Purgatory Artist-Chapter 475: Merit

Two hours later.

The Eight Immortals Restaurant was no longer occupied.

Layers upon layers of cultivators floated in the air, surrounding the entire building. Occasionally, cultivators would receive orders to search for information in various parts of the city.

Inside the building, a few armchairs had already been set up, with the bigwigs of the sect sitting on them.

Sitting in the middle were three middle-aged men wearing Daoist robes.

Their expressions were solemn, and there was a faint killing intent on their faces.

"You said that the child patted you a few times and you recovered?"

The Daoist in the middle asked.

The woman on the ground, trembling as she spoke:

"Yes, Immortal Master, I'm definitely not lying, he really patted me a few times and I recovered, then ..."

She snuck a glance at the ground.

A few corpses were laid there.

As if noticing her gaze, the other Daoist asked, "What's the matter?

"You said that they took 30 coins from you?"

"Yes"

"What about the disciples of my sect?"

"20 taels of gold"

"20 taels of gold? That's worth it for them to cure your illness, but what happened in the end? "

Recalling that scene, the woman couldn't help but tremble.

"At that time, it was really ..."

Her face was pale, she couldn't stop mumbling, unable to continue.

It was too scary.

When it was done, the child pulled out a fire stick from his waist.

When the cultivators saw this, they sneered, "You want to fight us with this thing?"

"You think too highly of yourself." the child laughed.

Then, the child drew a line in the air with the poker in his hand.

His action was very ordinary, and because he was shorter than the fire stick, he looked a bit clumsy when he swung the stick.

But the cultivators didn't even try to dodge that casual swing.

The woman couldn't understand why the cultivators didn't try to dodge.

Was it because they couldn't?

Or did they think that they didn't need to?

No idea.

But they all had their throats slit by the fire stick, their necks twisted as they fell to the ground.

"Murder!"

Someone shouted.

The entire restaurant was in chaos, everyone was crying and screaming as they ran away, leaving the restaurant empty in just a few moments.

She also ran back with the maids and guards, finally returning home to hide.

However, in less than two hours, an Immortal Master came to ask about the situation.

Right now, she was kneeling here and didn't know what would happen to him.

When she thought of this, she recalled the smile on the blind child's face when he killed those people. The woman's body trembled uncontrollably, and her teeth chattered. She was so stunned that she couldn't spit out a single word.

The three cultivators exchanged glances.

"Let me do it."

A cultivator took two steps forward and placed his hand on the woman's forehead.

Soul Search!

One breath.

Two breaths.

The cultivator sighed and said, "A few Qi Refining disciples actually provoked this kind of devil. They won't even know how they died."

One of his companions asked, "Who is it?"

"I'm not sure. I only know that I couldn't dodge that kid's attack."

"What did you say?!"

His two companions said in horror.

...

In the wilderness.

Two figures were running at high speed.

"Master, where are we going?" the child asked.

"Let's go back to the temple and pack up. We'll run," the old man said.

"Master, disciple used the method you taught me to defeat the enemy. Are you happy?" The child asked.

"Hmph! I gave them enough face, but they still wanted to kill us. The current cultivation world really isn't as good as our era, hah "the old Taoist angrily said.

"Your era?"

"That's right, our era was a lot more peaceful."

"You don't know how to fight like this?"

"That's not it. We usually wait until everyone is here before fighting. Unlike these newcomers, they dared to kill us with just a few of them, only to be killed by you instead. Idiot!"

"Master, whose side are you on exactly?

That's right, Master, you're actually angry because you didn't eat your fill, right? "

"That's right, I'll be frank!

It wasn't easy for all the dishes to be served. I haven't even had a bite of that sweet and sour fish, but you already killed someone. Is killing someone a good thing? Can't you say a few words? Wait until this old Daoist is full before attacking?"

"That's right, Master. That's right, when are you going to teach me a few more moves, Master?"

"You've already comprehended that move to its peak, so it's time to teach you a few new things. Let's talk about it after we've settled down."

Suddenly, they stopped in their tracks.

In front of them was the ruined temple where they were staying.

Tigers, wolves, bears, foxes, wild dogs, deer, birds and various other animals lined up in a row, waiting quietly in front of the temple.

"You're so young, yet you're making such bad friends." The old Taoist shook his head and went straight into the temple to pack his things.

"What do you want?" Liu Ping asked.

A deer walked forward slowly and spoke in human language, "We want to follow by your side and listen to your teachings from time to time."

Liu Ping smiled, "I don't provide food here, the rest is up to you. Come if you want."

All the wild beasts cheered.

The old Daoist waved his sleeves in the temple and packed his things. When he walked out, he saw this scene.

He glanced at Liu Ping and smiled until his wrinkles bloomed.

"Little brat, you're so smart. Bringing so many wild beasts with you, you won't starve to death no matter what. You can even kill them on the spot and eat something fresh," he said telepathically.

Liu Ping said helplessly, "These are cultivators, they can't be eaten."

"You're really hoping to bring a group of demons to be your team?" The old man was surprised.

"No, there are some things that we can't always do personally in the future. We need to cultivate, we don't have so much time. They can help," Liu Ping said.

"Let them light a fire and cook in the future."

"Yes, Master."

The two of them moved and shuttled through the forest.

Those wild beasts actually followed them and headed to a more remote place.

"Master, I have something to ask."

Liu Ping asked as he flew forward.

Valley

"What is it?" The old Taoist asked.

"Have you heard that the world actually has a spirit?" Liu Ping asked.

In the past, he had never seen the beauty and strangeness of the Ten Thousand Worlds, nor did he know about the existence of the strange, so he had never asked about such a topic.

His master was knowledgeable about the Heavens and Earth, he might know something about this.

