Slowly walking to the hut that he visited last time with a very "underworld" temperament, Jiang Beiran raised his hand and knocked on the door twice.
Then there was just a "squeak" sound, and the wooden door opened automatically.
Looking inside, the decoration in the house is still so hellish, and even this time blood is still seeping out of the walls. I don't know if the cabin is terminally ill, or if there is something strange embedded in the wall.
At this moment, a flame suddenly ignited and ignited the candle on the table.
"Please give me a greeting card before you come next time."
Tang Jingran's voice was still so cold, without any emotion at all.
After hearing this, Jiang Beiran saluted and said, "Sorry, I'm rude. Can I come in now?"
"Can."
"Thank you."
Jiang Beiran nodded, asked Lingdang to stay outside, and walked into the hut with Mo Xia.
When Mo Xia came in, Tang Jingran took a look at him and instantly understood who gave the ghost cultivation method to Jiang Beiran last time.
Sitting at the table, Jiang Beiran first glanced at the ferocious kid who was still holding her neck tightly, and then asked Tang Jingran: "It seems that your taming has not been effective."
"Because he still refused to tell me why he died."
Because he had been taught a lesson by Jiang Beiran last time, the kid was still a little frightened when he saw Jiang Beiran, but the hands tightly holding Tang Jingran's neck did not relax at all.
Seeing this, Jiang Beiran used his mental power to examine Tang Jingran's body, and said: "As a partner, I have to remind you that your body is severely damaged internally. If you continue to let this brat pester you like this
If you do, you will probably die."
"I am a dead person."
'grass!'
Jiang Beiran never expected that Tang Jingran would give him such an answer.
Although Tang Jingran didn't look like a normal person from head to toe, from the inside out, including her voice, Jiang Beiran had always thought that she just had a personality, and never expected that she was actually a dead person.
So is she resurrected through a corpse... or is she dead but not frozen? In addition, why can she stay alive in this form and even practice...
For a time, a large number of questions emerged in Jiang Beiran's mind, but the thing he wanted to express most was...
'This is a damn ghost cultivator. It's genuine and can be replaced as fake.'
But Jiang Beiran also knew that these questions should not be asked casually, so he sorted out his disrupted thoughts and continued.
"Okay, as I didn't say, there are two things I want you to help me with this time. First, do you know what's so special about the ghost behind me?"
In fact, when Tang Jingran entered from Jiang Beiran, she noticed a crane-robed ghost following another man.
So after hearing Jiang Beiran's question, Tang Jingran replied: "What is the special feature you are referring to?"
In fact, judging from the fact that Tang Jingran didn't react when he brought the crane-robed ghost into the house, Jiang Beiran felt that he might not gain much today.
Now that I hear Tang Jingran asking herself this question, I feel even more disappointed.
Because various manifestations indicate that Tang Jingran has obviously never seen such a ghost.
So Jiang Beiran turned his attitude of asking for advice into academic discussion and described: "First, he can't speak. Second, he can teach people skills. Third, he can kill ghosts, and he is very difficult to deal with."
The devil."
After hearing this, Tang Jingran replied: "Then his cultivation level may have been very high during his lifetime."
"Maybe?" Jiang Beiran was obviously not satisfied with such an uncertain answer.
"Yes." Tang Jingran nodded, "My master once taught me..."
'There is actually a master?'
When he heard Tang Jingran say the word "master", Jiang Beiran was confused again. He had just learned from Tang Jingran last time that all ghost cultivators were lone wolves, so why did a master appear now?
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Jiang Beiran continued to listen to what Tang Jingran said.
"The more powerful a cultivator is in life, the more things will be sealed after turning into a ghost, such as memories, language, skills, insights, etc., everything will disappear, and usually he will act based on his obsessions or preferences during his lifetime.
"
'I see……'
After listening to Tang Jingran's explanation, Jiang Beiran felt that everything was logical.
‘It seems that the crane-robed ghost must have been a very powerful person during his lifetime and reached the pinnacle of Go.’
"Then...is there any way to awaken his memory?" Jiang Beirang tried to ask.
"I don't know." Tang Jingran's answer was still so straightforward.
"Thank you for your advice, then the second thing." Jiangbei Ran Moxia said, pushing it to the table, "I hope you can teach him how to practice."
