Chapter 494

Sha Lifei was full of complaints and had a lot of anger.

He finally had a clue in his search for the "Corpse Forest," which was the old monks who built the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva statue in that ruined temple.

These old monks practiced bitterly all day long, having long since taken life and death lightly, and everything in the mortal world seemed to have made them lose all interest.

Every day they ate simple food, only maintaining the most basic survival.

How to die? When to die?

They didn't care anymore.

But they wouldn't commit suicide, violating the sect's rules.

These old monks obviously knew some secrets of the "Corpse Forest," but they were impervious to both soft and hard tactics, and no means could extract any words from them.

Sha Lifei thought of a trick.

He spent all day with these old monks.

Whatever the monks ate, Sha Lifei ate.

When the monks meditated, Sha Lifei followed suit.

However, most of the time, he would fall asleep before long. But it was precisely because of this that he discovered something suspicious.

Every time he meditated at night, he always wanted to sleep, so he slept.

But those old monks were truly meditating, always keeping themselves a little sober, absolutely not allowing themselves to fall asleep.

They were afraid of sleeping!

When Sha Lifei discovered this secret,

he also learned the reason that very night...

In his dream, he came to a terrifying place, absurd and eerie, and was watched by many hair-raising things.

Fortunately, after dawn, he woke up.

Only then did those old monks tell the reason.

The "Corpse Forest" does indeed exist, and the reason the ancient battlefield was terrifying was not just because there were many dead people, but also because it was influenced by the "Corpse Forest."

When the monks were building the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva statue, they also discovered this point, but they were not afraid; instead, they were jubilant.

Although the "Corpse Forest" is terrifying, it is also an opportunity.

Practicing in this place can increase blessings and longevity, eliminate calamities, and ensure smooth reincarnation after death. Practitioners can also obtain opportunities and achieve the Dao fruit.

Not only that, the "Corpse Forest" can also protect against enemies and thieves, and can also drive away some evil things born from graveyards.

In short, there are many benefits.

But practicing this method is also extremely difficult, and there are not many who succeed.

The monks went through all kinds of hardships to find the method of the Corpse Forest Protector, and then guarded this place, practicing day after day, year after year.

However, they failed.

How many years have passed, and not one person has succeeded.

One monk after another died of old age, and they had long since despaired.

Some chose to leave this place, but no matter where they went, whenever the night was deep and quiet, they would always dream of entering the "Corpse Forest."

It seems this nightmare has already been bound to them.

Without exception, everyone returned to this place.

At least, there was still a glimmer of hope.

Things have reached this point, and these old monks no longer have any extravagant hopes.

Their only thought is to practice the "Corpse Forest Protector Method" year-round, so that they can receive protection after death and be reincarnated smoothly.

The reason they didn't talk about this matter is, first, they didn't want anyone to follow in their footsteps, and second, they were afraid of inadvertently violating the taboos of the "Corpse Forest."

But in Sha Lifei's view, it was just this group of old monks harboring bad intentions, wanting to see him make a fool of himself.

He was right to look for the "Corpse Forest," but he only wanted to find the entrance, make preparations, and use it to awaken his supernatural ability.

He didn't want to be thrown into it without any preparation.

Lu San, who was beside him, was also full of worry.

He saw it more clearly; these days, Sha Lifei's condition was getting worse and worse, his face pale, his eye sockets black, and his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

Several consecutive days of nightmare torture had already caused problems with his spirit.

Clatter!

Just at this moment, the falcon Lidong flapped its wings and landed.

Lu San took the several bamboo tubes from below, opened them one by one, and after reading them, heaved a sigh of relief, saying: "Yan Yan Xiao Ge Yan has escaped from trouble over there. The first batch of pursuers from the Shu Prince's Mansion has all been cleared, and the Ghost Sect's tracks have been discovered. After dealing with it, he will rendezvous with us."

"I fear the Daoist has touched a big fish over there. We must be prepared to rendezvous with him as soon as possible. Yan Yan Xiao Ge Yan also found a mechanism and wants you to help fill it, handing it to the Daoist for self-defense..."

Listening to the news from afar, Sha Lifei's mood improved a lot.

Especially Li Yan; from the very beginning, Sha Lifei had been by his side, watching the other party walk step by step to the present, and any difficulty seemed to be solvable.

This also gave Sha Lifei a glimmer of hope.

"Let me see what it is?"

Sha Lifei took the copper tube, and after taking it apart and examining it carefully, shook his head and said: "This is a Fangshi mechanism. It was mentioned in the 'Thunder Fire Scripture,' and the Nether Fire Gun borrowed this item."

"We still have some white copper and mysterious iron left. If we make them into needles and soak them in cinnabar and chicken blood, they will have the power to break evil..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly froze for a moment.

It seems that focusing on these things could slightly alleviate the irritability in his heart, and he was no longer so afraid.

"Thief coward, anyway, I can't sleep, just right to work!"

Sha Lifei got up directly, took the copper tube, and walked out.

