The five-power god of the world of gods and ghosts!

Chapter 23 Doubt!

"Is it possible that Mr. Liu doesn't believe that poor people can succeed?"

Seeing the hesitation on Mr. Liu's face, the tall and thin Taoist's expression suddenly changed, and there was a trace of displeasure in his tone.

"Daozhang Zhong is overly worried. It's not that I don't believe in his ability. It's just that I don't know whether my son will live or die, and the risk of this matter is very high. How about we discuss it in detail after my son wakes up?"

Faced with the obvious dissatisfaction in the tall and thin Taoist's words, Mr. Liu didn't seem to take it too seriously, and he still looked friendly and cheerful.

"Forget it, since Mr. Liu has doubts in his heart, I won't try to force him any more, but it's better to do it sooner rather than later. Otherwise, once the sinister heart is alerted, the whole family may be implicated."

Seeing Master Liu's desolate appearance, the tall and thin Taoist was angry and at the same time, his words could not help but reveal a hint of threat.

"Haha, Taoist priest, please don't worry. If Quanzi wakes up tonight, I will definitely give an explanation to Taoist priest Zhong tomorrow at the latest."

After hearing this, Mr. Liu's mung bean-sized eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, but his expression soon returned to normal, still smiling.

"It's getting late. The Taoist priest is very tired today."

"Come here, take Mr. Zhong down for dinner."

With that said, Mr. Liu bowed his hands to the tall and thin Taoist, then called the boy outside the door and asked him to take the tall and thin Taoist out of the study.

"Master, haven't you always wanted to find a mage?"

"I asked around in Yixing County, and this Daochang Zhong has some real abilities."

As soon as the tall and thin Taoist walked out of the study, an old man with gray hair walked in through the side door at the back of the study and stood before Master Liu with a respectful look on his face.

"Huh~ I just want to find someone to worship! I don't want to be taken advantage of, and I don't want to be regarded as a rich man from the countryside who has never seen the market."

"How dare you threaten me? You're such a ungrateful person. If I don't retain this person to some extent, I must let him know how to write the word "death"."

Thinking of the arrogant attitude of the tall and thin Taoist just now, Mr. Liu's round and fat face could not help but look ferocious at this moment. With the force of his short, round and fat hands, several clearly visible fingerprints were suddenly pinched out of the armrest of the seat.

"By the way, how are you doing about what I asked you to ask about? Are those muddy legs really healed?"

After a while, after calming down the anger in his heart, Mr. Liu stood up and looked at the old man in front of him solemnly.

"As far as I'm concerned, Master, the Taoist who stayed at Old Man Liu's house did indeed have some real abilities. The mud-legged man who followed the young master up the mountain that day was indeed rescued."

"I heard that the Taoist is from Jiufeng Mountain in Qianzhou, and his name is Wutong!"

"yes."

As the old man explained, Mr. Liu subconsciously stretched out his hand to rub his round chin, his eyes flickering and his face full of deep thought.

"I heard that the old Taoist priest planned to stay at his house that day. Is that what happened?"

After a while, Mr. Liu changed the subject and looked steadily at the old man in front of him, with a frightening cold light shining in his eyes.

"This"

"That's what happened."

Facing Mr. Liu's gaze that was as if it were real, an unknown pressure suddenly rose in the old man's heart. His body trembled, and after a while, his forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat.

"Hmph~ Why do you keep this kind of trash who has little success but more than enough failure?"

"Hehe. Send it to my room tonight! Let me cook it myself."

Having said this, Mr. Liu couldn't help but laugh strangely, and there was even a hint of bloodthirsty in his eyes.

"Yes" "Sir, do you think you want to invite those people from the Five Passages to come to your house?"

Looking at Mr. Liu, who had an abnormal look on his face and a strong evil aura around him, the old man's eyes were full of fear, but he didn't dare to show it at all on the surface.

"You don't need to worry about this matter. I will personally go and invite you tomorrow morning."

"By the way, there is also the Taoist priest named Zhong. He has sent people to keep a close eye on him. It will be fine if my son can wake up tonight. Otherwise, I will have to chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs."

At the same time, in the small courtyard of Old Han Liu’s house.

After eating the lunch prepared by Old Man Liu, Deng Yang immediately returned to the room.

After concentrating on it, looking at the few milky white spiritual lights in the lamppost of the ancient bronze lamp, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Although he had known for a long time that collecting these 'good fruits' was not easy, after a whole morning of busy work, the harvest was very little, which still made Deng Yang feel a little bit discouraged.

The origin of this ancient bronze lamp is quite mysterious. Every time the soul faces this lamp, Deng Yang will have an inexplicable intuition in his heart. However, when he senses it carefully, he will find that there is nothing.

For example, after collecting the first bit of 'good fruit' last night, Deng Yang suddenly had an inexplicable understanding of this ancient bronze lamp.

The lamp post of this ancient bronze lamp is an external manifestation of its energy scale. When the lamp post is filled with 'good fruits', it will turn into a drop of lamp oil.

However, according to the size ratio of these 'good fruits', at least thousands of 'good fruits' are needed to fill the scale in the lamppost.

This result undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to Deng Yang.

After all, judging from this morning's harvest, it is almost impossible to collect so many 'good fruits' in just four months.

Thinking of this, Deng Yang couldn't help but be filled with despair and powerlessness.

This feeling of hope being right in front of him but unable to grasp it almost made him angry and crazy.

Just when the anger surged in Deng Yang's heart and his soul was in turmoil, deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, the wick of the ancient bronze lamp flickered in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

As an invisible energy spread rapidly, Deng Yang suddenly felt like a spring breeze blowing on his face, his mind became clear, and his anger suddenly disappeared.

"Call for danger!"

After a while, when the spirit and soul were stabilized again, Deng Yang slowly opened his eyes, and there was a trace of bitterness in the depths of his eyes.

This path of cultivation requires thousands of tribulations, especially for a cultivator like him who has exhausted his longevity and is almost at the end of his life. Due to the imbalance of the three elements of essence, energy and spirit, the physical body is gradually unable to contain the spirit, so he is more susceptible to suffering. The negative qi influence of heaven and earth.

If you are not careful, you will be infected by negative Qi, which will gradually pollute the true spirit, and you will lose your true self and become evil demons.

Especially for an evil figure like Deng Yang who has profound cultivation and is only one step away from becoming a ghost or immortal. The tribulations and temptations he has to endure in his later years are somewhat similar to the legendary five declines of heaven and man that immortals and gods must go through before they end the Dharma. A wonderful way to achieve the same purpose but with different approaches.

He is also watching his body and soul decay step by step, while he can only watch quietly, but there is no way to reverse the process of his own death.

The most important thing is that this process is also accompanied by endless temptations. Once the will is slightly unstable and is confused by the negative energy of the world, one's own true spirit will gradually be contaminated.

There is no need to die when the time comes, but after turning into a demon and evil spirit, and the true spirit is no longer there, will I still be myself?

This is equivalent to letting people make a choice between life and death. How much of this kind of choice can be tolerated by practitioners who want to change their fate against nature in order to achieve immortality and transcendence.

This is also one of the main reasons why since ancient times, few people in evil ways can live to the end of their lives.

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