From the beginning of this turbid world, the Taoist priest descended the mountain.

[Yearly Ruler: Forestry]

[Qi and Blood: 8]

[Strength: 7] (Method: Life Fire Furnace)

[Agility: 6]

[Divine Sense: 4] (Method: Spiritual Vision)

[Ordination]: None

[Technique]: Five Animals - Walking Ape Technique (Minor Success)

[Evil Thoughts and Impurities in Life (Incubation Level): 14%]

The forestry worker shook his head and looked again at the few altars and followers of the sect.

When these guys saw their leader killed, they scattered like birds and beasts.

Everyone's teaching Tan'er how to do chores, not risking their lives. They're just trying to be friendly and act like big shots. Even if they do something immoral, it won't affect their own families.

But now things have gone wrong. This kid in front of us is clearly a trained fighter. Judging from his skills and stance, he might even be a master close to the Ming Jin level in the martial arts world.

You absolutely must not mess with this kind of person; they could get you killed.

However, before they could run very far, the black cloth bags sewn at their waists suddenly burst open, and pale, slender arms emerged from them, directly grabbing the men's throats.

They all fell to the ground, struggling and trying to crawl outwards, desperately trying to find a way to survive.

But it was too late.

The lamp master told them that if they carried this cloth bag, they would not be attacked by the altar grandmother.

But he didn't tell them that once Granny Tan's magic was broken, she would eat them first before replenishing her strength.

They are also blood bags for "demons and monsters".

Lin Ye watched as the blood and pus that had fallen to the ground turned into pools of pus and blood, flowing towards the door of Widow Wang's house.

A golden light suddenly shone, and the voice of the eldest disciple, Lin Ye, came from within.

"Junior brother, that thing's magical root isn't here! Find it and break its magical root!"

As soon as the sound fell, the entire courtyard fell silent.

Lin Ye pushed the door, only to find that it wouldn't budge. It seemed to be under some kind of strange restriction, completely isolating this place from the outside world.

The so-called "root of technique" refers to the foundation of a technique.

The Five Arts of Heaven and Man, the Three Evil Arts—no magic in the world can escape the word "root," just as a tree cannot exist without its roots and stems, and insects cannot exist without water.

Breaking the root of the technique is equivalent to breaking the evil magic.

Lin Ye took a deep breath. In this critical moment, he couldn't afford to think too much. He forced himself to activate his spiritual vision again.

Wherever his spiritual vision passed, he saw a pillar of black energy to the east, which was the mass grave he had passed earlier.

No, it's not a mass grave!

It was on the mountain above the mass grave.

Lin Ye took a deep breath and rushed in that direction.

He stretched out his body, leaping and bounding back and forth on the flat ground, grabbing tree branches and eaves like the white-haired old ape in his memory, as if this were his own mountain forest.

But just then, the sound rang in my ears again.

"Forestry...forestry...forestry"

The voice was mournful and soft, like a beautiful woman sobbing, making one feel pity for her.

Lin Ye gritted his teeth and desperately suppressed his desire to turn back.

Then I heard a song, its lyrics lingering in my ears like a demonic melody.

"Her waist is delicate and supple, graceful and charming, like a willow in the evening breeze—"

Like a demon knocking on the gates of desire, the mournful chants slowed the pace of forestry work.

At that moment, he thought of the "ghost singer" in the Yin Ji lineage.

According to Liu Xiucai, the leader of the Tan'er Sect married a "ghost singer." By combining "Tengshu" (a type of magic), "Jiangtou" (a type of black magic), and the "ghost singer," the Tan'er Sect's sorcery was formed.

As the name suggests, these ghost singers specialize in performing ghost plays for people in the countryside.

They usually spend entire nights singing ghost lyrics to an empty audience, and over time, this naturally leads to a unique set of techniques.

It is said that a powerful "ghost singer" can call a person's soul away from a great distance.

At this moment, the forestry worker's mind was about to falter.

If we turn back now, we're likely doomed.

Just then, a golden light suddenly rose from his pocket and exploded above Lin Ye's head.

It was the talisman that his senior brother had given him to protect himself; he never expected it to come in handy at this moment.

With that loud bang, Lin Ye was instantly jolted awake.

He bit his tongue, the pain and the metallic taste of blood making him afraid to be confused again.

He ran straight up the hill in front of the mass grave.

