Early the next morning, Zhang Yang woke up from hunger. He had eaten all the goose meat left over from yesterday in the middle of the night, so now he had no food at all.
Fortunately, Li Cun currently gives out porridge once in the morning and evening. Each person has a bowl. It's so clear that you can count the grains of rice. Who are you kidding
"Two dogs."
He had just fed his cheap grandfather a bowl of gruel when someone called him outside the door. He was a somewhat stout man. He was quite different from the old, weak, sick and disabled people he saw yesterday. He had a hard bow on his back and a bow on his waist. Carrying a long sword and carrying a murderous aura, he should be a warrior, but that's all.
This person is naturally Zhang Yang's cheap uncle, who joined the Licun Patrol Team three months ago.
"Brother, is something wrong?"
Zhang Yang asked, in Wang Ergou's memory, this guy named Dahei was pretty good to him.
"Do you still want to be a monk's apprentice?"
The eldest uncle asked with a stern expression. This should not be the first time he asked this.
"I made a meritorious service yesterday, so I was just promoted to team leader. If you come to patrol, you can come to my team and I will take care of you."
"But I still want to give it a try." Zhang Yang showed a smile.
"With your physique, which can fall down in a single blow, you will only die." The uncle looked very angry.
"I know." Zhang Yang nodded. Even without Wang Ergou's memory, he could guess the truth. I don't know what's going on in the world today. Anyway, a huge number of mortals are experiencing internal distortions. People are still human, but everything has changed. It is no longer suitable for cultivating immortals. This is destroying the foundation of immortal cultivators. Therefore, it is okay to want to become a monk apprentice, but the distortion in the meridians needs to be corrected first. This process is absolutely fatal.
But Zhang Yang really wants this. He just repaired the Taiyin Lung Meridian of his Hand last night. This should be his last luck. The chance of him encountering another Earthbound Spirit in the future is infinitely zero.
Therefore, recruiting monk apprentices in the village was his only chance.
"snort!"
The uncle was so angry that he walked away!
Zhang Yang calmly closed the door of the hut and went to the center of the village without looking back.
There is an immortal in the center of Li Village. The immortal known to the villagers is a foundation-building immortal cultivator. He lives in a big house and has a garden of more than ten acres. However, what is planted in this garden is actually a variety of Planting medicinal herbs and guarding them with spirit-gathering formations looked very gorgeous and fairy-like in the eyes of the villagers.
But, this is really shabby.
A dignified cultivator in the foundation-building stage actually went to a village to play hide and seek. The elixir garden was only a dozen acres. As for the vast world, he didn't dare to go there.
In Zhang Yang’s words, he is a lost dog!
High-ranking immortal cultivators would never cooperate with mortals, let alone have close contact with mortals. Now that they are doing this, it is enough to show that the problem has become so serious that there is nothing to say.
When Zhang Yang came here, he saw the village elder, patrol captain and other upper-level figures in the village respectfully receiving paper charms and elixirs from a pale young man, which were used to guard the village's daily consumption. .
Then, a total of twenty young homeless men and women with sallow faces and skinny muscles were brought up. They will be selected. The qualified ones will become monk apprentices, and the unqualified ones will become a corpse or a monster.
Therefore, anyone in Li Village who has some way to survive, anyone who can have a chance of survival, is not willing to become a monk apprentice.
Because in the past three years, only two people have succeeded, and almost thousands of people have died.
If this cultivator hadn't solved the village's disaster several times, and if refugees from other nearby villages hadn't kept coming, Li Village would have rebelled long ago.
Now, Zhang Yang is the first person in the past two years to take the initiative to become a monk's apprentice.
"Come with me, Master is waiting for you."
The pale young man is the only one who has passed the selection in the past three years, but his strength is just that.
Zhang Yang followed the other similarly numb teenagers in with an expressionless face.
The house inside is large and full of spiritual energy. It seems that this immortal cultivator is not bankrupt yet, which is good news.
"Take off your clothes, men go to the left, women to the right, wash up and come see me again."
A tired man's voice came from inside the big house.
Zhang Yang and ten teenagers went to a strange-looking room on the left. There was a pool in the room. The water was clear, with a layer of white mist rising faintly.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yang suddenly understood.
The selection has actually begun. The water in the pool is by no means clear water, but a spiritual liquid with a relatively high concentration. If in the past, any ordinary mortal could soak in this spiritual liquid, it would be a great blessing. Not to mention that it can extend your life by fifty years.
But now, all mortals have become deformed due to unknown reasons, and the meridians in their bodies have long been unable to practice. If they forcibly absorb spiritual energy, they will either die or turn into unknown monsters.
In fact, before the ten teenagers even got close to the pool, they all felt extremely uncomfortable. Their faces turned red and veins popped out all over their bodies. This was the strong resistance of the distorted meridians in their bodies.
At this time, Zhang Yang directly pulled them away, strode over, and quickly sealed the three distorted acupoints on the Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian with the three sewing needles in his hand, and then poured them fiercely.
This is spiritual liquid!
The reason why the immortal cultivator asked them to take a bath was because he was worried that they would not be able to withstand the impact of the spiritual energy, rather than because they had to take a bath.
Zhang Yang drank about four or five kilograms in one breath, which was about the amount of one unit of ordinary spiritual energy.
At this time, his whole body was like a knife, his skin was like a red prawn, blood vessels burst out, and in some areas, the capillaries exploded one after another.
Death is imminent!
But Zhang Yang's mind is extremely stable at the moment. He initially chose the Hand-Taiyin Lung Meridian, and the current Hand-Taiyin Heart Meridian was not chosen randomly because these two meridians basically cover most of the fragile internal organs.
In particular, the repaired Taiyin Lung Meridian of the Hand has played an important role at this moment, like a lake, constantly receiving the roaring peaks from other parts of the body, thus preventing Zhang Yang's body from breaking through the warning level of collapse.
At the same time, Zhang Yang also released a small amount of the isolation of his soul. On the one hand, it was used to suppress the deformed acupoints on the head, and on the other hand, it was used to repair the deformed acupoints on the Taiyin Heart Meridian of the Hand.
For three full minutes, the three deformed acupuncture points were repaired. Zhang Yang endured the dizziness and pulled out three sewing needles. In an instant, the flood peak in his body seemed to have found a flood outlet. Once it was connected to the bottom, his whole body felt comfortable.
In other words, even if the distorted acupoints in other meridians have not been repaired, Zhang Yang's body can already withstand the direct infusion of a small amount of spiritual energy.
But he did not continue. The repair of the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian and Hand Taiyin Heart Meridian was enough for him to pass, and he also needed to conceal the secret of his soul's reverse travel.
Therefore, too much is never enough.