Chapter 4: The Taoist of Lao Mountain

  Jiangshi, even if they practice Taishan Lianxing's Lian Ti Pian, can only absorb the essence of the moon.

  That is to say, it can only be practiced at night when there is moonlight.

  And from the corpse's awakening, the zombie truly stepped into the threshold of cultivation, beginning to absorb the surrounding yin energy.

  Zhang Yang was relatively lucky, and the three days he spent crossing over coincided with a full moon. He had been worried about what to do for the next few days without moonlight, but unexpectedly, this giant python didn't take his life, instead playing the role of a catalyst, allowing him to advance his transformation into a You Shi (a type of undead creature) ahead of schedule.

  After running for several weeks, Zhang Yang felt that the effect of absorbing Yin Qi was much worse than absorbing the essence of the moon.

  "It seems that the quality of this place is not very good!" Zhang Yang sighed helplessly.

  Humans need to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth for cultivation. The density of spiritual energy is closely related to whether there are spiritual veins in the local area and the quality of these spiritual veins.

  Correspondingly, zombie cultivation requires the absorption of yin energy from heaven and earth. The density of yin energy is closely related to whether there are yin veins in the local area and the quality of these yin veins.

  The most extreme and treacherous terrain, known as the Land of Nine Darknesses.

  The number of yin pulse is much less than that of ling pulse; in the land of nine yin, it is even more difficult to encounter.

  However, the cave where Zhang Yang was born did not have a yin vein at all and could only be considered a yin place, so the cultivation effect was naturally not as good as expected.

  After checking these issues clearly, Zhang Yang stretched out his arms and pushed gently.

  Squeak squeak squeak——

  Bang!

  The coffin lid in front of him was pushed down.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Zhang Yang jumped out with small steps and his eyes scanned around the coffins.

  Twelve!

  There are twelve coffins against the wall, all with their lids closed.

  But two nights ago, there were fourteen of them.

  When zombies go out, they will push open the coffin lid and jump out of the cave; when they come back, they will enter the coffin and stand still, and the coffin lid will cover them.

  This also means that there were fourteen zombies here last night, and now only twelve are left.

  Zhang Yang didn't know what his zombie companions were going down the mountain to do, but he didn't think they had a possibility of getting lost.

  It seems that things are not calm around here!

  Moreover, these zombie companions go out all day to provoke trouble, and one day they will bring powerful existence, and this cave will be destroyed.

  It's better to leave here as soon as possible to avoid being affected by the disaster!

  Moreover, Zhang Yang had no attachment to this poor-quality yin land in his heart.

  If you can find a place of yin pulse, even if it is very small, it can also make the speed of cultivation several times faster.

  On the path of cultivation, time waits for no one.

  The lifespan of a zombie is much longer than that of a human, but as long as it does not reach the state of desiccation, it is not immortal.

  Missed the best time for promotion, and future cultivation will be increasingly difficult.

  Zhang Yang was determined to achieve the ultimate goal of immortality, and naturally, he had to seize every moment to cultivate!

  At this moment, I have already made up my mind to leave.

  But now is not yet the right time to leave.

  Zhang Yang was completely unaware of his surroundings and as soon as he walked out of the cave, everything would be pitch black.

  This world is not peaceful, and this is beyond doubt.

  I've been focusing on being a "zombie good baby" for the past few days, meditating quietly at the entrance of the cave, but I was suddenly attacked by a giant python. If I leave the cave and wander around, danger will be lurking everywhere.

  Relying on a zombie's dull reaction is absolutely unable to cope with these dangers.

  Only by cultivating a strong divine consciousness can one accurately grasp the surrounding situation, just like installing radar on an airplane, can one possess the conditions for traveling far.

  Before cultivating one's spiritual consciousness to external release and tempering it strong, going out on a distant journey is much more dangerous than staying in a mountain cave.

  Thinking of this, Zhang Yang no longer hesitated and returned to his own coffin, starting to cultivate wholeheartedly.

  ……

  The weather in midsummer is changeable.

  Just now it was a vast expanse of clear sky, but suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the edge of the sky seemed to sink down like a huge leaden weight.

  In an instant, a bolt of lightning split the sky, emitting a huge roar, and before long, it started pouring heavily, turning the world into a vast expanse of white!

  Normally, no one would go out in such weather.

  However, on the winding mountain road, three people wearing Taoist robes were in a hurry.

  They look a bit shabby, but they are agile and nimble on their feet, and at first glance, they don't seem like ordinary people.

  "Big Brother, this rain is too heavy! It's okay if the younger brothers get rained on, but what if you catch a cold? Wouldn't that delay our plan to capture the demon?"

  The three Taoists, two of whom were seventeen or eighteen years old, each carrying a large wooden box on their backs; the first person had a gloomy expression, slightly more mature, and was only in his early twenties, but wore a relaxed attire, carrying only a precious sword and holding a feather duster.

  The one who spoke was a young Taoist priest of seventeen or eighteen years old.

  Another little Taoist said:

  "Yes, brother! And our treasure, once it leaks and the things get wet in the rain, I'm afraid we'll lose its evil-repelling effect!"

  "Hmph!" The Taoist, known as Shixiong, let out a cold snort. "You think you can use this as an excuse to slack off? Young and robust, with vigorous energy and blood, are you afraid of getting rained on? Don't lose the face of cultivators! As for the treasure chest, it's made from top-grade purple sandalwood, how could it possibly leak?"

  The two little Taoists immediately looked gloomy.

