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

In the eyes of the future cultivator butcher, the first place to change is Qingfeng Temple.

He often lay on a jujube tree outside, gazing into the distance.

Initially, he felt that the architecture inside was a bit awkward, with a strange sense of incongruity.

He saw moss and mushrooms growing on many buildings.

Although the young Taoist priests cleaned every day, they never actually cleaned it.

They might even carefully go around it.

The moss and mushrooms spread outwards, and after more than a month, many buildings in Qingfeng Temple were covered with moss and mushrooms.

Many buildings even feature vines that are typically found on large tombs.

The entire Taoist temple exuded an aura of decay.

A few months later, mottled moss and twisted vines appeared on the walls of Qingfeng Temple.

Many people entered and exited the Taoist temple, but no one noticed anything unusual.

A year later, this condition had appeared in all the buildings in the town.

The butcher felt uneasy, so he practiced his magic while searching for Wang Ming.

They wanted to get rid of Wang Ming and end this abnormal historical episode.

He found Wang Ming's hiding place and learned Wang Quan's identity.

At this moment, however, he dared not make a move.

Because at this point, he discovered that the abnormalities at Qingfeng Temple were becoming increasingly terrifying.

"Let that royal power scout ahead first."

"If he can handle Wang Ming, everything will be fine."

"If we can't get rid of him, then let him explore the dangers inside."

He sensed danger and wanted to leave.

However, he discovered that he couldn't leave the town.

After trying hundreds of times, he gave up leaving the town and then focused on his spiritual practice.

Finally, fourteen years after he was born, he decided to take action.

He felt that he could not rely on the monarchy.

"Then let me take the biggest share and let me end this chapter of history!"

That night, the wind and rain howled.

The butcher exclaimed excitedly, "A stormy season is perfect for killing!"

He wore a straw raincoat, carried several pig-slaughtering knives, and headed straight for Qingfeng Temple with a murderous aura.

call out!

He easily jumped over the three- or four-meter-high wall and landed in the courtyard.

The ground felt soft under my feet, like stepping on flesh.

He knew this place was abnormal, so he didn't look down to investigate, fearing he might be contaminated by something strange.

tread!tread!tread!

He stepped onto the soft ground, smelling the stench of decay, and arrived at the backyard.

A twisted tree branch extends from the front yard, its twisted trunk resembling a combination of hundreds of twisted arms.

At the end of the tree trunk, a gourd was hanging.

The gourd was a pale green, like jade, and showed no signs of decay.

At this moment, the tree branch grabbed the gourd and slowly extended towards the solitary confinement cell where Wang Ming was located.

The butcher looked at the gourd, then at the solitary confinement cell: "Didn't they realize that this treasure is about to fall into the hands of a historical anchor?"

"Such a good treasure, given to a bunch of bumpkins to use, what a waste."

"Does Wang Quan, the Taoist priest who scatters flowers, really intend to rely on the natives to kill Wang Ming?"

"ridiculous!"

The butcher suppressed all his thoughts and walked to the front of the solitary confinement cell.

At this moment, two flesh-and-blood faces guarded the door of the solitary confinement cell.

They were just snoring at that moment.

Not far away, the childhood sweethearts arranged by Qingmei were keeping a close watch.

Many childhood friends remained unmoved upon seeing the butcher.

Because the children told them to keep an eye on Xiaoming, not to keep an eye on outsiders.

The butcher pushed open the door.

I tried to push it, but it wouldn't budge.

On the gate, two bloodied and grotesque faces awoke.

They bared their teeth at the butcher: "Man, what are you going to do?"

"This road is blocked!"

The butcher blinked: "Gentlemen, what are your duties?"

The two menacing faces exchanged a glance: "Keep an eye on the rich and powerful, and guard the gate."

The butcher smiled: "Gentlemen, listen to my excuses."

"First, I am not rich or noble, you don't need to pay any attention to me!"

The two menacing faces looked blank for a moment, then nodded: "That makes sense."

The butcher took a deep breath: "Second: I will not steal from the door, nor will I damage it."

"Just open the door and let me in."

Two menacing faces; I felt what he said made sense, but not much.

According to the new temple master's instructions, they should not have opened the gate.

But... when they thought of Xiaoming inside the house, their feelings were complicated.

then:

"As long as you're not rich, and as long as you don't steal from the front door, it's up to you!"

At that moment, the butcher smiled.

Crack!

The door opened.

Inside the confinement room, a thick, tangible stench of decay emanated from the room.

call!

The butcher jumped aside, took a deep breath, and then rushed into the house: "No matter what the historical anchor is like, I'll leap in and unleash [Sandstorm]!"

Before the sandstorm spell could weaken, he went up and slashed him, first giving him a sharp, piercing blow; then he slit his neck and took his head.

"Let him die in a state of confusion and be completely baffled."

Thinking of this, he laughed and jumped into the solitary confinement cell.

As soon as he entered the solitary confinement cell, he saw a twisted and emaciated creature.

Upon seeing him, the creature's eyes glowed red: "Indeed, a protagonist like me always has a senior expert to rescue me."

The butcher was stunned, not understanding.

However, he still opened his mouth and spat out a sandstorm spell.

call!

The wind and sand swept across, landing on the twisted creatures.

The creature opened its mouth, swallowed the sandstorm spell in one gulp, then its face lit up with joy, and it cried out, "Senior, your healing spell is truly amazing!"

"The injuries I sustained from being beaten by that bastard Wang Quan have actually healed a little bit."

"Senior, please continue treating me."

The butcher panicked.

This sandstorm technique is extremely powerful.

A gust of wind and sand can blow even hundreds of tons of rocks into a hole, making them crack and ripple.

But now, this monster is using it as a healing spell?

"What kind of monster is this?"

"What can the royal power possibly use to fight this monster?!"

At that moment, he was bewildered and terrified.

He stepped back, turned around, and ran away.

"Senior, you can't leave!"

"Outside, there is the extraterrestrial demon king, whose thoughts are twisted and whose style is evil. He is the worst person in heaven and earth."

"If you go out, he will surely harm you."

As he was speaking, the butcher saw a large hand descend from the sky and grab him.

The butcher was terrified and struggled frantically: "Let me go! Let me out!"

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

Xiao Ming gave a twisted smile: "Senior, I know you're eager to go out and help me kill the bad guys."

"But don't rush."

"Help me heal my wounds first."

The butcher rolled his eyes: "Even if I die, I won't heal your wounds."

Their mission as future monks is to kill historical anchors, thereby altering history.

As for why history was altered, he had vaguely heard some of it:

A major event is about to happen in the real world; it is about to enter the Dharma-ending Age. Only by changing history can the real world be saved.

Therefore, he would rather die than save the historical anchor.

He roared towards the door, "Wang Quan, the Flower-Scattering Taoist, save me... I am..."

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