Hmm … Since my soul has returned, does that mean that my previous life's strong cultivation base has also returned?
Mo Ran activated the incantation and felt the surge of spiritual power in his body. Although it was abundant, it was not strong.
In other words, he did not inherit his cultivation base.
However, this was not a big deal. He was talented and intelligent, and his perception was high. At worst, he could just cultivate from the beginning again. It was not a big deal.
Moreover, rebirth was a joyous occasion. Even if there were some imperfections, it was still very normal.
As Mo Ran thought this, he quickly retracted his darkness and fangs. He looked like a fifteen-year-old youth and happily prepared to return to the sect.
The summer was strong in the suburbs. Occasionally, a carriage would pass by, the wheels rolling. No one would pay attention to the fifteen year old Mo Ran.
Occasionally, there would be village women who were busy in the fields. When they had time, they would look up and wipe their sweat. When they saw an exceptionally beautiful youth, their eyes would brighten and they would stare at him.
Mo Ran also smiled and looked back at them without any trace of politeness. Those married women blushed and lowered their heads.
In the evening, Mo Ran arrived at Wuchang Town. This place was very close to the Peak of Life and Death. In the twilight, the red sun was like blood. The burning red clouds set off the towering mountain range.
Touching his stomach, he felt a little hungry. Thus, he familiarly entered a restaurant. Looking at the red and black signboard in front of the counter, he knocked on the counter and quickly ordered, "Shopkeeper, give me a stick chicken, a plate of 'husband and wife lung slice', two pounds of soju wine, and a plate of beef."
At this time, there were many people eating and it was very lively. The storyteller on the counter was waving a fan and telling the story of the Peak of Life and Death. He was very excited and his saliva flew everywhere.
Mo Ran asked for a private room by the window. He ate while listening to the storyteller.
"As everyone knows, our Cultivation World is divided into two regions, the Upper Cultivation World and the Lower Cultivation World. Today, we will talk about the most amazing sect in the Lower Cultivation World, the Peak of Life and Death.
Heh, you should know that our Wuchang Town used to be a desolate, turbulent, and poor town a hundred years ago. Because it was close to the entrance of the Ghost World, once the sky turned dark, the villagers didn't dare to go out. If they had to walk at night, they had to ring the exorcism bell, sprinkle incense ashes and paper money, and quickly pass through while shouting, "When people come, they are separated by mountains; when ghosts come, they are separated by papers."
But today, it seems that our town is bustling with life and prosperity, no different from other places. This is all because of the care of the Peak of Life and Death.
This Immortal Residence, it was located precisely at the entrance of the Gates of Hell, between the two realms of yin and yang.
Although it hasn't been established for long, but … "
Mo Ran's ears were about to grow calluses from listening to this part of history. Thus, he began to lose interest and started to look out of the window in a daze.
Coincidentally, there was a stall downstairs. A few outlanders dressed as Taoists were carrying a cage covered with a black cloth and performing tricks on the street.
This was much more interesting than the old man's storytelling.
Mo Ran's attention was attracted.
"Look, look, look, this is the ancient fierce beast Pixiu cub, subdued by us.
Now, it is as obedient as a child, and can juggle and do arithmetic!
It is not easy to be a chivalrous person. Everyone, if you have money, please come and support us, if you don't, please come and watch the first good show — Pixiu's abacus! "
The Taoist priests lifted the black cloth with a whoosh, and inside the cage were several demon beasts with human faces and bear bodies.
Mo Ran, "…"
These obedient and furry bear cubs???
They dared to call themselves Pixiu???
This boast was really going to break the sky, whoever believed it was a donkey's brain.
But Mo Ran soon opened his eyes. Twenty to thirty donkeys gathered around them to watch the show, cheering and clapping from time to time. It was so lively that even the people in the restaurant couldn't help but stick their heads out to look, making the storyteller very embarrassed.
"Now, the Lord at the Peak of Life and Death, his name is illustrious, his reputation spread far and wide —"
"Good!!
Another one!!! "
The storyteller was greatly encouraged, and looked towards the direction of the voice, only to see that the customer's face was flushed with excitement, but his eyes were obviously not looking at him, but at the juggling stall downstairs.
"Yo, Pixiu's abacus?"
"Ayaya, so awesome!"
"Good!
Wonderful!
Show a Pixiu throwing an apple again! "
The people in the restaurant laughed, and all gathered by the window to watch the show below.
The storyteller continued to speak pitifully, "The Lord is most famous for his fan, he …"
"Ahahaha, that Pixiu with the lightest fur wants to snatch the apple to eat, look at it rolling on the ground!"
The storyteller wiped his face with a sweat towel, so angry that his lips were trembling.