"Hahaha, of course the world has a spirit," The old Daoist laughed.

Liu Ping perked up and hurriedly said, "Really? Can we meet it? "

"Meet him ... I'm afraid you won't be able to meet it for a long time," The old Daoist said with deep meaning.

"It's not in this world?" Liu Ping asked.

"The Six Paths of Reincarnation are six connected worlds. It's not easy for the spirit of such a world to grow," The old Daoist said.

Liu Ping shuddered.

That's right.

Why didn't he think of that?

The sequence had once said that the power of spirits was a high-level power comparable to nightmares.

But what he saw in the Ten Thousand Worlds was that spirits were unable to compete with nightmares.

Even though spirits could open up worlds and had various spiritual techniques!

Was it because those spirits were not strong enough?

Liu Ping's thoughts flashed and he said, "Can we summon the spirit of the Six Paths of Reincarnation?"

"I'm afraid not, because our human world is also incomplete. This world is only a small part of the real human world," The old Daoist answered seriously.

Liu Ping nodded slightly.

Yes.

In this parallel world, the Six Paths of Reincarnation was incomplete.

"Is there no way at all?" He asked.

"According to the lost ancient books, there is actually a way ..."

"What way?"

"Merit!"

"Merit?"

"Yes, doing anything that is beneficial to the growth of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is merit. Once you have enough merit, the Six Paths of Reincarnation will naturally reciprocate."

"Will it know what I want?"

"Nonsense, as the saying goes, everything is fated. If you have enough merit, your fate will welcome a change, let alone a small wish."

"Merit ... Doesn't that mean I can only do good deeds and can't even kill people?"

"You little brat, don't think about killing people every day. Merit can only be accumulated by saving all living beings and doing good deeds."

"Don't kill people ... Don't kill people ... Tsk."

As the two of them spoke, they reached the end of the dense forest and a river came into view.

A figure stood in front of the river, blocking their path.

"White Mountain Sect Master, Qian Yuanhe." That person reported.

"So it's Brother Qian," The old Daoist smiled and cupped his hands. "Welcome, what can I do for you?"

"I heard that you killed my disciples in the Eight Immortals Restaurant," Qian Yuanhe said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking.

One cultivator after another gradually appeared in the surrounding forest.

The old Daoist and Liu Ping looked at each other.

"You didn't do a divination?" The two of them asked in unison.

"Escaping is such a serious matter that it has already threatened Master's life. I thought Master would do a divination. Who knew that Master would even slack off on such matters?" Liu Ping reprimanded.

"You have the cheek to criticize Master?

You had to do a divination before killing people just now. Why didn't you do a divination when you escaped? "The old Taoist said angrily.

"When have I ever been afraid of being hunted down in my life?

Why would I need to do a divination for such matters? "The five-year-old child patted his chest and said heroically.

"Enough!" Sect Master Qian shouted. "Have you thought about how you want to die?"

The two of them paused.

The old Daoist said with a frown, "As the saying goes, it's better to squash enmity than keep it alive. Sect Master Qian, I have many cultivation techniques here. Why don't I compensate you with a few and we'll call it quits?"

"Compensation for cultivation techniques ... That's what I should do. If you really have a good cultivation technique, we can make peace. However, I have a request," Qian Yuanhe said.

"Just say it. I can understand your feelings. As long as I can do it, I'll be satisfied." The old Taoist cupped his hands and smiled apologetically.

"Hand over the blind child behind you. He killed my sect's disciple. He can pay with his life," Qian Yuanhe said.

The old Daoist's expression gradually changed. A faint aura rose from his body.

Suddenly, his sleeve was tugged.

"Hmm?"

"Master, I want merit. Don't kill people."

"Kid, what do you think we should do?"

"Master has his own way, doesn't he?"

The old Daoist's aura fell back. He coughed softly and said, "To be honest, our sect's cultivation is average, but our divination skills are the best in the world. Why don't I perform three divinations for your White Mountain Sect? Then, we'll call it quits. How about that?"

"Best in the world in divination? How arrogant. "Sect Master Qian sneered.

"If I lie, I'll definitely be struck to death by lightning in the next Heavenly Tribulation." The old Daoist cupped his hands and said.

The cultivators on the other side were a little restless.

He dared to talk about the Heavenly Tribulation. It seemed that he was telling the truth.

Best in the world in divination ...

If he really had such a method, it would be enough to help the sect predict many things and avoid all kinds of calamities.

In comparison, the lives of a few in-name disciples were not that important.

Sect Master Qian pondered and said, "How do I know if your divination skills are real or fake?"

"Very simple. I'll try to perform a divination for you. You'll naturally know if it's real or not." The old Daoist said.

"Then, you can do it. Let's say that you already know my name. I'm 350 years old and have cultivated for 330 years." Sect Master Qian said.

The old Daoist silently counted with his fingers.

Liu Ping heaved a sigh of relief at the side.

It seemed that they would not fight. Moreover, he was helping them by performing a divination.

There was no doubt that his master's divination skills would be accurate.

Therefore, the matter here was a foregone conclusion.

Suddenly, Liu Ping realized that his master's body was trembling slightly.

Hmm?

What's going on?

He looked at his master and saw that his master had a strange expression. It was as if something was stuck in his throat.

Strange!

Liu Ping silently counted with his fingers.

The old Daoist suddenly said, "Sect Master Qian, I've already done the divination for you."

"How is it? Just say it casually. I'll see if you're accurate. "Sect Master Qian said.

"You ..."

"Master, shut up!" Liu Ping suddenly shouted.

But it was too late.

The old Daoist said excitedly, "Your wife cheated on you for a total of 300 years. Am I accurate in this matter?"