The dark mist in the evening disappeared in the northern setting of the mountain, and the last syllables of Ding's morning bell disappeared.
The light beams of morning light scattered over the Bei Luoshan Mountain, making the maple leaves on the Bei Luo Mountain a golden color.
The shadows dispersed, and the sides of the depression quickly became brighter.
In the small courtyard, sunlight spreads through the gaps between the big locust trees, illuminating the many mottled and cracked bluestone slabs.
The small courtyard that originally had a decaying atmosphere has been completely renewed.
Although it still looks dilapidated, at least it's not as gloomy as it was at the beginning.
Ding Xie turned his back to the patio and sat at the table in the middle hall.
After all, I didn't do anything last night. I was at least looking for information and knowing myself and the enemy.
So later Ding Xie and Tu Shanjun returned to the small courtyard from the Houshan Ancestral Hall.
After returning, Ding Xie handed a thin booklet to Tu Shanjun.
‘Spirit Demon Death-Enduring Technique.’
It is indeed homologous to the blood killing technique.
Counting the spirit-demon fusion technique he initially acquired, Tushanjun has mastered three evil techniques.
These techniques can only be described as weird.
The Fusion Foundation Technique has huge limitations but can quickly create Qi Practitioners in batches.
And this technique can actually keep the physical body active after death.
Even if the Yin Shen is destroyed, the physical body left in the human world can continue to move.
Tu Shanjun has just come into contact with the death-resistant technique and has only scratched the surface of it. He is not a genius, so it is naturally impossible for him to understand all the techniques at a glance.
On the desk are thick jade slips, all of which are records related to the ghost.
Ding Xie flipped through the pages quickly. With the discernment and mental power of a foundation-building monk, these were just drizzle.
Tu Shanjun was sitting on the other side of the table, also looking at the jade slips.
In fact, I didn't feel that much of a violation at first, but then I started to feel a little strange.
The ancestor of the Ding family did not seem to actively resist, so he allowed the two of them to go to the forbidden area of the ancestral hall.
"Brother Ding, do you think your ancestor took that spiritual fluid?"
Tu Shanjun suddenly mentioned it.
Ding Xie's movements paused, and his serious expression changed a bit.
He frowned slightly and said, "That makes sense!"
…
Even if you ask the other party, they may not be able to tell you.
It doesn't matter whether you take it or not.
Based on the old guy's caution, he probably didn't take any food.
Maybe the other party just wanted to use their help to eliminate this serious problem for the Ding family.
After all, the spiritual liquid has its own characteristics, but the spirit demon death-resistant technique is a real and profound technique, and it is not connected with the so-called magic weapon, which is enough to serve as the foundation of the town clan.
All in all, you should still be on guard when you should be on guard.
There is also a Jindan Yin Shen in the soul flag. Although his strength has regressed a lot compared to when he was alive, he is still a master of the elementary level of Jindan, and he can serve as a backup sibling.
…
Another day to go.
There were not many jade slips about that thing, and the two of them almost tore them apart day and night.
Finally, we decided on a way to defeat it with force.
This is also because I want to find some evidence to endorse this behavior.
When doing things, there is a big difference between having confidence in your heart and not having it in your heart.
It's a pity that I couldn't find the trace of this thing.
Without the details of the foot, it is difficult to prescribe the right medicine.
In fact, you should ask people from the Lingmo Sect. After all, the seals on the wine bottles are the Lingmo Sect's spells. Their people might know how to crack this thing.
The complicated thoughts were easily dismissed by Tu Shanjun.
Asking the Lingmo Sect about this matter is like a meat bun beating a dog, and there is no return.
Besides, there are no channels.
So it was just a scene in my mind, and it was regarded as a crooked thought and a bad idea.
We still have to wait until the daylight is gone.
The two of them took their seats.
Tu Shanjun twisted the pages and flipped through the scroll in his hand.
They looked at each other in silence, only the sound of rustling books was left.
a long time.
"Bata."
Big tears fell on the jade slip.
Then it was like the beans were poured out.
Even though Tu Shanjun was sitting opposite Ding Xie, he still seemed not to notice him and made no movement.
They say that men don't talk about tears easily, but in fact they just haven't reached the point of sadness.
At this time, any words are useless and any actions can only increase embarrassment.
The best thing is to do nothing, act as if nothing happened, and just keep doing what you need to do.
Everything is just silent crying.
I don’t know how long it took, but most of the jade slips were wet.
Ding Xie wiped away his tears and did not stop his work.
Neither of them spoke, still waiting quietly for nightfall to fall.
This time there was only a group of three people left.
The elders of the Ding family are waiting on the other side.
Even the clan elders who originally followed them into the ancestral hall backed down.
Even if the ancestor of the Ding family did not ask, they did not take the initiative to go there.
When other family members asked what happened, they remained silent and did not give any answers.
In fact, they didn't know how to talk about this matter at all, and with their ancestor's request, they could only let the matter rot in their stomachs.
Maybe after the ancestor and the strange ghost cultivator kill the ghosts in the ancestral hall, they can talk about this matter as a casual conversation.
Forget it now.
The matter has not yet settled, and I don't know if it will end safely.
After walking again, they were already familiar with the road. As the formation opened, the three of them returned to the ancestral hall.
Ding Chuanli looked at Tu Shanjun, then at Ding Xie, slightly cupped his hands and said: "In any case, thank you fellow Taoist for your help. The Ding family acknowledges the kindness of fellow Taoist."
Since he left home last time, Ding Xie has become more and more indifferent to his family members. Even if he knew that his ancestor was paying tribute to Lord Tushan at this time, Ding Xie took a step aside without any expression.
Tu Shanjun returned the favor and said, "Please do your best, fellow Taoist Ding."
Since someone greets you with a smile, it's not easy to reach out and hit him. Instead, he should simply return the favor politely. As for the so-called favor, Tushanjun just listens to it.
Regardless of his Jindan cultivation or the relationship between Banner Master and the Ding family, they have nothing that needs the Ding family's help.
As long as the Ding family does not go to Yangcheng to report their location, Tushanjun will burn incense.
The ancestor of the Ding family nodded.
This thing in the ancestral hall has been raised for too long and has become a future trouble. They will definitely do their best to kill it.
Although Ding Xie offended Tu Shanjun by mistake, at least they are still on the same front now, and they should go all out.
Get incense and add incense.
As the clear smoke floated up, there was a drink.
"Edict!"
The seal is formed.
The mana turns into rays of light and shoots out on the formation, like the spiritual position of the mountains moving, quickly moving to both sides.
"Keng!"
The sound of chains being dragged was heard.
"Boom."
The patio above has already been opened, waiting for the moonlight above to shine down.
Before coming here, Tu Shanjun was worried about Ding Xie's condition. If he was concerned about it, it would be better not to take action. Now it seems to be pretty good.
The voice is already close, waiting for the moonlight to guide it.
At this time, dark clouds floated overhead, covering half of the light.
Tushanjun's eyes are filled with golden light.
The fingernail scratched, and a drop of blood was stimulated from the patio and turned into blood light.
A loud bang exploded in the sky, scattering the clouds.
Bring back the moonlight.
Draped on the ghost's body, it reveals its tall figure.