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

Respectable people don't keep diaries.

When he reads the diary now, everyone feels a chill run down their spines, so they all think there's something wrong with the diary.

Among the crowd, Qinghe's eyes darted around; she too had noticed something amiss.

but.......

"Brother Fugui, the diary needs to be read even more if there are problems with it."

"Only by seeing can we find and solve problems."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan nodded vigorously: "That makes perfect sense."

"Everyone, how about we all watch it together?"

The crowd hesitated and resisted.

Qinghe said softly, "Everyone, we should always give it a try."

"Everyone, you are all Brother Fugui's childhood sweethearts. Now is the time for you to support him."

Upon hearing this, many of the childhood friends reluctantly stood beside Wang Quan to watch.

The other Taoist priests exchanged glances, and then gathered around to watch as well.

Wang Quan was literate and carefully read through his diary.

The first thing he read was the diary of the first abbot:

[I'm so happy! I'm just a farmer's son, and I dug up a huge tomb and found a secret manual. This manual is called [Blank Space]]

......

[A secret manual descended from the heavens, my future is bright. I will establish Qingfeng Temple, to be remembered for generations, and to be etched in history.]

......

I imparted the cultivation methods to the young disciples [blank space here].

.....

Most of the young disciples couldn't learn the techniques, but the one I had the best eye on did, only to disappear afterward.

A new Taoist novice named Wang Ming has arrived at the Taoist temple. He is intelligent, diligent, and eager to learn; I admire him.

.....

A young boy, unable to learn to fly, begged me for help. I was at a loss and anxious. But then, a brilliant idea struck me, and I fitted him with a pair of eagle wings.

He went to the cliff, spread his wings, and flew high; he learned.

My heart is greatly comforted!

........

[For those who couldn't learn the Yellow Sand Technique, I caught some yellow sand and fed it to them, and they learned it.]

[For those who cannot learn the Cold Wind Technique, I make them drink the northwest wind during the cold winter, which saves food and allows them to cultivate at the same time.]

My heart is greatly comforted!

The young disciples were overjoyed!

.....

[Among them, a young Taoist disciple named Wang Ming was the most skilled.]

......

But I always felt he wasn't a good person; I wanted to kill him.

I'm dead!

[It turns out he wasn't Wang Ming. He was my most prized student, and the only one who independently mastered the secret technique.]

.........

Wang Quan looked on blankly.

He turned around and looked at the other Taoist priests and his many childhood friends, hoping to see a look of sudden realization on their faces.

As a result, he only saw that everyone was pale and looked bewildered.

"Keep reading!" Qinghe frowned and whispered, "There's something wrong with this diary, but for now it seems to be nothing more than a minor issue like it's full of wildly imaginative ideas."

"Read the diary of the next abbot!"

Wang Quan opened the second diary.

After I comprehended the "Yellow Sand Technique" from the "[Blank Space]" manual, my master changed: he called me Wang Ming, but I am not Wang Ming!

.....

[The master has lost his mind. He forcibly attached beast wings to everyone, forcing them to jump off a cliff. Many people died from the fall, but some were able to soar.]

......

My master's gaze towards me is getting increasingly strange.

He was clutching the "[Blank Space] Secret Manual," muttering incoherently, saying we were all after his manual and were ungrateful bastards.

He won't let us see the secret manuals anymore, so I can't learn any spells.

I'm not reconciled.

.........

My master grew dozens of arms and hundreds of legs; he wanted to kill me, saying I was Wang Ming, that I was a traitor.

My friends and I killed our master.

Our master has passed away. We've prepared a fine coffin made of golden nanmu wood for him, intending to give him a grand burial.

He opened the coffin lid, wrote in his diary, and then told me, "I am not Wang Ming."

[Waaaaah! Waaaah! Waaaah! My master only recognized me after he died, I'm so happy!]

.....

I've got the cheat code for "[Blank Space]".

I want to understand all the techniques within!

I want Qingfengguan to be remembered in history!

........

I saw Wang Ming.

They said I'm crazy!

No, it's not me who's gone mad, it's the world!

........

That's not Wang Ming, that's my most outstanding disciple.

He killed me!

.....

I followed the old abbot's example, climbed out of the coffin, and wrote a diary.

Remember, that blank space is ominous; persisting in it will lead to ruin.

Wang Quan frowned upon seeing this.

He turned to look at the many young women and Taoist priests, and found that their faces were even paler, and some even had dark circles under their eyes.

What's going on?

Wang Quan didn't understand, so he continued to look through the diary.

He wanted to find the special features that the new abbot had mentioned.

One diary after another was turned over.

Finally, he saw the new abbot's diary.

The new monk's diary is very short, and its opening is also quite unique.

I'm probably going to die soon!

[When the old abbot was alive, there was a Wang Ming. After the old abbot died, Wang Ming did not become the new abbot, but continued to be Wang Ming.]

And I became the new abbot.

This Wang Ming is probably the very same Wang Ming that all the previous abbots have wanted to kill!

The old abbot was confused; he didn't kill Wang Ming.

[I was even more confused. Knowing full well that Wang Ming was someone the successive abbots had wanted to kill, I still protected him.]

I didn't actually want to protect him.

The ominous element wasn't the manual [indicated by a blank space], but rather—Wang Ming.

Find him and kill him.

This is the true mission of Qingfeng Temple!

I chose the new abbot—Fugui (富贵).

[Great muscles, I love my senior sister!]

[He's sure to lead Qingfeng Temple to even greater heights!]

Wang Quan glanced at the diary, then looked at the new abbot with a chill running down his spine: "You're dead?"

The new abbot's lips twitched: "I'm not even in my coffin yet, let alone writing in my diary. How could I be dead?"

Wang Quan said warily, "But you said you're probably dead."

The new abbot paused for a moment: "That's a metaphor and a rhetorical device."

"Ask other people, am I dead?"

Wang Quan turned his head, about to ask the others.

As a result, he turned his head and fell silent.

because:

Behind him, his childhood sweethearts, his great Taoist priests, and many others were bleeding from all seven orifices, their flesh rotting, and many even had billowing black smoke rising from their bodies.

Several greasy female classmates who often hang out together had some unknown liquid dripping from their bodies.

Wang Quan swallowed hard and muttered, "No wonder the senior sisters are all so greasy."

He took a deep breath and smelled the stench of decay and despair.

But the next moment, his eyes lit up:

Among the many decaying green plums, there is one green plum—Qinghe, a delicate and beautiful young lady, with smooth skin and no signs of decay.

Qinghe blinked.

Wang Quan winked.

The two looked at each other in silence.

After a moment, Qinghe took a deep breath and whispered, "Brother Fugui!"

Why are you looking at me like that? Am I your favorite person?

Wang Quan glanced at the other rotten childhood friends and the truly greasy senior sisters, suppressed all his thoughts, and shouted loudly, "Qinghe, I only love you!"

Qinghe felt a tingling sensation in her heart.