Chapter 152 Funeral and Corpse Transformation

Bai Yu bowed and smiled:

"Brother Hou, I haven't seen you for a while. It seems that you have been very successful recently."

Hou Haitao smiled:

"No, no, I just earned some spiritual stones."

"These are all external things. Only cultivation is real."

Bai Yu then realized that Hou Haitao's cultivation had also improved a lot, reaching the eighth level of Qi Refining.

In his impression, Hou Haitao's aptitude was also very poor, otherwise he would not have joined Tianqin Society.

I didn't expect his cultivation to improve so quickly.

Bai Yu bowed his hands to congratulate him, and then said:

"Brother Hou, I have recently drawn a batch of talismans. I wonder if you are interested?"

Hou Haitao pulled Bai Yu to sit down and said:

"To be honest, I am no longer engaged in the business of reselling."

"But what kind of friendship do we have? Since you asked, just give me this batch of talismans. I will arrange for someone to sell them to you without charging you a penny."

He patted his chest and guaranteed:

"Just ask if you have anything else."

This Hou Haitao is a kind person. He has not forgotten the friendship before even when he became rich.

Except that he likes to roll and urge people to practice, there is nothing wrong with him.

Bai Yu was not hypocritical and said:

"It's like this, Junior Brother, I want to practice a few fire magics. Can I ask Senior Brother Hou to help collect some? The higher the grade, the better."

He handed over a jade slip:

"These are all in our sect, so you don't have to collect them."

Hou Haitao heard it and patted his chest and said:

"This is a simple matter. Leave it to me. It's just a matter of running around."

Bai Yu was happy.

If he could find a few more spells that could be integrated, the spiritual fire would definitely undergo a qualitative change.

He chatted with Hou Haitao for a few words, and Hou Haitao began to talk again:

"Junior Brother, we cultivators are nothing more than for longevity. We must practice diligently and spend our best years..."

Bai Yu managed to get away after a lot of coping.

He also bought a lot of things at the exchange meeting of Tianqin Society, such as spiritual grass seeds and materials for brewing.

He didn't return to Zuowang Peak until it got dark.

As soon as he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he saw a carriage carrying a coffin entering the funeral hall.

Bai Yu was puzzled:

"Why are you here for a funeral so late at night?"

"And the ruts nearby are very deep, and the coffin looks much heavier than an ordinary coffin."

At this time, the smiling monk Zhao Wuyou came out and said with some surprise:

"Junior Brother Bai, why did you come back so late?"

Bai Yu's face showed no strange color, and said:

"I drew a few talismans and took them out to sell, which delayed me a little."

"Junior Brother Zhao, we agreed that I will not take care of the funeral at night."

"I am so tired today, I have to go back and rest well."

Zhao Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Of course, Junior Brother, just go back and rest, I will take care of everything here."

Bai Yu yawned and bowed to Zhao Wuyou to say goodbye.

After Bai Yu left, a gloomy monk appeared behind Zhao Wuyou.

"Will this guy ruin our business? Should we--"

As he said this, he made a gesture of wiping his neck, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Zhao Wuyou said:

"We can't do it on Zuowang Peak, otherwise it will arouse suspicion."

The cold monk said:

"There are outsiders here, it's not so safe after all."

Zhao Wuyou smiled and said:

"It's okay, just find a reason in a few days to drive this kid away."

"After leaving Zuowang Peak, you can find a chance to kill him, then it's none of my business."

He smiled, still the smiling Maitreya, and his tone of voice was still as refreshing as spring breeze.

But he was talking about murder and frame-up.

At this time, Bai Yu returned to his cave.

He immediately opened several magic arrays, the Eight Diagrams Cloud Light Array, the Soundproof Array, and the Absolute Spirit Array.

"There seems to be something wrong with Zhao Wuyou."

But he didn't mean to investigate.

Curiosity kills the cat, the more you know, the greater the danger.

As long as Zhao Wuyou didn't come to trouble him, he didn't bother to care so much.

He just wanted to send the funeral to practice peacefully and prepare for the Tianmen Secret Realm five years later.

Bai Yu shook his head and eliminated all distracting thoughts.

He took out a bunch of spiritual objects and began to try to brew Hundred Flowers Spirit Honey Wine.

"Three liters of spiritual rice, various spiritual fruits and flower petals, supplemented with spiritual honey..."

When he was in the mortal world, he brewed a lot of Fiery Sun Fire Wine, and his brewing skills had already reached the realm of great success.

After Bai Yu was busy, he solemnly sealed the wine jar and buried it underground.

As long as he waited for ninety-nine and eighty-one days, this Hundred Flowers Honey Wine would be successfully brewed.

Bai Yu was in a good mood. He took out the True Yang Pill and swallowed it, and began to sit cross-legged in meditation.

After half a month, he felt that his cultivation had improved a lot.

[Cultivation: Qi Refining Level 6 (20%)]

"The Zhen Yang Pills I've taken these days have not been in vain. One bottle of Zhen Yang Pills costs 700 to 800 spirit stones. It's expensive, but the effect is really good."

Bai Yu estimated that to reach the ninth level of Qi Refining, at least more than 100 bottles of Zhen Yang Pills would be consumed.

This price is too much for even a third-grade talisman master.

This is before you encounter a bottleneck. If you encounter a bottleneck in cultivation, no matter how many pills you take, it will be useless.

It can be seen how important cultivation qualifications are.

Life is not easy, Bai Yu sighed.

At this moment, the sound of the death knell came from the foot of the mountain.

"Business is coming again."

Bai Yu picked up the guy and went to the foot of the mountain.

Only a man in black was seen pulling a cypress coffin on an ox cart.

He stuffed Bai Yu with a bag.

"Junior brother, my senior brother died unexpectedly, and I have important matters to attend to, so I cannot stay for a long time. Please bury my senior brother as soon as possible."

Bai Yu weighed it and estimated that there were dozens of spiritual stones inside.

He checked the disciple order and other items, confirmed that there was no problem, and said:

"Senior brother, please rest assured, I will bury him as soon as possible."

The man in black said anxiously:

"There is no need to suspend the spirit or anything like that. Please just let my senior brother rest in peace."

Bai Yu nodded and picked up three sticks of incense.

A page of information appears on the burial record.

[Funeral target: Huang Tian. 】

[Identity: Outer disciple of Leiyang Sect (in the process of corpse transformation). 】

[Cultivation: Ninth level of Qi refining. 】

[Basic reward: mana +50, life experience +490,000! 】

[Optional rewards: Bibo Jue, Waterspout, Water Condensation Technique, Wood Spirit Root +5, Spiritual Grass Planting...]

[Funeral participation rate: 0.1%. 】

Bai Yu was suddenly startled.

The man in the coffin was actually in the state of corpse transformation.

Bai Yu said seriously:

"This senior brother, according to the sect's rules, the burial of a fellow sect member must be done in the Jiesha Hall for three days to eliminate all kinds of evil spirits."

In fact, the rules are so set that no one usually follows them.

But Bai Yu insisted on sticking to the rules, and no one else could blame him.

The man in black was anxious:

"Junior brother, please be a little flexible. I'm really in a hurry and can't stay here for long."

As he said that, he handed over another bag. It was bulging, and it looked like there were no less than a hundred pieces of spiritual stones in it.

Bai Yu not only refused to accept it, but also returned the previous bag.

He said confidently:

"This is a rule set by the sect. Who dares to violate it?"

"Is there something wrong with the coffin sent by senior brother?"

Bai Yu stared at the man in black with burning eyes.