The house they found was originally built by a martial artist, but it was later abandoned. Because they needed to stir-fry tea, they also took the opportunity to renovate the blacksmith furnace next to it.

Coming to the furnace, Sha Lifei lit the furnace silently, took out the cellar-stored metal from his luggage, and smelted it according to the method obtained from Master Lu in Jinzhou.

He was fully focused, recalling Master Lu's words from back then.

"To refine iron needles, you must first hammer the iron block into thin strips, draw them into wires, and cut them into blanks. Then file the tips, hammer them flat, and drill holes to form the needle shape..."

"The needle blanks also need to be stir-fried for carburizing, and quenched after steaming to make them hard. Finally, carefully polish them..."

"The iron needles used for Dharma artifacts have stricter requirements; the control of the heat, one more point will ruin the material, and one less point will make it impossible to form..."

This Master Lu came from Zezhou Prefecture in Jinzhou.

The ironware craft there is famous in all directions, and there are many inheritances of Mystic Sect craftsmen. Some people even use ironware to make god and Buddha statues, which are majestic, with exquisite craftsmanship, and have remained rust-free for hundreds of years.

Sha Lifei followed him to learn for a period of time and benefited a lot.

Ding, ding, ding!

With the hammering of the iron hammer, sparks flew everywhere.

He suddenly stopped and looked into the distance.

That is the direction of the Xiling Snow Mountain.

He is not a fool either, vaguely feeling that his marriage fate seems to have arrived.

This is something he had never thought about before.

He thought he would wander the martial world for a lifetime, but inexplicably following Li Yan, he began to come into contact with a broader world.

In a lifetime, what is one after?

Sha Lifei never dared to hope for it before.

After all, he was old and had no aptitude. He had struggled and had delusions, but in the end, he was still like those people, full of nonsense, never soft-hearted in cheating and swindling, becoming a so-called old martial world hand.

The proudest time was drinking and bragging, telling those rookies who had just entered the martial world who he had drunk with and who he had met.

The most rampant time was just talking and laughing with this fellow, scolding the emperor, and talking about the gossip of which influential figure.

In the end, it's just muddling along, and a lifetime is just like that.

If he was lonely and helpless when he was old, at most he would pour a bottle of poison and kick his legs.

But he shouldn't have, he shouldn't have, fate opened another door for him.

This is a broader and more wonderful world.

He is not young anymore, and he can't compare to young geniuses like Li Yan and Lu San, but he is not reconciled. Even if he tries his best, he must keep up with the pace, go stir up the wind and clouds, and go make a name for himself!

And Long Yaner. What kind of Gu Sect saintess, she's just a woman who is not young, why can't she carry on the family line for his old Sha family?

And, Long Yaner is also undergoing a tribulation now.

If something goes wrong, the two of them will never be able to meet again in this life.

Why?!

"Melon coward, people die and birds face the sky, I insist on tossing about!"

A burst of anger surged in Sha Lifei's heart, feeling his whole body hot and dry, so he simply took off his upper garment, revealing his knotted muscles, and swung the hammer down fiercely.

Ding!

"Dog days, I insist on living!"

Ding!

"Come on, I'm not afraid of anything!"

Ding!

"I'll hammer you to death!"

The fire was raging, and the hammer hit one after another.

Anger gave birth to courage, and Sha Lifei seemed to have forgotten all fear.

!.

Gradually, he entered a wonderful state.

Sparks flew, becoming slow in his eyes.

The red-hot ironware seemed to be able to feel the texture.

Lu San didn't speak, just guarded by the side, listening to Sha Lifei's cursing and the ding-ding-dang-dang sound of the hammer, until dawn.

After all, he is an ordinary person, and this state of excitement will greatly consume physical strength.

At the same time as the first ray of morning light shone from the horizon.

Sha Lifei raised his head blankly, then fell to the ground with a thud, and just between breaths, he began to snore, sleeping very soundly.

Seeing this, Lu San finally heaved a sigh of relief.

These days, this was the first time Sha Lifei had slept so peacefully.

"Get out, hammer you to death!"

In his sleep, Sha Lifei suddenly cursed, then smacked his lips, continued to turn over, and slept soundly.

"This second fool..."

A long-lost smile also appeared on Lu San's face.

Although he didn't enter a dream, he vaguely realized that this first step of the "Corpse Forest" was to overcome one's own fear.

The ritual he arranged was the same.

The chance of success increased by a few more percent.

Sun rose and sun set, Sha Lifei slept for a whole day until night, and after waking up, he was full of spirit, taking the hammer and continuing to work.

After dawn the next day, the falcon Lidong flapped its wings and flew again, with the finished protective weapon tied to its feet, piercing through the clouds and heading north...

………

Nanchong is located in the northeast of the Sichuan Basin.

During the Xia Dynasty, it was the state of "Youguo," and during the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, it belonged to Liangzhou.

During the Eastern Han Dynasty, the name Nanchong began.

Now it belongs to the Sichuan Administration Commissioner's Office, with Shunqing Prefecture established within its territory, governing Nanchong, Xichong County, and Pengzhou, Yingshan, Yilong County, and Baoning Prefecture governing Physician, Nanbu, and other one prefecture and six counties.

