Chapter 645 Music: Funeral Music

Taoist Xuanqing woke up from his meditation and opened his eyes, a hint of fatigue flashing across his eyes.

The fight just now not only consumed all of his magic power, but he also used a secret method to forcibly increase his strength several times. He almost succeeded in killing Kong Yuansi, but was counterattacked in the end.

Fifty percent weakness in all aspects of the body!

With such a short period of practice, it would be difficult to dispel the weakness in all aspects of his body, and even to restore the magic power that had been completely consumed in his body.

most.

It only allowed him to recover some of his physical strength. If he wanted to restore all the magic power in his body, he would need at least a night of practice.

As for the overall weakening of the body, it would take at least ten days to half a month to recover.

This is the secret method he used, which is relatively high-quality. If it were an ordinary secret method, the increase in a short period of time would not be as great as that of this secret method. Even the time of weakness would take at least three to five months to recover.

"I originally thought that my cultivation had broken through to the Golden Core Stage. I can't say that I am a master, but at least within a hundred miles, I am considered a powerful person. I never thought--"

At this point, Taoist Xuanqing paused, with a self-deprecating smile on his face. He did not take the Xiangxian Zhu family seriously. Even though he had no cultivation before, he had his master as a backer. Now that his master is gone, the Xiangxian Zhu family has climbed up the ladder and can even recruit Jindan-stage cultivators. He is no match for them. He sighed slightly and said:
"I underestimated everyone in the world. Although Kong Yuansi's quilt was really taken away, the Zhu family is still a family that has climbed up the ladder. If Xiaozhuang wants to take revenge, he will have to think long and hard!"

although.

Before, he didn't know that Kong Yuansi was a corpse cultivator. Even if he pierced Kong Yuansi's body, as long as he didn't damage Kong Yuansi's vital parts, he would suddenly explode and kill Kong Yuansi. All his previous efforts would be wasted. If he could do it all over again, he was confident that he would not let Kong Yuansi come back to life again.

but.

Failure is failure!

There is no reason to start over in this world, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many people who regret.

Not to mention that Kong Yuansi may be the strongest priest of the Zhu family, no doubt about it, but he believes that Kong Yuansi must not be the Zhu family's trump card, at least not the only trump card. He guessed that the Zhu family must have a master who is more powerful than Kong Yuansi.

Suddenly.

Zhu Xing's face appeared in Taoist Xuanqing's mind. He watched calmly as Le Zizhen tied up Kong Yuansi with iron chains. He allowed Kong Yuansi to struggle with all his might and call for help. He did not make any move to rescue him, and there was no panic on his face. He watched Kong Yuansi being taken to the gates of hell by Le Zizhen.

That indifferent look was not like the expression of an ordinary dandy. Only a man with great abilities would not be moved at all when seeing his most powerful priest being captured.

just.

Taoist Xuanqing thought of Zhu Xing's situation. He was just a playboy who did all kinds of evil things, and he was only in his thirties or forties. Even if he had been practicing since his mother's womb and could cultivate to the foundation-building stage, he could be called a genius. It was hard for him to believe that Zhu Xing would have a cultivation level higher than the foundation-building stage.

"Could it be that Zhu Xing's confidence is not due to his own cultivation, but to the support of their Zhu family, the god of Liangshui River..." Taoist Xuanqing couldn't help but have thousands of speculations in his mind. When he couldn't make a conclusion for a while, he saw Wang Ping'an lying lazily on the chair beside him, like a master. He suddenly came back to his senses from his thousands of thoughts and laughed:

"I'm so confused. I've taken this kid out for so long. Who knows how worried his mother and grandparents must be. Let's take this little bastard home first!"

He didn't care about Zhu Xing's true confidence, his own cultivation, or the Liangshui River God. He was determined to avenge Le Zizheng and his wife. Even if Le Zhuang couldn't avenge them, he couldn't do it either. He believed that his beloved disciple could avenge his master and his junior brother.

When Ping'an grows up and can practice cultivation, I'm afraid that as soon as he starts practicing, he will make rapid progress and be able to do all kinds of astonishing things. It may take ordinary people more than ten or twelve years to practice to reach this level, but this kid may be able to achieve it in one or two years or even more time.

This kid is most likely the legendary innate Taoist body. He was born not long ago and is still young, but he can do all kinds of miraculous things.

What will happen when this kid grows up and can fully unleash the power of his innate Taoist body?

"Uncle, what can I do for you?"

Le Zhuang knelt in front of his grandfather's coffin, his face showing some sadness, but not too much. After all, he saw it with his own eyes - no, it was his uncle who told him that his grandfather passed through the gates of hell and went to the underworld.

Over the years, he had heard many rumors about the Gate of Hell. Fearing that these rumors were false, he even asked his uncle about it.

Let him know clearly that his grandfather's passing through the gates of hell will reduce more than half of his grandfather's sins. If his grandfather had no sins, it would not add to his good karma, but it would help his grandfather speed up his reincarnation and be reborn into a good family.

Next life.

His grandfather would definitely be reborn into a wealthy family, which would be countless times happier than being in the Le family. So why should he be sad? He would naturally be happy that his grandfather was born into a good family.

Sudden.

Le Zhuang saw Taoist Xuanqing waving at him from the corner of his eye, so he quickly got up from the ground and walked towards Taoist Xuanqing with brisk steps.

"I'll take Ping An back to the Kurumu Monastery first. He's been out for so long, his family must be getting anxious waiting there..."

Taoist Xuanqing hadn't finished speaking when Wang Ping'an, who had been lazily lying on the chair like a master, stood up from the chair and walked quickly towards the invited troupe with his short legs. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Wang Ping'an standing next to the troupe, looking at the players with a curious look on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Wang Ping'an didn't make any trouble and said,

"This kid likes to join in any fun!"

"Ding! You are at a funeral, curiously listening to the troupe's music. Your understanding and talent for music theory have come into play, allowing you to gain something. Congratulations on receiving the reward: Music: Funeral Music [Beginner's Guide]. Congratulations on obtaining a new profession: Musician!"

Wang Ping'an controlled the paper man to return to the Le family. When he came to his senses, he heard bursts of heartbreaking music. He looked up subconsciously and saw a troupe playing various instruments and singing. He guessed that they were invited to do the work not long ago. He vaguely felt that there was an indescribable feeling in the playing and singing, so he subconsciously stood up and went over.

Not long after.

A cold, mechanical voice sounded in my mind!
(End of this chapter)