Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

When a martial artist searches for a person or an object, he needs to wander through the streets and alleys, investigating bit by bit to gather information.

When spirits are looking for someone, they only need to ask at the butcher shop. If the shop says they've never seen them, then you can rest assured; if they say they have, then you can give up hope.

When cultivators of the new method look for people, they need to call on their friends and find the intelligence agencies established by martial artists.

If a traditional cultivator wants to find a person or an object, he only needs to find a few turtle spirits, crystal spirits, or counting rods to perform a ritual: with disheveled hair, they can chant some incoherent phrases.

When a Taoist practitioner seeks out a person or object, they must also perform rituals on an altar.

Some cultivators draw upon the light of the sun, moon, and stars to deduce their positions based on constellations.

A cultivator captured the turtle demon, threw it into flames to burn it, and examined the cracks in its shell.

A cultivator calculated with his fingers, and based on the seasons, the twenty-four solar terms, the seventy-two pentads, the geomagnetic yin and yang, and the inversion and change, he deduced and searched.

Normally, Daoist cultivators can pinpoint the exact location of people or objects; at the very least, they can locate the general area.

But this time, I couldn't find it.

Many Daoist cultivators, including Ruo Jinghong, found no information about the missing cultivators in their calculations.

It's as if... they never existed.

This result made the faces of a group of Daoist cultivators turn ugly.

"Doesn't exist? What does that mean? Is my memory fake?"

At this moment, many cultivators looked grim.

Just then, a cultivator laughed loudly, "You only learn how to deduce spells from the masses."

"And I cultivate a special divination technique!"

"It's for the masses, suitable for the mediocre."

"Special, suitable for a genius among geniuses like me."

"Get out of my way, all of you, and witness my methods."

The First Legion Commander and others were ashamed and quickly stepped aside, clearing the altar.

As the cultivator was about to ascend the platform to perform a ritual, Ruo Jinghong suddenly said, "Fellow Daoist Sahua has a five-colored altar."

"That altar is a magical artifact that can greatly amplify the power of rituals and spells performed on it."

"Please wait a moment while I borrow the altar to enhance it."

The cultivator sneered, dismissing him with disdain: "Fellow Daoist Scattering Flowers may be more capable than me in other areas, but in the ability to deduce things like this, you are far inferior to me."

"Whether there is one more altar or one less altar, it really doesn't matter to me."

"Everyone, move aside, I'm about to show off!"

The next moment, he stepped onto the stage and then patted his magic bag:

Whoosh!

One by one, hearts emerged and hung in the air, like stars.

"In deduction and pursuit, the most important thing is the heart."

"If I put my heart into it, I'm sure I can find it."

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and sprayed his magic power onto the hearts of varying sizes.

My heart is pounding, making a thumping sound.

Ruo Jinghong and the others suddenly realized: "That makes sense. As long as you put your heart into it, you will definitely succeed."

"Once this matter is settled, I also need to take care of some things."

At this moment, the cultivator patted the treasure pouch again, and mouths flew out from it.

"It's not enough to just do things with your heart; you also need to ask questions and seek advice."

"Success comes from speaking as you speak!"

Ruo Jinghong and the others nodded repeatedly: "That makes sense!"

"Been taught a lesson!"

The monk laughed loudly, his hair disheveled, his clothes torn, and he poured a kind of black dust over himself.

Dust drifted about, as if it were snowing.

He opened his mouth and exhaled gusts of wind, which blew dust like drifting black snow.

Ee-yah-yah!

Bilibili!

The monk was upside down, with black smoke rising from the soles of his feet, connecting his heart and mouth.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

With a throbbing heart and opening and closing mouth, visible Daoist runes flew out.

Numerous Taoist inscriptions combine to form a mirror, upon which images flow and change thousands of times in an instant.

One breath...

The figures of Ma Qingqiu and others can be vaguely seen on the screen.

Everyone was overjoyed and eagerly awaited the arrival of the new year.

Three breaths...

boom!

The mirror shattered.

My heart exploded.

My mouth exploded.

The cultivator screamed and fell to the ground, convulsing and bleeding from his seven orifices.

"An expert is hindering my deductions!"

"I used my heart and my mouth."

"But the other person doesn't accept my sincerity, let alone my words."

"I hate it!"

"I was so close to finding them."

Ruo Jinghong and the others sighed and were disappointed.

At this moment, a female cultivator laughed loudly, "A bunch of fools! You really believe that words and intentions can solve everything?"

"I'm telling you, that's all a lie."

"Get out of the way, all of you, and watch what I'm about to do!"

As she spoke, the female cultivator gracefully landed on the altar.

She kicked the monk from the platform.

The cultivator fell to the ground, screaming, "I shed blood for everyone, I was wounded for everyone; how could you do this to me? Save me!"

Whoosh!

A group of cultivators couldn't bear it, so they went up to feed him secret medicine and spiritual medicine, patting his chest and pounding his back.

After all that commotion, the cultivator finally came to his senses.

He pointed at the female cultivator and sneered, "Woman, you wait."

"You'll pay the price!"

The female cultivator sneered, dismissing it with disdain: "Heh..."

"Everyone, whether you cultivate the common methods of deduction or the strange and unusual methods of the minority, in the end, they are nothing more than ways to bully the weak."

"When real big things happen, you still have to look to me."

"As for me, I practice the magic of fate."

"Just watch what I've got."

As she spoke, she patted her magic bag, and a puff of white smoke appeared, revealing a spinning wheel.

The nun blinked as she stared at the spinning wheel, while the other nuns stared back at her.

A moment later, Ruo Jinghong whispered, "Fellow Daoist, has your Destiny Spell been activated?"

The female cultivator coughed: "No, I was waiting for you to ask me if I needed to borrow Fellow Daoist's altar for this ritual!"

Go through the proper procedures?

I know this very well!

Ruo Jinghong smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist Sahua has an altar that can amplify..."

Before she could finish speaking, the nun quickly interjected, "Yes, yes, I need it!"

"Any item that can be amplified must be used."

"I'm not some kind of idiot!"

Upon hearing this, the monk with the heart-mouthed mouth covered his face in shame.

Ruo Jinghong went to borrow the altar.

She knocked on the door, but Wang Quan didn't want to open it.

As a result, Ying Jiaren was overjoyed.

Upon discovering that it was Ruo Jinghong outside, she forcefully pushed Wang Quan aside, yanked open the door, and grabbed Ruo Jinghong's arm, saying, "Sister, you've come at the right time! Come and save me!"

As he spoke, he pulled her into the house.

Ruo Jinghong struggled, but being a woman, she was delicate and powerless, and was forcibly dragged inside by Ying Jiaren.

Seeing the furnishings inside, her head buzzed, and she immediately covered her face, saying, "I borrowed the altar."

"It's not noisy during the day."

As she spoke, she quickly explained what had happened.

Ying Jiaren nodded: "I'll go to the altar. You can chat with Wang Quan first."

As she spoke, she got dressed and left.

Ruo Jinghong stamped her foot, transforming into a wisp of green smoke as she followed closely behind: "My Tongtong is still waiting outside!"

"Oh, but this is even more exciting!"

"Fellow Daoist Yingjia, I am not that kind of person!"

"Hmm... does it matter?"

"Next time I'll make Tongtong go further away."

Like a fleeting glimpse of a swan...