After sending Huang Yi to explore the path for himself, Zhou Yang said hello to Taoist companion Xiao Ying and headed for the Yinpuppet Sect ruins.
"It's only been half a year. Fellow Daoist Zhou, why did you come to see Xu again?"
At the ruins of the Yin Puppet Sect, Xu Song, who sensed Zhou Yang's arrival, came out of the cave deep underground to meet him with an unhappy face.
Facing his complaint, Zhou Yang's face flashed with embarrassment. He could only pretend not to see it and looked around and said, "Senior, are you still used to being here?"
Xu Song, an old ghost, didn't know that he was changing the subject, but the situation was stronger than the people, so he could only follow Zhou Yang's words and reply: "This place is not bad, it seems that many people have died before, even in the past
I don’t know how many years have passed, but the resentful spirit has not dissipated, and it has been very beneficial to my practice."
Hearing him say such words in a nonchalant tone, Zhou Yang frowned immediately and couldn't help looking at him and admonishing: "I advise you, senior, to be careful. Although ghost cultivators can absorb all kinds of yin energy and evil spirit cultivation
, but if you absorb too much of this resentment, senior, your will will inevitably be contaminated by it. Will you still be you then?"
When Xu Song heard what he said, he rolled his ghost eyes angrily and said, "What you said is easy. If I don't absorb the spirit of resentment and practice, how can I improve my cultivation? Do you think I don't know this resentment?"
Is it the future trouble of the evil spirit? There is nothing I can do about it!"
At the end of the sentence, the words were full of helplessness.
Zhou Yang fell silent immediately.
For practitioners, whether they are immortal cultivators or demon cultivators, improving their cultivation level is always a top priority.
If a practitioner can't even meditate and practice, then what else can he do?
Even if he was Xu Song's master, he couldn't kill Xu Song's idea of improving his cultivation.
What's more, he was also the beneficiary of Xu Song's improvement in cultivation.
After being silent for a long time, he couldn't help but ask with a face of reluctance: "Senior, you are a scholar of heaven and earth, don't you have a way to solve this matter?"
"Of course there is a way, it just depends on whether you can do it or not!"
Xu Song raised the corner of his mouth and slowly revealed his true purpose.
It turns out that he had been waiting for Zhou Yang to mention this for a long time!
As an experienced ghost cultivator, he certainly knew what Zhou Yang valued most about himself.
If he is polluted and loses his wisdom due to absorbing too much resentful energy, his value to Zhou Yang will undoubtedly be greatly reduced, and Zhou Yang may have to kill him personally.
This was certainly not a good thing for him, but it was also a huge loss for Zhou Yang.
Therefore, he was certain that Zhou Yang would not allow him to continue practicing like this.
Although Zhou Yang knew from his words that he was setting a trap for himself, he also had no way to break free. He could only follow his words and said: "Senior, please tell me your solution. Junior, take a look.
Is it feasible?”
"I know that you are soft-hearted, and I cannot bear to see you using magic means to harm innocent people."
"So my solution is actually very simple, that is, you help me find some extremely evil people, and I extract their souls as sacrifices to make them into ghost clones. This way, when I practice, I can have these ghost clones replace me.
If you endure the erosion of resentment in those resentful auras, you will only lose a ghost clone!"
Xu Song had a stern smile on his face and spoke his solution in a sinister tone.
"no!"
Zhou Yang's eyelids twitched, and he immediately rejected Xu Song's request without even thinking about it.
Killing people and practicing martial arts is a standard demonic method. How could he agree to Xu Song's request?
He looked at Xu Song with an ugly face and said sternly: "No matter what, practicing martial arts with people is absolutely not allowed! Senior, you should think of other ways!"
Xu Song didn't expect his reaction to be so big. After hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened, and he said angrily with a look of annoyance: "I'm just killing some evil people! You kid has been practicing until today.
Are there still few people killed?"
"No, you can kill people, but I can't kill people!"
How could Zhou Yang be fooled by such words, when he retorted with a serious face: "Senior's words are wrong. Although I have killed many people, it was a normal fight between immortal cultivators.
Life and death are your destiny, don't blame others."
"But as the senior said, using people to practice martial arts is a demonic practice that is hated and hated by all immortal cultivators. This is a dispute between the great ways. As an immortal cultivator, how can I agree with this!"
What he said was righteous, his face was full of righteousness, and there was no falsehood at all.
Xu Song looked at his righteous look, and for some reason, an unknown anger arose in his heart, and he opened his mouth to curse.
But when he said it, he remembered that his life was still in Zhou Yang's hands, and his heart suddenly became cold, but he suddenly changed his words.
"Then what are you going to do? I can't think of any other way. If you have any good solutions, just tell me."
He looked at Zhou Yang and complained full of resentment, just like a wronged little daughter-in-law.
When Zhou Yang heard what he said, it was difficult to answer.
If he had his way, he wouldn't ask Xu Song.
After thinking for a while, he put on a soft tone and sincerely persuaded: "Senior, it is best not to absorb the spirit of resentment and practice first. I will help senior pay attention to this matter. Until a solution is found, senior you still have to
Be patient!"
Hearing that his tone became gentle, Xu Song couldn't help but wave his hands and said, "Let's talk about this later. You haven't told me why you came to see me today!"
