This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 31 Breaking
cemetery.

After passing the mass grave, seven or eight miles along the road is the largest cemetery in Fengxian County. Over hundreds of years of wind and rain, many prominent figures are buried there.

The road is covered with wild grass, crows are cawing mournfully, tombstones are crooked, and the air is filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

This cemetery has a long history and has witnessed the rise and fall of many surnames. Those with prosperous families have more and more tombstones and often come to worship here; those who have moved far away only return once every three to five years, so the cemetery seems a little desolate; those who have not returned for three generations have long forgotten where their ancestors were buried, and no one takes care of them. The tombs are empty, and there is not even anyone to report to the authorities.

Xu Jixian looked at the dilapidated tombs, and was moved by the scene. A sadness appeared on Heima's face, and he became serious for a rare time.

He found the resting place of the ancestors of the Xu family, paid homage to them one by one, placed offerings, spread out yellow paper, and choked with sobs, saying that he hoped the ancestors would not blame him for being an unworthy descendant who came late.

Xiang Yuan and Xiao He followed suit and bowed. The Xu family was small, so the two of them just got together to please the old men and women below.

When the paper money was burned, a whirlwind blew up on the spot, invisible pillars rose up, and blew up ashes and sparks into the air.

"Brother Xu, don't be sad in front of your ancestors. Look, the ancestors of the Xu family are speaking to express their longing for you." Xiao He advised.

No, it's because of the air pressure.

Xiang Yuan gave the correct answer in his mind, but he couldn't remember the specific principle. He only knew that the confluence of cold and hot air formed air pressure, which produced a specific form of airflow.

Of course, in this bizarre world, perhaps the ancestors of the Xu family really knew about this and came forward to teach Xu Jixian, asking him to study hard and revive the family.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yuan decided to speak up for the old men and women and said, "Brother Xu, study hard in the future and change your bad habits, so that you can comfort the ancestors of the Xu family in the nine springs."

"My two brothers are absolutely right. I will work hard starting tomorrow!" Xu Jixian wiped away his tears and said in a loud voice.

Xiang Yuan knew there was no hope when he heard it. Seeing the sky crows setting in the west, he urged Xu Jixian to hurry up, as at this time of day, there was no telling if they would encounter ghosts at night.

Encountering ghosts is not scary, what is scary is encountering disciples of Huangquan Dao.

Xiang Yuan would not be complacent just because he cut the black robe with one sword. He knew very well that he took a shortcut last time. If he tried again, maybe he could succeed. However, if the disciples of Huangquan Dao traveled in groups and were on guard, his trick would not work.

Xu Jixian nodded, worked for a while, and left the cemetery before it got completely dark.

On the carriage, Xiang Yuan was on full alert, holding the hilt of his knife as he gathered the strength of a tiger.

In the other hand he held Wang Wenxu's calligraphy, and whenever any ghost appeared, he would kill it immediately.

Xiao He tilted his head, humming a tune nonchalantly, and joked: "Brother Xiaoyuan, why are you so nervous? It's just a one-time encounter with a ghost. With our brothers' character, can we encounter ghosts every time?"

It’s because of your and Brother Xu’s character that I’m worried!

Xiang Yuan ignored Xiao He. When the carriage arrived at the mass grave, he became more cautious. He lifted the carriage curtain with a long scroll and scanned the surroundings with his tiger eyes.

The night fell, darkness enveloped the sky, there were no stars or moon, only the outline of the mass grave was clearly visible, and the large pit on the slope was filled with a hazy light, with a few flashes of dark green ghost lights from time to time.

The dead trees around were like the claws of evil spirits, twisting and stretching towards the sky. Wild dogs were growling in the distance, and crows were staring with scarlet eyes between the tree branches. There were faint shrill wails and playful laughter, floating in the air, and seemed to be right next to your ears when you got close.

This damn place is so weird.

Xiang Yuan nodded at Xiao He, who shrugged and said that the mass grave was like this and there was no need to make a fuss.

I am short-sighted, goodbye!

Xiang Yuan's mouth twitched. Seeing that Xiao He looked accustomed to it and Xu Jixian, who was driving the coach, did not shout or scream, he became bolder.

The two idiots are not afraid, so he should not be afraid either.

Click!

There was a crisp sound, which was particularly obvious in the dead silence of the mass grave. Xiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat and he held the hilt of the knife to look.

Not far away, a yellow hand bone broke out of the ground, and ghost fire rose half a foot high, startling the crows and making them scream and fly away, and the growls of wild dogs became more frequent.

Xiang Yuan's scalp was about to explode, fearing that this was just a prelude and that a group of ghosts would come out next.

It turned out that he seemed to have thought too much. The person just came out to get some fresh air. There were no other ghosts going out for a walk, nor did they rob the body or borrow the Yang Yuan.

The carriage drove safely out of the mass grave and onto the road that led directly to the county town. Calculating the time, it was enough for the city gates to close at 12:00 p.m.

Xiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, his face remained calm, he lowered the carriage curtains, and told Xu Ji to hurry up.

Don't go too fast, or you might flip over.

Just as I finished speaking, I encountered a pit and fell with a bang.

From behind the curtain came Xu Jixian's laughter after his successful prank, which made Xiang Yuan both angry and amused. Now that he had survived the mass grave without any danger, he was no longer angry.

After a stick of incense, a chill came over us, along with the pervasive fog that squeezed into the carriage curtains.

