longevity road trip

Hearing this, Xu Su looked at Lu Huaichang with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't say much after all. He drank the tea in his cup and stood up immediately.

Seeing this, Lu Huaichang also got up.

The two of them cupped their hands and said to Fan Xin, "Fan Daoyou, let's go back to the sect first."

"Thank you two friends."

Seeing that the two agreed, Fan Xin couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. She got up and saw them off for a few miles, riding the wind in mid-air, watching them leave until they disappeared into the distance.

After about a stick of incense, the two traveled more than a hundred miles away.

At this moment, Xu Su asked, "Fellow Daoist Lu, do you know Fan Xin?"

"The old man and his father Fan Kun met because of alchemy. He was also a teacher and a friend. Before he died, he asked me to take care of him. Brother Xu has also seen the four short blades. He should understand that no matter how hard the spirit pot door is, he dare not do it. This daring thing, Fan Xin is just getting hurt by Chi Yu." Lu Huaichang cupped his hands and said.

"Of course I also understand this point, but right now my ancestor is far away in the ancient city on the border of the Barbarian Territory. How to deal with this matter depends on senior Jiang asking for instructions. Fellow Daoist Lu, more than three hundred years ago, the sect and the four sects of Bixiao Palace" The three corpse-refining secret codes of Tiandu Puppetry, Silver Winged Yaksha and Golden Moon Corpse are listed as forbidden methods, and monks from Nanzhou are not allowed to practice. Do you think the person behind this time has practiced this method in private? "Xu Su said slowly.

"It's somewhat possible. At that time, all the demons joined forces to attack the city of Yuanxiao, and there was a demon master in the world. In this battle, our sect lost the two ancestors of Yulou and Xuanbai. It can be said to be a heavy loss. It is rumored that Lian Shiheng The real king almost fell on the spot, and from then on, the three secret codes of corpse refining have been listed as forbidden methods. According to what Chu Bingwen said, there are still four short blades, the two The black-robed man is somewhat similar to those described in the three secret books, but also somewhat different. It can only be said that the monk hiding behind is very proficient in the method of refining corpses, or the method is incomplete. However Being able to refine two corpses that are comparable to foundation-building cultivators, and their cultivation level is at least a golden elixir, but it is also a possibility of Nascent Soul monster." Lu Huaichang nodded and said.

The ban issued jointly by the five sects, but there are always some daring Jindan monks who are lucky.

As for those Nascent Soul monsters, these rules and regulations no longer restrict them too much. As long as they don't do too much, Wu Zong will turn a blind eye.

It's just that the people behind this now dare to make troubles in the secular dynasty controlled by Xuanyuanzong. They must be ignorant and arrogant, or some people with ulterior motives.

Speaking of this, he sighed: "Brother Fan Kun left behind Fan Xin and his daughter. As an elder, how can I not take care of you more? I hope Brother Xu understands."

"Let's talk about this matter when Senior Jiang comes back. However, right now the secular countries are full of soldiers and turmoil everywhere. Since Fellow Daoist Lu is in charge of this matter, it's better to deal with it as soon as possible. Otherwise, if the situation is out of control, the ancestors will definitely ask You are responsible." Xu Su didn't rush to agree, but he kindly reminded him.

"Thank you. This incident happened suddenly. After returning home, the old man will report this matter to Wen Jiu immediately, so as to discuss a proper countermeasure and capture those culprits earlier." Lu Huaichang cupped his hands and said.

After exchanging a few words, the two stopped being distracted and galloped towards Yuanxiao City.

But in five or six hours, they had already traveled five or six thousand miles, and rushed back to Yuanxiao City from Shuiyunling, Linghu Gate.

Lu Huaichang bid farewell, and then left to find real Wen Jiu.

Xu Su originally wanted to go to Bihu Island, but before he left, he received a call from Jiang Si, and he immediately turned and headed towards the White Ape Palace.

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Fan Guo, inside the palace.

Huang Yu walked in front, followed by four men in black robes, lined up on the left and right.

He walked quickly, looking a little hasty.

But after a while, a group of people came to the gate of the cold palace. The red paint on the door was light, the paint film was peeling off, the copper buttons were green, and the weeds on both sides were scattered, making it extremely mottled.

He knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and said: "Greetings to the ancestor."

"I'm back, how is the collection of vampires going?" A hoarse voice came from inside the door.

Hearing this, Huang Yu immediately took out a jade bottle made of blood, presented it with both hands, and held it high above his head.

The body of the bottle was engraved with numerous golden and silver runes, and the mouth of the bottle was blocked with a dark green cork.

A black-robed monk walked out behind him, took the blood jade bottle, and then went directly through the gate of the cold palace, and went inside.

As time passed, Huang Yu couldn't help but a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Until, the person inside spoke again, and said unhurriedly: "This time there are only 12 living souls, much less than before."

"Forgive me, my ancestor. There is a reason for this incident. The Spirit Pot Gate suddenly sent more than a dozen foundation-building monks here. This junior is really unable to refine the hundreds of thousands of living souls in the White Ape City into vampires." Huang Yu put his head on the ground, Said anxiously.

But all of a sudden, the man in black robe who was the closest behind him made a move suddenly, and stepped on it with a sudden kick, which would directly crush Huang Yu's head, causing red and white things to splash everywhere.

"Since it can't be done, it's useless." I only heard the person inside say in a flat tone.

Chapter 1006

A black-robed man behind him took off his hood, revealing an ugly face full of flesh and blood, green eyes, and two inch-long fangs exposed outside his lips. It was obviously a corpse.

I saw it opened its mouth, a pale corpse gas spewed out, and the corpse that fell on the ground, the flesh and blood of this person festered in an instant, turning into wisps of blood gas that floated in from the crack of the palace gate.

Soon, the corpses on the ground disappeared without a trace, not even a trace of blood left.

Then the remaining three black-robed refined corpses jumped over the palace wall.

On the other side of the wall, in mid-air, there were eighteen blood jade bottles of the same style, which were pouring, and streams of extremely thick scarlet liquid flowed out from the mouth of the bottle.

Among them, the resentment and evil spirit diffused and merged, forming a semicircular blood mask, which was buckled upside down on the ground.

There seemed to be groups of leech-like things wriggling on the wall, clinging to the wall densely, with no gaps visible.

The three refined corpses jumped towards the blood mask, and when they touched it, they turned into a pool of blood and melted into it.

Inside the blood mask, an old man in sackcloth collapsed on the ground in a daze. This man was haggard, with sunken eye sockets. Apart from the bones, there was only a piece of skin left on his body. He looked no different from the mummy. .

The blood soul inside the hood seemed to be extremely afraid of the old man, not daring to approach him at all.

"Forget it, since the so-called five sects in Nanzhou have already reacted, the blood souls can only be collected here now, and we will make plans later. But these people are also useless people who slaughtered 700 million mortals. Unexpectedly, less than [-] blood souls have been refined." The old man said calmly.

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and concentrated on it, and stopped talking.

After a long time, his right index finger moved slightly, as if something had been moved, and an invisible ripple spread between the heaven and the earth.

The next moment, the hundreds of thousands of blood souls in the mask suddenly started crying and howling, and instantly turned gray and white, condensing into gray beads the size of longan cores, and at the same time erupted a gloomy coldness.

The old man opened his mouth and took a breath, swallowing it into his stomach.

Soon, the man's skin, which was as dry as tree bark, became extremely crystal clear, as if finely carved from white jade.

After the blood soul was turned into ashes and consumed, the old man also turned into a childish-faced and white-haired man.

He moved his body, sat up with difficulty, and twisted his neck.

Suddenly the man's face changed, and he saw a magic subduing pestle with shining silver flames inserted straight from his chest and pierced out from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a palm appeared out of nowhere and rested on his shoulder.

"Fellow Daoist has done too much." An old voice sounded behind him.

Before the sound fell, petaled golden lotuses manifested all around, and golden light gushed out from the ground, shining in all directions.

Then with the sound of a bell, a phantom of a Buddhist bell more than ten feet high was seen covering the two of them.

"The fate of this seat is really hard to describe. First, I finally came across the Negative Spiritual Channel, but was plotted by Yinyue, a lowly maid, and was backlashed by the power of space. Instead of being able to ascend to the spirit world, I fell here, suffered heavy injuries, and exhausted all my magic power Lost, so that he could not move for more than ten years, and almost fell. Now he has managed to slow down a little, but he has attracted fellow Taoists." The old man said with a sigh.