But the footsteps behind him continued unabated, as if they were following him closely.

As he ran, when he reached the mass grave area, he saw a man wearing a straw raincoat appear in front of him.

He squatted down in front of a grave and heard Lin Ye's footsteps.

Without even looking up, the man said, "Turn left onto the far left path, and you'll see a large black urn after you go up the mountain. Smash it to break the spell."

Lin Ye ran, his mouth full of blood and unable to speak, and thanked the man.

I simply nodded in thanks.

They ran straight back towards the mountain.

After Lin Ye left, the man slowly stood up, looked at the things chasing after him, and said, "Junior brother, I'll help your disciple this time, and we'll be even."

……

Lin Ye ran all the way up the mountain.

As he followed the path he had seen with his spiritual vision, he finally climbed up the mountainside and saw a large black urn in front of him.

A bearded man sat cross-legged in front of a large black urn.

The man looked at Lin Ye with disbelief.

Prior to this, he had already arranged many methods within Wopangou Village.

Even if those people couldn't defeat Lin Zheng and his apprentice, there was still the ghostly antler he kept guarding the village entrance.

It is absolutely impossible to release the person, let alone let them find the location of the 'Root of the Technique'.

But he underestimated the one-armed Taoist priest Lin Zheng, not expecting that this old man was truly skilled.

He is currently in control of the altar, and cannot do anything else.

Although this altar contains the lowest-grade demons and monsters, it is at least one of them. Once a demon or monster is identified, it is no ordinary evil spirit.

Ordinary people who are targeted by Granny Tan have no chance of survival but death.

Moreover, the price of getting Granny Tan to come is not low. Afterwards, it will take the blood sacrifice of more than two hundred people in the entire Wopangou Valley to satisfy Granny Tan's appetite.

But just now, that Taoist priest Lin Zheng actually injured Granny Tan.

Forced to do this, he had no choice but to offer his men as a blood sacrifice to Granny Tan in order to continue holding Lin Zheng back.

But unexpectedly, his second disciple, who had not been ordained, actually came here.

Miscalculated.

Lin Zheng was also taken aback when he saw this person. Judging from his attire, he seemed to be the same as the leader of the Tan'er Sect, so he must also be a leader.

Judging from his aura, this person is more capable than the previous one.

The large black urn behind him, which is the "altar" of the Tan'er Sect, should be the "root of the technique" this time.

Thinking of this, Lin Ye picked up a huge rock the size of a millstone from the side.

Seeing Lin Ye lift such a large rock so easily, the man panicked and said repeatedly...

"Boy, do you know who I work for? Do you know that you and your master are looking for...?"

"Snap—"

The boulder crashed directly into the large black urn, shattering it into pieces.

The bearded man sitting cross-legged on the ground was immediately struck by the backlash of the spell. He felt as if something was inside his chest, and his heart was being squeezed by something.

"puff--"

A bloody hand ripped open his chest and gutted him. He stared in horror at the hand emerging from his chest.

Another hand reached out from under his ribs, and the two hands tore the man apart from the inside out.

he died.

He died at the hands of the terrifying demons and monsters summoned by the Tan'er Sect.

The Great Way is impartial, and spirits are devoid of inherent nature. When you offer to fulfill your promises to them, you become a sacrifice.

Between the large urns smashed by the forestry workers, countless strands of black hair flowed out along with thick blood, accompanied by a strong, fishy stench.

A plume of black smoke shot into the sky.

(You witnessed the afterimage of one of the demons and monsters, [Black Mountain 'Altar Granny']. In your horror, you inhaled a large amount of life-turbid evil energy. Just as you were on the verge of death, [Life-turbid Evil Thoughts] devoured it all. Current incubation level: 41! As you continue to consume life-turbid energy, your body undergoes a transformation, and your spiritual consciousness increases by 1.)

(Your life force is overflowing with evil thoughts, resulting in a great deal of impurity. Your mysterious protective object has become tainted by this impurity and transformed into a [turbid vessel])

(You have obtained the [Turbid Artifact] Rootless Talisman. Effect: Increases your resistance to the three spells from the [Southern Sea Evil Spirit True Lord] faction.)

Lin Ye looked at the man's extremely gruesome death and his heart was in turmoil. He was panting heavily.

Pulling open the top of his clothes, he looked at the silent, sore-faced man.

He had somewhat underestimated the horror of this world.