Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

  Chapter 130 Green Dress Fairy and Elder Lin

  The black light hit by Jiang Li's hand, after submerging into the outer disciple's head, a thin light green transparent line floated in the air to connect Jiang Li's fingers with that disciple's head.

  After waiting for a few minutes, Jiang Li hooked his finger, and the green silk thread pulled the black light that penetrated into the opponent's head, and flew out again.

  This black light is nothing else, it is the unlucky ghost captured by Jiang Li.

  In the late stage of Qi training, Jiang Li can already use the Guimu Jue to induce some little ghosts to serve him.

  And the green line is Gui Mujue's **** to the ghosts. Even if you leave Jiang Li's sea of ​​consciousness, you will not have a chance to escape. You can only help Jiang Li obediently.

  This ghost has a certain mind-reading ability. Although it is not strong, it can be used together.

   Jiang Li hit it into the brains of the disciple in front of him to see if he could read any useful memories.

   Pulling ghosts into the sea of ​​consciousness, some scattered memories were quickly passed on.

  There are not many fragments of memory captured by the ghost, and it is far from being compared with the empathy of May Fly Yimeng.

  It can be seen that ghosts are similar to telecommunications fraud, both of which are bluffs.

  Starting to run the Guanyin Heart Sutra that even one's life can eat, Jiang Li quickly passed through the memory fragment of the disciple in front of him.

  The meaningless and nutritious content is all discarded, leaving only some content that Jiang Li is interested in.

   "The fairy in the green skirt... The name is nice, but does the immortal world also have this kind of contraband?"

  Jiang Li squeezed the two poorly crafted porcelain vases in his hands, still recalling several memory fragments stolen by ghosts.

   Floating when taking the medicine, and muddled when stopping the medicine.

  This is a highly addictive, very malicious and illegal drug.

  It’s okay for the monks who are above the foundation building stage. A strong body can help them resist the erosion and dependence of drugs. As long as the will is firmer, at most, they can get rid of their headaches in the last week.

   But for disciples in the Qi Refining Period, this thing may sink forever. That kind of crazy drug dependence can't be overcome easily.

  Jiang Li looked at one of the eight people lying on the ground after reading the memory fragment.

  Considering for a moment, he finally did not choose to slap him to death, but waved his hand and opened his mouth with aura, took out seven or eight waste pills from his arms, and stuffed him in.

Seeing this disciple's body still twitching and trembling in a coma, his face was originally pale as a serious illness, but he turned black and dark, and his body had begun to exude a disgusting breath, as if he was dying ill. It's like dying anytime.

  This group of people is inhaling the spore powder "Green Skirt Fairy", which is the head of this guy.

  When this tall and thin guy was out on a mission, he met a few casual repairers in a shop, and then he became infected with this "green skirt fairy" problem.

  And how many spirit stones can an outer disciple have?

After    became addicted, just as Jiang Li had heard from the previous life, he ran out of spirit stones and had nowhere to go, and finally started to drag people into the water in order to sell and suck.

  The other seven people lying on the ground were deceived by some means, and finally became infected with the "green dress fairy".

  Thin, tall, this kind of person is nothing short of a pity.

   After these few waste pills, the amount of this erysipelas is enough to cause irreversible trauma to this guy's cultivation base and spiritual roots, and the stubborn erysipelas time is at least a hundred years old.

  He will never turn around in his life until he dies in pain under the torture of erysipelas.

After taking away all the "green spore powder" from them, Jiang Li ignored these guys and continued to walk towards the center of the cemetery.

  Only today, this place where birds don’t **** seems to be extraordinarily lively.

  Far away, Jiang Li saw a tall and tall figure standing in front of him, not knowing what he was doing.

   Could it be that the dead man in this cemetery has changed?

  Jiang Li quickly rejected this idea, because the other party's clothes are neat and tidy, obviously not a dirty zombie.

   But he was not afraid, and walked straight over. This was his target location, and he couldn't just meet someone he didn't know, so he would just retreat.

  The more you walked in, the more familiar Jiang Li felt.

  Isn’t the place where the figure stood, the place where Jiang Li practiced Guimujue back then?

  And this figure is indeed not a zombie. Judging from that figure, it is a middle-aged man with a medium build.

  His robe looks faded from the edges, and it is already washed white.

  Jiang Li had never seen a monk dressed in this way, but with the sense of oppression that came from him, Jiang Li was sure that he was at least a monk in the pill-forming period.

  The other party can easily enter and exit the sect, so there is a high probability that it should be a certain elder in the Tibetan Scripture Valley.

