After hearing this, the woman closed her eyes again, causing the young exorcist to stay where he was, not knowing what to do.
What kind of reply is ‘I understand’?
To deal with it or not to deal with it?
The young exorcist wanted to ask, but he didn't dare.
After saying a salute, he quietly left.
The Black Tower also returned to silence again.
Life in the Imperial Master's Mansion was very peaceful. After what happened last time, the people from the Demon Slayer Department never came to see him again.
Except for completing a mission to protect someone, no one cared about him for the rest of the time. Not only him, but all the monsters in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion had this privilege, which was also an extension of the Imperial Preceptor's rights.
Two months later.
Wu Chong and the little old man were chatting in the yard.
There are not many monsters in the Imperial Prefecture, and the total number of people in the Diziyuan is only about twenty. I heard that there are even fewer in the Tianziyuan. There may be a little more in the Renziyuan, but it is not a hundred.
, such a small number of people can be ignored compared to the capital city.
"The demonic power is growing too slowly. Is there any way you can speed it up?"
After two months of contact, this green-skinned turtle-turned-little old man can be regarded as one of Wu Chong's few friends.
"It's normal to be slow. We monsters practice slower than humans."
The little old man yawned, threw the corn kernels on the table into his mouth, and ate them loudly. Wu Chong had brought these corn kernels back for drinking in the morning, and now they were all eaten by the old guy.
"There are no exceptions? Like precious elixirs or something."
Wu Chong asked insinuatingly.
The Demonic God's Will is certainly not an ordinary thing. Its most significant feature is that it can help people practice. From this perspective, it should be easier to understand.
At this stage, I'm just asking secretly. If you don't have the strength to dominate your whole life, how can you help the Dragon King inherit the inheritance?
What's bothering me is that he has obviously been cultivating very hard now, but his demonic power is still growing very slowly. Without the "private money" support of the second brother of Barbarian Beast Mountain Bear, the speed of cultivation is even slower. This is very urgent, so energy-consuming.
Can I still succeed if I go down?
It's all because Brother Xiong is too poor and his "private money" is gone as soon as he eats it. Otherwise, why would he come to the capital?
"Drinking sheep urine? With such a good thing, it's your turn!"
The little old man looked contemptuous.
He thinks this guy likes to daydream.
Wu Chong was too lazy to pay attention to this old guy, and began to think about where to start. First, improve his strength. If he can dominate the world, he will solve all problems.
"But if you really want to improve your skills quickly, there is nothing you can do. I have a side method. I wonder if you dare to try it."
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As he spoke, the little old man smiled sinisterly.
"A side method? Tell me about it."
Wu Chong became interested.
It’s good to be partial!
As long as he is quick, there is no need to worry about the consequences. When he returns to the Great World of the First Demon and advances to a higher level, all the sequelae can be reset.
"Pretend to be a ghost."
Pretending to be a ghost?
Wu Chong looked at the little old man with an unkind expression. What he wanted was a shortcut to improve his cultivation, not some tricks. But he soon realized that what the little old man said about pretending to be gods and ghosts was not the pretending to be gods and ghosts that he understood.
It is a method of 'stealing'. The reason why monsters are suppressed is because they steal incense from the gods, destroy the statues of the gods and then live there themselves.
The smaller ones go to the land and sacred mountains, and the bolder ones directly pretend to be Buddhas and Taoists.
This is the path that the National Preceptor is taking now. He stole the position of the National Preceptor of a country, "eating" the previous dynasty, and he is still "eating" now. You can imagine how terrifying this person is.
‘Ghosting’ is easier to understand, the most common one is fox demon.
They deceive passing scholars and traveling businessmen in the barren mountains and ridges, sucking their yang energy to strengthen themselves. Mountain ghosts, tiger monsters and the like, devouring fear and other emotions for their own use are not good methods.
"Although it's quick to pretend to be a ghost, it has serious side effects."
The little old man mentioned it casually, but seeing Wu Chong thinking about it, he couldn't help but remind him.
They rely on the national master to make a living, but they will not follow his path. Who is a truly ambitious monster who doesn't want to be ranked in the immortal class, and the aliens will ascend.
"What side effects?"
Master Wu was obviously moved. He came here to rob a tomb in the Demon God's world, but he would eventually return to the Great World of the First Demon. As long as he could improve his cultivation quickly, a broken foundation was nothing.
"Monsters who follow this path will basically have no good end. Let alone achieve enlightenment. The deeper the cultivation, the heavier the karma."
That's it?
When did Master Wu care about Zhengguo?
He, Black Wind Village, is the biggest righteous fruit! The thirteen heads are the highest 'fruit positions' he distributes. As for karma, that is a big herring thing in this world, and it has nothing to do with him.
"It will also shorten your life span!"
Seeing that Wu Chong didn't seem to care much, the little old man added another sentence.
You can't harm the monster.
Loss of life? Wu Chong glanced at the life span and remaining experience points on the panel... This didn't seem to be a big problem.
"This is the avenue I'm looking for!"
Wu Chong started to ask for advice with a serious face. The little old man next to him was immediately confused. How could this man not understand what he said? Why did he still jump into the pit after he had already persuaded him so clearly? How long can you, a big herring monster, survive?
Years! If you keep struggling like this, it won’t take long for you to be riddled with karma and your lifespan will be exhausted.
Especially the catastrophes of demons. The catastrophes of demons are exaggerated compared to humans. Coupled with the loss of karma and life span, it is basically no different from waiting to die.
"Please teach me the magic of pretending to be a ghost. I have a lot of life and I am not afraid of losing it."
The little old man who was about to persuade me again heard this and swallowed all the words of advice that followed. He finally saw that this guy was a fool and was not afraid of death.
"Wouldn't it be better to stay in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion? The Imperial Preceptor will protect you above, and there will be gold and silver treasures below. You can eat, drink, have fun, and do whatever you want..."
"I have a dream!"
Wu Chong spoke righteously and began to make up a story in front of the little old man. Seeing his expression, the little old man lost all energy to eat corn kernels, so he got up and left.
"Master Turtle, don't leave. You must teach me your magical skills."
Wu Chong immediately stuck to it like candy. When did the good thing that Mr. Wu was looking for slip through the net!
There is also competition in the Imperial College.
Those from Renziyuan want to enter Diziyuan, and those from Diziyuan want to enter Tianziyuan. In the past few months since Wu Chong joined the Imperial Preceptor’s Office, he has seen many similar disputes. It seems that these monsters still cling to each other.
Three or five small groups often have conflicts with each other over tasks.
When Wu Chong first joined, other monsters had come into contact with him.
However, they were all rejected by him. As time went by, others became too lazy to pay attention to him. After all, he didn't fight for anything and mingled with the old man guarding the gate, Lao Gui, every day. At first glance, he looked like a worthless monster.
"I must enter Tianziyuan. Only in this way can I enter the discernment of Master Guoshi and become a great monster."
At the gate, a monster who had just completed his mission and was full of blood passed by.
When I walked in, I didn't forget to cast a disgusted look at the two 'waste demons' sitting on the steps next to me drinking tea.
A green turtle guarding the gate, and a big herring with no ambition to make progress.