Shen Sitang's life has entered the countdown, and it is fake to say that he is not panicking, but he is not so panicked.

The reason why she didn't panic so much was because there wasn't something in her body protecting her? If the two-day period comes, will the power protect her again? And then shook away all the evil qi in her body?

Panic, what if that thing doesn't move?

You said that others can communicate with the system if they have a system, but what about her? I don't even know what's in my body.

She's damned! It's so bitter!

Wu Ku is still communicating with the resentful spirit, He Xinyuan and they are all watching, this kind of scene is rarely seen, and they are very curious.

Shen Sitang slowed down for a while, staggered to his feet, and didn't lean on Mu Huaichuan anymore.

Mu Huaichuan looked down at her hand, the hand that was originally as delicate as white jade, the wisps of black gas were bubbling with black gas, there was no good piece of meat for a long time, the blood was dripping with white bones, how much pain she should have, in order to be like now, as if she had been numb.

"Shen Sitang, I'll take you to bandage first."

"Huh?" Shen Sitang was lightheaded, raised his eyes to look at him in a trance, and shook his head: "It's okay, don't worry."

There are more wounds, but they are all external injuries, and with the medicine given to her by the Jun Tingyan, it will recover as before.

Mu Huaichuan frowned, and couldn't help but drag her arm and walked out: "The Daoist Master of No Bitterness doesn't know when he will be able to ask his eyebrows, you go to bandage first, they will come to us if they have news here."

Shen Sitang couldn't refuse, so he had to respond.

Mu Huaichuan took her to Maolin Courtyard first, and then went to the medicine hall after taking her ointment.

Smeared with ointment and wrapped in white silk cloth, there was still black gas coming out through the silk cloth, Mu Huaichuan looked at this scene and couldn't stop sighing.

After resting for a while in the medicine hall, Wu Ku and Wei Jiu Kite came over.

Mu Huaichuan stepped forward and asked, "Is there a clue?"

Wei Jiu Yuan pursed her lips and shook her head, obviously things were not as smooth as they imagined.

Wu Ku first glanced at Shen Sitang's hand, and then sighed: "That resentful spirit doesn't know much, when he went up the mountain to collect medicine, he was attacked from behind and fainted, and when he woke up, he was buried in the soil, he could only feel that someone was absorbing something through the soil, which made him very painful, but he couldn't shout, he could only die in endless fear, and then he was trapped in the corpse."

In other words, the wraith didn't even see what the person who hurt him looked like, and he didn't even know if it was a man or a woman.

Wei Jiuyuan was worried: "Little Eleven, how are you feeling now? Does it hurt anywhere on your body? Or what's uncomfortable?"

Shen Sitang shook his head: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, I will be safe for these two days." After speaking, she looked at Wuku: "Daoist Wuku, do you want to go to that mountain?"

Wubitter nodded: "I definitely want to go, it's best to go now, I guess there are still many corpses that have not been dug up, and the other party wants to gather resentment, but I don't know why he did this, what does he want to get out of it?"

Shen Sitang thought for a moment and said, "No Bitterness Dao Master, what if he wants to cultivate in this way?"

"Cultivation?" Wu Ku shook his head and smiled: "What kind of cultivation method can be used to condense resentment, this is not very good..."

Wu Ku suddenly couldn't laugh.

"You're saying someone is doing tantric practice!" ….

Only tantric cultivation needs to break through the Heavenly Dao in some way!

Most of the methods of breaking through the Heavenly Dao have to pave the way with countless lives!

The tantric cultivation exercises were all burned by Emperor Tian Yuan as early as eight hundred years ago, and no one knows how to practice them at all, but it cannot be ruled out that some people hid the exercises, or that there were omissions at the beginning, and now they are obtained by those who have a heart, and only then will someone suffer.

Wu Ku frowned: "Without further ado, hurry up and go to that mountain, you have to find out the secret cultivators quickly, otherwise many people will die."

Shen Sitang answered and staggered to his feet.

Mu Huaichuan held her down: "Why are you up?"

"I'm going too, Right Goshi, maybe I can find other corpses."

"I don't need you, there are hounds."

Shen Sitang blinked, having the illusion that she had the same role as a dog.

——

Shen Sitang didn't go to that mountain in the end, she was really tired and tired, and she was weak, and it would be bad if she went in case it caused a burden on them.

Mu Huaichuan personally led the team to that mountain, and Shen Sitang consulted the files on esoteric cultivation in Tianji Hall.

In the existing files of Tianji Hall, the statements about esoteric cultivation are already at the level of legends, and there are only a few strokes, and they will be read quickly.

Shen Sitang felt that the Duke must know more, but the Duke said that she could only see him when she was at the Xuan level, and now she could only wait for Mu Huaichuan and them to come back and let Mu Huaichuan ask.

"Deputy Envoy Shen."

As Shen Sitang thought about it, a clerk knocked on the door, holding a tray in his hand, and on the tray was a very old-looking book.

"What is this?"

The official put down the tray: "This is sent by the Governor, let his subordinates hand it over to Deputy Envoy Shen."

Shen Sitang's eyes lit up, and he went directly to get the book.

What is happening in the Inspectorate every day, I guess I can't hide it from the Governor, he took the initiative to send her information.

The clerk retreated, she was the only one in the tea room of Tianji Hall, Shen Sitang was very weak, leaning against the wall and flipping through the ancient books in his hand.

This ancient book is obviously old, but it is well preserved, Shen Sitang carefully flipped through it, for fear of damaging this one

Ancient books record the advantages and disadvantages of various cultivation techniques, as well as various secrets.

Shen Sitang went through Wu Xiu, Fu Xiu, Dan Xiu, etc., and finally it was secret cultivation.

It is rumored that there is a kind of person who is born with secret cultivation, and that is the person who belongs to the Heavenly Dao, and other people who want to cultivate in secret can only forcibly open a Heavenly Dao to pave the way for cultivation.

Opening the way of heaven is a way that violates the principles of heaven, and it is necessary to pave the way with blood and lead the way with the soul of the dead in order to achieve esoteric cultivation.

The so-called tantric cultivation can resonate with heaven and earth, water and fire can be controlled, thunder and lightning can be induced, and everything in the world is used by those who practice tantra.

When Shen Sitang saw this, his breath stagnated.

Everything in the world is used by those who practice tantras, isn't it invincible in the world!

It's no wonder that some people practice the path of tantric practice recklessly.

Water and fire are controllable, thunder and lightning can be triggered, Shen Sitang suddenly thought of that day in Yichun Courtyard, she... Saw thunder and lightning!

Purple thunder and lightning!

Shen Sitang suddenly closed the ancient books, regardless of his physical condition, put the ancient books on the tray, and stumbled out of the tea room.

Seeing this, a servant stepped forward and asked, "Vice Envoy Shen is unwell, if you want to send this thing somewhere, it is better to hand it over to your subordinates, and your subordinates will do it for you."

Shen Sitang shook his head and held the tray firmly in his hand: "No need, I'll just come by myself."

The official was stunned: "Is it okay for Deputy Envoy Shen?"

Shen Sitang's face was as pale as paper, but he still nodded firmly, and then walked out step by step.

It was late at night, the cold wind in winter was biting, Shen Sitang was trembling, and when he came to the elegant courtyard, his lips were purple from the cold.

Shen Sitang didn't go in, just stood at the door of the Qingya courtyard.

She didn't wait long, and a young man dressed in black opened the courtyard door, silently took the tray in her hand, turned back in silence, and closed the courtyard door.

Shen Sitang was still standing at the door of the Qingya courtyard, his mind was chaotic.

Knowing the return of the goose