My Attributes Cultivation Life

"Okay! I'll do it!" The man stared at the treasure money eagerly and greedily, and with difficulty turned his attention to the **** statue on the side.

"Just a goodbye? Okay?" he asked.

"Let's worship first, and then there is a complicated process to go. I will tell you step by step." Zhang Rongfang said. "If it goes well, all the sacrifices will be done, and it will be afternoon."

"I see." The man nodded in understanding.

He said that the money could not be so easy to make. It turns out that there is trouble waiting behind.

Thinking of this, he felt a lot more at ease.

After sorting out the old clothes on his body, the man walked one meter in front of the statue and knelt down.

Then hand in hand, embrace yin and embrace yang. Bend over, kowtow.

puff.

A knock.

puff.

Two knocks.

puff.

Three knocks!

puff.

In an instant, a little light flashed by. The golden bead flew out from the hand of the idol and sank into the man's forehead.

That shimmering light seemed to be something metal, and it was extremely fast, like a bullet.

Even Zhang Rongfang was unable to react.

Only a thin trace flashed by.

He was startled and took a step back.

'what! ? ’

Surprised, he looked at the man.

"How?? Are you... alright?"

The man knelt on the spot, motionless, as if stunned.

There was an extra tiny blood spot between his eyebrows that had just been passed through by the shimmering light.

The blood spot is too thin, comparable to the tip of a needle, and most people can't see it without looking closely.

"No....it's okay..." The man suddenly came back to his senses and stood up slowly.

It's just that his body was shaking, and sweat was slowly dripping from his forehead and cheeks.

"The money you promised me..." He turned his head with difficulty and looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"Sure! Don't worry!!" Zhang Rongfang couldn't help but stagnate when he saw the other's face.

He took a step back involuntarily, not daring to get too close.

At this time, the man looked as if everything was normal.

But his face, neck, hands, scalp. As long as there is skin exposed, there are clear linear bulges.

It's like there are many tiny nematodes, constantly swimming under his skin.

Sometimes bulge, sometimes normal.

'What the hell! ? ' Zhang Rongfang mentioned the highest with vigilance in his heart. The hand involuntarily held the wish wheel behind him.

"Money.... Where's the money?? What about the money you promised me???" The man stepped forward.

"My wish.... money... money money money money!!!"

The sanity in his eyes was fading, replaced by sluggishness.

The body movements are completely opposite, more relaxed and flexible than before.

He kept approaching Zhang Rongfang.

Take a step forward suddenly.

puff! !

There was an extra dirt pit on the ground, and the man was like a beast, rushing towards Zhang Rongfang.

when! !

When the two collided, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.

Even Zhang Rongfang couldn't help but take a few steps back due to the huge force. The wish wheel in his hand couldn't stop shaking. It was obvious that he had been raided just now, so he responded in a hurry, and he used too much force.

The gambler man on the opposite side was withdrawing his hand at this time, and a clear cut on the edge of his palm revealed scarlet flesh and silver metal filaments that were swimming.

"Money, money, money, money!!" The gambler man frantically rushed towards Zhang Rongfang again.

He used all fours, completely wielding his body as a weapon.

The weird thing is that his hands and feet kept colliding with the wish wheel, but he didn't mean to be sawed off at all.

"God has fulfilled my wish! I want money! Money! Money!!"

Bang!

He had no skills at all, was hit by Zhang Rongfang's wish wheel heavily on the head, and fell to the ground.

But it was useless, he immediately got up again and rushed towards Zhang Rongfang frantically.

Time and time again, the man seemed to lose his mind completely in the end. I only know that I get up again and again and pounce towards my opponent.

Zhang Rongfang was shocked.

The speed and strength of this man at this time are no less than that of a sixth-grade master, and he is still improving.

The point is, this person is an ordinary person from the beginning. Still a weak gambler.

At this time, he has suddenly become a master comparable to the level of breaking the limit of Rank 6? ?

