The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 66 Spirit Fox
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Zhang Jingyuan calmly beat the waist drum with a special drum beat.

Well, that's right, behind this wall is the place where the golden elixir monk practices in seclusion.

Such an important place naturally requires institutions and restrictions. Otherwise, if someone suddenly breaks in during practice, whoever will die will die.

Therefore, before retreating, setting up layers of restrictions is already something that monks must do, and each has its own methods and ingenuity.

The restriction in front of me is a special one. It is different from the usual city defense formations, or the mountain defense formations of sects, or even the star defense formations of the entire planet.

To open this ban, you need to use this special waist drum and beat it according to the fixed drum score before it can be opened.

Whether it is a waist drum or a drum score, both are indispensable, which is why Zhang Jingyuan must find a way to get this waist drum.

Otherwise, even if he knew where the golden elixir monk was retreating, with his cultivation, he would not be able to open the restriction in front of the cave. The same is true for An Pengju and others, so they were destined to fail without success. return.

And this ban also has a very interesting feature.

Normally, like other restrictions, it will not emit a certain amount of spiritual power fluctuations when it is turned on, but it will be completely closed. Only when the waist drum is beaten according to the drum music will it be awakened.

This is also an important reason why so many monks, including many foundation-building monks, came to look for it but found nothing.

As for why the waist drum was left behind, after all, when the Jindan monk wanted to enter, he definitely would not have to beat the drum to get in like Zhang Jingyuan did. This involved a very special habit in the world of cultivation.

That is, before going into seclusion, monks will find ways to pass on the methods and props to unlock the restrictions.

After all, it would undoubtedly be a huge waste if the magic weapons, skills, spiritual stones and elixirs in his body completely disappeared from the world as he went into retreat.

The most important thing is that many monks are unwilling to accept that their own skills will not even have a successor in the end, so they deliberately leave such a thing out.

Of course, if there are disciples' children, they will naturally be left to the disciples' children.

But usually they will not be handed over directly to the disciples' children, but will have to go around seventy or eighty detours. For example, in a certain year and month, you go to someone, and that person will give you a token. You take this token and go to find it. So and so, so and so, dozens of times.

Or, simply pawn the token in a pawn shop and agree to take it out fifty or one hundred years later. Anyway, the main thing is a toss-up.

They had no choice but to fear that their disciples' children would be unfilial, so they would kill them directly while they were in seclusion, and receive a gift package from the cheating master. Therefore, this was the time they had promised to die, and they were sure to die.

As for those who do not have disciples and children, they may divide the tokens into two parts at will, such as waist drums and drum music.

Then give them to or sell them to two people. The two people are most likely not in the same city, not even on the same planet, or even in the same galaxy.

Then these two people will look for it. After they find it after all the hard work, it is estimated that this monk in seclusion has been dead for who knows how many years.

Of course, if you successfully break through the realm, it will naturally be a different world, where the father is absolutely loving and the son is filial, the master and the disciple are respectful, and they are all good people.

This is why, in the world of cultivation, there are so many low-level monks who found the cave remains of senior monks and obtained a large amount of resources, techniques, and magic weapons, and thus soared into the sky and even became legends.

The demon cultivator in the previous life had spent decades struggling to collect the drum music and the waist drum, but Zhang Jingyuan only needed to get the waist drum because he had searched his memory.

Zhang Jingyuan estimated that according to the time, the demon cultivator should have obtained the drum music and was trying to find where the waist drum was.

As for why Zhang Jingyuan bought four other things from Liu Jinhai, of course they were smoke bombs he deliberately released.

Although it was unlikely that he had taken away the golden elixir cultivator's remains through the waist drum, it was better to be safe. Anyway, at the price that Liu Jinhai sold those items for, he would not lose money.

After all, he hadn't been able to be ruthless enough to kill Liu Jinhai and let him keep the secret completely.

He is indeed a good man, Zhang Jingyuan thought in his heart.