Xiang Yuanwang was shocked, and he used his ink treasure to open the curtains to see the scenery outside. His back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. The mass grave was glowing with a hazy green light, and the outline was clearly visible. The surrounding dead trees were like ghosts, dotted with scarlet ghost eyes.

Back again!

Compared with the previous time, this time there was thicker fog, floating eerily, making the horror atmosphere extremely strong.

"Brother Xu, this is not the place to joke!" Xiang Yuan said in a deep voice, emphasizing his tone intentionally.

"No, no... I don't have the courage..."

Xu Jixian's teeth were chattering. He said, "I won't drive anymore." Then he quickly got into the carriage and hugged Xiao He.

Xiao Xu trembled, staring at Xiang Yuan with his four eyes, asking him to make a decision.

Xiang Yuan took a deep breath, fearing that the horse would be frightened and rush into a house where it shouldn't be, he suppressed his fear, lifted the door curtain and took over the responsibility of driving.

Last time it was a ghost covering his eyes, this time it was a ghost building a wall. It's the same principle, but this time the ghosts are more numerous and powerful, far more dangerous than a single female ghost, and more difficult to break.

Xiang Yuan pushed open the horizontal axis and spread Wang Wenxu's calligraphy in front of him. He held the reins in one hand and the hilt of the knife with the other. His tiger eyes swept around, shocking the illusory figures that emerged from the mist one by one.

Although there were many ghosts, none of them was powerful enough. None of them could transform into human form like Widow Wang.

Xiang Yuan guessed that the formation of the ghost wall was inevitably related to the topography of the mass grave. Ghosts did not have such a capability. If not...

There are disciples of Huangquan Dao around!

At this moment, the horse was frightened for some reason, and after letting out a long whistle, it began to run wildly and aimlessly.

Xiang Yuan felt that the carriage was bumpy and difficult to control, and hurriedly said, "Xiao Forty, Brother Xu, get off quickly."

No one answered after one call. Still no one answered after two calls. Xiang Yuan lifted the door curtain and saw nothing in sight. There was no trace of the two funny guys.

when?
Xiang Yuan's eyes widened, and his heart was filled with fear and anger. He turned over, abandoned his horse and jumped into the air, using his Thousand Jin Weight Weight Kung Fu to land heavily, dispersing the thick fog that was attacking like a ghost hand.

Bang!
He held a sword by his side, a calligraphy in his hand, and swept past the ghosts. He said in a cold voice, "Who are you, monster? Show yourself now!"

"hehe---"

Laughter like silver bells rang out from all directions. It was unclear whether it came from a human or a ghost. It floated in the strange fog and was particularly creepy.

The laughter was pleasant and crisp, yet with a hint of elusive eeriness, like an invisible thread, entwined in Xiang Yuan's heart. Sometimes it sounded like an innocent child playing, and sometimes like a cunning goblin whispering, fascinating yet concealing murderous intent.

Xiang Yuan was bewitched by the magic of the laughter, and an irrepressible desire surged up in his mind. The mist in his eyes changed and transformed into what he was thinking in his mind.

There was a beauty singing and dancing, with a graceful figure and light steps. Every spin and every glance back was full of endless temptation, making him feel a heat rising from the bottom of his heart, wishing to be surrounded by this gentle land forever;
There were mountains of gold and silver, shining brightly, and every gold brick and every gem was so attractive that he could not let it go, tempting him to sink into this endless wealth and forget everything in the world;
There were magical weapons displayed there, shining coldly and containing great power. Each one could allow a person to conquer the world. He reached out to touch them, wanting to take them for himself.

There are countless long-lost peerless magic skills, elixirs that can transform people or make them immortal, and many magical weapons that can turn rivers and seas upside down...

There are so many things, and each one is hard to give up.

Xiang Yuan knows that everything is a dream, everything is false, and one must not indulge in it and be driven by desire, otherwise his heart will be damaged, and he will suffer endless troubles, be doomed, and fall into the abyss forever.

He held his breath, suppressed the restless desire in his heart, bit the tip of his tongue, and stared with his eyes wide open, breaking his initial fantasy of the beauty with the force of a tiger.

When you encounter a mountain of gold and silver, hesitate for a moment and then destroy it.

When encountering a magical weapon, after a long stalemate, they finally broke it.

He was full of energy at first, but then it weakened and finally he was exhausted. Faced with peerless magical skills, elixirs, medicated pills and many magical weapons, the things he desired most in his heart, he was caught in a dilemma and was surrounded by thick fog and unable to escape.

The next second, Xiang Yuan's eyes flashed, his blood turned cold and his heart was chilled, he was frozen through the thick fog. He ignored the things he desired most in his heart and drew his knife to cut it all in half.

The last scene of the numerous illusions was the powerful force he desired most. The mist rolled and took the form of a familiar figure.

The man in Taoist robe, long beard and holding an Eight Trigrams Heart-Protecting Mirror is none other than the Master, the Taoist Quexin.

In Xiang Yuan's heart, the heartless Taoist is the strongest. He is the image that best represents power in his heart and the one that he cannot resist the most.

After just one look, I lost the desire to fight.

"Playing tricks, give me..."

The knife flashed, shining silver-white, and chopped down with fearlessness, leaving no room for maneuver, and a heart that was not moved by external things, touching the heartless old Taoist's forehead and splitting it in two.

Break it.

"die!"

(End of this chapter)