Become An Ancestor In Immortal Cultivation World

When it came to Qian Mansion, Nangong Aotian immediately came to his senses and immediately took out the map from his storage bag to check it out.

"Our current location is next to the city wall, and the location of Qian's Mansion is in the northeast corner of the city."

"If we keep walking along the city wall, we should be able to see the Qian Mansion if we walk a few dozen miles at most."

Lin Sheng frowned slightly. If he walked along this way, half of the ghosts in the city would know that a monk had entered the city. The unknown risk was too great.

He glanced at the vaguely encircling ghosts around him. Although these ghosts were not popular, their behavior did not seem to be afraid of the monks.

"It's too ostentatious. We are foreign monks after all, so we might as well just ask a ghost."

Lin Sheng shook his head and refused, and took action directly. He raised his palm and forcibly captured a ghost with three arms, grabbed its gray little head and forcibly searched for its soul.

The heads of these three-handed ghosts were only the size of apples. Lin Sheng was a little worried that their heads would be crushed if he used even the slightest force.

Being captured suddenly, the three-handed ghost did not panic. Although its body was forcibly immobilized by magic and could not move, its narrow eyes showed no fear, but were filled with anger.

The tyrannical consciousness swept through the ghost's brain, and the angry expression of the three-handed ghost froze, and its eyes suddenly bulged, like a dead fish staring.

After searching for souls, Lin Sheng found no memory. There was no brain in the little heads of these three-handed ghosts, just a ball of mush.

‘So ghosts don’t know the sea? ’

Lin Sheng was surprised, and then used the memory method. The three-handed ghost immediately fell into confusion, but he still didn't see any memory.

‘How come these ghosts have no memory? If you have no memory, how can you sell goods on the streets like ordinary people? ’

Lin Sheng frowned and threw the three-handed ghost object out.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Nangong Aotian asked in a serious voice.

"I didn't see anything. The memories of these ghosts may have been blocked by others. Could they be the ghost king of this city?"

Lin Sheng watched coldly as the three-handed ghost got up from the ground with an angry face. It walked up to the two of them angrily and howled loudly.

Judging from the sonorous and strange tone, it must be a curse word, but neither of them could understand it.

Hearing the sound, other strange ghosts came closer from all directions, surrounding the two of them and glaring at them.

"court death."

A cold light flashed in Lin Sheng's eyes. It seemed that these ghosts had never been beaten by monks and had no sense of awe at all.

Immediately he held up his palm and used the thunder and lightning method. Electric light burst out from his palm, and golden arcs of lightning flashed around.

This scene frightened many ghosts, and they fled in all directions. The third-hand ghost that cursed loudly was stunned on the spot.

"Are you going to scold me again?"

Lin Sheng looked at the three-handed ghost with cold eyes. If he hadn't considered killing ghosts in the city and causing unnecessary trouble, he would have struck out with this palm.

The three-handed ghost opened its mouth, but this time no strange tone came out. No matter how stupid it was, it still saw the terrifying power contained in the thunder and lightning.

It was like a natural fear engraved in the bones, making it tremble all over and not dare to move.

"Mage, please don't do anything!"

A strange call came from the alley. Although the pronunciation was a bit weird, the two of them still understood it.

"Mortal?" Nangong Aotian's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he followed the sound.

I saw an old man in sackcloth walking staggeringly out of the alley with a dragon-headed cane. The old man's face was green and black, and his whole body was filled with a strong ghostly aura.

"He is indeed a mortal in this city."

Lin Sheng's face softened slightly, he turned his palms to put away the thunder and lightning technique, and then waved his hand suddenly, using powerful magic power to fly away the three-handed ghost.

These three-handed ghosts are not illusory ghosts, but physical creatures, and mana can still affect them.

Although Lin Sheng's casual palm did not kill him, he was definitely seriously injured.

The old man glanced at the direction in which the three-handed ghost flew out, but he didn't expect that the mage's casual blow would make the ghost disappear.

Then he said urgently: "Master, please do not harm the lives of the ghosts in this city, otherwise it will attract ghosts."

"Don't worry, it won't die."

Lin Sheng looked calm and walked up to the old man: "Is my father a commoner in this city?"

The old man nodded, turned and walked towards the alley: "The two mages are coming with me. This street is not a place for talking."

Upon seeing this, Nangong Aotian sent a message: "Brother, be careful of deception. The mortals in the city are more insidious than ghosts."

"It doesn't matter. If he dares to cheat, I will make him unable to become a ghost." Lin Sheng looked calm and kept up with the old man's pace.

. . .

The old man's home is in an alley, a small courtyard. Apart from himself, there seems to be no other mortals.

"Only my father-in-law lives in this small courtyard?" Lin Sheng sat in the lobby, looking at the layout of the house with great interest.

Each beam, door and window has a charm painted with gold powder. The charm seems to be to suppress evil spirits and ghosts.

Nangong Aotian also looked at the layout of the door: "Old man, the charms painted on the doors and windows should be used to drive away ghosts, right?"

"Yes, these charms are indeed used to drive away ghosts. There are some evil ghosts in the city who specialize in cannibalism."

The old man brought two cups of tea and placed them on the small table between the two seats.

"Both the old man's son and his daughter-in-law went to Fengdu City, where there are fewer ghosts. The old man was old and could not bear the hardship of traveling and traveling, so he stayed here."

"I see."