The morning of the Nanchong commoners usually starts with a bowl of rice noodles.

Pure white rice noodles pass through boiling water, topped with sauce, a spoonful of red oil, a spoonful of coriander, a little chopped green onion, and an additional fried dough stick, making for a prosperous new day.

East of Anping Town, a low table, three stools.

Wang Daoxuan occupied one, drank a mouthful of rice noodles, gnawed a mouthful of pot helmet, felt the taste was not enough, and poured some vinegar from Baoning Prefecture, eating until he was sweating profusely.

And beside him, Wu Ba's body was too large, and the small stool couldn't sit, so he simply sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a large pottery basin, slurping into his mouth.

The old man squatting at the door smoking a dry pipe was dumbfounded, "Oh my, this child has a really good appetite. Old woman, go get a few more pot helmets!"

Opposite Wang Daoxuan, a man also sat.

He was born big and thick, wearing a black military robe, bamboo talisman leather armor, a strong crossbow and long spear placed to one side, and several "Heavenly Official Bestows Blessings" victory coins on his chest leather armor, a typical demon hunter outfit.

In front of this man's table, there was also a bowl of rice noodles.

It was full of color, fragrance, and taste, but he had no heart to taste it, looked at Wu Ba who was eating fiercely opposite, then looked at Wang Daoxuan, his voice already carrying a trace of pleading, "Daoist, please be kind, help us with this matter."

Wang Daoxuan didn't pay attention, finished the rice noodles with a slurp, even drank the soup to the bottom, and then wiped his mouth and said: "You tell me, how should I help?"

"I said, that village is not right, it needs to be discussed in the long run, but you guys are good, taking the reward money behind my back to do things."

"Now that people are trapped inside, I don't have this ability."

"Daoist is joking."

The man continued to accompany with a smile: "You are 'Rooster,' after all. Now on the Nanchong road, whoever mentions you must give a thumbs up."

"Hey, forget it."

Wang Daoxuan pretended to be difficult, "I can try, but whether they can be saved depends on their fate, don't blame me."

The man hurriedly cupped his hands, "If Daoist is willing to take action, it is a kindness. If they really can't be saved, it is their fate."

Wang Daoxuan nodded, just about to get up, suddenly discovered the falcon flying from afar, so he said: "You wait here first, I'll be back."

Having said this, he strode into the second floor of the stilted building rented by the villagers, opened the window, and let the falcon fly in.

The man below saw it and was immediately lost in thought.

The great name of "Rooster" first came from Chongqing Prefecture.

Because Li Yan's reputation was too loud before, covering up the light of others, so when Wang Daoxuan came to Nanchong, he also dressed up, making himself look like a Yin-Yang master, and no one connected him with Li Yan.

Today's Wang Daoxuan, with a Daoist practice of three floors, is already the peak that mortals can reach, plus Feng Shui and disaster relief, setting up altars and casting spells, all of which are refined, and soon made a name for himself.

Once provoked, Wu Ba took action directly, and if Wang Daoxuan hadn't stopped him in time, he would have almost torn a Nanchong martial world veteran to pieces.

Wang Daoxuan didn't want to expose his real name, so he gave Wu Ba the title of "Ox."

Ox is the connection, with Yang qi above not yet descended.

Ox is usually honest and capable, but when he gets angry, no one can stop him, which is very appropriate for Wu Ba's temperament.

On the Nanchong Mystic Sect road, many people guessed that there were twelve such people as "Rooster" and "Ox."

Since then, the martial world legend of the "Twelve Yuan Chen" also began to appear.

The falcon Lidong flew into the second floor of the inn, and the demon hunter man naturally saw it, and his guess about this was even more certain in his heart.

He turned his head and looked at Wu Ba who was eating and drinking, and couldn't help but be curious in his heart, "'Rooster' and 'Ox' are already so powerful, I don't know who the rest are?"

Of course, he wouldn't commit a taboo and ask randomly.

And he didn't have this mind either.

In Nanchong, zombies have appeared frequently in recent years.

They count as following Wang Daoxuan to mix food, but because of greed, they took the job that Wang Daoxuan didn't allow them to participate in, and as a result, something went wrong.

Right now, saving people is the most urgent thing.

And in the room on the second floor, Wang Daoxuan took the secret letter, examined it, and then frowned, thinking to himself: The River God Great Lord has already been reincarnated, is it related to those of the Dragon Worship Sect...

If it is really so, then it cannot be easily confronted.

It is better to collect intelligence from the side.

With a plan in mind, Wang Daoxuan immediately waved his brush and splashed ink, wrote about the situation on his side, and then tucked the copper tube into his bosom.

After releasing the falcon, he walked downstairs carelessly.

"Let's go."

"Many thanks, Daoist, I will take you to that village now."

"Who said we are going to the village?"

Wang Daoxuan glanced faintly, "You guys are also stupid, being used by others without knowing it."

"Let's go directly to find the main person!"

(End of chapter)