Pen glided like a dragon, ink flowed like clouds and water, a masterpiece in a single stroke.

Looking at the beautiful, natural, and flawless 'Fire Talisman', Sa Wuling could hardly believe he had drawn it himself.

Drawing talismans was a skilled craft.

The reason he had caught the attention of the Heavenly Will Sect and become a nominal disciple was because of his talisman-drawing skills.

But compared to this talisman, what he had drawn before was nothing.

"All cultivation begins with the physical body. Your control over your physical body is too poor..."

Mu Longcheng said indifferently:

"As long as you listen to me, in less than a month, your talisman-drawing skills can reach this level."

"Really?"

Sa Wuling stroked his beard, somewhat uncertain:

"What should I do?"

Was his second half of life finally turning around?

Not only had he met a teacher who would teach him the way to longevity, but he had also met a 'ghost' who could guide his cultivation.

Mu Longcheng's response echoed in his mind:

"First, find a place high enough..."

"How high is high enough?"

Sa Wuling was a little confused.

"High enough that you'd definitely die if you fell."

"....... "

Sa Wuling was speechless. Was this ghost trying to harm him?

Should he chop off his hand after all?

*Pa!*

With a crisp sound, Sa Wuling spun and flew out, his head buzzing. 'I hit myself...'

"If I wanted to kill you, this slap would have been enough to shatter your brain."

Mu Longcheng said quietly.

If he wasn't unsure if he could break free from this palm, he would definitely slap this shameless old thing to death.

.......

The human body is a small Taiji, Heaven and Earth are a large Taiji.

Having reached this stage, An Qisheng felt as if Heaven and Earth had become a giant furnace, refining him at all times.

His physique, spirit, and magic power were all undergoing transformation.

Moreover, the stronger the magnetic field of Heaven and Earth, the more obvious the effect, which was almost equivalent to Heaven and Earth pushing him to cultivate.

Carrying the yellow dog, which was now only the size of three or four fists after several washes, An Qisheng walked outside the city, feeling even more deeply.

At one point, he looked back thoughtfully.

According to the Huang Tian Realm's lore, the Reincarnation Blessed Land was his original life source. Mu Longcheng, who came out of the Reincarnation Blessed Land, was naturally also part of his original life source.

Every bit of fluctuation in his power would be reflected in his heart.

The stronger Mu Longcheng was, the deeper An Qisheng's foundation would be.

"It's a pity that he still has to rely on Sa Wuling's body to exist..."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly in his heart, not too surprised.

Even he himself had to rely on a body to enter dreams, so Mu Longcheng was naturally no exception.

However, this also showed that his idea was still feasible.

If Xuanxing was really going to become more and more dangerous in the future, this path was at least an opportunity.

"Now, I need to find someone to ask about the Netherworld..."

A thought arose in his mind.

An Qisheng drifted away, his body like a breeze, without the slightest hint of the mundane. By using the magnetic field, he not only didn't waste energy, but also tempered his physique and magic power.

He was getting stronger even while walking.

........

Jiao Yuan Mountain was the only large mountain range within three hundred miles of An Nuo County. It was full of peaks and forests, with rampant wild animals, and rumors of demons harming people were constantly circulating, so it was sparsely populated.

However, because there was a small road leading to Yu Zhou, merchants would take the risk from time to time.

The rumors of demons hurting people were mostly spread by these people.

However, some people believed that they were deliberately spreading such rumors to prevent others from competing with them for the trade route. Otherwise, why would demons leave survivors?

At this time, the sky was gradually dimming, and the breeze blew through the grass and trees, making a 'whistling' sound.

Li Sa tightened his clothes, looked around, and seeing that it was getting dark, he finally found his direction and moved forward.

He was not a hunter, nor a herb collector. He had no choice but to enter the mountain this time. His elder brother at home was seriously ill, and he had no money for treatment, so he had to go up the mountain to collect medicine.

He lived in Little Yang Village, located ten miles outside Jiao Yuan Mountain. There were only dozens of households in the village, most of whom were surnamed Yang and were relatives from afar.

Only his family was a single household, so naturally few people would help them in their misfortune.

In this day and age, no one was rich, so why should they help an outsider?

Illness came like a mountain falling, but leaving was like drawing silk. How much would it cost to treat the illness?

"Alas!"

Li Sa sighed for a long time, climbing up the mountainside with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked into a dilapidated mountain god temple.

The temple was very dilapidated, with three sides leaking wind, and one side completely collapsed.

The incense table was full of dust and cobwebs, without a trace of incense, and the statue of the god had long been unattended, with an arm missing. However, from the mud knife he was carrying in his left arm, one could see a hint of his original majesty.

Li Sa had heard of this mountain god temple. It was built for a military general from the previous dynasty who was meritorious in protecting the people and was named the mountain god. However, the dynasty had changed, so how many people could remember his achievements?

Without incense, the temple would naturally become dilapidated.

"Mountain God Grandpa, it's getting dark, please let this little one spend the night here..."

Li Sa kowtowed a few times sincerely before getting up:

"This little one will clean up a bit for you, which will be considered as the accommodation fee."

The mountain god temple was not big, but it had been in disrepair for a long time. After a little cleaning, it was already dark. Fortunately, there were many dead branches and weeds here, so there was no need to collect firewood.

He made a fire on the spot.

"Alas."

The night gradually deepened, and the wind around him grew stronger. As the flames flickered, Li Sa's face became more and more worried.

He sighed, tidied up the fire, and crawled under the incense table, where he dozed off on the weeds and fell into a drowsy sleep.

He was very tired after a night of trekking over the mountains.

*Whoosh~*

A breeze blew, and the light of the flames reflected on the face of the mountain god statue, flickering uncertainly.

"Li Sa! Li Sa!"

In his sleep, Li Sa seemed to hear someone calling him.

In a trance, he seemed to see a one-armed armored god flashing before his eyes. Judging by his appearance, it seemed to be the mountain god statue.

'Mountain God?'

Li Sa was a little dizzy.

"Go, don't stay, run west out of the mountain god temple, don't look back, remember, don't look back..."

A ethereal voice sounded in his heart, and Li Sa suddenly woke up.

The fire had long been extinguished. There was no moon in the sky tonight, making it particularly dark. The grass and trees made rustling sounds with the wind, making it even more eerie.

"Mountain God Grandpa?"

Li Sa crawled out from under the incense table, looking at the clay statue, feeling a chill in his heart.

Who was speaking?

With this shock, all the ghost stories about Jiao Yuan Mountain suddenly surfaced in his mind, and a bone-chilling chill filled his heart.

Recalling the clear memories in his dream, Li Sa gritted his teeth, picked up his package, walked out of the mountain god temple, and ran into the western night.

Better to believe it than not.

*Oooo~~~*

In the night, Li Sa stumbled, often tripped by grass and trees, but he remembered the mountain god's words and dared not look back.

But the more he ran, the more afraid he became, feeling that the swaying grass and trees around him were all ghosts roaring.

Behind him, bursts of cool wind blew, like a cold poisonous snake licking his neck, making his heart even more hairy and terrified.

Dimly, he seemed to hear someone calling his name.

The fear in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He screamed and ran forward, cold sweat streaming down his face.

'Don't look back.'

'Don't look back.'

In the whistling wind, Li Sa kept repeating in his heart.

But the more he repeated, the more he wanted to look back. The unknown was too terrifying.

If it weren't for the mountain god's warning, he probably couldn't help but look back at this time.

"Li Sa!"

Suddenly, he heard the voice of the mountain god.

"There is a cliff ahead, don't be fooled, the ghosts and monsters deceived you earlier! Turn back, return to the mountain god temple!"

With this sound, Li Sa froze on the spot.

That's right.

If the mountain god was spirit, where would be safer than the mountain god temple?

Why did it want him to run?

With this guess, Li Sa's heart instantly turned cold. Listening to the wind howling like ghosts around him, he gritted his teeth and turned back to run towards the mountain god temple.

But as soon as he turned around, his heart was bright.

In the night, a hideous one-armed ghost shadow was elongated with the wind in the dim night, terrifying and frightening.

"Mountain, Mountain God?"

Li Sa's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground.

He didn't know that there was no mountain god at all, and he had been deceived by this ghost.

At this time, he remembered what the old people in the village said, that people had three lights, and as long as these three lights were not extinguished, ghosts could not possess their bodies, but if they looked back, they would be dead.

"Jie Jie~~~"

In the shrill ghost cry, the ghost shadow in the distance pounced over:

"How is cleaning enough? Offer your body to this mountain god!"

"Ah!"

Li Sa screamed and closed his eyes to wait for death.

Suddenly, he heard a dog barking.

*Woof~*

This dog bark was milky and tender, like that of a puppy that had not been weaned yet.

But with just this bark, Li Sa felt that the bone-chilling Yin coldness around him instantly receded. When he opened his eyes, he found that the ghost had retreated more than ten feet away, looking at his back with full of apprehension.

No, it wasn't apprehension anymore.

It was fear!

The body of this one-armed ghost, with the fear in its heart, was constantly distorted, elongated, and turned into a hideous and terrifying expression.

"Huff huff~~"

Li Sa gasped for breath and looked back.

He saw in the dim night, among the grass and trees blown by the breeze, stood a young man in a white Taoist robe, and the one who made the sound was a small yellow puppy held in his arms.

The young man looked about the same age as him, and his figure was not very tall, but he looked as thick as a mountain.

Just standing there quietly, it seemed that the surroundings had calmed down.

There was an indescribable feeling rising in his heart, and the fear in his heart disappeared.

"He was also a battle-hardened military general, killing bandits and protecting the people. After his death, he received incense and became a ghost for hundreds of years, but now he has to seize the body of a believer..."

An Qisheng looked at this ghost and said lightly:

"What a pity..."

The grievances and ominousness between heaven and earth were intertwined like a dye vat. Without the blessing of a physical body or incense, the soul was easily distorted into a fierce ghost who only knew how to kill.

This ghost god was once a mountain god, once a military general, but he lost his incense, and after lingering for many years, he still became a demon.

"I protected the people when I was alive, and protected a mountain after I died. I was conscientious and did not neglect my duties. Just because I did not answer their greedy demands, I was abandoned by them! The incense was cut off, and I became a lonely ghost, and the Yin Division did not come to save me!"

Hearing An Qisheng's words, the fear of the one-armed ghost seemed to disappear, and he burst out a sharp roar:

"Hate! Hate! Hate!"