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Chapter 281 Come to life

Three years later.

"Junior brother, it's time to eat!"

A call came from outside the door. After three breaths, Hong Chen, who was sitting on the bed, opened his eyes and his breathing calmed down.

The most basic requirement for practicing the Taoist system is to calm the mind and concentrate. The most important thing is the state of mind, and the most perfect state is the unity of man and nature.

Coincidentally, Hong Chen has all these conditions.

After all, he had always majored in Taoist martial arts in the past.

However, compared with the martial arts I had come into contact with in the past, Maoshan's "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing" was obviously much more complicated and difficult.

If I have to describe it, it's probably the difference between a novice who has just passed the driving test and a world champion racing driver.

The difficulty of the technique itself is one aspect, and another important point is that the breathing of the spiritual energy of the weather is more complicated than the circulation of the true qi and internal force.

All I can say is that being strong does have its reasons.

The ten thousand years of true qi had been continuously transformed by the Zhenwu Demon-Slaying Sword Technique, and now only had seven thousand years left. The three thousand years of true qi that disappeared had all turned into pure spiritual energy.

Although the conversion ratio is a bit outrageous, the quality and function of spiritual energy are indeed far beyond the reach of true energy.

The most important thing is that some things cannot be done with true Qi, and only spiritual Qi can be used.

It's probably the difference between burning coal and burning oil or electricity.

The disparity in the world!

However, even though he had spiritual energy and had grown taller after losing his heart, Hong Chen still looked pale and thin, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

On the face that seems to be sick but not sick, the peach blossom eyes are sparkling and shining, which makes people feel pity.

This is very suitable for Hong Chen to be a Voldemort, although this is not in line with his usual habits.

Since most of his time and energy was spent on the transformation of spiritual energy, the progress of the Dragon God Art naturally slowed down. However, he was only one step away from the stage of transforming into a dragon.

The only regret is that he has not seen even a single ghost with his own eyes so far.

I heard a lot of ghost cries.

It’s not that he doesn’t dare to look. He has even killed a dragon, so how could he be afraid of a ghost?

The main reason was that Uncle Jiu, who loved his beloved disciple, didn't dare to let those guys with strong yin energy get close to Hong Chen, because Hong Chen really looked like a weakling.

He got up and stretched, and the first thing he did was to grab the dagger on the bedside and bleed himself.

After the bright red blood oozed out from the fingertips, the black jars in the next room began to shake as usual, making bursts of noise.

"Quiet!" Uncle Jiu in the yard shouted without even turning his head, and the jars immediately became quiet and obedient.

Hong Chen shrugged. He knew his current situation too well.

Uncle Jiu also said that to those evil creatures, Hong Chen is no different from Tang Monk on the way to the West.

The flesh of Tang Monk might be exaggerated just to deal with the disaster, but Hong Chen’s blood, flesh and essence must be a treasure to those guys.

In the ceramic pot beside the bed, the tree is still the same as it was three years ago, with a thin stem and a lonely leaf on top, which remains green all year round.

The blood drops fell on the leaves and were quickly absorbed, and the small tree began to flash a rich silver light with a hint of light gold.

Uncle Jiu said that when the light turns into pure gold, Hong Chen's replacement heart will be formed.

Put down the dagger and turn around to burn incense to the ancestor.

Ordinary people burn incense on the first and fifteenth day of every month. As a Taoist disciple, naturally one cannot miss it in the morning or evening.

Whether the ancestor can receive incense is one thing, but whether to burn incense is your own business.

Maoshan's summoning techniques are as famous as its talismans. If you don't take your ancestors to heart at ordinary times, don't blame them for not helping you when you are in danger.

To put it another way, so many disciples of Maoshan burn incense every morning and evening, but you are the only one who doesn't burn incense. Are you afraid that the founder will not remember you?

Three incense sticks were lit, and Hong Chen respectfully completed the entire incense burning process according to the etiquette taught by Uncle Jiu.

Through the curling green smoke, Hong Chen always felt as if he saw a group of ancestors smiling at him.

Every time.

"Good morning, Grandmaster. I'm going to have dinner. See you in the evening."

He said hello and turned to leave.

The sky was bright and sunny in the courtyard, but because it was a charity cemetery, the temperature was not as high as it looked. Hong Chen did not think there was anything wrong with it. It was better than installing air conditioning and more environmentally friendly.

"Good morning, Master."

Uncle Jiu put down the towel he was using to wipe his face, and his serious demeanor suddenly became gentle and kind, "Ah Chen, you seem to have made progress again?"

Hong Chen nodded: "Well, things have been going more and more smoothly recently, all thanks to Master's good teaching."

