The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

Chapter 587: Tribute Master, 5 Evil!

Hearing the other party's nonsensical and inexplicable words, Zhong Ling didn't even think about it. She shook her head like a rattle and directly refused.

"Not interested in!"

She uttered these three words crisply.

But Zhong Xiu, who was standing by, felt a sudden tightening of his chest.

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on my back.

He knew very well that Lin Mo had passed on the method of cultivation to his sister.

Under Lin Mo's influence, he also knew a thing or two about cultivation, and he knew that his sister had an excellent aptitude for cultivation.

And this strange man in front of me can see my sister's talent at a glance. He must be a cultivator, and his strength must be strong!

If the other party wants to harm the two of them, the situation will become dangerous.

Thinking of this, Zhong Xiu subconsciously pulled his sister behind him.

He leaned forward slightly, and his whole body was like a beast protecting its cub, and he adopted a defensive posture ready for battle.

His eyes were fixed on the other person, full of vigilance.

"Don't be nervous."

Jiuyi Lama sensed Zhong Xiu's hostility, but he still had a smile on his face and said slowly, "I don't mean any harm."

As he spoke, his gaze fell back on Zhong Ling, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"I see signs of spiritual practice on you, do you have a master?"

"No, this is all..."

Zhong Ling didn't think much about it and was about to answer.

"Xiao Ling! Don't waste your time talking to this kind of person!"

Zhong Xiu shouted, interrupting his sister's words.

He knew in his heart that this strange man had bad intentions, and he couldn't let his sister get into trouble.

Hearing this, the smile on Jiuyi Lama's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a sinister coldness.

Before Zhong Xiu could react, Jiuyi Lama's right hand suddenly rose up and tightly grasped his neck.

"What are you doing? Let my brother go!"

Zhong Ling was stunned by this sudden change.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice filled with fear and anxiety.

Zhong Xiu felt as if his throat was blocked by a huge rock, and breathing suddenly became difficult.

He struggled desperately, waving his hands wildly and kicking his feet on the ground.

But he couldn't break free from Jiuyi Lama's iron-like grip.

"He's in the way. Let's get some sleep first."

Jiuyi Lama said this lightly and exerted a little force on his hands.

Zhong Xiu felt a black screen before his eyes, and then he fainted and fell to the ground with a thump.

"elder brother!"

Zhong Ling was so frightened that tears were about to come out, and her voice was filled with sobs.

She quickly reached out to help her brother and tried to pull him up from the ground.

"What did you do to my brother?"

Zhong Ling questioned Jiuyi Lama with red eyes.

"Don't worry, I don't have to kill him, but having him around is a bit of a hindrance. As long as you answer my questions honestly, I won't do anything to you."

Jiuyi Lama twisted the black hair on the mole and spoke slowly.

Zhong Ling reached out her hand doubtfully and tremblingly tried to feel Zhong Xiu's breath.

After feeling that faint breath, her heart, which had been in her throat, finally relaxed a little, but she was still very nervous.

"What do you want to ask?"

Restraining the fear in his heart, Zhong Ling raised his head and looked at Jiuyi Lama and asked.

Jiuyi Lama grinned and said to Zhong Ling in a low voice: "You still have a guide on the road of cultivation, right? If that person is gone, are you willing to be my disciple?"

"What do you mean?"

Zhong Ling's brows suddenly furrowed, her face full of confusion.

"Nothing else."

Jiuyi Lama said slowly, "Now my Gongshi lineage is running out of talent. I finally found a satisfactory apprentice in Nanyang, but he was killed...

However, it is precisely because of this that I was able to meet a rough diamond like you, which can be considered a blessing in disguise.

If you can become my disciple, I will definitely pass on to you everything I have learned throughout my life without reservation, so that you can become a top figure in the Central Plains Taoism in the future..."

"Me? Why do you have to choose me? Can't you choose someone else?"

Zhong Ling shook her head vigorously, and said firmly, "I don't want to be your apprentice."

"I don't want Gong Shu to be left without a successor! There are only a few people in the sect now, and they are all useless.

I don't want to pass on the art to those who have bad intentions and poor talents. It would be a waste to pass on such a good art to them!"

Jiuyi Lama became a little excited and his voice became a little louder.

"As for you, I can tell right away that you are a good candidate for learning Gongshu..."

"Gongshu?" Zhong Ling was slightly stunned, with a lot of questions in her head, "What is Gongshu?"

When Jiuyi Lama heard this, he immediately became energetic, and the pride on his face was beyond words.

He cleared his throat and explained, "There are five evil spirits in the world: atmosphere judge, tribute, insect, corpse, and livestock. My Gongshi sect ranks second, and is still ahead of the Xiangxi Zhuyou corpse-driving sect.

Apart from the judges, our tribute masters are the most powerful in the world.

Just over ten years ago, in order to avoid the greatest disaster in my life, I had to travel across the ocean.

In a blink of an eye, almost twenty years have passed. Maybe the Zhongyuan Dao Sect has already forgotten the existence of our tribute master..."

At this point, he couldn't help but sigh, his eyes full of memories and emotion, as if he was recalling his past glory.

Although Zhong Ling was confused, she still tilted her head and listened attentively.

"I have heard of corpse-driving in Xiangxi. It is said that it can make the dead stand up and walk. So what skills do you Gongshi have? Is it more powerful than this?"

She couldn't help but ask because of her curiosity.

When the Jiuyi Lama heard this, he said with disdain, "The Corpse Sect Zhuyou lineage can only make corpses walk thousands of miles away. Our tribute master is much more powerful. It is no problem for him to take people's heads from thousands of miles away! Tell me, who is more powerful?"

As he spoke, he took out a coffin-shaped necklace from his arms and handed it to Zhong Ling.

“If you really want to join my sect, wear this thing around your neck and follow me to learn Taoism.

In ten years, you will definitely become a well-known figure in Taoism!

This opportunity only comes once, you must seize it. If you miss it, it will be too late to regret it later!"

As Jiuyi Lama spoke, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Zhong Ling didn't realize at all that her expression suddenly became vague.

Her eyes were fixed on the necklace in front of her, and her fingers were unconsciously twisting the corners of her clothes.

My throat seemed to be choked by something and I finally managed to squeeze out the words.

"Can I...can I...really become super powerful? Can I be as powerful as Brother Xiaomo?"

There were little flames flickering in her eyes, which were a desire for power and a longing for the future.

After a pause, she added timidly, "If I succeed in my cultivation, can I go anywhere I want with my brother?"