Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 287 Sword Practice. (First Update!)

Upon hearing this, the Master of Dreams shook his head and replied calmly, "I have never seen 'Yao' either."

"However, you should be able to see her after dawn."

Dawn breaks...

After daybreak, why would he go to see the "Yao"?
We need to leave this Wanshan Temple as soon as possible!
Thinking of this, Zheng Que asked again, "Master Meng Guan, what if only one person draws a divination slip, seeking the 'path of enlightenment,' and ultimately successfully pieces together their own 'law'?"

"After this person left Wanshan Temple, other cultivators came to draw lots. Will they still be able to draw lots for 'marriage' and 'life and death'?"

His real purpose in asking this question was, of course, to find out if he could return after leaving this time and take back the "life and death" here.
Master Meng Guan slowly raised his head, looking calmly at Zheng Que, and replied, "As I just said, there is only one 'law' here."

“If this person seeks the ‘path’ and eventually succeeds in piecing together his own ‘laws’, then after he leaves Wanshan Temple, ‘marriage’ and ‘life and death’ will disappear.”

"When other people enter the temple, they will only see an ordinary 'strange thing'."

Ordinary "weirdness"?
Does this mean that if one doesn't seek "life and death" now, the opportunity for "life and death" will simply disappear?

Or is it that the fragments of rules corresponding to "life and death" have actually been absorbed by one's own "law"?

Thinking of this, Zheng Que realized that if he hadn't gone to get the "best fortune slip" for "marriage" when Chen Zhentao was going through his inner demon tribulation, neither he nor Chen Zhentao would have died.

However, the "rules" of Wanshan Temple must belong solely to Chen Zhentao, and have nothing to do with him anymore...

Similarly, now that I have obtained "marriage" and "path," as long as I ensure that no one seeks "life and death" before I leave Wanshan Temple, this "law" will completely belong to me alone.

Thinking of this, Zheng Que looked at the black-robed female ghost in front of him and said very seriously, "Thank you for your guidance, Master Meng."

"May I ask, Master of Dreams, why are you telling me so much?"

"Furthermore, since Wanshan Temple will become an ordinary 'oddity' after I take this 'law' with me, what will Master Meng do then?"

He was now somewhat apprehensive. This Dream Master was a ghost in the Wanshan Temple, and its way of existence seemed to be very different from ordinary ghosts.

He was unaware that this abbot was part of the Wanshan Temple.

Just like Mu Xiangu, the other party and the "strange thing" here are two different individuals, only now they occupy Wanshan Temple.

Regardless of the type, the other party's true nature is still that of a ghost.

Now he asks whatever he wants, and the other person answers accordingly. What kind of "honest" ghost is that?
Therefore, he wanted to know what the other party's purpose was.
However, no sooner had Zheng Que asked the question than the Dream Master had answered it, and everything around him suddenly changed.

A dilapidated palace suddenly appeared before them. On the mottled long table, the Book of Life and Death was spread out, and next to it was the familiar gavel.

Zheng Que was slightly taken aback by this scene, but quickly came to his senses.

He cultivated with Mu Xiangu and absorbed too much Yin energy, which caused him to directly enter the underworld.

Realizing this, he immediately shook his head. He should have stopped and asked all the questions before continuing his cultivation with Mu Xiangu...

Also, it seems that only I could see that dream master just now?

After all, Mu Xiangu and Luo Fuyu, these two peak-level [Scissors Prison] ghosts, didn't react to it at all...

"We should be able to leave the underworld just as dawn breaks."

“There are still many questions to ask, but we have already obtained the ‘Law,’ so let’s leave Wanshan Temple first.”

"Um……"

"My cultivation level has increased significantly again."

"At this rate of cultivation, I will soon reach the ninth level of Qi Refining."

"Unfortunately, Mu Xian Gu's Yin energy is too strong. Every time he cultivates, he is pulled into the underworld by the Book of Life and Death..." Thinking this, Zheng Que looked at the record of himself in the Book of Life and Death.

"...Zheng Que. Birthplace: Changfu Town, Taiping County, Tuzhou, Dali Dynasty. Lifespan: 16 years, 8 months, 28 days."

Lifespan remains unchanged.

The "strangeness" of Wanshan Temple will soon come to an end.

It seems that my tribulation this time is not within this Wanshan Temple.

Is it the prefectural city?
Are we still on our way to the prefectural city?

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Step, step, step...

Lu Maohong looked solemn and tense as he quickly moved between the courtyards.

As dusk fell, the Wanshan Temple, with its many pavilions and towers, stretched out before the undulating mountains and trees. The Moon Gate, the Treasure Bottle Gate, the Begonia Gate… one gate after another receded rapidly. Ahead lay artificial hills and lakes, ponds and flowers, or bright pavilions and waterside terraces, but the exit remained elusive.

As he walked, Lu Maohong suddenly heard the sound of sharp blades cutting through the air ahead. It seemed that more than one person was wielding a long sword and dancing with it.

He quickened his pace and walked to a gourd-shaped door. Peeking inside, he saw a bright and open space behind the door. On the bluestone-paved square, several familiar figures were wielding long swords, swinging, spinning, and slashing in unison...

Lu Maohong immediately understood that, according to the rules of Wanshan Temple, what he was seeing was the temple's young disciples practicing swordsmanship.

Of course, there were no Taoist disciples in this temple at all!

These so-called Daoist disciples were all cultivators from their own caravan.

The time for the young Taoist to practice swordsmanship is from 1:15 AM to 2:45 AM.

It's almost dawn!

Realizing this, Lu Maohong took a deep breath. In this Wanshan Temple, the guest rooms were the safest places, but all the cultivators who stayed in the guest rooms would fall asleep without realizing it.

Then, at 5:15 AM, they would all go out to practice swordsmanship.

He didn't know what he would do during the day after he finished practicing swordsmanship; he would only wake up again in his guest room at dusk the following day...

In a flash, Lu Maohong slowly retreated. These cultivators were all bewitched, and if they were discovered, even with his peak Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivation, it would be very troublesome.

However, as soon as he took a step back, the icy aura surrounding him suddenly dropped significantly, as if the temperature had risen a little.

The cultivators who were practicing their swordsmanship froze in their tracks, stopping in bewilderment.

"Where am I?! Wasn't I cultivating in the guest room?!"

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, Fellow Daoist Wei, Fellow Daoist Linghu... you're all here too?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Something's not right here, we need to get out of here!"

Upon seeing this scene, Lu Maohong was momentarily stunned, but quickly came to his senses.

The power of Wanshan Temple is further declining!

Now, even these rogue cultivators are finding it difficult to bewitch them.

Realizing this, Lu Maohong did not hesitate. He immediately strode forward, walked out of the gourd gate, looked at the cultivators in front of him, and said in a low voice, "It's almost dawn. Don't go back to your rooms. Come with me!"

(End of this chapter)