Wang's house, at the gate.

Wang Yuanwai was wearing a cyan robe, with regret on his face:

"Dao Chang is too eager!"

"Five miles to the west, there is a plum garden in the old decay, at this time the plum blossoms are in full bloom, it is very gorgeous and colorful. How many days will Dao Commander Mo Ruo linger?"

Ma Ping shook his head and smiled:

"Forgive me, it's the moon, and there are still all kinds of affairs to be taken care of in the view"

"Next time, the poor road will definitely be bothered"

"Please stay outside the staff, and say goodbye!"

When Wang Yuanwai heard this, he sighed and had to say:

"Then the old man will wait for the Taoist to grow up! Don't forget today's covenant."

Ma Ping bowed his hand slightly, and then boarded the carriage.

The coachman had already prepared, and when he saw someone getting into the car, he flicked his long whip:

"Drive!"

Tap ~ Tap ~ Ma Ping sat on a thick cushion, his eyes closed as if resting.

"Merit system!"

Ding~ A crisp and pleasant sound sounded, and in a flash in front of my eyes, a pale golden light curtain had already emerged:

“

Name: Ma Ping

Race: Human (Congenital Dao Body)

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Shou Yuan: 120

Cultivation: Refining and refining gas (peak)

Identity: Purple Mountain Viewer

Priesthood: None

Exercises: Pure Yang Gong (2nd Floor)

Merit value: 3 points

”

"Is three points of merit worth it?" Opening his eyes, Ma Ping was slightly puzzled.

How to get merit points, I have already figured it out.

If understood in terms of mythological worldview, it is cause and effect!

With the cause of the task, there is the result of one's own completion, that is, the merit value.

But how do you estimate the amount of merit you will get for each task?

So far a mystery.

For the tasks you complete, the merit points you get are not the same, there are more and less.

The most is the resurrection of Du Yunniang, who was asked by the realm lord, and it is a five-point merit value.

The least is only one point, which is the time when the female zombie is killed.

After carefully comparing the similarities and differences of each task, I gradually came up with a guess:

"Is it because of the difference in the person who posted the task?"

Is it that the higher the status of the publisher, the higher the merit?

Nod your head slightly, and you can pay attention to it later.

I'm thinking about things.

Suddenly, a white-haired fox, the size of two fists, came in from the curtain of the car.

The head is round, taking up half the size of the entire body.

It looks small and cute.

I saw it tilt its head and look at Ma Ping with its eyes.

Then the person stood up, put his two forepaws on each other, and kept kowtowing.

Ma Ping smiled slightly, pointed to the corner of the carriage and said:

"Before you go back, you should do this, don't change into a human body, sit down"

This fox is Hu Liulang who ran out of Wang Yuan's house.

Hearing this, the fox nodded in understanding.

Then with a flick of the tail, he jumped to the corner of the carriage and crouched there.

Gollum ~ Gollum ~

The carriage slowly moved forward, and soon arrived at the Realm Lord Gong Shrine.

The coachman slowly stopped the carriage and asked:

"Dao Chief, I've arrived at the Realm Lord Gong Shrine, do you want to rest here?"

If there was no little fox, Ma Ping wouldn't mind seeing the landlord god.

But at this point, forget it.

It is difficult to ensure that the Qingyun Mountain God and the Realm Lord Gongshen are not filthy.

More is better than less!

And he said:

"Don't stop here, there's a tea shop in front of you, go and rest there"

The coachman agreed, and then with a shout, a flick of the whip, and the carriage started again.

Squeak ~ squeak ~

The snow has been clear for two days, and the sky and the earth are clear.

However, the snow also began to freeze, and the car could not go fast to avoid skidding.

Next to the official road, there is a small tea shop.

The walls were sandwiched with yellow mud, which had turned slightly blackened, and the top was covered with thatch, and thick snow had accumulated.

At this time, it was the end of the year, so there were many fewer pedestrians passing by.

Business is sluggish, and the shopkeeper also looks listless.

Squeak ~ squeak ~

At that moment, a black carriage came along.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look over:

The body is upright, and the black paint is shiny.

It's not rich, it's expensive!

instantly had the spirit, and hurriedly greeted it with a smile:

"Master Dao, may I ask if you want to stay in the hotel or stay in the hotel?"

"We know the smell of chicken here from near and far."

"Do you want one, sir?"

Ma Ping got out of the car, carrying the white-haired fox in his hand, and said:

"There are two rooms, one of which is to be the upper room. Dishes come to four or five, pick up the best ones"

can make a lot of money, the shopkeeper's eyes narrowed with a smile, and he hurriedly responded:

"Eh, the little one will tell the kitchen to prepare first, and then take the two of you to the guest room."

After a tea time, the salute was put away, and the horse was untied, and the shopkeeper was led to the back to feed it.

After washing his face briefly, Ma Ping went downstairs with a refreshing face.

The dishes have been put on the table, and there are not many of them, but they are all large and look very appetizing.

He sat down against the window first, and then beckoned the coachman to sit too.

Xu made a lot of money for this meal, and the shopkeeper was very attentive.

Standing aside and introducing:

"This is the smell of the chicken, it is the chef's best sign, famous far and wide. It is a big chicken that has been raised for three years, boiled for three hours, and boiled five cans of water into one can, which is the most delicious!"

"In the past, the talented men in the city often came to eat"

Hearing this, Ma Ping was interested, tasted a spoonful of soup first, tasted it for a moment and nodded slightly.

The shopkeeper smiled between his eyebrows and hurriedly asked:

"How?

"Sweet aftertaste, good!"

"Hehe" The shopkeeper was satisfied, and bowed with a smile and said:

"You use it slowly first, and if you have something to say hello to the small one, it will be done"

But in the end, it is a small country shop, except for this chicken soup, the other dishes are very ordinary, and it can only be said that the salt is light and suitable.

After the meal, he told the coachman to go and rest by himself, just to pay attention to the horses not to have problems, and staying outside the city is the easiest to lose the horse.

The upper room is on the second floor, and there is a bed, a table, a chair, and a basin in the room.

Go inside, lock the door, and sit cross-legged on the bed.

Since becoming a Taoist, he has rarely slept anymore.

That's not to say that meditating is more comfortable than sleeping, it's certainly not!

Is there anything else in the world that is more comfortable than not wanting to do anything?

Naturally, there is none!

The reason why this is the case is because if you don't advance in the way of cultivation, you will retreat, and the most important thing in cultivation is not the so-called flash of inspiration, but more in the usual accumulation of bits and pieces.

Close your eyes slightly, touch the tip of your tongue against the roof of your mouth, and start to run the True Qi circulation.

Unlike when he was a Taoist child, he paid more attention to visualization when he practiced at the Taoist level.

For example, at this time, Ma Ping was visualizing the law of the Demon Emperor in his mind, and a trace of strange aura slowly emanated.

This trace of breath spreads~

Suddenly, the little fox who was sleeping on the table jumped violently, and his neck hair stood up.

When it looked at Ma Ping, its ears drooped, and its tail rolled up and jumped off the table, hiding in the corner and shivering.

Ma Ping's ears moved, and he stopped meditating with a slight smile.

The priesthood of the Demon Emperor is to descend the demons of the Three Realms and subdue the Eight Desolate Demons, and when he visualizes it, he brings a little breath, which makes the little fox unbearable.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he said secretly in his heart:

"Merit System"

Bite~

The pale golden light curtain opened, Ma Ping hesitated slightly, and then his eyes stared:

The thought turned into a finger and pressed the plus sign behind Xiuwei:

Rumble!

Hot! Hot, magma-like heat circulates rapidly through the body.

It's like a thick hard iron rod inserted into the blood vessels, the meridians!

Crush, crush, grind!

Keep smashing, and then it's repaired right away!

Endless smashing, endless tinkering!

Finally!

All the heat flowed for a moment, and then slammed towards the Mud Pill Palace!

It's like a flood breaking through a levee!

Bang! Bang!

Rumble!~

A little light exploded:

Mud Pill Palace open!

Bite~

A pale golden curtain of light emerges naturally:

“

Name: Ma Ping

Race: Human (Congenital Dao Body)

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Shou Yuan: 200

Cultivation: Refining Qi and Transforming God (Beginner)

Identity: Purple Mountain Viewer

Priesthood: None

Exercises: Pure Yang Gong (3 layers)

Merit value: 1 point

”