When Zhou Yang heard what he said, he knew that he actually didn't want to listen to his own opinion and give up his practice, but it was really hard to say anything more about this matter. He could only suppress the matter and said honestly: "I was about to talk to senior
Speaking of this matter, I want to go to Huangshamen, and I would like to ask my senior to follow me there. At that time, I may ask my senior to come forward and shock me!"
When Xu Song heard this, a green light flashed in his ghost eyes. He looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Oh, aren't you afraid that if I come forward, it will have the opposite effect?"
Zhou Yang looked at him like this, but his expression did not change and he said: "So this is just a backup method for this junior. It would be better if you don't use it."
"In that case, it doesn't matter if I go with you."
Immediately, Xu Song entered the "Yun Shen Tablet" that Zhou Yang always carried, and then followed Zhou Yang to the mountain gate of Huangsha Gate.
Because it was an official visit, Zhou Yang notified Zhang Yunpeng by sending a letter with a flying sword before he arrived at the oasis where Huangshamen's mountain gate was located.
Therefore, after he arrived at the gate of Huangsha Gate, Zhang Yunpeng, the head of Huangsha Gate, actually came out of the gate in person to welcome him.
This kind of courtesy fully shows how high Zhou Yang's status is in the heart of Zhang Yunpeng.
"After nineteen years of separation, fellow Taoist Zhou's cultivation has reached this level. It's really enviable and jealous!"
Inside the Huangsha Gate, Zhang Yunpeng welcomed Zhou Yang into the main hall of the mountain gate. As soon as he opened his mouth, he expressed his admiration for Zhou Yang's improvement in cultivation.
Nineteen years may not be enough time for ordinary monks in the Purple Mansion Stage to improve their cultivation by one level.
However, within nineteen years of Zhou Yang's absence, his cultivation had improved from the first level of Zi Mansion to the fourth level of Zi Mansion. Although Zhang Yunpeng had known this news for a long time, after seeing it with his own eyes, he couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.
He looked at Zhou Yang in amazement, his eyes flashing.
After Zhou Yang opened the Purple Mansion, he had not made any breakthrough in his cultivation for twenty years. He thought that Zhou Yang's potential was just that, and he lamented in his heart that Master Cao Wenjin did not know people well and had gained Zhou Yang many benefits in vain.
But the facts he saw now told him that compared with the scheming Cao Wenjin, he was still a little younger.
Zhou Yang is still the same Zhou Yang, and his cultivation is still improving as fast as ever, which is far incomparable to others.
"As expected of a genius valued by Yuanying Stage monks!"
With a slight sigh in his heart, Zhang Yunpeng looked at Zhou Yang with a look of expectation on his face and asked, "Dare you ask fellow Daoist Zhou if you have handed over Master's relics to Senior Qingyang?"
Cao Wenjin originally left a storage bag for Zhou Yang to hand over to Master Qingyang, asking Master Qingyang to give Huang Shamen some care. Zhou Yang completed this task when he went to Xianyang City for the second time.
Originally, when he came back, he should have directly explained the situation to Zhang Yunpeng, but for some reasons, he did not inform his clan brother Zhou Yuanchen, who came to inquire about the matter that day.
At this time, he met Zhang Yunpeng and heard him directly ask about this matter. He couldn't keep hanging on to him anymore.
Dang Ji said with a smile: "Senior Dongxi Qingyang accepted it and asked Zhou to tell Head Zhang that every fifty years from now on, Xuanyang Immortal Sect will sell a batch of Foundation Building Pills and Purple Purple Pills to Huang Shamen at a fair price.
Cloud Pill lasts for five hundred years, and the time starts from the first time you go there to buy pills."
When Zhang Yunpeng heard this, his face was startled, and then he couldn't hide the look of disappointment on his face and couldn't help asking: "Did Master Qingyang just say this?"
He seemed not very satisfied with Zhou Yang's answer.
"What? Does Master Zhang think this benefit is not enough?"
Zhou Yang's expression changed, and his tone became a little subtle.
Since the storage bag has special restrictions, if someone opens it, the person who opens it later will know it, so he doesn't know what kind of treasure is inside.
But in his opinion, the value of the promise given by Master Qingyang to Huang Shamen is not low.
With a batch of affordable Foundation Establishment Pills and Purple Cloud Pills purchased every fifty years, the number of Foundation Establishment Stage monks and Zifu Stage monks who will serve as the backbone of the sect in the future from Huang Shamen will definitely be much greater than now.
Isn't this enough?
However, for Zhang Yunpeng who knows everything, although Master Qingyang's promise is good, it is not the promise they want most!
You must know that what is in the storage bag is half of the broken horn of the sixth-order demon king that Cao Wenjin worked hard for!
However, the things have already been given away, so how can their little Huang Shamen have the capital to bargain with the Yuan Yingqi master.
Therefore, after hearing Zhou Yang's somewhat subtle words, Zhang Yunpeng's expression also changed, and he quickly said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Zhou misunderstood, of course Zhang is satisfied, of course he is satisfied, if Daoist Zhou sees Senior Qingyang again in the future, please remember to represent him."
Zhang and Shamen Huang thank him for his kindness!"
"If there is a chance, of course Zhou will not hesitate to do this small favor for Fellow Daoist Zhang."
Zhou Yang smiled faintly and did not expose him.
Then the conversation changed and he looked at Zhang Yunpeng with sharp eyes and asked: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, I wonder if Fairy Jiang is at the door? Zhou has important matters to discuss with the two fellow Taoists!"