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In a mortal city medical center more than ten thousand miles away.

A white-haired old man in common clothes was feeling the pulse of a middle-aged scholar with a haggard face. Judging from his appearance, he was clearly aware of this person.

Jueming, who had worked for seven or eight years in a small tribe in the desert of the vast sea, has now become a doctor in the secular world and has been practicing medicine for more than ten years.

Nanzhou didn't like Buddhist monks at all, so he went to do as the Romans did, and his hair grew.

And when the sackclothed old man displayed his supernatural powers, he suddenly felt a wave of fluctuation between the heaven and the earth, and couldn't help frowning.

"Old Ming, can I still be cured of my illness?" The middle-aged scholar asked anxiously when he saw that he was silent.

"Your illness is caused by exhaustion from studying and exhaustion of mind. After returning home, rest for a few days to rest your mind and work in the field for a period of time to strengthen your body." Jueming said slowly.

This middle-aged scholar has studied books all his life, but he is still unwilling to give up the imperial examination. The old wife at home is weaving and working in the fields, and she works hard to support him.

A doctor is not only about curing diseases, but also about saving people. Jue Ming hopes that this person can see this and no longer cling to the so-called Four Books and Five Classics and the words of sages.

Hearing this, the scholar breathed a sigh of relief, and then thanked him repeatedly. As for what will happen after returning, it is unknown.

"The old man still has some things to do, so I won't keep you here. Yu Wen, come here for a consultation." Jueming called out.

"Wait a minute, master, I'll come right away."

In front of the medicine shelf, a middle-aged man who was grabbing the medicine answered loudly, and continued to prepare several medicines, packed them and handed them over to an old man whose clothes were patched, and then Yin Sheng instructed a few words .

After finishing all this, he walked quickly, changed places with Jueming, and received the patients behind him.

This middle-aged man is the young man that Jueming met from the vast sea and desert, but he has no spiritual roots.

Before Jueming left, he took this person away, taught him how to read and write along the way, and gave him Huang Qi's skills.

Now more than 40 years have passed, this person is also nearly [-] years old, and he is quite accomplished in medicine.Of course, he also knows that Jueming is a monk, and he also knows that he has no spiritual roots and cannot practice.

However, as a slave, he is already extremely satisfied with the good life of having a wife and daughter, and he dare not ask for too much.

After Jueming got up, he walked towards the backyard.

Then, he stepped into the space crack and disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared in Fan Guo's Lenggong. When he noticed that there was a lot of resentment here, he couldn't help frowning, and then restrained the old man in sackcloth without saying a word.

"When Taoist friends stirred up the rules between heaven and earth, it happened that the poor monk was not far away, so it can be considered that you and I are destined for each other." Jue Ming said slowly.

"The deity would rather not have this kind of fate. However, it is really unexpected that there can be such a person as a fellow daoist in such a barren land." The old man in sackcloth gave a wry smile.

"A barren land? Nanzhou is also considered a barren land in the eyes of fellow daoists. Dare I ask you where did you come from? Which fellow daoist is the Yinyue you mentioned just now?" Hearing this, Jueming was a little surprised.

"Old man Luo Qi belongs to the imperial family of the Great Jin Dynasty. As for Yinyue's lowly maidservant, she is the Supreme Elder of the Six Paths Demon Sect. Sure enough, those juniors who refine Qi and build foundations cannot know the details of the world of cultivating immortals here. Dare to ask for your friend's name. ?” Luo Qi asked.

"The poor monk presides over Jue Ming for the White Horse Temple in the West Desert. Fellow Taoists have sinned too deeply. You should follow the poor monk back to the temple so as not to cause disaster to the world." Jue Ming said.

Chapter 1007

"With Daoist friends who have cultivated to transform into gods, but failed to spread the scriptures in Nanzhou, is it possible that they don't know that there are also monks who transform into gods among them?" Luo Qi asked.

"According to what the poor monk knows, there should be none?" Jueming didn't hide this.

"Then why?" Luo Qi was a little puzzled.

