Chapter 58 Dilong Villa, a corpse chapter in Jiuyou Long Night!
The pool of blood is churning, murderous intent is rising to the sky.
The dog-headed Taoist priest came back to life, opened his scarlet eyes, was nine feet tall, and had sharp teeth.
After many days of hard work, the dog-headed Taoist priest was finally trained.
"Greetings to the Dharma Master!"
The dog-headed Taoist priest looked at Zi Yuan and then knelt down on one knee.
"Not bad." Zi Yuan nodded with satisfaction.
The dog-headed Taoist priest can communicate with yin and yang, and can escape from the earth, swallow fire, enter water, and breathe wind.
The strength is equivalent to that of a Taoist priest who is new to Qi refining, and more importantly, the cost is not too high.
The dog-headed Taoist priest has a naked body, his muscles are tangled, and he is unusually strong.
"Huh?" Zi Yuan's expression changed drastically, and he quickly grabbed the dog-headed Taoist priest's hand.
I saw a thin black line on the dog-headed Taoist priest's palm.
The black line slowly squirmed and extended up the arm.
"Song Lin, do you know what this is?"
"What?"
"The black line extends to the heart. The dog-headed Taoist priest has almost reached the end of his life, about three months."
Taoist Ziyuan sighed: "I have been practicing for two hundred years. I have made ear-reporting boys, willow tree ghosts, and locust tree ghosts for Taoist temples. These are the most difficult Taoist soldiers I have ever encountered."
The world of Taoism is moving forward, and it is not about clinging to the old and cherishing the old Taoism of the predecessors as a treasure.
Almost every Taoist temple has experienced Taoist priests who know Taoism very well and can improve it.
"Is the lifespan short? This is not cost-effective. It should be possible to improve." Song Lin said.
"The cost of a dog-headed Taoist priest is 200 Taoist skills. If he can only live for three months, the cost is too high. This is a fatal flaw. It may be that the current climate is very different from that in ancient times."
Zi Yuan threw his notes to Song Lin.
"Take it back and have a look. If you have any opinions, please don't let them out."
Zi Yuan suddenly thought of something and handed over a box: "This is the land deed of the farm at the foot of the mountain."
"Thank you, Taoist Master."
Song Lin took the object and flew to the manor at the foot of the mountain outside the city.
Looking at Song Lin's leaving figure, Taoist Priest Ziyuan smiled.
This was a temptation for him. If the dog-headed Taoist priest's refining method spread, he would kill him at any cost.
What I just said about the temple owner was intentional, to test whether this person was the kind of idiot who was brainwashed by the Taoist temple.
Song Lin flew above the manor, and the tenants below were already used to the scene above them.
The village is famous for its name, Longzhuang.
Song Lin came to the mansion. It was a good size, it was a courtyard house, with a total of five entrances, but there was no one inside.
Pushing open the door, there is a small courtyard behind the door, walking through many corridors, and arriving at the residence.
Since it is a residence where Taoist priests live, it is generally equipped with a quiet room for practicing martial arts, an alchemy room, a weapon refining room, and a medicine storage room.
The back door is a large open space at the foot of the mountain, where you can practice spells.
Song Lin was very satisfied after seeing it. It was very spacious and quiet enough.
Boom!
"Is Taoist Master Song Lin here?"
An old man shouted loudly at the gate.
Wow!
Song Lin suddenly appeared in front of the old man, startling him.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Uncle Liu. I am a handyman at the Government Hall and the housekeeper of Dilong Village. I am here to report the situation to you."
Uncle Liu was holding an account book.
Dilongzhuang has a total of 2,000 acres of paddy fields and 50 acres of spiritual fields. The spiritual fields belong exclusively to Taoist priests and ordinary people have no jurisdiction over them.
For ordinary fields, the government office usually sends servants to act as stewards.
Fifty percent of the yield per mu was given to the Taoist priests, 30% was handed over to the Taoist temple, and the remaining 20% was left to the tenant farmers.
