The essence of the formative period is to flush the body with the aura of heaven and earth to clear the veins. At the level of martial arts, there may be some secret methods to open the knack, but today this is just wishful thinking.

Gucci helped Yuan Peiji break through a big hole. If he doesn't talk about it, his qi and blood will be a bit high.

The goods were deeply moved and said they would do it. They quickly brought lesson plans.

Sure enough, it's all about theoretical knowledge. For this purpose, Wen Gu stayed here for another day until he understood the principles of muscle strength, control, and movement, as well as some practical tips.

His physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people now, but his strength is not unlimited. If the enemies are numerous and complex, one point can be saved.

And Yuan Peiji does not doubt that only when the master goes to the grassroots level, will he have a whim.

Two days later, Gu Hui returned to Baicheng to continue his training. Every morning, noon and dusk, I eat at three o'clock, burn incense in the evening, and learn martial arts by the way.

Based on his own characteristics, he invented a simpler and more straightforward set of techniques. In addition to being unarmed, he was also interested in short sticks.

This thing is simple and convenient, easy to hide, comparable to the first of seven weapons folding stool.

Gu Maituo found a piece of wood and made it into a short stick about 45 centimeters long. He chopped, swept, pulled, cut, and added a stick and a thorn.

Regardless of the opponent's line and position, I will use my stick head a little – just like Alfie's sword.

In general, the days were relatively calm. Only Yuan Peiji was not worried, and came to ask for opinions twice in three days. Let Wen Gu clean up in the future, this is the truth.

Speaking of which, on the border of the Ascension White City, the Zeng, Lei, and Yuan families have a relationship, which is enough to maintain peace.

But what he wants is not peace, but stability.

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Southwest, Shu Kingdom, Fuling County.

This is Gejia Village, one of the thousands of villages in Shu. There are no special features. For generations, people have relied on farmland for food. The only thing worth mentioning is that this village has a large population and is the first of its kind in this county.

It was night, a dark silence, no street lights, only a glimmer of light in every house. However, in the courtyard of Chaoge villagers, the lights are bright, and suona gongs and drums are ringing in unison.

Chao Ge has an old mother who just passed away last night. On her deathbed, the old lady told her that she didn't want to leave bones. Frankly, she just didn't want to be cremated.

The state has carried out funeral reform for decades, but the funeral problem has not been completely solved so far. Funerals are still popular in some remote villages.

Ge Chao naturally listened, and invited two monks to do things.

"It's too holy decree, super your ghosts, ghosts, the four live with grace. Those with heads are superior, those without heads are born, those with guns are killed by knives, and those who dive are hung on ropes. Bright death and dark death, grievances and grievances, creditors and friends, where are you born to play......"

At this time, in the main house, two Taoists were reciting the mantra of "Saving the Suffering". These two men, one old and the other young, are in their 70s, with gray hair and beards. A few are seventeen or eighteen years old. Although they read Buddhist scriptures, their expressions are very intolerant.

In front of them, a coffin was stabbed and stabbed, and an old lady wrapped in a shroud lay peacefully in the coffin.

After half a ring, they read it several times and finally opened their eyes. The little Taoist priest looked out and complained, "This person is so stingy that he can't even eat a mouthful of food." ”

"Maybe people will forget, don't mutter. The old Taoist priest scolded.

"What forgot, I saw him go to dinner just now, it was on purpose!" the little Taoist priest refused.

"Alas......"

The master wanted to train again, which showed that the disciple was really hungry, so he finally sighed, got up and went out. As soon as Chao Ge passed by, he came over and asked, "Daoist, what's wrong?"

"Well, what's in your house?" he had a rather thin face, which was a bit hard to say.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I'm sorry!"

Chao Ge suddenly invited the two of them into the house. They are nothing more than white rice, cabbage, and tofu. However, the little Taoist priest ate the very delicious food and asked, "Master, how much money can we make this time?"

Instead of opening his mouth, Lao Dao raised a finger. The disciple frowned and shouted, "Is that all, why doesn't he wear it for a few more days?"

"Don't talk nonsense, eat fast!"

Fearing that others would hear, Lao Dao patted him on the head.

According to traditional customs, people should stop breathing 3-7 days after death. But the gang also knew it was wrong. In order to bury the deceased as soon as possible, it was shortened to one day.

But for Taoists, one day less means one dollar less. Of course, the nobility and the big factions don't care, but they need it badly.

After the meal, the two returned to the main room to recite the scriptures. The "spell to save a painful death" is long. The song needs to be sung 7749 times. This little Taoist priest didn't like the job very much. He closed his eyes and looked down at the book. He seems to be asleep.

Lao Dao had no choice but to move his body to cover up.

So he kept watch all night, and the next morning Mrs. Ge came out. A row of carriages has been lined up, with the hearse in front, the filial son and grandson in the back, the band, the paper man and the horse in the back, and so on.

"Work hard, work hard, a little something."

Chao Ge grabbed a few bills and stuffed them into Lao Dao's hand. He smiled bitterly in his heart, and had to salute and say, "Thank you, head of the household." ”

When the time came, the convoy set off, throwing paper money all the way, fluttering like immortals. However, the two men rode on their bikes and rode in opposite directions in a curved manner.

After about half an hour of riding, I reached the outskirts of the city, where there was a small temple.

As soon as you enter the courtyard, the mottled walls do not see the original color, and the wooden door is broken by a large lock. The two got out of the car, and the little Taoist priest was about to unlock the lock, when he suddenly missed.

"Applause!"

The bike fell to the ground. Lao Dao was also trembling with anger, bending over, coughing and his face turned red.

I saw a circle drawn on the wall, with a big circle in the middle. Dismantle.

"Master!"

The little Taoist priest ran over to help him and opened the door again.

Inside it is even more dilapidated, with only one room for Taoist statues in the hall. There are wings on both sides, a bedroom on the right, a kitchen on the left, and a bathroom by the way.

It is said that this old Taoist priest named Li is the main Taoist priest here. Don't look down. His ancestors used to be wealthy.

In the south, the Zhengyi faction is the most important, Maoshan is a branch of the Zhengyi faction, and the Maoshan faction has 108 sects: 36 in Shangmaoshan, 72 in Xiamaoshan, 24 in Qingtang, 3 on ghosts, etc.

Complex sects spread from Xiamao Mountain.

Shangmao Mountain is not the same as Xiamao Mountain. The former is a Taoist priest who can exorcise ghosts and exorcise ghosts, and can also call for wind and rain. The latter is a voodoo spell and is very strange and ferocious.

But so far, this faction has also destroyed a lot of legacy, leaving only a few magic tricks, all of which exist in sophisticated minds.

After 20 years of observation in Tuling County, he was quiet and timid by nature, and only accepted an orphan apprentice named Li Suchun. In such a place where birds don't, let alone talk about the temple, even the common people have a hard time.

There was almost no incense and no offerings. With monthly government subsidies and sneaky practices, masters and apprentices can barely make ends meet.