He didn't understand that since there was no cultivator in Nanzhou who could compete with Jueming, he didn't spread the scriptures here.

This is particularly different from those Buddhist temples in the Jin Dynasty.

It has been more than [-] years since the founding of the Great Jin Dynasty. As long as the royal family is weak, other forces are ready to move, especially those Buddhist temples.

During this period, there were three turbulences against Buddha and two battles with righteous demons.

"What else could it be?" Jue Ming laughed.

"It seems that the five sects are also extraordinary, and they can make fellow Taoists so afraid! When I first came here, I have many puzzles in my heart. I wonder if you can solve them?" Luo Qi sighed.

"Fellow Taoist, let's go back with the poor monk, and I'll talk about it on the way." Jueming said with his hands clasped together.

"Now that this old man is like this, naturally I will let my fellow Taoist deal with me." Luo Qi said very simply.

His injuries are not healed at the moment, he would not be afraid if he was a Nascent Soul cultivator, but in front of fellow cultivators, he would not make those useless struggles, so as not to offend the other party, it would be unwise to do so.

As soon as these words fell, golden lotuses floated up from the ground, forming a lotus seat, holding the two of them up, and flying towards the distance.

On the way, when Jueming passed by the secular town where he had been staying for more than ten years, he separated a mana incarnation and separated from the middle-aged human named Xian Yuwen, and gave the medical center as a gift. The fate of more than twenty years.

"Fellow Daoist came here on purpose just to say goodbye to a mere mortal?" Luo Qi said a little puzzled.

"Everything is fate, let nature take its course, and has nothing to do with the difference between monks and ordinary people. Would you like to talk to the poor monk about the great Jin you are talking about?" Jue Ming asked calmly while sitting cross-legged on the lotus seat.

Hearing this, Luo Qi said calmly:

"Why not? In fact, for more than ten years, although I have been unable to move, I have learned from those mortals and the juniors who built the foundation and refined Qi that the situation in Nanzhou is completely different from my Dajin. This Nanzhou The land of the state is respected by the five sects, and there are thousands of secular dynasties in such a huge territory, but there is no unified one. This is really an eye-opener for the old man, and I am a little puzzled!"

"Then it seems that Dajin is about the same as our temple." Jue Ming said.

"Exactly, 8 years ago, our Great Jin Dynasty ruled all over the world, intimidating Buddhas and demons at home, shocking monsters and barbarians outside, and the territory is more than millions of miles wide." Luo Qi said here, the words flowed Show complacency.

But Jueming is extremely indifferent about this, as if the so-called Xian Dynasty is not worth mentioning in his eyes.

If what this person said is true, then the Great Jin Dynasty should be a dynasty that was established after the Middle Ages, not inherited from the ancient times. Its background may not be as good as their White Horse Temple, or any of the five sects.

"Besides the fellow Taoist Yinyue mentioned earlier, do you know if there are other cultivators who transform spirits in the Great Jin?" Jue Ming asked again.

"In addition to the old man, there are Yinyue of the Six Paths Demon Sect and Xuannan of the Kutuo Temple in the land of the Great Jin. As for the four seas, there is a cultivator of the four non-phase transformation gods and demons. Can fellow Taoists tell the old man, here How many transformation gods are there?" Luo Qi asked rhetorically.

"Since hundreds of years ago, the four uncles of the "bitter" generation in our temple, Nanzhou Hongyue, Xuanshan, Xifeng, Xiao Chengwu, Cao Zitong, Qinghe, Yu Dan, Beijiang Beimingxuandian Kunzhang, Qingjiao Aoyu, Heijiao Aoji, Xuangui Yeyuan from the Canggu Yanghai Clan, Suanniu Suomiao from the Monster Clan, Qianmu Qianmu Toad, and Qiu Snake from the Longbo Clan in the Barbarian Region, totaling 22 fellow Taoist. "Jueming said without thinking.

Although there are as many as 22 cultivators who transform spirits, this is also the accumulation of five thousand in the three realms.

As for the two clan deities killed by Venerable Red Moon more than [-] years ago, and the black flood dragon Ao Lun who was lured away with the mastery of rebellious spirits as bait, these three are not counted.

Jueming paused for a moment, then continued: