Forced to join Kongoji Temple at the beginning

Chapter 1 King Kong Temple

In the remote and desolate mountains.

An open coal yard is located here.

In the field, piles of black coal stones were excavated and piled up into hills one after another.

Looking around, there are probably hundreds of ragged, thin men with bamboo baskets on their backs and long-handled oil lamps in their mouths. They slowly walked out of the cave dwellings and dumped the coal and rocks behind them into the mine. .

Around the mine, there are monks wearing orange-yellow monk uniforms, shaved heads, and unusually wide palms.

But none of these monks showed compassion.

On the contrary, they all looked fierce, looking like tigers looking at eagles, with a hint of hostility between their brows.

Even everyone is equipped with steel knives, shining coldly.

This is not a group of normal monks!

It's a group of evil monks who have the appearance of monks but do evil things!

in the corner.

A young man who looked eighteen or nineteen years old sighed heavily exhausted, and poured the coal in the bamboo basket behind him heavily on the ground. He looked at the evil monks around him with a pair of smart eyes, and couldn't help being speechless again.

His grandma's!

Is this predecessor a fool?
What a waste of his status as a dignified cultivator!

Ning Chuan had just crossed half a day ago.

But this era that has traveled through is a bit weird.

This world was originally supposed to be an authentic cultivation world, where qualified people could practice Qi and Taoism, live a long life, and master all kinds of extraordinary supernatural powers.

But since the world changed drastically more than 200 years ago and entered the Dharma-Ending Age, the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth has disappeared without a trace, so that all cultivators can only hide in the mountains and dare not go down the mountains easily.

And as the cultivators lived in seclusion, the status of martial arts in the mortal world skyrocketed in just 200 years, and there were continuous martial arts who broke through the limits of mortals and gained unimaginable extraordinary power.

Even in recent decades, this group of warriors who have broken the limits of mortals have joined hands to form various alliances and began to kill all cultivators.

It was against this background that Ning Chuan, a disciple of the Feixia Sect, was quietly dispatched by the sect to be an undercover agent among martial arts.

On the one hand, he wants to understand the development process of Wufu's forces, and on the other hand, he is also looking for opportunities to wait for the next change.

But at the time of departure, the wish is always good.

But how could this former Ning Chuan think of the dangers of the rivers and lakes under the mountains?
On the first day down the mountain, the luggage was stolen.

The next day, due to inadvertent making of friends, he was introduced to someone in the name of doing business by a kind-hearted man whom he had known for less than half a day, and was taken to Qingzhou County [King Kong Temple] three hundred miles away to work.

It turned out that after arriving, it was discovered that this was not a job, it was clearly trafficked and sold to the King Kong Temple!

This King Kong Temple is not a real temple at all!
It's a gang of villains holding temple banners!
There are hundreds of laborers coaxed here, trapped in this coal mountain, mining day and night, anyone who dares to escape or resist will be killed directly.

If you ask why this predecessor Ning Chuan didn't resist?

In fact, before Ning Chuan went down the mountain, all the magic power on his body had already been consumed, and his physical body was so ordinary that he couldn't resist it at all.

When the aura between heaven and earth disappears, the cultivator's mana will be lost by a little bit, and it will never be replenished. Even if it is not used, the mana on the body will gradually dry up due to various reasons.

This predecessor, Ning Chuan, was sent undercover under the mountain because his mana disappeared. After all, he would not be noticed by Takeo Yamashita.

But who would have imagined that this predecessor, Ning Chuan, would not be able to suffer at all.

He was tricked into going to the black coal mine, and died suddenly after only five days of work, which made the current Ning Chuan pick up a loophole.

Looking back on the memory in his mind, Ning Chuan sighed for a while.

In the end, the experience of the world is still shallow!

A dignified cultivator died in a black coal mine, where can he go to reason?
Just as he poured the coal on his body, glanced at it, and was about to sneak into the mine to rest for a while, suddenly, bursts of ear-splitting gongs began to sound.

clang clang...

"Okay, don't do it anymore, gather, gather all!"

A ferocious monk suddenly yelled.

A group of hard workers in the mine, with strong anticipation in their eyes, seemed to predict something good, quickly put down their work and rushed forward in a hive.

A few people couldn't wait even more, as if they were afraid of running too slowly.

One of them bumped into Ning Chuan with a bang when he was passing by, knocking Ning Chuan to the ground on the spot, and fell heavily on the coal stone on one side.

Ning Chuan suddenly felt a pain in his butt, and couldn't help cursing secretly.

【Ding! 】

[Random paste power value * 1]

Suddenly, a clear metallic sound rang directly in Ning Chuan's mind.

Ning Chuan was startled.

What the fuck?

system?

He hastily pinched his thigh, and continued to listen carefully, only to find that the sound rang out for a while, but never again.

But at this moment, more people ran past him.

Ning Chuan hurriedly shouted for someone to pull him, but there was no one to pull him. Instead, because Ning Chuan fell to the ground, many people stepped on him directly.

"Fuck..."

【Ding! 】

[Random paste power value * 1]

[Random paste power value * 1]

[Random paste speed value*1]

...

A series of four voices rang directly in Ning Chuan's mind.

Ning Chuan finally got up from the ground, shocked.

Get stronger when you get hit?

"No, it's not being hit, it seems... it will be pasted when it touches it?"

Ning Chuan was incredible.

In order to verify his guess, Ning Chuan hurriedly ran towards the square, while looking at a panting old man beside him, subconsciously stretched out his palm, and directly touched the old man's shoulder.

【Ding! 】

[Random paste power value * 1]

Ning Chuan was overjoyed immediately.

Sure enough!

Whether someone touches him or he touches someone else!

You can paste it when you touch it!
"What are you doing?"

While running, the old man turned his head to look at Ning Chuan.

"Ah, it's okay, I've got the wrong person."

Ning Chuan laughed and continued to run forward.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly became hazy for a while, as if the light was distorted, a few lines of pale golden strange characters emerged.

Name: Ning Chuan

Cultivator's cultivation base: Late stage of Qi training (full mana value 1200)

Current Mana: 0
Cultivation Techniques: Zihua Secret Code (Level [-])
...

Warrior's cultivation base: not yet started

Current Strength: 15
Current speed: 11
Practice skills: none
...

"This is my current state? It is actually divided into two lines, one for cultivators, one for warriors, and so on. Doesn't this mean that I can paste not only the power of warriors, but also the mana of practitioners?"

Ning Chuan suddenly realized.

What the hell!

This is awesome!

Don't think it's the Dharma-ending era, but he knows that there are still many fierce people in the cultivation world on the mountain, and there are still a lot of mana left on them.

These people are not willing to use even a smidge of magic power, they are trying to delay it until the next day when the sky changes and the spiritual energy is revived.

Take his Feixia sect as an example, Li Changhe, the real head of the sect, is a veritable Nascent Soul old monster, and now he is shrinking on the mountain, unwilling to go down the mountain even one step.

According to his lifespan and magic power, if he consumes it slowly like this, he can spend at least a few hundred years without dying, and he might not be able to consume it until the day when his spiritual energy recovers.

(End of this chapter)