Despite the low 20%, many people are vying to become tenants of the Taoist temple.
An ordinary field can only harvest about 200 kilograms.
There are Taoist priests in the Taoist temple who specialize in making fertilizers and can produce more than a thousand kilograms per mu.
We are not afraid of droughts, floods, or locust plagues. It is too late to snatch away such worry-free land.
"Okay, I understand." Song Lin waved his hand, and Uncle Liu stepped back.
These are all retired handymen from the Taoist temple. Now they are out in the countryside, which is considered a good ending.
Return to the secret room.
Song Lin took out the refining method of the dog-headed Taoist priest, which is called "Jiuyou Long Night Corpse Resurrection Chapter"
You don’t need to look at the first hundred kinds, but the last one can only keep a Taoist soldier alive for three months.
"If we add the Taiyin Form Refining Method, wouldn't it be able to solve the lifespan problem?"
Song Lin has been thinking about this issue since just now.
The difference between Tao soldiers and rampant soldiers is that Tao soldiers are living bodies and can exist for a long time. They do not need to consume infuriating energy to live.
Thinking of this, Song Lin closed his eyes and returned to Xiuyue World.
I stayed outside for almost a month.
This is the sixteenth year of Taixu Mingjing.
The comparison of the speed of time here is one to thirty. Twelve days outside, one year inside, and twelve years in the human world.
Taixu Mirror, Jade Guilin.
Moon patterns appeared between Song Lin's eyebrows, and the moonlight lingered around him like an elf.
The body surface condenses into a transparent glass substance.
Through the bone mirror, it can be seen that the true energy has completely turned into the color of mutton-fat white jade, exuding a faint shimmer.
After a long time, the success is achieved.
A catalog of monsters formed by red cinnabar runes is suspended in the void.
Turn over a few pages.
Name: Song Lin
Category: Xiuyue Yiren
Realm: Hunyuan stage (four-fifths of the progress of Qi refining)
Daoxing: one hundred and eighty years
Supernatural powers: Taiyin Golden Eyes, Taiyin Soul Fence, Taiyin Underworld Evil Ghost Glazed Body... "Taiping Xuanke Art of Purifying True Qi", "Art of Refining Dead Souls"
It is no exaggeration to say that Song Lin is definitely one of the strongest monks in the world now.
Perhaps the only one who can compare with him is the mysterious wizard leader.
Not far away, one hundred and twenty soldiers were in full swing refining moon bricks.
Song Lin took one look and then descended to earth.
Desert.
A group of cavalrymen with small whips, small eyes and red cheeks, and wearing sheepskin shorts, whistling whistles and riding horses, poured into the Han village.
Fires broke out in the villages, and the Huns' cavalry burned, killed, looted, and slaughtered the Han people like pigs and dogs.
"Go back to camp!!"
The leading centurion shouted.
He sat on horseback, tied a rope around the villagers' necks, then galloped the horse and dragged the people to the ground.
These corpses are also kept as sacrifices to the gods.
For killing people with such cruel methods, the cavalryman felt no guilt at all.
For them, there is no difference between Han Chinese and two-legged sheep. They are both equally docile and can be used as food rations when they are hungry.
At this time, a group of Han cavalry came from afar.
"No! It's a Han dog!"
When he saw the flag in the crowd, the centurion's face turned ashen.
This is the flag of Dou Xian, the Han general.
This man is simply the nightmare of the Huns.
Soon, the army overwhelmed the Huns cavalry.
Dozens of people were captured.
"Haha, keep alive and send them all to the mountain."
The middle-aged man on the exotic horse from the Western Regions smiled and said, this man is Dou Xian, and he is also the minion of the Zhongmiao Sect who controls the imperial court.
Dou Xian patted the shoulder of the soldier next to him: "It's just you. I'll send you to the mountain in a moment."
The soldier trembled and his face turned pale, as if there were some monsters on the mountain.
Mountain.
The soldiers and their men escorted dozens of Huns prisoners up the mountain.
It was clearly broad daylight, but it was as dark as night underneath.