Uncle Jiu's smile grew even brighter. "Hahaha, it's because you're talented and willing to work hard. If it weren't for you, I'd be pissed off seeing those two every day." As he spoke, he turned around and glared at Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, who had sat down at the dining table early.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai sat upright, as if they had not seen or heard anything at all.

Ever since Hong Chen joined the group, they have become accustomed to this kind of comparison and scolding.

It is impossible to refute it, as that would only lead to a beating.

As for seeking revenge on Hong Chen in private, that's even more ridiculous. In this world, apart from the two of them, even the master doesn't know how powerful Hong Chen is.

In other words, Uncle Jiu simply didn't believe how much strength Hong Chen's body had now.

Hong Chen smiled obediently, not intentionally, but because his pale face itself carried a sense of brokenness that was difficult to disguise.

When he came to the table, he also greeted politely: "Good morning, two brothers."

"Junior brother, you are too polite. Please sit down!" Qiu Sheng stood up quickly and helped Hong Chen pull out the stool.

Wencai was half a step slower and pouted unhappily, but in the blink of an eye he smiled and served Hong Chen a bowl of porridge, and even blew it considerately, "Phew~ It's a little hot, drink slowly, Junior Brother."

"Thank you, senior brother."

The reason why these two people were so attentive to him was, firstly, Uncle Nine was there, and they dared not neglect to take care of their junior brother; secondly, his junior brother was really good at fighting, and could make them faint from the pain without being discovered by the master; finally and most importantly, Hong Chen was rich.

As we all know, Uncle Jiu is a Taoist master with handsome appearance, outstanding abilities and noble character. Apart from that, his biggest characteristic is that he is stingy.

Although his purpose was indeed to help Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai save money, during the process even Hong Chen felt that Uncle Jiu might really like money and wanted to keep it for a while longer.

Of course, Uncle Jiu has never been stingy with Hong Chen.

The reason given by Uncle Jiu was that Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai would definitely not be able to inherit his skills, and would go their separate ways sooner or later in the future, but Hong Chen would become his successor.

Everything he has in the future will belong to Hong Chen, so there is no need to be too strict now.

However, Hong Chen believed that although Uncle Jiu had been trying his best to cure him, he still felt that he could easily die young.

After all, no one in this world has ever heard of a person surviving after losing a heart.

Moreover, the practice of "planting hearts" is strictly speaking not orthodox at all and has no precedent. It is very likely to fail in the future and is a last resort.

Even though he was very optimistic about Hong Chen's talent and was willing to teach him everything he knew, this could not change the fact that Hong Chen was almost a dead horse.

It's probably the doting mentality of an elder who wants him to eat whatever he can and play whatever he wants.

After a while, Uncle Jiu came over with his hands behind his back. The three of them stood up and waited for Uncle Jiu to sit down, pick up the chopsticks, pick up a pickled radish and put it into his mouth. Only then did breakfast officially begin.

"After we finish eating, let's go to town together." Uncle Jiu said lightly.

Qiu Sheng and Wencai's eyes suddenly lit up. They loved going to the town. Whether it was food, entertainment or things to see there, they were much better than in the remote charity cemetery.

Hong Chen took a sip of the porridge bowl, and felt the warmth in his stomach. He couldn't help but smile and asked, "Master, is there any work?"

"Yes." Uncle Jiu glanced at him and said with a smile: "Ah Chen, you have been my disciple for three years and have learned a lot. You should follow me throughout this trip."

"Okay." Hong Chen agreed with a smile.

Seeing this, Qiu Sheng asked suspiciously: "Junior brother, aren't you excited at all?"

It's no wonder that he was curious, because in the past Uncle Jiu never brought Hong Chen with him when he worked. The reason was naturally the same, for fear that he would be impacted by the evil aura.

Hong Chen calmly chewed on a piece of dried radish and said, "Brother, since I have become a disciple and learned so many things, I know that sooner or later I will have to face those things. Now it is just that the day I have expected has arrived. Why should I be excited?"

Qiu Sheng looked at him blankly, as if he understood something, but also as if he understood nothing.

Uncle Jiu looked at Hong Chen with a loving face. Over the past three years, he has always believed that Hong Chen was a natural-born Taoist disciple. If anyone from the Maoshan Sect could be included in the immortal class in the future, then all the senior masters on the mountain would have to stand aside in front of Lingchen's disciple.

He had personally seen how Hong Chen could easily achieve the state of unity between man and nature during his practice.

With this skill, there is no one else like him in the entire Taoist sects.

On the side, Wencai was holding a bowl of porridge and slurping it. His throat was rolling, and he was oblivious to what was happening around him. He was only focused on eating his lunch.

Sometimes, Hong Chen really envied him.

(End of this chapter)