"Senior Brother Zhu Yan, please save my grandson, I am a blood relative, he is dead, I am ...... old"

"Okay, Senior Brother Zhong, don't be sad, I'll save him...... Also, don't take him with you next time. ”

"No, absolutely not."

……

In a daze, Zhong Cang heard the old man crying, he thought he had never heard this voice, but for some reason, he felt that this voice was very familiar.

It's just that soon Zhong Cang didn't have time to think about this, and after regaining some consciousness a little, he only felt that his body was stiff, as if he had spent the night in the snow.

The cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow made Zhong Cang want to shout loudly, but he couldn't say anything.

At the same time, a clutter of information flooded his mind, giving him a headache.

The double pain of body and soul made Zhong Cang not last long before he passed out again.

Before he lost consciousness, the only thing he felt was his mouth being pried open, and a warm fluid was injected into his body, and this hot current slightly dispelled the coldness of his body.

……

Time passed in Zhong Cang's coma, and three days passed.

In the past few days, Zhong Cang has been sober several times, and every time he is awake, he can feel the biting coldness clinging to him like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

At the same time, he could feel that someone was holding his hand and guarding him.

Merging with those memories, Zhong Cang already knew who was guarding him, and because of this, he was a little touched in his heart.

"Grandpa...... Is it? ”

On the fourth day, the stiffness entrenched in Zhong Cang's body was finally cleared by Fu Shui, and the messy memories of his sea of consciousness were also cleaned up.

At this moment, he could be regarded as truly mastering his body, and just as Zhong Cang was about to open his eyes, a message suddenly appeared in Zhong Cang's mind.

[Absorb the power of the strange moonlight, potential point +1]

“？？？ What is it? ”

"Cang'er, are you okay?"

Before Zhong Cang could sort out the source of the message just now, an anxious cry sounded in his ears, and this voice made Zhong Cang give up on everything else and open his eyes.

After opening his eyes, the first thing that caught Zhong Cang's eyes was an old man with a wrinkled face, old age and emaciation, which made the old man a little terrifying, but looking at him, Zhong Cang's heart rose with a sense of safety and warmth.

"Grandpa, I'm fine."

"It's okay, it's okay......"

The old man with tears in his eyes hugged Zhong Cang tightly and was unwilling to let go.

After a while, he thought of something, let Zhong Cang have a good rest, and go outside to help Zhong Cang get some food.

And after he left, Zhong Cang combed through his own memories.

When everything was sorted out, Zhong Cang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, although my parents are dead in this world, I still have a grandfather, and this grandfather is still a cultivator."

This person's name is Zhong Cang, thirteen years old, and he is a little Taoist boy who practices with his grandfather.

A few days ago, grandfather Zhong Chang was ordered to get rid of the evil spirits, and he was not worried that Zhong Cang was alone in the gym, so he also brought him over, ready to see for a long time.

It's just that halfway through, when Zhong Cang was looking at the moon, he suddenly felt a cold current invade him, which made him dizzy.

Thinking of this, Zhong Cang's brows furrowed tightly.

"Wait, this doesn't seem to be an orthodox world of cultivating immortals, it's a world of gods."

Because he is Zhong Chang's direct blood relative, the old man handed over all his knowledge to him without reservation, and because of this, Zhong Cang knows the world very well.

At this moment, the more he recalled, the more chill in Zhong Cang's heart grew.

The world is very wrong.

The first is cultivation, the cultivation of this world is divided into martial arts and spiritual paths, but regardless of spiritual martial arts, every time a major stage breaks through, there will be a risk of turning into a trick.

It is not that the heavenly demons have entered the body, and the heart has changed greatly, but has turned into an inexplicable evil.

At the same time, there are many evil and strange things in the land of China.

Painted skin, corpse oil lamp, pig shopkeeper, flower girl...... All kinds of terrifying legends are circulating in the land, and some places, even known as forbidden places, are not dared to go to the true cultivation of the Dao.

Zhong Cang's predecessor was assassinated by evil spirits.

“…… Trouble, this world is in great danger! Moreover, the hidden dangers in me have not disappeared yet! ”

Thinking like this, Zhong Cang looked at his left arm, where a moonlight mark was inscribed on his arm like a tattoo.

Just as Zhong Cang was grimacing, his grandfather walked in again with a bowl of rice.

There is no food, only rice, and at the same time, the whole body of this rice is blood-red, as if soaked in blood...... No, this is soaked in blood.

Blood rice, a yellow-level spiritual creature, can only be fed with blood, and human blood has the best effect.

It's just that the blood rice looks scary, but when he smells the aroma of rice, Zhong Cang's whole body cells have a message of hunger, and there is only blood rice in his consciousness.

"It smells so good!"

Subconsciously, he took the bloody rice with both hands and swallowed it in a big gulp.

It wasn't until halfway through his meal that he regained consciousness.

"This !!"

Seeing Zhong Cang stop moving, Zhong Chang, who was swallowing his saliva, thought that his grandson was thinking about him, which made him smile and say:

"Goo-dong...... I'm not hungry, Cang'er, you eat, eat it all. ”

"I don't ...... either I was just sick and couldn't eat much. ”

Of course, this is a lie, Zhong Chang didn't bring too much blood rice, only enough for Zhong Cang to eat.

Therefore, no matter how he excused himself, in the end, these blood rice were still swallowed by Zhong Cang.

Fortunately, halfway through, he thought that the blood rice controlled by the government was not fed with human flesh and blood, but with the blood of fierce beasts.

When the blood rice entered his stomach and was digested, in an instant, Zhong Cang felt that his body, which had been empty due to illness, was full, and endless vitality reverberated in his body.

"Is this a spiritual thing, it has been eroded by weirdness, normally speaking, I want to cultivate for half a month, now, a bowl of rice is fine, the spiritual thing is really strong......"

Just when Zhong Cang was amazed by the effect of the spiritual object, an inexplicable echo resurfaced in his mind again.

[Found that absorbing excess aura, does it absorb and turn into potential points?] 】

“？！！”

"What's wrong?"

Zhong Cang's wide-eyed stunned look was seen by his grandfather, thinking that the cold snap just now had not passed, and his grandfather asked nervously.

"I didn't ...... I just think I'm all right and can continue to cultivate. ”

"Cultivation is not in a hurry, you have to rest more now."

Halfway through speaking, looking at the Yuehua mark on Zhong Cang's arm, his words changed:

"Moreover, the time of reincarnation has passed, and there is no time for you to recite the Xuan Sutra, so you will accompany your grandfather to practice tomorrow."

"Okay."

Heaven and earth are different, strange and rampant, and the cultivation methods of this world are also different from other places.

Here, although spiritual cultivation is also to nourish the spirit, before cultivating, it is necessary to chant sutras.

Calm the mind with the power of scriptures, and this is the only way to breathe out the aura.

And the number of times you practice is also related to the scriptures you recite and your understanding.

Powerful scriptures and profound comprehension can keep people's minds peaceful for a long time, so that the cultivation time can be longer.

On the contrary, the cultivation time will be extremely limited.

And chanting can only be done in the early morning and dusk, when the heavens and the earth are turning.

If you don't recite sutras, you can still practice, and you can practice for as long as you want, but in this way, cultivation will accumulate obstacles, and when the obstacles reach a certain level, the practitioner will become alienated.

Thinking of this, even if he said it once, Zhong Cang still sighed.

"This world is too dangerous."

……