Wang Zijia has already heard a lot of fame about this thing, mysterious and mysterious, all kinds of information are intertwined, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false, and the understanding is not real.

roughly knows that they are specifically responsible for the sect's collection of corpses, burial, burial or something.

Moreover, after hearing that the world has changed greatly, the reason why the Dao Law can flourish again is that the undertaker has absolute merit and status.

In addition, Wang Zijia only knows a well-known thing: the undertaker rarely dies, and most of his old age is unknown!

The Demon Suppression Tower will be their home!

In short, this profession is the most legendary one in the hundred arts of cultivation today.

In the middle of his thoughts, Wang Zijia jumped off the paper kite, and the paper kite turned into the size of a palm and stopped on Wang Zijia's shoulder.

Wang Zijia walked in the mountains. Because the cemetery was in the back mountain, he landed on the front mountain, so except for some cold, there was no other discomfort.

The mountains and forests seem to have been tended to, and although they look natural, they don't look deserted. Compared to the top scenic spots in the previous life, I don't know how many times better.

The green mountains are verdant, the spring water is dingdong, and the clouds and mountains are covered with fog. Coupled with the extremely rich aura, it is refreshing and pleasant, and it is indeed a rare and good place.

The only disadvantage is that the temperature is a little low, and the background of the cemetery of this mountain is a little cold.

During the tour, Wang Zijia unconsciously stepped into a mountain trail, and when he realized that this was a dead end, he had already seen a small forest courtyard at the end of the trail.

The small courtyard looked very elegant, and he wanted to go and see it, but before he could get close, a thin old man with an old face and sparse yellow hair suddenly emerged from the courtyard.

Standing at the gate of the courtyard, he didn't speak, just stared at Wang Zijia in a daze.

"Forehead ······" Seeing such a scene at dusk, Wang Zijia, who was in a good mood, was slightly sluggish, "Hello senior, the disciple is here to receive the Dharma in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!" ”

The old man didn't say a word, didn't react, just stared at him. Looking at Wang Zijia's vest, I couldn't help but feel a little chilly.

He saluted him and turned away decisively, until his vision disappeared, and the other party seemed to be motionless.

"I take back what I just said, this place doesn't seem to be that good!"

Back at the previous fork in the road, Wang Zijia climbed up again.

Still didn't take the big road, wandering all the way in the mountains, constantly going up, I haven't stepped on the green for a long time, it's rare to relax, Wang Zijia is very comfortable.

"Senior brother, at the beginning, the master told you not to choose any path to burial, you have to listen, now you know the consequences. Brother, I can still drink happily, but you can only eat dirt below. ”

"You said you, you've worked hard for most of your life, for what!"

"In the end, it's just a handful of loess, and the monument can't be erected!"

"Look at me, I eat and drink well every day, and there are a lot of cubs waiting for me below."

"The talent is not as good as you, the heart is not as good as you, and the cultivation is even worse than you, but it is more chic and long-lived than you, you are not angry!"

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When he reached the top of the mountain, Wang Zijia was attracted by a strange smell of wine, so he met a second living creature.

is still an old man, a little like a Confucian student, but a little raunchy, about fifty or sixty years old, without the slightest mana fluctuation in his body.

He was half-lying in front of a mound of dirt, with one arm supporting his back, holding a gourd in one hand, his eyes were a little hazy and drunk, chattering, and from time to time he raised his head and poured a mouthful.

The sparkling wine sparkled through the air, shimmering with a brilliant aura, and the rich aroma of wine was accompanied by a strange aura spreading.

Wang Zijia subconsciously took a few sips, always feeling a little drunk.

Immediately stopped his pace and stopped moving forward, looking at the old man in front of the mound from a distance, chattering. It seems that he seems to be 'jumping' on the other party's grave?

By the way, is there a tomb in the front mountain?

Between thoughts, Wang Zijia was in a trance.

When he regained consciousness, he found that he didn't know when, half-leaning against a tree by the side of the road, asleep.

"it!" As he returned to consciousness, he snapped awake.

Looking around, it's still the same road. The difference was that the old man had disappeared, leaving only a lonely mound of dirt, and it was already in the afternoon.

"Did I sleep for half a day? Just because of a few sips of alcohol? What the heck? ”

Wang Zijia was stunned, and felt that something was wrong with his breath.

Cultivation is: [Tongzi] middle period (2557/5000 in the 25th year)

Spiritual Root: Special Earth Spiritual Root

Exercises: Wanyu Basic Exercises

Talent: Spiritual Root Demon

Spells: Clay Mastery (Dacheng), Rune Perception (Dacheng),

Rune Paper Making (Xiaocheng 500/1000),

Clay Disguise Concealment (Introductory 300/600),

Earth Spear Arrow (Starter 200/400),

Spiritual Shaping (50/300 for beginners),

Tai Chi: 82

Fa money: 324

Seeing that Dao Xing had suddenly been more than a year, Wang Zijia was a little confused.

You know, in the past few days, he has been saving money to buy spells, but he hasn't exchanged a single pill.

"Forget it, there are too many big guys in this peak, so don't wander around."

Wang Zijia looked at the sky and headed towards the main road up the mountain. For the sudden one-year Taoism, Wang Zijia was even more afraid of the inexplicable lethargy before, and even now he is still a little drunk.

After all, a year of Taoism is not too difficult for him to cultivate, just a few explosive spirit pills.

In a moment, Wang Zijia came to the peak. The entire peak of the inheritance peak was occupied by a huge white jade attic.

The attic is simple and heavy, carved and jade, revealing a strong atmosphere of time.

Miraculously, there is no one to guard here, and there is no access to the curfew, and the entire white jade attic, the door is open, and it seems that you can enter and exit at will.

It's already afternoon, but there are still a lot of people coming and going.

Wang Zijia stepped into the attic with curiosity.

In an instant, in Wang Zijia's sight, there was a streamer transformation, and when he came back from his trance, he had already changed the world.

He came to a huge space, like the depths of the starry sky, surrounded by pitch black, and countless streamers flickered overhead. He stepped on this void at the moment, his face full of confusion.

[Primary inheritance talisman, can be granted a law, can there be a goal? ] 】

At this moment, a majestic voice sounded in the sky.

"The disciple wants to choose clay for activation!" Wang Zijia saluted at the starry black void and replied respectfully.

[Clay activation, a high-level, the core Taoism of the soil system foundation, is the inheritance of the Taoist court. The exchange of runes and veins requires a little merit, one thousand and four Taoist merits, is it exempt from the use of inheritance orders? 】

"Yes!"

Dao Gong is the money used within the sect, but the Dao function is exchanged for law money, and law money cannot be exchanged for Dao Gong at will.

As for merit, it belongs to the sect contribution system, which is equivalent to meritorious service or something.

With Wang Zijia's determination, a meteor fell from the depths of the starry sky, and finally turned into a book of exercises in front of Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia took over the exercises a little confused, and before he could continue to do anything, countless streamers appeared in his sight again, and then he returned to the gate of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Wang Zijia: "······"

Looking at the book in his hand, he was still a little confused, how could he feel that he had no sense of experience?

I'm looking forward to half a day of 10,000 volumes?

What about the Magnificent Scripture Pavilion?

How can it be over with a shudder as soon as it goes in and out?

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