"I never teach people."
"How about extra money?"
"Add as much as you want."
'It's so real...'
Making a complaint in his mind, Jiang Beiran thought for a moment and replied: "How about five low-grade earth-level spiritual stones, plus a yellow-level spiritual elixir of your choice?"
"make a deal."
"Okay, now that the deal is concluded, I have to make two demands."
"Can."
"First, the price I gave is not low, so what I want is not only to teach him the four auras of ghost cultivation, but also to teach him how to control ghosts and possess people. This is reasonable."
"Reasonable."
"Two, help him subdue a ghost general and assist him in fighting. The best thing is... you should understand what I mean."
"I don't understand."
"..."
'I am communicating with the dead, I am communicating with the dead, I am communicating with the dead...'
After convincing himself in his mind, Jiang Beiran continued: "I mean, it's best to make this crane-robed ghost his ghost general, okay?"
"I try my best."
"Okay, it would be nice if you said this."
For people who don't have prompts in this kind of system at all... Oh, dead man, Jiang Beiran is at ease, so there is no need to say anything more.
"Mo Xia, from now on she will be your teacher on the path of ghost cultivation."
"Yes! Thank you Master."
Although this place is a bit old, dark, strange, and full of ghosts, Mo Xia, who has lived in the swamp for a long time, has long been accustomed to this environment. So there is no problem at all.
After both things were settled, Jiang Beiran looked at Tang Jingran and said, "Okay, you can tell me your request, which yellow-level pill you want."
"Zhicao Dan."
When Jiang Beiran heard Tang Jingran's request, he was stunned for a moment, and then felt that her request was extremely reasonable.
The function of Zhicao Dan is to rejuvenate dead flesh and specialize in treating stubborn diseases and old injuries.
If Tang Jingran is really a dead person...this Zhicao Pill can completely make her body "alive".
"No problem, it's just... if you want to completely rejuvenate your body and maintain it forever, one Zhicao Dan is not enough."
"It doesn't matter."
"..."
'It seems you have to be direct when communicating with the dead.'
"What I mean is, if you want more Zhicao Dan, you can trade it with me."
"Okay, I'll find you when I want to change."
"Then it's settled." After Jiang Beiran said that, he stood up and patted Mo Xia's shoulder and said: "Since you want to become stronger, don't cry and stick to it. Of course, if you give up one day, you won't be able to do it."
You can send me a letter and I will come to pick you up."
After hearing this, Mo Xia immediately saluted and said, "I will never let Master down!"
"Okay." After Jiang Beiran said that, he patted Mo Xia's shoulder twice and walked out of the hut.
"Remember to send a greeting note first when you come back next time."
Just when Jiang Beiran was about to walk out of the hut, Tang Jingran's cold voice suddenly came from behind him.
"remembered."
After Jiang Beiran finished speaking, he closed the door.
"Master...Master, you have come out."
Just when Jiang Beiran was about to take out the cirrus tube, he noticed that Xia Lingdang's legs were shaking badly.
In doubt, Jiang Beiran asked: "Can you also see those ghosts?"
After hearing this, Xia Lingdang got excited all over, and replied with a trembling voice: "Master... Master, you... don't scare me, I can't see anything."
"Then why are you shaking?"
"This, this, this place is very sinister... even scarier than... than the mass graves behind my village."
Jiang Beiran understood as soon as he heard that this place was no problem for people with strong mental power like him and Mo Xia, but if the mental power was not strong enough, even Lu Yangyu, who was the Xuan King, would be frightened when he came, and even more so.
Not to mention Xia Lingdang, who just started practicing.
Seeing Xia Lingdang shaking more and more as she talked, Jiang Beiran quickly blew out the auspicious clouds and took her away from here.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
After Jiang Beiran drove the clouds away from the "underworld" hut, Xia Lingdang finally slowly recovered, and the shaking was no longer so severe.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Beiran handed over a cup of hot tea and said, "Sorry, I didn't consider you. If you feel uncomfortable next time, you can tell me."
"No, no, it's not the master's fault." Xia Lingdang waved her hand, "It's my fault for being cowardly, I'm so useless..."
"This has nothing to do with being timid. Anyway, if you encounter a situation like this that makes you uncomfortable in the future, don't hold it back and tell me."
