Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 72 The Last Wish of the Foundation-Building Monk

In the crevice of the stone in the corner, a corpse was half-lying, with a large hole in the navy blue robe on his body, and no aura at all.

 The bones in the chest of the corpse were all broken, so he must have been fatally injured and fled to hide in the cave.

 In the end, he died in this deserted place because of his serious injuries.

 Looking at the condition of the corpse, this monk has been inactive for more than a hundred years.

Bai Zichen was not in a hurry to get closer and stared at Lu Song.

 “Senior Brother Bai, what’s wrong?”

"nothing."

 Bai Zichen suddenly felt that Lu Song had some good fortune in him.

 When I was playing in the antique market when I was young, I could pick up the key to the secret realm.

 After embarking on the journey to immortality, I also encountered a five-hundred-year-old Huang Jing.

 Polygonatum odoratum from this year is enough to be used as the main material for the second-level elixir, and it is also one of the important auxiliary materials for refining the foundation-building elixir.

It's a pity that he is not strong enough and can't do anything to the monsters guarding Huang Jing's side. When he went to find helpers, someone had already taken advantage of him and picked Huang Jing away.

 Now, the remains of a monk have been discovered for the first time.

Bai Zichen didn't get close. He opened the corpse with his black bamboo sword and rolled up a storage bag around his waist.

This storage bag has large clouds painted on it, and it feels different from the one on my body, more delicate and elastic.

Bai Zichen injected his magic power and washed the storage bag twice. The weak mark on the storage bag that had been ownerless for hundreds of years was immediately erased, and the sacrifice was successful.

 The space inside is one foot high and ten times larger than the space of the two storage bags in his hands.

“This is a mid-grade storage bag, right? Even if there is nothing inside, this storage bag alone is worth four hundred spiritual stones!”

 Storage bags involve the superficial use of space avenues. The refining cost doubles every time it is upgraded.

Especially when it comes to high-grade storage bags, they can be considered strategic items for the sect.

Shangpin storage bags have nearly a thousand square meters of storage space, which is similar to a small warehouse.

 He glanced at the items in the storage bag, picked out a jade slip, and quickly read the contents inside.

 “Dig a grave and bury this senior.”

Bai Zichen thoughtfully put down the jade slips and dug a large square hole in the ground with his black bamboo sword.

Cai Heng and Lu Song carefully dragged the remains of the monk into the pit and covered it with two layers of gravel and soil.

Other passages in the cave were all normal. With Luo Qi, who was still awake, the group of people returned to the ground smoothly.

 When the sun shone on them again, Cai Heng and others felt like they were in another world.

 Spent several hours in an abandoned cave, wandering around on the edge of life and death.

Luo Qi was seriously injured and fell into a coma. Cai Heng lost a defensive magic weapon and suffered flesh wounds all over his body. Xun Shuang overdrawn his magic power to activate the family magic weapon, which damaged the source. Even with the help of medicine and stone, it would take a year and a half to recover. .

Lu Song, on the other hand, can be said to have escaped unscathed.

  But the harvest is equally rich.

 Sixteen spider legs, at least 320 points of sect contribution.

Each point of sect contribution is worth at least one spiritual stone, and can be exchanged for many resources that are not available in the outside world.

 For the four handyman disciples, such an income is an astronomical figure.

“I have other plans, so I won’t go back to the clan with you.”

 Bai Zichen is quite satisfied with Cai Heng and others. Their cultivation level is not high, but they have some cultivation value.

They have already helped, and they also gave extra spider legs, so they simply sent Buddha to the west.

“When submitting tasks at the General Affairs Hall, you can state my name and the deacon will not embarrass you.”

 A few handyman disciples have completed a much-sought-after sect mission and brought back the limbs of a peak-level first-order mutated jade spider with a grimace. They will definitely be jealous of others.

Even among the disciples of the General Affairs Hall, there will be people who find fault with them, lower prices or doubt whether their tasks are completed through normal channels.

