Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

The concierge, Uncle Qin, heard from some old people in Ping’an Town that in the early years, he had entered the imperial capital and worked as a concierge in a college for many years. Later, when he got older, he returned to Ping’an Town and opened a book club called It is No. 73 Book Club.

As for his real name, no one could tell him. Everyone affectionately called him the concierge, Uncle Qin.

After all, for someone in a remote mountain town like Ping'an Town, it is extremely remarkable for someone to go out and enter Pingjiang City, let alone enter the Imperial Capital, which is another world beyond the reach of most people in their lifetime.

Of course, some people once questioned the concierge, Uncle Qin, how could he return to the small Pingan Town after seeing such a world, at least he had to settle down in Pingjiang Chengan.

Perhaps, this is just a lie of a frustrated loser who has been wandering outside for decades.

Of course, Uncle Qin didn't care about these gossip.

In this way, he silently guarded his bookstore, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, looking at the flowing clouds indifferently, enjoying the last time of his life.

The books in No. 73 Book Club are extremely mixed, many of them are ancient books. Uncle Qin said that they were collected when he was in the imperial capital. The academy he stayed in would throw away a lot of old books every year. Uncle Qin felt that it was a pity, so he picked some , Brought back to Ping'an Town.

Many of these ancient books involve gods, ghosts and ghosts, which are particularly interesting.

Zhou Dao wandered around a few times, and he couldn't extricate himself, and became a frequent visitor here. When the old Daoist was not running, he would often just read books in the bookstore. Although he was shy because of cysts, he had never bought one, and Uncle Qin didn't chase him away. Just let this little guy look at the free book.

After entering the Yuyao Division, Zhou Dao had a monthly salary, so he frequented here frequently. Apart from food, drink and rent, most of his expenses were spent on reading books every month.

Today, he came again.

Uncle Qin's cat was tidying up the pile of books. When he saw Zhou Dao, he looked up, then lowered his head and continued tidying up.

"You haven't been here for a while."

"The department is too busy recently." Zhou Dao said casually, of course he couldn't tell the outside world about the situation in Yuyaosi, otherwise it would easily cause panic.

These mortals are protected by the demon master, and under normal circumstances, they always feel that all the monsters in the world have been killed.

In fact, the fight has always been there.

"The town is not peaceful recently." Uncle Qin shook his head.

Zhou Dao's heart skipped a beat, all cases involving monsters will be blocked, and it is difficult for outsiders to know.

Even Wang Xiaoyi, who is such a gossip, dare not tell his family about the recent incidents. Once found out, it will be a felony.

"Uncle Qin, who did you listen to?" Zhou Dao asked tentatively.

"The old man is someone who has seen the world anyway. If you can't see it, then you have been half-baked for half your life."

Uncle Qin said casually, and took out an ancient book from the bookshelf behind him. The pages of the book were already yellowed, and the corners of the pages were curled.

"See for yourself!"

Walking in front of Zhou Dao, Uncle Qin stuffed the scroll into his hands, and got busy again.

Zhou Dao looked down, and saw that on the scroll it was written

Big Demon - Ping'an Town.

"Huh?" Zhou Dao's eyebrows jumped.

This thing looks like a dossier, but it has been scattered for a long time!

"Uncle Qin, where did this thing come from?" Zhou Dao couldn't help asking.

"You picked it up, don't take it out, it's private, it's just for you to see, it will be troublesome if someone finds out." Uncle Qin warned without looking back.

Zhou Dao looked at it, and it really looked like it was torn from a certain file, some pages were still broken, and the handwriting was a bit blurred, as if it had been stained.

"As expected of the concierge, Uncle Qin." Zhou Dao believed now that Uncle Qin did not brag, that he had indeed been in the imperial capital as a concierge, and that he could even pick up such things.

Zhou Dao opened the file and read it.

"There was a big monster in Ping'an Town!?" Zhou Dao's heart sank slightly.

The so-called big monster is not comparable to evil-level monsters. That kind of existence dominates all kinds of monsters.

It can be said that the appearance of the big monster is a disaster for any party, and it is also the biggest headache for Yu Yaosi.

There are seventy-two cave demon kings in the world. Whenever a big monster appears, he must worship the mountain and enter the mansion.

"Twenty years ago?" Zhou Dao thought for a while.

He remembered Wang Xiaoyi said that twenty years ago, Ping'an Town was hit by a catastrophe, almost all the people in the town died. His ancestors escaped the catastrophe because they were not in the town.

Thinking of this, Zhou Dao couldn't help but read on.

He has only heard of the big monster, and he is extremely curious.

An old event was recorded on the ancient scroll.

Twenty-seven years ago, a boy was born in Shenyin Village, Ping'an Town. Her mother died because of dystocia. Not long after, her father went into the mountains to cut firewood, fell off the cliff and lost his life.

At this time, a plague broke out in the village, and most of the people died.

The old man in the ancestral hall said that the baby was unknown, born with evil spirits, killed his parents, and brought disaster to the village.

"What a shame!"

Zhou Dao secretly slandered that his parents died when he was born, and half of the village was plagued by the plague. As long as one person had an association, in such an atmosphere where everyone was in danger, everyone would believe that this was a disaster.

No, everyone is willing to believe that this is a disaster.

The fate of the baby can be imagined, he was thrown into the mountains by the panicked village name.

Who would have thought that this baby was not only alive, but was actually saved by a cat demon.

"Cat demon!?"

It is recorded in the volume that this is not an ordinary cat demon, with twin tails, practicing demon skills, and participating in mysterious bone monuments, has deep sinister virtues.

"It's really good luck." Zhou Dao was slightly moved.

According to the records, this cat demon has some chances. It was originally just a bobcat. It got the method of cultivating the demon clan in the barren mountains of Ping'an Town, and its practice gradually deepened.

According to the method, it takes another path, doing great good, accumulating yin and virtue, and transforming into a human form.

You must know that ordinary monsters can only be transformed with monster energy, and it is always difficult to get out of the beast body.

For a cultivator, the animal body is a great crime, a great evil, like a shackle, from which one cannot escape or obtain the Tao.

A monster that has truly cultivated great supernatural powers can truly leave its body and transform into a human being, instead of using monster energy to illusory and confuse the trail.

However, methods like accumulating yin virtue are extremely rare, and it is not just about doing good deeds.

It involves Taoist secrets, how to introduce merit into the body, cleanse sins, get rid of the womb, etc., are all secrets that are not passed on.

"How can there be such a monster cultivation method in a place like Ping'an Town?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you read "Ping An Zhi"? It is very clear in it." At this moment, the concierge, Uncle Qin, spoke.

"Ping'an Zhi" is a book that records the history of Ping'an Town, and ordinary people have nothing to read about it.

"Many years ago, there was a mountain to the west of Ping'an Town. It was a beautiful and beautiful place. There used to be a master of the monster race who opened a mansion here, and it became famous for a while." Uncle Qin said casually.

"Ping'an Town still has this kind of history?" Zhou Dao blurted out, "What mountain?"

"Mountain of pastry!"