Parasitic Immortal Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Chapter 259 The sealing method of Saint Qingyuan

After finishing the matter for the time being, the other disciples went to the ancestral hall to worship the statues of their ancestors.

It is said that the Suzaku tribe has "spirits", and it is these spirits that maintain the law and order in this area so that no one in the Yan Mansion dares to commit crimes. Therefore, everyone in the Yan Mansion respects the worship in the ancestral hall.

Arriving at the ancestral hall, Bai Bing saw a stone statue.

This is a plump and tall man, holding a whisk in his hand, and even the stone has the aura of immortality blowing towards his face.

"It always feels a little familiar."

Bai Bing suddenly realized, "Is this the Qingyuan Saint?"

"You have little knowledge." A disciple who was worshiping opened his eyes and mocked: "If you practice evil, I don't think there is any need to worship. You are insulting the ancestors of our clan."

Ah, such a familiar mocking body. Bai Bing felt relieved all over, "You are right, even if I worship, I will not get the inheritance from my ancestors.

Even if I got it, it was just a fluke."

disciple:"……"

He couldn't answer the call for a moment.

Bai Bing looked at it and found that the statue was not psychic and had no meaning. He did not know where Venerable Qingyuan was now.

According to the task card, they have to complete the task of killing local evil cultivators and maintaining peace before they can receive the inheritance based on their xinxing performance.

Looking left and right, he came to the woodshed because he was attracted by the smell of blood here.

There was actually a man locked up in the woodshed. His hair was very long and messy, like a beggar. Judging from his experience in living in a house in his previous life, he hadn't taken care of it for at least three months.

But the beggar's eyes were very sharp, like a knife, poking straight at my waist.

"Are you the envoy of the Suzaku tribe?" The beggar saw Bai Bing and spoke in a hoarse voice.

Bai Bing nodded, "What a coincidence, you too?"

The beggar looked at an idiot and said, "Are you mentally ill? Have you ever seen a messenger locked up like this?"

Bai Bing said: "I said you are an evil cultivator."

The beggar was calmed down for a moment. He thought for a while, but he didn't understand how he exposed himself as an evil cultivator.

After a while, he came to his senses. Isn't it normal for him to come here and know that I am an evil cultivator?

"You seem to have lost your mind. You have been thinking about this kind of problem for so long."

Bai Bing squatted down, stared at him and pondered for a moment, and then the system prompted him that there was strong mental pollution here.

The beggar stared at him for a moment, his eyes ghost-like.

Then, he spoke in a cold voice, "You are a pig."

Bai Bing: "???"

"Are you angry? You have the guts to kill me." The beggar sneered.

Bai Bing rubbed his chin. It turned out that he was not delirious, but just mentally ill.

"I can't spin silk, and I don't have eight legs." Bai Bing looked at it for a while, "Who are you, and why are you locked here?"

The beggar was surprised, "You don't know?"

"I saw you when I first arrived. Your bones were amazing and you looked like you had died young."

Died young. The beggar's cloudy eyes were clear for a moment, "No, you just said that I am also an evil cultivator? Are you too?"

Bai Bing nodded, "It seems that your spirit can still be saved."

"Hahaha"

The beggar suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "It's so interesting, you poor parasites, you actually imitate the way of speaking of our evil cultivators, you really do everything you can to find out the secrets.

It seems that I have to remind them in the future to be careful and not to be deceived by your sweet words."

Bai Bing said: "I am really an evil cultivator."

Why don't you believe it?

"Really?" The beggar reached into the firewood behind his butt and took out two black elixirs. "Which of these two elixirs is just a bug?"

But I can identify any evil cultivator clearly. If you are right, I will believe you."

Bai Bing looked at it for a while, "Both of them?"

The beggar showed a mocking look, took out the third pill from behind his butt, and said coldly: "Wrong, this one is.

Hahaha, are you exposed? Are you angry?

Your joke is not funny at all, how can this envoy of the Suzaku Clan be an evil cultivator? What a joke."

He raised his neck and said, "Quick, if you dare, kill me and give me pleasure."

Bai Bing was silent for a while. Damn it, now he has fallen to the point where he doesn't even trust evil cultivators. He said: "This is not important. You can tell me how you were imprisoned here. I won't kill you. Just feel better."

Let you go."

When he heard that he was not going to kill, the beggar lost interest and said, "I am the leader of the evil cultivator in this area. I specialize in killing you, the pests in the world. I wanted to destroy the Yan Mansion, but my skills were inferior and I became a prisoner."