Even if he doesn't know martial arts tricks, his speed and power can crush the fourth-rank.

This statue.... simply...

when.

Zhang Rongfang suddenly stepped back, and the wish wheel in his hands trembled violently. He was punched in the side by the man, and he almost let go.

The opponent's speed and strength have grown again! ? ?

It was Rank 6 just now, and now there is at least Rank 7! And it's still improving!

Zhang Rongfang was shocked and angry.

May the wheel quickly block in front of him. He can only block.

Although the man's moves were extremely poor, he just swung indiscriminately, but he was not afraid of slashing at all.

If the wheel hits him, it will only sputter sparks and break the skin. The rest are useless.

Suddenly there was another muffled sound.

Bang! !

Zhang Rongfang took two steps back, his face even more shocked.

Eight products! !

This man actually....

Before he could return to his senses, the man roared again and waved at him.

This palm is actually a bit faster than the previous one.

Zhang Rongfang didn't dare to neglect immediately, raised his right leg, and used the limit-breaking technique to shrink the mountains.

A palm and a leg clashed in an instant.

Bang! ! !

Zhang Rongfang took a few steps back, his face flushed red, and his right leg felt a little pain.

He was actually injured! ?

at this time.

click.

The man suddenly maintained a gesture of raising his hand and stood still.

A trace of blood flowed from his eyes, ears and nostrils.

Puff.

The man fell to the ground, silent.

In a small sizzling sound, it seemed that the dry soil was suddenly nourished by water.

The gambler man's body slowly withered, as if he had lost his supporting skin.

Zhang Rongfang stood there, panting, feeling a rust smell in his throat.

He wiped the lower end of his nostrils and took a look.

is blood.

He was actually beaten so hard that he was bleeding from internal injuries!

Glancing at the attribute bar, the life attribute temporarily dropped by three points.

'That thing, what is it? ? ! ’

He picked up a thick wooden stick and probed the gambler man.

The other party didn't move at all, and the flesh was like mud, poking a pit.

Zhang Rongfang went to see the statue again.

A light touch of the stick.

Crash.

The statue completely collapsed, shattering into a large amount of sand.

"No??" Zhang Rong looked stunned.

Standing in place, he tested the man several times again, and determined that the other party was completely silent.

This just went to check.

The man's corpse was like a layer of wayward skin, and the bones, flesh and blood inside were all dissolved into mucus and mud.

Zhang Rongfang grabbed each other's hair with one hand, just like grabbing a human-shaped balloon filled with water.

'Is this the reason why Lingting has been strangling the secret sect? ’

Such a powerful lethality, only an ordinary person can get the speed and strength that can make him injured.

Without the coordination of moves, random fighting can hurt him.

The man estimated that the level of improvement has reached the ninth rank.

A mere statue of a **** can actually elevate an ordinary person to the ninth rank in an instant. . . .

No wonder Lingting had to be so vigilant.

If it is replaced by a warrior with a stronger physique to worship, then the power...

Zhang Rongfang didn't dare to think about it at all.

He carefully collected the fine sand broken by the statue and packed it in a bag.

Then the body was dug and buried, and then he quickly left the place.

Not long after he left the woodland.

A tall figure, whose whole body was wrapped in a gray cloak, slowly appeared at the position where the statue collapsed.

He squatted down, and his hands touched a little bit of invisible sand and ash scattered on the ground.

"Not the people of the court....The idols are used up. But what about people??"

Another grey-robed man dressed like him walked out of the forest.

"Forget it if you can't find it. Looks like it didn't work, let's go."

"Ok."

The two stopped looking at each other, got up and left quickly.

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Pingya Temple.

Stacks of intelligence manuscripts kept dropping from Zhang Rongfang's hands.

He was quickly searching for a lot of information about idols, spiritual courts, and esoteric religion.

Since direct information cannot be found, what about indirect ones?

The situation of the gods made him understand in his heart.

Secret sect, Ling Ting, these are probably things hidden in the depths of this world.