  A slightly chubby little Taoist priest muttered:

  "It's made of purple sandalwood, and we've been carrying it for so long, we're almost crushed to death! You're a master in the Refining Qi stage, with a carefree and leisurely air, naturally you're fine. But we're all ordinary people, still getting rained on, how can we bear it!"

  Another little Taoist hastily pulled his companion and reminded him:

  "Shut up and be quick! Be careful, Master will hear you, or you'll be in trouble again!"

  Chonghe, is indeed the Taoist name of Little Fatty.

  These three people are disciples of the nearby Cliff Mountain Sect.

  Ling Shan Sect, originally a well-known and prestigious sect in the Xiu Zhen world, an orthodox Taoist school. However, over the past hundred years, Ling Shan Sect's talents have dwindled, and it has gradually become a second-rate sect.

  Existing disciples, 12th generation of elders, with the Dharma name starting with "Xu", including the gatekeeper Chong Xu, also belong to this generation of disciples; 13th generation Xuan Zi, 14th generation He Zi.

  These three little Taoists are indeed the younger brothers of the He character generation. The "senior brother" with a gloomy complexion is called Minghe, the slightly fat little Taoist is called Chonghe, and the remaining one is called Chenghe.

  However, they are not true disciples, and can't even be considered inner door disciples, but only barely entered the mountain gate as outer door disciples.

  It seemed to sense the dissatisfaction of two younger brothers, Shixiong Ming and slowed down his pace, turned back and said:

  "This rain is only a minor nuisance to us, but for the zombies, it's a deadly danger. Zombies are born from the yin earth, absorb yin energy, and are purely yin bodies, which makes them most susceptible to lightning; in thunderstorm weather, they will have nowhere to hide. Do you see that mountain ahead?"

  Ming said as he stretched out his hand and pointed forward.

  In the distance, a mountain peak was surrounded by countless lightning bolts, with silver snakes flashing and thunderclaps exploding continuously, as if all the lightning in the sky had been drawn there, its power was truly majestic.

  The two little Taoists couldn't help but reveal a look of fear in their eyes.

  Ming continued:

  "Dark clouds surround the mountain top, gathering but not dispersing, indicating that the yin energy there is extremely heavy. If I'm not mistaken, the tomb we're looking for should be on that mountain."

  Upon hearing the two words "Corpse Cave", the two little Taoists exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing an unhidden fear.

  "Master... senior brother, are we really going to the Corpse Cave?"

  "Yes, senior brother. What if that mausoleum is not as we expected and suddenly several high-level zombies appear? Wouldn't that be terrible?"

  The younger Taoist priest said up to this point and thought that he had doubted his senior brother in a most improper manner, so he hastily added:

  "Of course, Elder Brother's magical powers are strong, so it's naturally not a problem. However, Junior Brothers haven't yet cultivated their Qi, and haven't advanced to the Qi Refining stage, I'm afraid they'll hold Elder Brother back! When the time comes, Elder Brother will have to take care of us again, and also catch zombies. What if he gets distracted and lets one or two zombies escape, and can't capture them all at once? Wouldn't that damage Elder Brother's reputation? Why don't we send a message with the paper crane, report back to the sect, and let the sect send reinforcements before making a decision?"

  Chong He and Cheng He sang in harmony, but it was nothing more than cowardice.

  Yin Kuang's senior brother Ming and the others naturally knew what was going on. In his heart, he snorted coldly; if it weren't for needing manpower to capture the zombies, he would have long since gotten rid of these two useless people.

  With a hidden resentment in his heart, he patiently explained on the surface:

  "Don't worry, since I dared to take action, I naturally have confidence. In the past few days, we visited more than a dozen mountain villages at the foot of the mountain and can confirm that there are less than ten zombies left here, all of which are the lowest-level jumping zombies, not even any roaming zombies. Otherwise, how would my senior brother go to his death? Moreover, these thunderbolts will be our good helpers in eliminating the zombies. If it were usual times, relying on the strength of just a few of us to kill into the zombie den would be a nine-to-one chance of death. However, now that the thunder and lightning are gathering, with the help of the heavenly power, even if we encounter eighth or ninth-level roaming zombies, they will only be blown to death. This time, we have victory without defeat."

  At this point, Yin Kuai Daoist Ming paused for a moment and continued:

  "You should also think about your own identity, as outer door disciples, how much cultivation elixir can the sect give you, what kind of heart method? Plus every day still have to do so many chores... If you don't strive for it yourself, will there be a chance to stand out? Today taking down these few zombies, eliminating the harm for the nearby mountain villagers, replacing the sect's reputation, is also a meritorious deed. After returning to the mountain, must get the elders' attention, reward elixir and skills, how glorious!"

  After finishing speaking, no matter how the two replied, he called out and continued to rush forward.

  Chong He and Cheng He exchanged a glance, trying to persuade their senior brother but could only shake their heads in dismay.

  Chong and then secretly took out a paper crane, muttering to himself, his hand shook.

  Splish splash!

  With a faint rustling sound, the paper crane flapped its wings and flew down the mountain, with a layer of yellow light on its body, and the falling raindrops slid open.

  Yin Wei's fellow Taoist, Ming He, caught a glimpse of this scene with a sideways glance and let out a cold snort, but didn't stop him. Anyway, they were already extremely close to the corpse cave, and even if some brothers from their sect came over, he would have already taken care of the stiff inside the cave, so he wasn't afraid of them stealing his credit.

  He was even more disdainful of these two useless junior brothers in his heart.

  ……

  Thank you old friend "Zi Meng Xin Shuang" for your reward and evaluation vote.