I'm looking for longevity in Liaozhai

Chapter 91 The number of days is irreversible

A few days later, in Songyun Temple hundreds of miles away,

Wang Zhe looked down at his palm, a blue-purple flame was beating in his palm.

Real fire, Taoism is really hot.

When the wind entered his body, the pain was unbearable, which almost made him lose his mind, but it was also a blessing in disguise, allowing him to practice the real fire that countless people dream of.

It flew out lightly and landed on a nearby stone pier. The stone pier quickly burned, but it turned into black ashes in an instant.

With a wave of Wang Zhe's hand, the real fire dissipated.

"This can be regarded as an unexpected surprise, but this process is really thrilling!"

Wang Zhe still has lingering fears when he thinks about introducing spiritual fire into his body, driving away wind, and refining viscera.

This can be regarded as the most dangerous catastrophe he has encountered since he embarked on the road of cultivation.

In addition, whether it is the wind or the real fire, it consumes a lot of real energy.
After going through this ordeal, his body is incomparably majestic, and more than half of his zhenqi that has lasted for more than a hundred years has been consumed.But the remaining ones are indeed becoming more and more pure.

"How did the ape resist such a terrifying thing? Could it be that there is a special magic weapon, or that he has also practiced real fire?"

Wang Zhe had experienced the horror of the wind, and it also made him a little more afraid of the arm-armed ape.

In such a dangerous environment, to be able to produce flesh and blood from the bones, this ability, this forbearance is indeed remarkable.

I don't know what kind of disaster this big monster will cause in the future!
He breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up and shook, and some blood scab-like dirt on his body was shaken off and fell off.

I went to the Taoist temple to find a Taoist robe and put it on.

After leaving the Taoist temple, he stopped and turned to look at the Taoist temple behind him.

Previously in this Taoist temple, Sun Ning'an's use of human blood to refine alchemy caused a series of subsequent events. He went to Kuaiji Mansion, beheaded Liu Yufeng, beheaded the prefect, beheaded the county magistrate,

Later, Baiqisi, Dali Temple, Qin Tianjian, and later monks from "Tianfeng Pavilion" were recruited.

Got some skills, a great magic weapon,
Now, thanks to the spiritual fire in this Taoist temple, he saved his life, practiced real fire, and obtained a supernatural power.

It can be said that the big turmoil was all caused by the Taoist temple.

"So it seems that I have a predestined relationship with this Taoist temple."

He stood at the entrance of the Taoist temple and looked around. In fact, the place where the Taoist temple is located is quite good, with beautiful mountains and rivers.

"It's a pity to see it closed and abolished. I don't know where those Taoist priests are now. Have they been beheaded in Kuaiji Mansion?"

Those Taoist priests can't be counted, damn it, but there is such a master.

It's a pity to destroy a school because of one person's fault!

After descending the mountain, his body was still aching, and he was still a little worried about Guo Beixian, so he got up and left in the air with one step.

That night, he was anxious in his heart, but he realized the wonderful meaning of "Shenzutong" unintentionally, and his body skills improved a lot.

It didn't take long to arrive at Guobei County,
After entering the city, he found that the complexions of the people in the city were much better than when he left last time, rosy and smiling.Everything seems to be back to normal.

In the city, Wang Zhe saw a monk, Zen Master Guangyun of Lanruo Temple.

Zen Master Guangyun was also very happy after seeing Wang Zhe.

"Amitabha, it is really a blessing that the donor is not hindered. He really is a person with deep blessings."

"Let the master worry"

"There is also an eminent monk over there, who is from the Yunlin Temple in Lin'an Prefecture, whose Dharma name is Guangkong, who was invited by Zen Master Guangji to come to cast down the demons.

There is a huge distance between Lanruo Temple and Yunlin Temple, and they can be regarded as the same clan.

In the past few days, Zen Master Guangkong has been in Guobei County, using Buddhism to resolve the aftermath left by the arm-armed ape.The poor monk recommends it for you. "

"No need, Master, how is Master Guangji?"

"It's okay."

"That's fine."

After bidding farewell to Zen Master Guangyun, Wang Zhe walked around Guobei City and saw some people's funerals.

That night, the monster borrowed the city god to absorb the vitality of the people, some strong people could resist it, but some old and weak people couldn't survive it.

The Town God's Temple was destroyed, but there are still a few who are trying to rebuild it to reshape the Dharma Body for the City God.

They didn't even know that it was the City God who almost killed them.

After leaving Guobei County, Wang Zhe went to Lanruo Temple.

When I saw Zen Master Guangji again, his complexion was indeed much better than last time, and there was some light in his eyes.

But for some reason, Wang Zhe had an ominous premonition. He looked at it with the method of looking at the qi, and saw that the qi above Zen Master Guangji's head was very thin and might dissipate at any time.

"Master, you." He didn't know how to say those words.

"The days of the poor monk are numbered." Zen Master Guangji said bluntly with a smile, with the calmness of life and death in his eyes.

Fighting with the arm-armed ape that night, and finally using the relic to transform into a Buddha, he not only consumed decades of cultivation, but also lost his own lifespan.

Although he practiced Buddhism and realized the supernatural powers of Buddhism, he was not like Wang Zhe, who practiced body training again and again.

After all, Zen Master Guangji is an old man.After all this tossing, life was exhausted.

"If it wasn't for going down the mountain this time, the master wouldn't be like this." After hearing this, Wang Zhe's expression darkened, and he blamed himself very much.

"Donors don't have to blame themselves, it is the duty of Buddhist disciples to save the common people, and this is also the karma of poor monks.

Just let him run away, after all, there will be future troubles. "

"Master, there are so many miraculous medicines and rare herbs in this world, there are always some that can prolong your life. Master, please wait a few days and let me find them for you."

"No, this is the number of days and cannot be violated." Zen Master Guangji said with a smile, as if he was not talking about life and death, but a trivial matter of insignificance.

"Junior Brother Guangkong will find a way to inform Lin'an Mansion of what happened here after meeting Yunlin Temple.

Don't need to worry too much, he doesn't know about the fact that the benefactor has a high level of cultivation. "

Wang Zhe felt warm when he heard the words, and he also knew that the Zen master Guangji in front of him might have guessed his other identity a long time ago.

"Thank you, Master."

"I don't know what plans the benefactor has in the future?"

"Find a place to practice, and find out the monkey's whereabouts, lest he make a comeback."

"If the poor monk's guess is correct, he must have gone to find the descendant who murdered him more than a hundred years ago. That grievance will eventually be settled." Zen Master Guangji sighed.

Wang Zhe nodded lightly, chatted with Zen Master Guangji for a while, and then left.

When going down the mountain, I met Zen Master Guangyun who had returned.

"Why didn't Master Guangji tell me that Zen Master Guangji's lifespan is coming to an end?"

"Brother has seen through life and death, he specifically told me not to tell the benefactor."

"Master, take good care of Zen Master Guangji. I will find a panacea for him that can prolong his life. Don't tell Zen Master Guangji at this time."

"Okay!" Zen Master Guangyun nodded after thinking deeply.

After descending the mountain, Wang Zhe flew away.

He is going to find a panacea to prolong the life of Zen Master Guangji.

Those who hold salaries for everyone must not let them die in the snow in winter.

Some people deserve to be killed, while others should be saved.

"Where should I find this panacea?"

Wang Zhe thought about it carefully.

That day, most of the treasures of heaven and earth were in the deep mountains and old forests, and they could not be found for a while; the panacea were all in some schools of practice.

Last year when Zhuo Siwei was discussing with him about cultivation, he mentioned that there were not many sects practicing cultivation in Yangzhou, among which the Liuyun Sect on Fuyu Mountain was quite famous.

"Go there and have a look first."

Then Wang Zhe soared into the sky, flying in the air.

In the northwest of Lin'an Prefecture, there is a mountain more than a hundred miles away. The mountain is green and surrounded by clouds and mist, beautiful and majestic.

There is a building on one of the peaks, which is built close to the mountain, blending with the forest and the mountain, surrounded by fog in the mountains, like clouds in the sky.

This is the famous practice place in Yangzhou, Liuyunzong.

The place where the head lived and practiced was not at the highest and most conspicuous place, but at the bottom of a rocky cliff, an inconspicuous wooden building.

There is a waterfall falling from the cliff, like a white streak, breaking the blue color of a mountain.

Standing on the wooden building, looking out of the window, you can see waterfalls scattered in the middle of the mountain, and you can see green hills and clouds in the distance.

In the wooden building, there is a wooden table by the window, a pot of tea, and two people are sitting opposite each other.

A middle-aged man in his 30s, dressed in a gray robe, with a jade complexion and a long beard, this person is the head of the Liuyun Sect - Ji Yunshou.

Opposite him was a man who seemed to be a few years older than him, with a burly figure, a square face, a wide mouth, and a slightly purple skin.

"Why didn't you go back to the capital?" Liu Yunzong asked.

"Leave in a few days."

"It looks like Xuanwu has caught it."

"Caught it, destroyed 21 warships, and killed or injured thousands of people." The burly man took a sip of tea.

"You didn't come here just to meet me for tea and reminisce, right?"

"I want to see that painting, which is what His Highness means."

Ji Yunshou was silent for a while after hearing this.

"Although the Liuyun Sect is not a famous sect, it has accepted several disciples with amazing talents in the past hundred years, and my senior brother is even more amazing.
When the teacher was alive, he said that he looked like a fairy, but he went crazy and fell into a demon because of seeing that painting.
In order to restrain him, my teacher was seriously injured, and passed away soon after, and my senior brother also followed.

My senior brother is not the first person to be possessed by that painting, that painting is really very dangerous.

With your cultivation base of the Bafang God General, if you become a demon, who can stop you from the Liuyun Sect? "

"So I brought something."

The burly man took out something and put it on the table.But it was a long red rope, which seemed to be twisted from silk, emitting aura.

"Feihong lock!" Ji Yunshou's eyes lit up when he saw this.

"That's right, this magic weapon is given to Liu Yunzong. Even if I become a demon, this magic weapon can bind me. What do you think of Brother Ji?"

Ji Yunshou pondered for a long time after hearing this, and was about to reply when he suddenly raised his head and looked outside, frowning slightly.

"how?"

"We have a visitor!"

"Guest, what guest?"

"Guest, come here uninvited!" Ji Yunshou said coldly.

(End of this chapter)