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

Wang Quan was startled by a shrill shout.

He grabbed the millstone that was being used to grind strength and strode towards the source of the screams.

When he arrived at the destination, he saw Xiaoming leaving the confinement room.

In his eyes, Xiaoming was just like a normal person at this time, except that he looked very thin and weak, short, slightly hunched, a little lame, with a crooked mouth and eyes, and a bald head that was also a little pointed because he had been exposed to strange winds for a long time.

Apart from that, everything is normal.

The only abnormal thing is:

Xiaoming's long hair flew wildly, resembling a giant snake.

Some of the long hairs pierced into a person's body, and that person was lifted up by his hair.

"Butcher?"

Qinghe ran over and gasped in surprise when she saw the person above.

Wang Quan didn't know the butcher because he had never paid any attention to him.

Qinghe knew about this because she often went there to sell meat, which is how she got to know her.

Moreover, Qinghe also knew that the other party was also a future cultivator.

Heh! Heh! Heh!

Xiao Ming chuckled maliciously, "Wang Quan, do you really think you can suppress me forever?"

"Look, the senior has come to save me!"

"Today, I've joined forces with my senior to kill you."

"Senior, please bless me!"

Whoosh!

The butcher, his hair wriggling and piercing his body, blew out a [Sandstorm] spell with tears streaming down his face.

call!

The sandstorm swept through, tearing away flesh and bone; it was terrifying.

However, as the sandstorm penetrated Xiaoming's body, his hunched figure straightened up slightly, and his distorted facial features recovered somewhat.

"You wretched creature, come and die!"

Xiao Ming limped toward Wang Quan.

Wang Quan grinned maliciously: "You little natives, you dare to fight me in close combat?"

"kill!"

He opened his mouth and spewed out countless strands of icy wind.

The wind fell on Xiaoming, freezing his joints, blood, muscles, and bones.

Suddenly, Xiaoming, whose running away was already unusual, became even slower.

However, the butcher controlled by Xiaoming's hair opened his mouth and spewed out bursts of sandstorm magic.

The Sandstorm spell, under Xiaoming's era of authority, was distorted and transformed into a healing spell, thus negating the power of the royal spell.

call!

Wang Quan swung the millstone and smashed it down on Xiao Ming's head.

Xiao Ming growled, crossed his hands, and formed a hand seal: "Watch my Heaven-Turning Seal."

boom!

Crack!

The palm exploded, exposing the white bones, and the pointed head was flattened.

"Senior, save me!"

Xiao Ming screamed and backed away.

call!call!call!

The butcher gritted his teeth and unleashed a sandstorm spell, which landed on Xiaoming's head, after which the pointed head returned to its original position.

His shattered hands have healed completely.

But the next instant, Wang Quan swung the millstone and smashed it down again.

boom! boom! boom!

The pointed head was repeatedly smashed flat, then became pointed again.

Xiao Ming screamed, retreated, and frantically fled back to the solitary confinement room.

Crack!

The large iron gate closed.

Two menacing faces bared their teeth at Wang Quan.

Wang Quan was furious and picked up a millstone to smash the gate.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The gate was teetering on the brink of collapse, and the two menacing faces were bruised and swollen from being beaten, howling in agony.

"Stop hitting him!"

"pain!"

Wang Quan sneered: "Pain?"

How much pain can you feel?

"You won't open the door for me, and you dare to complain about being in pain?"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wang Quan continued his rampage.

If the door can't hold up, then you have to open it.

Inside the confinement room, Xiaoming gritted his teeth and once again used his privileges to call for help.

Then, the new abbot arrived.

The new abbot at this time wore a black and white Taoist robe, and his face had become a yin-yang face.

His face was half smiling, half contorted in a grimace: "Fugui, stop smashing things!"

"If you smash the door, a great terror will sweep in."

Wang Quan: "Hmm?"

He stopped and frowned as he looked at the new abbot.

In the past, when the new abbot encountered such a situation, he would rebuke the king and then rebuke Xiaoming.

They would also say that they are both like children and should love each other dearly.

But now, he's saying there's something terrifying inside.

Wang Quan looked at the solitary confinement room, a look of bewilderment flashing in his eyes.

"This so-called great terror, was it because Xiaoming controlled you that you blurted it out?"

"Or... is this what you wanted to say yourself?"

The new abbot smiled and said, "This is something I've come to realize!"

"During this period, I read the old abbot's diary, the diaries of generation after generation of abbots, and even my own diary in the library."

"That's when I had this realization."

Wang Quan frowned.

He can understand other people's diaries.

But what's the point of reading your own diary?

Looking at the new abbot's strikingly different features, a thought struck him: "Did you become like this after reading the diary?"

The new abbot chuckled and remained silent.

boom!

Wang Quan threw down the millstone, glanced at the piece of wood extending towards the solitary confinement cell, and then laughed loudly, "Let's go, I'll take a look at the old abbot's diary."

The new abbot smiled.

Qinghe, standing in the crowd, looked bewildered.

Many of the young women were equally bewildered.

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New main room:

A pile of worn-out diaries sat on the table.

The new abbot pointed out, "This is the diary of the first abbot of Qingfeng Temple, this is the second... this is the diary of the previous abbot, and this is mine."

"Why don't you give it a try?"

"Or, shall I just tell you what I found in the diary?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "I want to see for myself."

The new abbot hesitated for a moment: "After you see this, please don't go crazy."

"These diaries, for some reason, have recently become tainted with something ominous."

"By the way, what about the scroll of the [Yellow Sand Dharma] I gave you? Have you practiced it well?"

"If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

Wang Quan was stunned.

The new abbot gave him the "General Outline of Leftist Paths," not the Yellow Sand Method at all.

But why did he ask that?

Could it be that the real abbot is already dead? Is this one a fake?

At this moment, Wang Quan's back was covered in sweat.

"The 'yellow sand method' is simple; I mastered it with just a few practice sessions!"

He observed the new monk's expression.

However, the new abbot's expression remained normal. He sighed and said, "You are indeed a person of extraordinary talent, a genius beyond compare."

"I taught you the path of cultivation in advance, and this step was definitely the right one."

Wang Quan nodded: "It's all thanks to the Abbot's discerning eye for talent!"

The new abbot said smugly, "That's right."

"Alright, hurry up and read your diary!"

"Look quickly, make a problem as soon as possible, so I can use you to test my new methods for suppressing hysteria and madness."

Royal power...

Just then, a knock came from outside, followed by the voices of many childhood friends: "Brother Fugui, open the door!"

Crack!

Wang Quan opened the door.

Then, he saw many childhood sweethearts and their childhood friends rushing in, their faces pale.

In the courtyard, there were also many Taoist priests and greasy female disciples coming over.

Wang Quan glanced around and noticed that only Xiao Ming was absent; everyone else had arrived.

The group that arrived were pale-faced: "Abbot, we feel a little cold, and a little scared!"

The new abbot frowned: "You are all cultivators, what are you afraid of? Ghosts? I was just about to refine the Ghost Banner, if there is a ghost, I can use it to let it go through the banner."

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priests cheered, "As expected, the Abbot is truly amazing!"

"However, what we fear is not ghosts, but something indescribable."

Wang Quan asked curiously, "What is it?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison: "We don't know!"

"We only felt scared when we learned that you and the abbot were coming to read the diary."

"Respectable people don't keep diaries."

"wealth and honor"

Royal power...