Lin Sheng nodded slightly, looked at the gray-brown tea on the table, picked it up and smelled it. There was a faint smell in it.

"What kind of tea is this?"

The old man smiled: "This is the specialty tea of ​​Wusi City. It is called soul tea. It is made from ghosts and ground into powder. Drinking it can strengthen your body."

"Ghosts ground into powder?"

Lin Sheng looked surprised and took a sip. He wanted to taste the difference in the tea made from ghosts.

Nangong Aotian's eyes suddenly widened when he saw this. Did his brother drink it now? How can I still drink tea that is said to be made from ghosts?

"Brother? This tea..."

Lin Sheng put down the tea cup with a satisfied look on his face: "This tea tastes pretty good, you should try it too."

"No, I won't drink this tea." Nangong Aotian shook his head repeatedly.

The old man smiled and said: "Master, there is no need to worry. This tea has no effect on living people. It also has some benefits. You can't buy this soul tea outside the city of Fusi."

Lin Sheng nodded slightly: "Yes, this tea is indeed good for living people, but it is not about strengthening the body, but about strengthening the soul."

"Strengthen the soul?" Nangong Aotian's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, and he immediately picked up the tea and drank it all.

When the old man heard this, his face was full of doubts: "Strengthen the soul? The soul is the soul?"

Lin Sheng smiled and said, "Yes, but there is no benefit to mortals if they consume this tea regularly."

"Oh? Why?" The old man's face became even more confused. He had been drinking this tea for half his life and had not noticed any harm.

Lin Sheng's eyes were deep: "This tea can strengthen the soul, but it can also slowly turn people into ghosts."

"My father, you haven't noticed that the ghost energy in you is much stronger than the human spirit. You are more of a ghost than a human being."

As soon as these words came out, the old man's expression changed slightly, and after a while he sighed quietly: "Oh, humans and ghosts, our ancestors have been here for generations. Anyway, I have planned to die here, and there is no difference between humans and ghosts."

Lin Sheng smiled. There is indeed no difference between humans and ghosts in this underworld. Rather than saying that the old man is a human, it is better to say that he is a ghost that looks like a human.

"What I said makes sense. I wonder where I can buy this soul tea?"

Soul tea is not suitable for mortals to drink too much, but it is suitable for monks. Tea that can strengthen the soul has never been heard of in the Immortal Cultivation World.

"Every tea shop in the city sells it, but the price is relatively expensive."

Nangong Aotian said repeatedly: "I wonder what the trading currency in this city of waste is?"

Now that he drank the soul tea, he immediately discovered the incredible wealth hidden in it.

"This is the ghost stone." The old man took out a few small black stones from his arms.

The small stone is irregular in shape and has a strong ghostly aura on it. It is obvious that, like the spirit stone, it is a common currency among ghosts.

"If I use this thing, can I buy it?" Nangong Aotian took out two spiritual stones.

When the old man saw the spirit stone, he did not immediately reject it. Instead, he said with a thoughtful look on his face: "This is the currency circulated among mages, and the city will not accept it... However, I heard that there are some in the black market. The devil is collecting this currency.”

"Where is the black market?" Nangong Aotian asked quickly.

The old man shook his head: "The black market opens from time to time, and there is no specific location. Only ghosts can enter there, and the two mages will definitely not be able to enter."

Nangong Aotian frowned slightly and wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by Lin Sheng.

"May I ask my husband, how many mages are there in this city?"

Lin Sheng's face was calm, but he was extremely curious in his heart. The Netherworld was a forbidden area for monks, so how could there be a mage?

The old man nodded: "Not too many. There are only a few mages in this city. They usually assist the ghosts in catching evil ghosts. The spell in my house was drawn by one of the mages."

"The most famous among these mages is the zombie priest. Every time he travels, there will be zombies following him."

After hearing this, Lin Sheng probably understood in his heart that the mage the old man mentioned might be referring to the ghost cultivator.

Ghost cultivators have been dealing with the ghost energy of the nether world all year round. They either take the initiative to become contaminated with ghost energy and cultivate their ghost bodies, or they are good at some method of controlling ghost energy to prevent their body from being corroded by ghost energy.

Nangong Aotian looked curious: "Did that zombie priest kill the local people in the city in vain?"

The old man shook his head: "No, that zombie Taoist priest is an outsider. Three years ago, the city lord agreed to allow him to observe the law in the city."

"What state is that person in?" Lin Sheng suddenly asked.

"Realm?" The old man looked hesitant; "Are there any realms among mages?"

Lin Sheng smiled when he heard this. It seemed that the old man had limited knowledge, so he changed the subject and said, "Does my husband know some ghost neighbors? Is there any way to learn the weird languages ​​they speak?"

After hearing this, the old man turned around and walked into the back room, and soon came out with two books.

"I do know a few friendly ghosts, and they gave me this book."

"The book contains the common ghost language of the City of Fushou. If the two mages can understand it, they can understand most of the ghosts' words."

"The language in this book is too profound. I have spent most of my life studying it, but I can barely speak a few words to the ghosts."

Lin Sheng took the book and flipped through a few pages. The words inside were written like ghost symbols. Although some reference fonts were used, he didn't recognize the reference fonts.

Nangong Aotian, who was beside him, read it with great interest. Obviously he knew the reference font inside.

Lin Sheng was filled with hatred when he saw this!

'hateful! I suffered the disadvantage of being uneducated again! ’