cultivating immortals and some introductions to formations.

Qingxuan sacrificed and refined the sword pill, and closed the mountain-protecting formation of Qingxu Mountain.

The control sword pill flew out with a green light. This was the sword light transformed by the sword pill. It was a bit like the golden light technique in the Thirty-Six Methods of Tiangang. However, Qingxuan's unformed golden elixir could not condense the magical seeds.

The Qingxuan sword turned into a rainbow, entering and exiting the dark world, and the sea and sky were the same color. It was so joyful. Along the way, I experienced nature and walked as I pleased. Sometimes I could spend a few hours watching a flower bloom, sometimes I could light a fire to roast a prey, and sometimes

Pick two wild fruits and try them.

After wielding the sword for half a month, Qingxuan saw a strong whirlpool of demonic energy high in the sky in front of him, covering a small fishing village below.

What happened? Qingxuan Yujian fell at the entrance of the village.

His consciousness swept across the entire village, which was filled with unconscious villagers. In front of him was a girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, with long, fine black hair, draped over her shoulders. She looked slightly soft, as if she was treating these people.

He murmured to himself, "The fever won't go away, I'm unconscious, and I keep mumbling. I say it's a typhoid fever epidemic, but it doesn't sound like it. I prepared the medicine according to the recipe taught by the master, but even the fever can't go away. What should I do?"

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Qingxuan walked forward and looked at the sleeping people on the ground with his eyes. It turned out that these people were indeed haunted by evil spirits, and they were so deep into their internal organs that the lives of the villagers could not be saved.

"Let me give it a try." Qingxuan was seen wearing a wide-sleeved Taoist robe, with handsome features and a well-proportioned figure. He looked like an immortal and had an impressive aura.

To be on the safe side, first use the magic of talismans to suppress evil spirits. "talisman has no formal shape, but is spiritual." This method comes from the "Yunji Qizhuan" read in the previous life to expel ghosts and suppress evil spirits. At this time, it is used to suppress these evil spirits.

Just right.

"Huh? The fever has gone down? What did you do? This is actually a medical skill? Did you use acupuncture or acupuncture?" the girl asked in surprise.

"It's just a method passed down from ancestors, not worth mentioning."

"It's just that this method can only suppress it for a few hours. The girl is a member of the village. Has anything strange happened recently?" Qingxuan asked the girl.

"I am just an apprentice doctor who came to the village to collect medicinal herbs a few days ago. When I came, many villagers in the village were already in coma." The girl shook her head.

"As for what happened recently, the village chief should know a lot." The girl thought for a moment and said.

"Well, please ask the girl to lead the way." Qingxuan followed the little girl to the village chief's house.

Along the way, Qingxuan used the magic of talismans to suppress the evil spirits of the villagers he met on the way.

Time for a cup of tea.

"Grandpa, village chief, the condition of the villagers has stabilized a bit," the little girl said to an old man with white hair.

The old man has a shriveled and wrinkled face, dark khaki skin, a gray-white beard sparsely distributed on his chin, dark red lips that are chapped, his nose is densely covered with age spots, and his two dull old eyes are half-opened.

Looking at us half-closed.

"Is it stable? Thank you so much, Miss Wan'er. It's been three days since we reported to the police, and we haven't even seen a single person above. If it weren't for you, Miss Wan'er, I'm afraid the patient wouldn't be able to survive." The old man said weakly.

"No, no, thanks to the guy next to me, I still don't know your name?" The girl stopped mid-sentence and asked Qingxuan curiously.

"You have met the village chief and Miss Wan'er, right? I am a poor man."

Qingxuan replied.

"The villagers are not out of danger yet, so we cannot be careless. Dad, has anything strange happened in the village recently?"

Qingxuan asked the village chief.
Chapter completed!