According to what Su Lie said, news has spread in the door recently that Bai Zichen has advanced to the late stage of Qi Refining. I don’t know where the news came from.

 But anyway, it was much easier for Su Lie and Peng Jinhu to find people to do things, and they clearly felt the closeness of all parties.

For example, Peng Jinhu went to the General Affairs Hall last month to collect daily necessities, and the deacon sitting in the hall had a few words of conversation with him personally.

 Be kind and tell him that if you have any trouble, you can come to him.

 So Bai Zichen believed that with his face, the General Affairs Office would definitely give the green light.

“Thank you for your care, Senior Brother Bai. Although our cultivation is low, we are willing to contribute our efforts to Senior Brother.”

Cai Heng and Xun Shuang looked at each other and bowed to express their thanks.

Such a powerful, promising, moral and generous inner disciple, if they had not surrendered earlier, there would be no place for them after two years when they became true disciples.

Bai Zichen waved his hand, and his body turned into sword light. In an instant, it became a small dot and disappeared from sight.

“Junior brother Lu, from now on we must stay close to each other.”

 Cai Heng took Lu Song’s arm and said enthusiastically.

 …

"Dali Kingdom, Tianli Sect... seems to be separated from Liang Kingdom by several countries, thousands of miles apart, and Tianli Sect has never been heard of."

 Bai Zichen was flying with his sword while thinking about the contents of the jade slip obtained from the monk's remains.

The owner of the corpse, Meng Zhaode, is a monk in the middle stage of foundation building. He was born in the Tianli Sect of the Great Li Kingdom. He traveled thousands of miles to come to Black Mountain, and he was burdened with a secret mission of the sect.

 I didn’t mention much about the specifics. I mainly talked about his life and why he ended up here.

According to what Meng Zhaode said, Tianli Sect is a major Yuanying sect, and the True Lord Yuanying has been in charge of it for generations.

 He himself was fifty years old in foundation building, and it took him another Jiazi to reach the middle stage of foundation building. The road was difficult.

In order to seek a chance to take on the secret mission of the sect with rich rewards, it took several years to reach the Black Mountain Mountains.

Unexpectedly, only a few months after entering the mountain, he bumped into a Kui Niu demon king and broke off two spiritual weapons before escaping with his body seriously injured.

He reluctantly hid in this abandoned cave, but found that the medicine for his injuries was ineffective, and the blow from Kui Niu Demon King directly broke Meng Zhaode's heart.

 Before you die, hold on to your last breath to enter this information into the jade slips.

“I will give some of my personal belongings to my fellow Taoists in the future. I only ask my fellow Taoists to kill the demon king for me in order to avenge this!”

 “I hate that the world is stingy and I hate that the road is hard to find!”

“I really want to step over and see what happens after the pill is formed!”

Hundred years later, Bai Zichen can still clearly feel the senior Meng Zhaode’s deep unwillingness and strong desire to follow the Tao at the end of the jade slip.

At the last moment of his life, Meng Zhaode did not regret coming to Montenegro to suffer this disaster.

“Kui Niu Demon King of Qingniu Valley...if I have the day to form a pill, I will fulfill your wish and kill this beast!”

Bai Zichen sighed deeply. Even the foundation-building monks of Yuanying Sect would risk their lives for that little chance.

 Building the foundation is the beginning of true practice. This sentence is not wrong.

Of course, Bai Zichen knew about the group of one-horned Kui cattle in Qingniu Valley, one of the potential targets of Qingfengmen's land reclamation war.

If the sect sets the goal of land reclamation there, Meng Zhaode's hatred will be easy.

If not, it would be too late to wait another hundred years.

The life of a monster is longer than that of a human being. The third-level demon king is said to have a lifespan of at least a thousand years. According to the records in the Qingfeng Sect, the Kui Niu demon king is only about 500 years old and is in his prime.

 (End of this chapter)