   "The disciples are bothering me when passing by, and I hope the elders will forgive me."

   Jiang Li bowed his hand and stepped forward a few steps, finally seeing the other side's face from the side.

  Facial features look plain, even a little bit old, not like a strong figure. Only a pair of sharp sword eyebrows are facing the sky, which looks heroic.

   "Well, this cemetery is not a good place, don't stay longer, let's go."

  The elder glanced at Jiang Li and reminded him to leave quickly.

   Regarding the other's reminder, Jiang Li didn't care much. For other disciples, this cemetery might suffer from Yin Qi invading the body, but for Jiang Li, it was as kind as returning home.

   "Elder, what are you looking at?"

  Looking along the opponent's line of sight, in the outer cemetery, it was eroded by the yin air to the barren ground. I don't know when fifteen seedlings of trees actually grew.

  In Jiang Li's eyes, these seedlings are even more familiar. He practices Qi every day, and he visualizes the same things.

   "This is... the locust tree."

   "Elder, is there any problem with these locust trees?"

  Jiang Li was a little embarrassed suddenly, knowing what the elder was looking at, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

  It's like the feeling of being discovered after hiding the test paper with a zero score when I was a child.

  The elder glanced at Jiang Li again, perhaps because of his inner disciple’s clothes, he opened his mouth and explained a few words to Jiang Li.

   "This outer cemetery is very dark. I don't know anyone who has made fifteen locust trees of this kind, and they have also been arranged into a Fengshui wood shadow array."

   "Recently, there have been frequent corpses and ghosts in this cemetery, disrupting the outer door, and I don't know who is doing it here and what they are trying to do."

  The elder spoke with a little accent, and looked at the Huai Muzhen in front of him with a serious expression.

  Elder Lin was in the sect, and he had been in retreat all year round and devoted himself to practicing, but recently there have been frequent incidents in the outer cemetery, and many disciples have been injured.

  Zongmen elders and inner disciples naturally have no difficulty in solving these newborn ghosts.

  But the cemetery seems to have been hit with chicken blood recently, and ghosts have been born frequently.

  Others didn’t find out the reason, and they couldn’t really let the foundation-building monks be stationed all year round just for a cemetery. That’s why they invited Elder Lin to let him, a professional, help solve the cemetery’s problems.

  This elder Lin is also really capable. The layout of this outer cemetery was originally designed and improved by him. The rules of stuffing copper coins in the mouth of the dead to suppress corpses were also his opinions to the sect.

  As soon as he was an expert, he quickly found the crux of the problem, and these few locust trees that were planted at an unknown time were the culprit.

  It's just that he still has some doubts. Although these fifteen seedlings are arranged in a Feng Shui wooden Yin array, based on his experience, it should be far from the level of gathering such a concentration of Yin Qi.

  To achieve this situation, at least fifteen locust trees over fifty years old are needed.

   "Is there another mystery in this cemetery?"

  Jiang Li listened, and a drop of cold sweat slipped off his forehead. If he guessed correctly, I'm afraid this matter is really related to him.

   "Ahem, elder, this question, the disciple may be able to answer you."

   Jiang Li secretly scolded himself for having a bad memory, and after thinking about it, he bit his head and said to the other party in embarrassment.

   Then he stretched out his hand and waved, Mu Yin's spiritual energy swayed out.

  Under his aura, the crackling sound of root breaking came from under the ground.

  Jiang Li was stunned, and immediately increased the aura output.

  Then the soil under the fifteen locust tree seedlings suddenly turned up, one by one, a total of fifteen thick locust stakes were pulled out from the ground.

  It's just the sophora wood piles at this time, which are quite different from when Jiang Li was buried in the ground at that time.

  A large number of fine roots grew on the surface of the bark, and the fifteen locust tree seedlings sprouted from these locust tree stumps.

  These sophora wood piles, which once had no roots and leaves, have been reborn under the nourishment of the yin air of the graveyard.

   "Muyin Reiki... You buried these sophora trees?"

  Elder Lin saw this scene, but I still don’t know where the problem was. It turned out that the mystery was buried under the soil.

   "Back to the elders, these sophora trees were buried by the disciples for the purpose of practicing before, but after the disciples worshipped the inner gate, they were busy in cultivation and accidentally... I forgot."

   Jiang Li explained that, Elder Lin was also at a loss for a while, and he thought about feelings too much.

  There is no conspiracy at all. It is just a matter of a disciple who forgot to clean up the mess after practicing.

  If Jiang Li was still a disciple of the outer sect at this time, then this matter would be a huge fault for him, and a random punishment from the sect would make him unable to eat.

