Chapter 264: Feudal Superstition Kills People

The older you get, the more you sympathize with Yue Buqun, and the more you hate Linghu Chong, the protagonist.

Because only when you carry this family can you understand the meaning of this burden.

If at this moment there was a yellow-haired ghost-fire son who was pulling his feet and preparing to light the natural gas at home, the old father would definitely be furious.

If it were Yan Xu, he would have killed his own relative for the sake of justice long ago. If he didn't kill him, he would have been waiting to be angered to death.

However, sympathy does not mean that Yan Xu will relax his vigilance against Yue Buqun. This man is not a true gentleman. If possible, he will not hesitate to kill or even assassinate anyone who poses a threat to the Huashan Sect.

How could a man who could pull the Huashan Sect back from the brink of death when it was about to be annihilated under heavy external pressure be a gentleman? It is obvious that the world of martial arts has never been a place where justice is the key.

Thinking of this, Yan Xu looked up at the Huashan Sect’s headquarters, knowing that they would meet soon.

The panting sound behind him made Yan Xu stop, and then he turned around helplessly to look at Lin Pingzhi who was supporting himself with his knees and gasping for breath.

"It seems that not only do you lack strength, but your physical strength is also far from enough. When you settle down, your master will give you a Mo Dao so that you can practice your strength. Without strength, how can you chop people and kill demons?" Yan Xu shook his head and said.

"Yes, Master, I will work hard!" Lin Pingzhi, who originally looked like a young master, changed into a Taoist robe, leaned on a whistle stick and carried a package on his back, just like the common porters at home. However, he did not seem to care about these differences and still spoke with full fighting spirit.

"Okay, without a will of steel, how can you forge a body of steel? Keep working hard." Yan Xu nodded with satisfaction and continued walking up the mountain.

Mount Huashan is steep, and it was even more so hundreds of years ago. There were no roads in many places, let alone the scenic spots. Without a good body, you couldn't even climb the mountain.

However, the more places like this there are, the more people who practice in seclusion. From the foot of the mountain to here, Yan Xu saw at least two dozen grave mounds. Some were in front of thatched houses, some were in caves, and some were beside the paths. The materials ranged from common loess to gravel, depending on what was around.

This is still a situation where there are people helping to build the graves. There are even more corpses that no one has to clean up. It can be seen that the path of cultivation is not so easy. If you don’t have a fortune, you’d better stay at home.

When almost reaching the mountainside, Yan Xu unexpectedly saw a humble and ethereal monk in the depression of the stone wall at the corner. His clothes were almost hanging down, and the open clothes revealed his deeply sunken abdomen and clearly visible ribs. He was muttering something, and he listened carefully.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, I feel like I've gotten the idea! I've gotten the idea! The Qigong Fasting and Qi-Bedituating Method can really lead to immortality!"

Just after he finished speaking, the Taoist friend with a flushed face died. The speed at which he died caught Yan Xu off guard.

"Bury it." Yan Xu shook his head and said to Lin Pingzhi.

"Okay, Master." Lin Pingzhi was already accustomed to this. He had done this job many times along the way, so he swiftly took out the folding short shovel given by his master from behind, found a vacant space nearby, and started digging quickly.

Five feet long, two feet wide, and one foot deep, this monk who turned into a ghost lay down and was buried in the yellow earth. No one would know who he was now, let alone in the future.

"Master." Lin Pingzhi gave the Qigong Fasting method he found on the other party to Yan Xu.

Yan Xu opened it and frowned immediately. Not to mention that it was not included in the system, just the ridiculous terminology in it made him shake his head.

I don't know where the author copied it from. It looks fascinating, but it's actually very confusing. It feels like a novel reorganized from excerpts of the Four Great Classics. It would be fine if it was for self-entertainment, but the key is that someone else got it and believed it, and ended up starving himself to death.

"Feudal superstition is killing people." Yan Xu sighed and threw the book away.

But this man was lucky. At least when he was starving to death, he had the illusion of becoming an immortal instead of eating meat. It could be said that his dream came true. At the same time, someone buried him so his body did not remain exposed in the wilderness.

Lin Pingzhi, who was standing by, didn't understand what he said, but fortunately he was obedient. He thought that what his master said made sense. If he didn't understand, it must be his own problem. Therefore, he didn't even look at the Qigong Fasting and Fuqi Method that was regarded as a treasure by the dead monks, and continued to follow his master up the mountain.

Arriving at the mountainside of Yuntai Peak, the terrain is much flatter. There used to be a Taoist temple on the side. I don't know which wealthy Taoist practiced Taoism here, but it was unfortunately taken away when the Demon Cult attacked Huashan. Only the broken walls and tiles are left, and a message carved with weapons saying that someone from the Demon Cult killed people here.

Yan Xu thought this place was not bad. After all, Mount Huashan was steep and it was not easy to find a flat place.

Since Lin Pingzhi treated him as a deity, Yan Xu did not hide anything. With a smile on his face, he waved his sleeves forward, and suddenly a Taoist temple with two entrances appeared in front of the two of them.

Lin Pingzhi was stunned and at the same time became more convinced that his master was a god who had descended to earth.

Yan Xu nodded in satisfaction. The fusion system indeed broke some rules and could be used in other worlds, although its functions were somewhat restricted, such as the inability to instantly build large system buildings.

Even so, the instant creation of a small Taoist temple was undoubtedly a miracle. If Lao Zhu were still alive, he would be revered as the national teacher.

"Okay, don't just stand there, get familiar with the place and get ready to light the fire and cook." Yan Xu said calmly, and Lin Pingzhi was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He was busy in and out of the Taoist temple, and from time to time he touched the wall to confirm that this was real, because it was simply unbelievable.

In any case, the master and disciple now have a place to live in Huashan.

Yan Xu brought furniture, bedding, clothes and food from modern times, so all Lin Pingzhi needed to do was sweep the yard, fetch water and chop wood, and the rest of his time was spent reading and practicing martial arts.

There is no problem with studying, as Yan Xu has plenty of books. If he occasionally encounters a question he doesn't understand, he can go and ask Uncle Jiu, and then come back to tell his apprentice.

If you want to learn martial arts, start by strengthening your muscles and bones, and give up practicing with the sword and instead practice the Mo Dao.

In the world of Smiling Proud Wanderer, swords are the mainstream, while knives are seen as vulgar. The Five Mountains Sword Sects have overshadowed Shaolin and Wudang.

Lin Pingzhi originally thought so, but the knife attack from the Fuwei Escort Agency not only broke the prejudice of the martial arts world, but also left an indelible mark in the young man's heart. Therefore, he practiced knife skills very hard. Yan Xu had to take the time to ask Yang Delin to prepare some medicinal powders to assist in his practice, otherwise, if he continued to practice like this, he would sooner or later ruin himself.

Yan Xu's teaching of Lin Pingzhi was also a review of his own cultivation system, because his progress was too fast and unsystematic.

For example, the magical strike that Yan Xu started with belongs to the art of Shintoism, and the ghost body is a gift from the system. Then there is Tai Chi and Lightning Thunder Fist. One belongs to internal martial arts, and the other is a Taoist art that combines magic and martial arts. Now, internal force martial arts are added to it. To say that it is a hodgepodge is an understatement.

These things cannot be said to be mixed up, after all, they are not part of the same system, so Yan Xu plans to integrate them as much as possible by teaching Lin Pingzhi. Otherwise, it would be a waste of energy if he did things haphazardly, and if he took the wrong path, it would not be easy to turn back.

(End of this chapter)