Since you are the envoy of the Suzaku tribe, I should be reserved for your interrogation, so kill me quickly so that you can take credit and go back."

"Do you want to die? Is it because you want to hide some secret?" Bai Bing asked.

"That's right, I hid thirty widows in the next village, one every day, not the same one every month."

"My Suzaku tribe has the soul-searching technique, do you want to try it?" Bai Bing said.

The beggar was silent.

"Okay, I'm actually here to kill gods." The beggar grinned, "You are here to worship Saint Qingyuan, right? Are you afraid that I will kill him?"

Bai Bing was surprised and lowered his voice, "Seriously?"

If you want to kill him, we are brothers.

The beggar looked at Bai Bing's expression, held it in for a while, and sneered: "The people you sent to interrogate are really getting better and better at acting. In the prison I was in before, you are still a talent to some extent, but it's not necessary.

It’s been so long, and I’m tired of it. Let me tell you the plan, and you’ll be fine. When you go back to receive the reward, don’t forget that there’s still a person like me.”

Bai Bing wanted to ask you how to kill a dead person, but he held back and took out a pen and paper, "You tell me."

The beggar said, "After people like them die, they will become a scourge, polluting your body and soul, and making you more violent. It's a pity that you still think it is some kind of inheritance and flock to it like ducks."

Do you know the Song family in Yunshui County? They are like this. After receiving the guidance of Saint Qingyuan and taking some pills, they changed from good people to murderous people. The funny thing is that the more they are like this, the happier they are.

This is the way of heaven, good people should die, and no good person can live to become a god or a saint.

You ancient races are all the same thing. If you don't seek to develop, you will snatch inheritance for a group of old ghosts who are buried in the ground. What you inherit is nothing but dross.

Look how much this world has been ruined by you. What ancient race is nothing more than a group of parasites and vampires, and they all deserve to die!

However, I must admit that your 'ancestor' is quite capable and invisible. He will only appear on the statue during your big sacrifices, so I wanted to take advantage of this moment to take action, but I failed."

The beggar pointed to the wooden pile not far away and said coldly:

"See that coffin nail? Use it to kill."

Bai Bing stretched out his hand to pull it off, his eyes narrowed slightly. It turned out to be the scent of a black spike in his hand. It looked almost exactly the same, like an industrialized product.

"And my plan is to use this magical weapon to pierce the statue at this time, seal it inside forever, and then take the statue away and suppress it forever.

In this way, you can still behave like a human being. Of course, you have the right to kill your ancestors and take away your inheritance.

We evil cultivators do not seek fame or fortune, only a clear conscience."

After saying that, he stared at Bai Bing, his eyes dark, and his face showed the will to die.

"What are you looking at?" Bai Bing said, "Are you done?"

"Why don't you kill me yet?" The beggar's face gradually became strange.

Bai Bing said: "Are you so anxious to die? To reincarnate?"

When writing, he had already written down the previous description. It seemed that this guy was indeed no ordinary person. He came with a black spike. By the way, if this thing was inserted into the statue, could it really seal the Qingyuan Saint?

"What do you mean if we kill him and we can still act like human beings?" Bai Bing asked casually.

The beggar smiled, "That's what it means on the surface, we call it 'pollution blocking'.

All of you are being manipulated, and at some point, you will become neither human nor ghost, as if you were sleepwalking, killing all sentient beings, tampering with your memory, and erasing history."

Bai Bing's pen tip stopped and he raised his head.

He seemed to understand what the cold eyes meant.

Brother, there are some things I can’t say.

"It's weird. You should have turned into a ghost with red eyes and killed me." The beggar said, "Is it possible that you are not a pure member of the ancient race? Forget it, you don't understand even if you tell me."

Bai Bing understood. He was silent for a moment and added something in his notes.

【He really wants to die.】

He deliberately talked about these sensitive swarm rules in an attempt to get me to kill him.

So, why did he want to die?

Bai Bing's heart moved slightly, secret!

He should be afraid of being soul-searched and involving other people who know the rules of the insect swarm. So behind him, there is a huge evil cultivator organization, and they have even more control over the rules of the insect swarm than I imagined.

Bai Bing thought for a moment. According to the "pheromone" principle of the insect swarm, he should have "mutated" at this time, but he did not. It may be the reason for the big fat insect.

Fortunately, we are still normal people

He looked at the black spike in his hand. Could it be said that sealing the Qingyuan Saint can block the source of pollution?

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(End of chapter)