  Fortunately, he is now a disciple of Elder He, the first seat of the Fumo Hall, so this matter will only be a misunderstanding that is not worth mentioning.

  "This sophora tree is yin. It is very dangerous to leave these things in the cemetery. Don't be so reckless in the future. You will handle these sophora trees by yourself."

  Sure enough, the elder didn't say much, he just slightly raised a few words to Jiang Li.

   "The disciple knows his mistake, thank you elder."

  Jiang Li released the prisoner dragon lock on his body, shot it out, and tied the fifteen reborn locust trees together.

   After fifteen locust trees are bound to each other, it is almost the size of a hill. In the previous life, large trucks were required to transport it.

  But the prisoner dragon lock was slightly bright, and under Jiang Li's tremendous brute force, he pulled the Sophora wood back in one hand, and then he carried it on his shoulders.

  The soil under his feet was stepped on to sink, but Jiang Li's performance was unusually bland. It seems that this little weight is nothing at all.

  "Are you practicing?"

  Elder Lin watched Jiang Li's behavior, his face couldn't help being slightly involved. It's really rare that the physical training during the physical training period can have such a great power.

After Jiang Li gave an affirmative answer, he couldn't help showing a little bit of regret. But it's not pity Jiang Li, but just in case of oneself.

  Elder Lin has been with the corpses all the time, and he has no idea about the female cultivator's mind, so that he has no clue about matters such as the sons of Taoist priests.

  In addition, in recent years, although he has been practicing hard in retreat, there is still no hope for a breakthrough in practice. He gradually moved the idea of ​​accepting a disciple to inherit what he learned.

  After he left the customs, Gu Zhu told him that there is a disciple of Muyin dual-attribute spiritual root that suits him well, but it was a pity that he missed it because of his retreat, and now he has been defeated by the first gate of Fumotang.

   Such Jiang Li's identity, how could he not guess.

   "Previously, I thought that your use of aura is the dual attribute of Muyin, what is the exercise you have learned? What realm is it currently?"

  Although it is impossible to accept disciples, Elder Lin still asked Jiang Li with concern. After all, there are very few cultivators with Muyin attribute spiritual roots. It is rare to encounter one that can be regarded as some fate. The point is still to be pointed.

   "The disciple is practicing Guimu Jue, and it is only in the late stage of Qi training."

  Jiang Li answered truthfully, his voice was steady, and the heavy burden on his shoulders did not affect him too much.

   "Guimujue? It's a good exercise."

   "Then what you released before was your ghost servant?"

  Elder Lin said, where else Jiang Li could not know, the scene on the edge of the cemetery just now was seen by him using unknown means.

   "Don't worry, a few of them are dead, and I won't blame you for that."

   Seeing Jiang Li's expression change, the elder hurriedly expressed relief and told Jiang Li not to worry about it.

  Jiang Li is naturally not worried about this, but the other party seems to know his own practice very well. This made him a little puzzled.

  "The elder forgives the disciples to take the liberty of asking the elder’s name?"

   "My name is Lin Fengying, you can call me Elder Lin."

  At this time, Jiang Li understood everything. This is the ancestor who once drove the corpse. If it weren't for the retreat, the elder Lin who almost became his master.

   are both Muyin attribute spiritual roots, and the other party will study the other two Muyin attribute exercises in the valley, which is naturally normal.

  Jiang Li quickly put down Sophora wood, bowed and saluted again, and called out.

   "Elder Lin."

  Jiang Li's own master is only good at physical training, it is really difficult to help in Qi training.

  Now I met Elder Lin, how could he let it go, and asked all the problems encountered in the determination of the exercises one by one.

  Elder Lin Fengying is really proficient in this way, and a few words of mention will benefit Jiang Li Didi’s enlightenment a lot.

   And during the conversation, Jiang Li discovered that the other party was actually a master of formation.

Elder   Lin also greatly admired Jiang Li's Muyin Fengshui array at that time. It is said that Jiang Li is absolutely talented in the formation.

   At that time, relying on the superficial teaching of the Outer Sect Chuan Gongtang, he was able to use fifteen locust trees to put up that kind of Feng Shui formation, which was absolutely good that day.

  This is called drowsiness and someone will give pillows.

  Jiang Li has been learning to portray runes for several months, and the basics are fairly good, but he has been suffering from the fact that no one has taught the secrets of the formation, and this has been stagnant and no progress has been made.

  This time I just ran into Elder Lin, and he hurriedly smashed it with a good meal, and got the promise of the other party’s willingness to teach the arrangement of the formation.

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