Mo Ran pursed his lips, then smiled, and leisurely shouted from behind the beaded curtain, "Don't talk about the Peak of Life and Death, show the Eighteen Touches, I'm sure you'll pull everyone back."
The storyteller didn't know that the person behind the curtain was the Lord Mo Ran at the Peak of Life and Death, so he stammered with integrity, "Vulgar, vulgar words, don't, don't enter the hall of elegance."
Mo Ran laughed, "This is the hall of elegance?
Don't you feel ashamed? "
After saying that, there was a sudden noise downstairs.
"Aiya!
What a fast horse! "
"It's the Immortal at the Peak of Life and Death!"
In the midst of the discussion, a black horse galloped from the direction of the Peak of Life and Death, and charged into the juggling circle like lightning!
There were two people sitting on the horse. One of them was wearing a black bamboo hat and a black cloak. It was hard to tell their age and gender. The other was a woman in her thirties or forties. She was clumsy and had a face full of hardships.
When the woman saw those bears, she burst into tears. She rolled and crawled off the horse, staggered over, and hugged one of the bears, then knelt and wailed, "Son!!!
My son — — "
The surrounding people were dumbfounded.
Someone scratched his head and muttered, "Eh?
Isn't this the cub of the ancient mythological beast Pixiu?
Why did this woman call it 'son'? "
"This can't be a female Pixiu, right?"
"Aiya, so powerful, this female has cultivated into a human form."
The villagers here didn't know anything, so they were talking nonsense, but Mo Ran figured it out.
It was said that some Taoists would abduct children, and then pull out the children's tongues to make them unable to speak. Then they would use boiling water to burn the children's skin, and while the flesh was in a mess, they would stick the animal skin on their bodies. After the blood solidified, the skin and the children would stick together, looking no different from a demon.
These children couldn't speak, couldn't write, and could only be bullied, cooperating with the "Pixiu playing the abacus" kind of juggling. If they resisted, they would be whipped with sticks.
No wonder he didn't feel the slightest bit of demonic aura before, these "Pixiu" weren't demons at all, but living people …
While he was pondering, the black-cloaked figure whispered something to the Daoist priests. When the Daoist priests heard this, they were instantly enraged and shouted, "Apologize?". "Apologize?
Your grandfather doesn't know how to write the word 'apologize'! "" What's so great about the Peak of Life and Death? "" Meddling in other people's business, beat him! "They rushed up to beat the black cloak.
"Aiya."
Seeing his fellow disciples being beaten, Mo Ran chuckled, "So fierce."
He didn't have the slightest intention to help.
In his previous life, he especially hated this kind of atmosphere in the sect where people would help when they saw injustice. One by one, they rushed up like idiots. Auntie Wang's kitten at the entrance of the village needed their help when it couldn't climb down the tree. Everyone in the sect, from the sect leader to the odd-job workers, were stupid.
There were so many unfair things in the world, why bother? It was tiring.
"They're fighting, they're fighting!
He!
What a powerful fist! "
Up and down the restaurant, the crowd crowded around to join in the fun.
"So many people fighting one, don't you feel ashamed!"
"Immortal Master, watch your back!
Aiya!
That was close!
Wahahaha — "
"That was a good dodge!"
These people liked to watch fights, but Mo Ran didn't. He had seen too many bloody battles, and what happened right under his nose was like a fly buzzing around him.
He lazily brushed the peanut crumbs off his clothes and got up to leave.
Downstairs, the Daoist priests and the black cloak were locked in a fierce battle. Sword Qi whizzed about. Mo Ran crossed his arms and leaned against the door of the wine shop. He glanced at them and couldn't help but click his tongue.
How embarrassing.
The Peak of Life and Death were all fierce and brave, but this black cloak was not good at fighting. Seeing that he was being pulled down by the Taoist priests of Jianghu, he was surrounded and kicked in the middle, but he was not ruthless.
Instead, he shouted weakly, "A gentleman uses his fists instead of his mouth. I'm trying to reason with you, why don't you listen?!"
The Taoist priests were speechless.
Mo Ran: "…"
The Taoist priests were thinking, 'What?
This person had already been beaten into such a pitiful state, yet he was still a gentleman who used his mouth and not his fists?
This is the head of a steamed bun. There's no stuffing, right?
Mo Ran's expression suddenly changed. For a moment, he felt as if the world was spinning around him. He held his breath and opened his eyes wide in disbelief. This voice …
"Shi Mei!"
Mo Ran bellowed and rushed forward. He infused his palm with spiritual energy and blasted the five evil Taoist priests away!
He knelt on the ground and helped the black cloak up. His voice couldn't help but tremble slightly.