Esotericism has such troublesome things as idols.

Then Lingting must have the same antagonistic things.

Reminiscent of those broken idol fragments.

Zhang Rongfang seemed to have some guesses in his heart.

'Since the statue is broken and reassembled, it can still have such a strong effect, then, if it is complete, will it have a stronger effect? Or, would it not have such serious side effects? ’

At this moment, outside the hall, a figure quickly entered the door and quickly knelt down on one knee towards Zhang Rongfang.

The figure wears the same black mask, but there are no white marks like three eyes between the eyebrows.

"Lord Bai Ying, there is urgent news from Fucheng!"

"Bring it up." Zhang Rongfang put down the text and turned around.

The visitor brought a special bamboo pipe up.

After cutting the sealing wax and removing the stopper, Zhang Rongfang quickly poured out a small paper roll from the bamboo tube.

Unroll the paper roll.

'The esoteric scriptures appeared near Tanyangcheng, find it, or find the person who obtained it. - Red Spirit. ’

The general person in charge of Fucheng is Hong Ling.

Zhang Rongfang had seen the overall structure of the Golden Wings Building and knew the identity of this red spirit.

Just esoteric scriptures....

Is it the yellow cloth?

"Go down." He waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to go down.

"Yes."

Watch the subordinates go out.

Zhang Rongfang recalled the strange situation that happened before.

Combined with the command mission from Fucheng, this mission has a mandatory marking, which means that it is a fixed mission that he needs to complete this year.

'It seems that this matter is bigger than I thought... Many people know about my collection of idol parts.

But no one knows about my acquisition of the yellow cloth. . . It must be kept strictly confidential. ’

Putting down the government order, he continued to read the information.

Until he finds out what the esoteric scriptures are, he must keep them secret, so that no one can know the yellow cloth he got.

"Have it!"

Suddenly Zhang Rongfang shook his hand, and the piece of information he had just received almost made him fall from his palm.

In this information, it was mentioned that in ancient books, there were recorded cases of worshipping the esoteric statues.

'...The worshipers often fall into insanity, which the sect calls baptism.

If you can pass baptism, you will become a spiritual network for life, a servant of God.

If it cannot pass, the potential of the whole body will be stimulated and exhausted, and after tens of breaths of madness, the flesh will fester and die.

In the autumn of 1124, Ling Ting announced the establishment of Jixian Academy, publicly identified Ming religion, and abolished secret religion baptism.

In the spring of 1125, the big and small esoteric sects collapsed, and the remnants were wiped out on a large scale in various places.

In 1126, Jixian Academy was upgraded and set to govern all things in the world. And supervise all esoteric affairs, so far, there is no trace of esoteric remnants.

In the autumn of the same year, Jixian Yuan passed a decree that no one should investigate matters involving esoteric religion. ’

Although this information is not very detailed, but probably the content allows Zhang Rongfang to understand the relevant records.

At the bottom, there is a line of instructions.

It is the source of that esoteric text. The script on the esoteric cloth is an ancient script called lock script.

Not many people in Tan Yang understand this kind of language.

There are three names listed on the intelligence, all of them are people who understand lock text.

Keeping the name in mind, Zhang Rongfang looked at it again. The provider of this information, Xiong Wuye~www.readwn.com~, threw it into the burning brazier.

The task of the Golden Winged Tower, the attention of Lingting, the strangeness of the statue, and the signs all made him understand that this matter is over for the time being.

We can no longer openly investigate, we must slowly and secretly understand.

'It just so happens that my life attributes are still accumulating, let's see when I can break the limit and reach the ninth grade.

In addition, this kind of lock text, you can also try to find someone to learn it first. This Xiong Wuye can transfer him over and ask carefully. ’

As for the official side, after he applied for the second time, he was already able to transfer back to the Palace of Mirrors, so there is no need to worry about his appointment.

Just find a transition.

The key now is that it is still not known that he is secretly investigating secret sect-related matters.

The previous traces should also be cleaned up one by one.