After passing through four intersections, Xu Junming saw on the right side of the road, a courtyard made of blue-gray stones of varying sizes and thatched with a thatch roof.
There are two old wooden doors at the entrance of the yard, with polished square stones on both sides. The corners are shiny and green in color, and there is no trace of dust. It is obvious that people often sit on them.
There are piles of firewood outside the courtyard wall on the east side of the courtyard gate, and two locust trees are growing vigorously and leafy.
The whole thing looks no different from an ordinary small courtyard in the mountains.
After a brief glance, Xu Junming pointed his sword at the forehead of the corpse at the front and transmitted his voice with his spiritual consciousness.
"Zhu Fu, is this your home?"
A joyful voice sounded from somewhere.
"Reporting to the Taoist Priest, this is the ancestral home of the villain!"
"That's good!"
Xu Junming retracted his fingers, stepped forward and knocked on the door.
Unexpectedly, no one answered for a long time. Just when Xu Junming was impatient and planned to open the door directly and go in, the sound of footsteps approaching from far away began.
After a short time, as the wooden bars on the top of the door were retracted and the wooden wedges inserted into the door were pulled out, a crack was revealed in the closed courtyard door.
A middle-aged man with high cheekbones looked carefully at Xu Junming through the door gap the width of an adult's hand.
Seeing him dressed in Taoist attire, I felt a little relieved.
"Who are you looking for?"
Xu Junming slapped his head on the head.
"The layman invited me, is this Zhu Youfu's home?"
The middle-aged man looked at him again and then said: "Zhu Youfu is my father, what do you want to do with him?"
"The next step is the Taoist exorcist from Maoshan. Today I specially send the body of your fourth brother Zhu Fu back home for burial!"
Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged man's expression changed drastically.
"My fourth brother has died a long time ago, let's go! Bang!"
The door was closed instantly.
Xu Junming's face changed slightly. He had sent seventy-one corpses back home for burial along the way. Anyone whose family members were still there would be grateful to him. He never thought that it would be his turn to make this last trip, but he would be rejected.
"Don't be impatient!"
With a scolding, Zhu Fu's soul, which was bound in the corpse by his corpse rope, instantly calmed down.
"I think that although your brother is not a loyal person, he is not a mean person either. If you refuse to accept it now, there must be a reason for it. I will find an opportunity to help you find out."
"You can show me the way. Let's go to your house first."
"Yes!...Follow this road all the way to the end, then turn left..."
Under the guidance of Zhu Shitou, we walked to the back of the village.
Looking at the house in front of him that was also made of stones and soil, Xu Junming frowned.
"Is this your home?"
"Exactly!"
It was obvious that no one had lived in this lifeless house for a long time.
The courtyard door was ajar, so Xu Junming pushed it open and walked in. The fairly spacious courtyard was piled with shovels, pickaxes and other sundries, and there were grain stores, bullock carts and the like in the corners.
There were dead branches and leaves on the ground. It was obvious that no one had cleaned them for a long time. When you stepped on them, the leaves, which had been drained of moisture by the sunlight, made a crackling sound.
Passing through the courtyard, the door is closed tightly, with yellow paper with damaged corners stuck to the wooden door.
Xu Junming knew that this was a rural area, and something would inevitably happen after someone died in the family.
Compared to the ajar door, the door to the room was actually tied with a chain.
He transferred the mana, activated the 'Demon Slayer Sword Talisman', and raised his finger at the same time, and the iron chain broke with a sound.
A flick of the right hand.
With a hoarse friction sound, the door opened.
A gloomy wind blew out instantly. While Xu Junming frowned, he also saw the black word "Dian" on a white background hanging high in the middle of the hall.
The spiritual tent made of white linen next to it swayed in the wind, and even in broad daylight, it looked a little breathtaking.
The tables, chairs and benches in the main room are arranged neatly, but the strange thing is that they are all wiped clean, as if someone has been cleaning them frequently, which is completely different from the decaying atmosphere of dead branches and leaves in the yard.
Xu Junming glanced around and grasped it with his right hand. After a moment, a trace of blue-gray mist condensed in his palm.
"It's corpse energy again, but it's not too strong."
There was a flash of fire in the palm of his hand. After refining the corpse energy, Xu Junming stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the village shrouded in the rising sun. It should have been full of life and vigor, but now it was peaceful, even with these dead energy.
"I walked through more than a dozen villages along the way, but I didn't expect that I encountered something strange in the end. Well, if it's within my ability, I can get rid of it easily, which can be regarded as accumulating merit!"
Although Xu Junming prides himself that he can achieve the Golden Elixir in the future, or even reach the realm of Nascent Soul. But everything is unforeseen, and even though a golden finger is good, it cannot save his life.
If he is born in the innate stage and has many merits, he can still turn to the ghost realm. Otherwise, if he enters the six realms of reincarnation and is reincarnated, there is no guarantee that he will be a human being in the next life.
More importantly, crises are also opportunities. If he hadn't killed the vixen with all his strength last time, there wouldn't be the ropes that bind the body now.
If there were no ropes to bind the body, we would not be able to get clues about the lightning-strike wood on the top of the church, the silver cross equivalent to a medium-grade magic weapon, and a bronze-armored corpse.
Therefore, if you want to accumulate a substantial net worth in a short period of time, the key is to dare to work hard.
As the old saying goes: A man is not rich without windfall, and a horse is not fat without night grass.
The rope was thrown away and the remaining two corpses were placed aside. Xu Junming sat down cross-legged in the middle of the hall.
He reached into his arms and took out a palm-sized blue and white porcelain vase.
Unlock the seal on it, pull out the plug, and roll out a beige pill the size of a peanut.
He raised his hand and swallowed the pill into his stomach, and a wave of heat quickly spread from his stomach.
Carrying Zhou Tian, refining this medicinal power, a faint white fluorescence rushed straight from his Yintang to the heavenly spirit!
After about half an hour, all the strange phenomena calmed down, and Xu Junming also opened his eyes.
He glanced at the porcelain bottle in his hand, felt the growing mana in his Dantian, and frowned slightly.
"I have refined 92 of the 100 Huangya Pills, but the area of the Dantian is only two acres and six points, and the improvement is getting slower and slower. It seems that after taking this Huangya Pill, I am still far away from the middle stage of Xiantian."
There is some distance.”
Even so, his cultivation speed is already fast enough. Without the elixir, it would have taken him five years to reach his current state.
After reciting the Calming Mantra silently and calming down, Xu Junming took out a transparent bead the size of a child's fist. A white flame the size of a little finger was burning quietly inside.
Holding both hands in the palm of the hand, the consciousness communicates with the light blue 'flame talisman' in the Dantian. Visible to the naked eye, countless light red flame streams gather from all directions, fly into the transparent beads, and are absorbed by the white flames inside.
The more fire spiritual power is absorbed, the larger the white flame will be, and the richer the blue color of the flame heart will be.
Proud of Xu Junming's profound understanding of the Way of Fire, the progress of the 'Purple Spirit White Fire' is quite good. In just a short time of looking for the moon, there are faint signs of entering the middle level of Dongzhen.