Big dreamer

"I'm going to practice today. I originally wanted to use the Yin evil energy stored in the Qiankun bag, but looking at your current situation, I'm afraid there isn't much Yin evil energy in the bag anymore, right?" Shen Luo said after hearing this.

"Reporting to the master, the Yin evil spirit has indeed been absorbed by the subordinate, but the Yin evil spirit entering the subordinate's body is more pure and can be used by the master." The ghost general immediately clasped his fists and said.

"That's very good. There will be no shortage of ghost-killing tasks these days, so you don't have to worry about finding help," Shen Luo said.

"Yes..." Gui Jiang responded immediately and consciously sat cross-legged opposite Shen Luo.

Shen Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he started carving on his arm with his fingers. After a while, he drew a blood-red talisman array with dense patterns.

He pointed his fingers towards the ghost general's void, and a wisp of pure Yin evil energy began to sweep towards the runes on his arm.

As soon as the light on the talisman illuminated, the intensive painful feeling of ants and silkworms came over again. Shen Luo immediately gathered his mind and carefully began to use the art of opening the meridians of Xuanyin.

Time passed by and it was already morning three days later.

A muffled roar came from the small building, and the window on the second floor that had been closed was pushed open violently.

Shen Luo stood by the window, his eyes full of energy, and the remaining aura fluctuations on his body were still surging. The Yangming large intestine meridian on his arm flashed faintly with blue light, apparently it had been penetrated.

In order to open up this Dharma vein, Shen Luo suffered more than before, including opening the pulse in his dream. During this period, the Yangming large intestine meridian in his hand was broken three times, and the Quchi point and the Hegu point were exploded once.

The three severed pulses were okay, and he repaired them all with a large peeling technique. However, the explosion at Quchi point almost destroyed half of his arm, and seriously injured the veins in his chest, abdomen, and heart. If he had not taken the Milk Spirit Pill in time, even if he was lucky enough to survive, his path to Taoism would have come to an end.

But no matter how much hardship he endured, Shen Luo's dharma lineage was finally solidified.

He stood at the window to breathe for a while, looking at the beautiful scenery outside. His mind gradually calmed down, and then he sat back on the ground again, began to close his eyes and adjust his breath, and tried to practice the "Huang Ting Jing" technique.

As soon as he tried it, his eyes suddenly opened, filled with incredible look.

In the past, when he practiced the Huangting Sutra, the stumbling feeling was significantly reduced. The mana in his body moved much faster than before, and the smoothness was also greatly increased.

"Sure enough, the number of Dharma veins has an impact on the quality of cultivation qualifications. If all the Dharma veins of the twelve meridians can be opened up, the speed of cultivation will definitely change dramatically, right?" Shen Luo thought to himself.

Just as he was thinking this, and planning to continue practicing, a burst of emerald green light suddenly flashed around his waist. He hurriedly looked down, only to find that the dark green spar on the official waistband was shining.

He frowned slightly and could only stop practicing temporarily, got up and went to the Tibetan Arms Hall.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Shen Luo found that compared to the deserted situation yesterday, there were many more people in the hall today.

In addition to He Wenzheng and two other military officials, there were ten monks standing there.

It was obvious that these ten people were divided into two teams, each led by a burly man and a rickety old man.

Among them was a burly man with a rather rugged appearance, and the few people behind him were also strong men. They were all dressed in the same uniform, all wearing blue shorts, with "Mountain Fist" embroidered on their chests. Two words.

The rickety old man's eyes looked a little cloudy, and the skin on his body was shriveled. Only his hands were surprisingly smooth and tender. He looked like a young boy at a weak age.

The four people following behind him all looked young. They were all about thirteen or fourteen years old. They had bright eyes and good eyesight, and were quite handsome. Although their clothes were different, they all wore a pair of purple snakes on their hands. Patterned gloves.

"Master Shenxian, you are here." Seeing this, He Wenzheng immediately stood up and held his hands.

When the others saw this, they all bowed their hands to him.

"Master He, fellow Taoists." Shen Luo returned the salute with clasped fists.

"Master Shen, these ten immortal masters are all the members of your team." He Wenzheng introduced.

"Senior Shen, and Elder Zhou Meng of the Xiashan Fist Sect, these are all disciples of the sect. They are all participating in the recruitment this time to contribute to the sect and Chang'an." The burly man was the first to clasp his fists and said.

Shen Luo cupped his hands in response.

"Senior Shen, I'm Zhao Tingsheng, a disciple of the Kurong Sect. These are all brothers in our sect. Please take care of me, senior." The rickety old man also clasped his fists and said.

Shen Luo was a little surprised when he heard this, and stared at him carefully for a moment, but for a moment he forgot to return the gift.

"Sorry, I'm rude." After he came to his senses, he hurriedly said.

"It doesn't matter, anyone who sees this junior's appearance will be surprised." Zhao Tingsheng, who looked like an old man, waved his hand and said.

Shen Luo recalled at this time that before coming to Chang'an, he heard Xie Yuxin mention the Kurong Sect and told him to stay away from the monks of this sect because they were good at using poison and could often kill people in silence.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, could it be that you have practiced your sect's secret technique, the Withered Bone Heart Technique?" Shen Luo asked curiously.

"Yes, it's the deadwood period right now, which confuses the seniors." Zhao Tingsheng nodded and chuckled.

When Shen Luo saw this, he felt a little confused. How could Zhao Tingsheng's current words and deeds be inconsistent with the Kurong Sect monk Xie Yuxin had said? Most of the monks from the Kurong Sect in her mouth have weird tempers, and they must retaliate for their anger, and they are quite good and evil.

"I am Shen Luo, a Spring and Autumn Temple cultivator from Xiaomaoshan. Please help me with the upcoming tasks." Shen Luo clasped his fists and looked at everyone and said.

When Zhou Meng and others heard this, their expressions were different, and they all clasped their fists at him, which was quite perfunctory.

Shen Luo knew that most of them had never heard of Spring and Autumn Temple, but he didn't care much about it.

"Now that you all know each other, let me talk about the mission first." He Wenzheng said at this time.

"Master He, please." Shen Luo said.

"This mission requires you to go to Dunyi Fang in the west and south of the city. There is the largest fireworks workshop in Chang'an City. There is a large amount of saltpeter and gunpowder in it. If it is used by intentional thieves, it will cause huge losses. I hope you will You can sneak in there and destroy it," He Wenzheng said slowly.

Everyone was in a daze when they heard this. Finally, two words came out of Zhou Meng's mouth:

"That's it?"

It was the first time for all of them to perform a mission. They thought they would gather their strength to fight ghosts, but no one expected that the mission would be like this?

"Is this just destroying saltpeter and gunpowder?" Shen Luo couldn't help but ask.