"Yes...thank you, master." Xia Lingdang said as she took the tea cup.
Looking at the host who took out another volume of books and started to read them, Xia Lingdang sighed in her heart while drinking tea.
Although the host seems to be aloof to strangers, he actually has a very kind heart and is always silently making preparations for everyone who needs him.
'I really found a good host.'
…
At Yinshi, after Jiang Beiran got a little more [Soul Capture], the ten system options were maxed out again.
Without any hesitation, Jiang Beiran directly drove the cloud to find a valley and descended down.
'Um?'
When he landed, Jiang Beiran was surprised to find that there were actually people living in the valley, and there was an entire village of people.
The reason why he was surprised was that this valley was obviously not suitable for human habitation. There was no fertile land suitable for growing food, and there was no water source.
It was precisely because this place was obviously not suitable for human habitation that he chose to stay here.
Seeing an old man at the entrance of the village who was so thin that he was only skin and bones from a distance, Jiang Beiran took out a set of shabby linen clothes from the Qiankun Ring and handed it to Xia Lingdang: "Go to the village and find out what's going on."
"yes!"
This was not the first time Xia Lingdang had done this kind of spying, so after changing her clothes very skillfully, she ran to the village.
After about a cup of tea, Xia Lingdang hurried back.
"Master... Master, it's not good, the people in this village are so hungry that they want to eat their children!"
Jiang Beiran sighed after hearing this, took out a bag of cakes from the Qiankun Ring and handed it to Xia Lingdang: "Go and distribute it to the villagers."
"Yes! I'm going right now!"
"etc."
Hearing his master calling him to stop, Xia Lingdang quickly stopped and said, "Does my master have any other instructions?"
"Take these with you." Jiang Beiran said and threw a Qiankun Ring towards Xia Lingdang: "These are full of water bags. Do you remember how to use the Qiankun Ring?"
"Remember! Remember! I'll go then."
Seeing Xia Lingdang's back gradually disappearing, Jiang Beiran let out another long sigh.
Just as he thought, this valley had neither land nor water, so there was no other possibility to live here except waiting for death.
As for why they live in such a desolate place where rabbits don't poop, Jiang Beiran can basically guess a lot. After all, he has seen too much.
This time, it took about a stick of incense before Xia Lingdang finally ran back.
After bowing to Jiang Beiran, Xia Lingdang lowered her head and said: "I'm sorry, Master, those villagers had to kneel down to me after eating the cakes and drinking water, and pulled me to prevent me from coming back, so I just
Coming back so late..."
"Didn't any villagers follow you?"
"I...I ran fast, but they couldn't catch up."
Jiang Beiran nodded after hearing this, indicating that he understood.
"Master... there is one more thing."
"explain."
"Many people in the village are sick... and they are almost dying."
After hearing this, Jiang Beiran put on a Taoist robe, took out a whisk from the Qiankun Ring and said, "Let's go, take Pindao to see."
Xia Lingdang immediately grinned after hearing this. She knew that her master had the best heart.
Following Xia Lingdang to the entrance of the village, before the two of them entered, they heard a voice shouting.
"The female Bodhisattva is back! The female Bodhisattva is back!"
Immediately afterwards, I saw a group of people rushing towards Xia Lingdang.
"Everyone, please give way, everyone, please give way. This gentleman is here to treat the people in the village."
When the villagers saw Jiang Beiran's kind-faced and fairy-like demeanor, they quickly moved aside, knelt on the ground and shouted: "The gods have appeared! The gods have appeared!"
After passing through the crowd, Jiang Beiran turned around and asked, "Who knows where all the patients are."
At this time, a young man in the village who was still relatively strong stood up and shouted: "I will take you there!"
Seeing the Taoist leader nodding in agreement, the young man immediately took Jiang Beiran into the village.
After entering the village, a sense of desolation hit us. Although there were so many people living there, there was no smoke at all.
Skinny children were hiding behind the house or looking at him curiously from the window, without any covering on their bodies.
Although he had seen many such villages, Jiang Beiran still couldn't help but sigh.
There is no Peach Blossom Spring. Those people who stay away from their hometown for various reasons and hide in the wilderness of the valley will only end up starving to death or freezing to death.