Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 38 Preparation. (First update!)

For the next period of time, Zheng Que sat on the throne.

The [Book of Life and Death] in front of him was very quiet, with no new names added.

Zheng Que wasn't surprised by this. Qingli should be protecting him outside and not be killing any ghosts...

Soon, the last wisp of black energy between Zheng Que's eyebrows was also sucked away by the [Book of Life and Death].

The scene before his eyes changed, the empty and incomplete light spots disappeared, the cramped houses slowly appeared, and he was back in the dilapidated temple.

At this moment, the sky outside the door was clear, the golden crow was high in the sky, and the shadow of the sun was very short.

When he took the second medicinal bead, it was still dusk, but now it was already noon.

This breakthrough took him a whole night and a morning.

Zheng Que immediately stood up and walked outside.

creak.

The temple gate opened, dust flew everywhere, but there was no change in the courtyard. The green glass hung on the tree, swaying in the wind.

After glancing around, Zheng Que found a large bluestone in the corner and punched it.

boom!
This large bluestone was about the size of a table. It had not been carved at all and was heavy and solid. But now it was like a brittle cake, broken into pieces. The stone chips fluttered down like snowflakes, covering half of the yard.

Zheng Que did not feel any pain in his fist, as if he had just hit not a rock but a harder egg.

Then, he tested his speed and burst in the yard again, and soon determined that without using any magic, his body's various functions had increased by about twice compared to when he was at the first level of Qi training.

After roughly figuring out his current strength, Zheng Que immediately turned to look at Qingli: "Qingli, come back with me and get some things."

Qingli snorted coldly and said nothing.

So Zheng Que took Qingli and rushed home.

The road was very quiet. Maybe it was because Qingli had been hunting ghosts recently, but Zheng Que hadn't seen a single ghost in the streets and alleys during the past two days when he went out.

Moreover, the number of people going out has obviously increased in the past two days.

However, none of the neighbors Zheng Que met along the way showed up.

A moment later, he returned home and quickly took out a bag of dry food from the depths of the cabinet. He ate a few bites of it first, then packed up the dry food as it was and took it with him.

After becoming a monk, he could go without food or water for many days without his strength being affected in any way.

But now that my doom is approaching, I must be fully prepared!

After simply filling his stomach, Zheng Que walked to the bed again, turned the whole bed over, carried it on his shoulder, and then walked out.

He moved the bed to the ruined temple not for sleeping comfortably, but to give himself an extra layer of insurance. Although the town's restrictions were broken, some protections were still there.

At that time, he put his shoes down one right side up and the other upside down beside the bed, which could delay the ghost from finding him.

While thinking, Zheng Que carried the bed out of the house and headed straight for the dilapidated temple.

Everything went smoothly on the way back to the ruined temple. Along the way, he met many townspeople, but none of them were visible.

Unlike yesterday, when only some of the townspeople he saw on the road yesterday had no shadows, today he did not see anyone with a shadow.

It seemed as if the shadows of all the townspeople had been stolen in one day!
Zheng Que felt more and more that something was wrong. Combined with what Xu Houde had told him yesterday, it was probably because there was a problem with the restriction at the entrance of the town.

If they wanted to repair the restriction at the town entrance, they would have to go to Taiping County and find the cultivator named Lu...

As his mind raced, Zheng Que had already carried the bed into the temple and placed it in the open space beneath the shrine. Meanwhile, Qingli had already skillfully hoisted it onto the old tree in the courtyard.

The female figure was hidden in the treetops, her eyes fixed in the direction of Zheng Que.

This human child's doom is today.

She needs to stay in top shape now, so she can't go out hunting ghosts today...

So, the ghost servant hung high on the treetop, and Zheng Que stayed in the temple. He looked around, tore off a piece of bed sheet, and pasted the window with the torn window paper. After fastening the door latch, he put his shoes on the ground, one right side up and the other upside down, and then sat cross-legged at the head of the bed.

It is not yet dark, but the temple with its doors and windows closed is already gloomy.

In a daze, Zheng Que's expression gradually became very solemn.

Today at the hour of Hai is my calamity period.

There is still enough time for him to practice again.

He broke through to the second level of Qi training last night and didn't have time to help Qingli improve her cultivation. Now is the perfect time to make up for it!

Thinking of this, Zheng Que immediately began to practice.

However, perhaps because of the impending disaster, he has been somewhat uneasy. He has practiced the technique several times but has not been able to enter the state of cultivation.

This dragged on for a while. Zheng Que took a deep breath, closed his eyes, emptied his mind, and thought about nothing. He forgot all the distracting thoughts in his mind, including the disaster he was about to face.

After a moment, he successfully adjusted his state of mind and began to practice the [Seed of Life Technique] again.

The spiritual power roamed skillfully in his body. Somewhere in the dark, he entered the void again, constantly capturing strands of breath.

As time passed, Zheng Que opened his eyes again and saw the deep and dilapidated palace, with the [Book of Life and Death] spread out in front of him.

Seeing that he had entered the underworld, he did not hesitate and immediately read to the [Book of Life and Death]: "Qingli."

Before he finished speaking, a thick fog rose from the hall. In the fog, a graceful figure appeared. She was wearing white clothes and black hair, with a token with the word "Yi" hanging around her waist. It was Qingli.

After Qingli realized that he had arrived in the underworld, he knelt down hurriedly and said very respectfully: "Your humble servant greets you, sir!"

"Your Excellency, you are aware of everything, and you are upright and upright..."

Without waiting for the other party to finish this repetitive set of flattery, Zheng Que did not delay. While Qingli was kneeling with her head down, he raised his palm and pointed the word "Ling" on the palm at her.

The next moment, a strong cold wind blew around Qingli, and the negative energy came roaring, turning into an inverted black ocean and pouring into his body.

Qingli was excited and said quickly, "Thank you very much, sir!"

"Your Excellency's kindness is as great as a mountain. I will never forget it..."

After a while, the Yin energy around Qingli increased significantly, and then slowly stopped growing.

The higher the ghost's cultivation level, the more Yin energy it needs. Qingli's Yin energy has increased greatly this time, but it still seems to be some distance away from the sixth level of [Tongue-Pulling Prison].

Seeing that Qingli had failed to break through the sixth level of [Tongue-Pulling Prison], Zheng Que was not surprised and immediately ordered, "Retreat."

The fog rose again in the hall, surging like a tide, swallowing Qingli's figure in an instant, and then the fog dissipated without a trace.

Zheng Que turned his gaze back to the [Book of Life and Death], waiting for the black energy between his eyebrows to end.

At this moment, a new name suddenly appeared on the [Book of Life and Death]...

"...Xu Houde. Birthplace: Changfu Town, Taiping County, Tuzhou, Dali Dynasty. Life span: fifty-four years, three months, and seven days. Died suddenly at the hour of Xu."

(End of this chapter)