As for those monks who are unwilling to leave behind the methods and props to lift the ban, there are naturally many of them, but they usually will not escape the fate of having their graves dug up.

After all, as time goes by, the forbidden formation responsible for concealment will be damaged and emit spiritual energy fluctuations, which increases the possibility of being discovered by other monks.

And once discovered, even if there is no way to lift the ban, isn't it still possible to start a violent battle?

Just hit his mother with all your strength.

Just when Zhang Jingyuan was thinking wildly, a green aura suddenly appeared on the mountain wall in front of him. This aura rushed straight up the mountain wall, and a special and complex pattern appeared instantly.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingyuan couldn't help but reveal a faint smile, the ban was about to be opened! Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden "squeak!" sound, and the mountain wall suddenly moved to the side, little by little. The Jindan monk's cave, which had been covered in dust for two hundred years, slowly appeared in front of Zhang Jingyuan.

Stepping in, although Zhang Jingyuan was already prepared, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Is this Jindan monk just doing civil engineering at home?"

Zhang Jingyuan couldn't help but complain.

After all, it is just a place for seclusion and retreat, not a cave where people practice and live. Normally, monks just find a place and dig a few holes. Those who can build three rooms and one living room are considered to be good people.

After all, you have to do it yourself, even using spiritual power is troublesome, and it is impossible for a monk to carry a few storage bags of building materials.

But in the cave of the golden elixir monk in front of him, there are actually more than ten various training rooms, alchemy rooms, classics rooms, and study rooms scattered here and there. The most outrageous thing is that he even opened a bedroom and a medicine field. .

This is too much.

There is a medicine field, where you can grow some elixirs and refine elixirs, which will not only help your practice, but also cultivate your sentiments, but what the hell is this bedroom?

Is it not allowed to sleep in the training room?
And is there any need to sleep during this break?
Will you die if you don’t sleep?
Brother, your death is approaching, and you have to find a way to break through the realm barrier. If you can't break through, you will die!

At this time, Zhang Jingyuan suddenly felt that it was normal for this Jindan monk not to be promoted to Nascent Soul.

"My little friend, I've had such a hard time waiting for you."

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the direction of the medicine field, and what was strange was that although this voice claimed to be an old man, it was actually very childish, just like a three or five-year-old child speaking.

Zhang Jingyuan subconsciously looked towards the medicine field, and saw a demon fox about one foot long, all white, with bright eyes, squatting on the fence of the medicine field, looking straight at him.

"Fellow Taoist, don't be afraid. I am a spirit fox that the Master Ji Feng took in before he passed away. The Master ordered me to wait here for the arrival of his heir. I have been waiting here for fifty years, and finally I'm waiting for you."

"Furthermore, the Master only enlightened my throat bones, allowing me to speak human words, and gave me elixirs to help me live longer. He has no cultivation level, and it is impossible for him to turn fellow Taoists like those monsters outside. Eat it.”

This spirit fox seemed to have really not communicated with anyone in fifty years. He started chirping as soon as he saw Zhang Jingyuan. He even deliberately showed that he was only at the first or second level of Qi refining in order to win Zhang Jingyuan's trust.

But the spirit fox waited for a long time, but did not see Zhang Jingyuan coming over. Instead, he saw Zhang Jingyuan looking at it with a complicated expression, and there was a look in his eyes that it could not understand, but felt a little uncomfortable.

"Fellow Taoist? It seems that fellow Taoist doesn't believe what I said."

Linhu shouted bravely.

"No, I just didn't expect that such a lovely spirit fox, fellow Taoist, would appear here. I was stunned for a moment."

With that said, Zhang Jingyuan walked up to the spirit fox, grabbed the spirit fox, and put it on his shoulder. He didn't seem to care that it was a strange monster, but showed a strong sense of closeness.

Looking at Zhang Jingyuan's head in front of him, the spirit fox was stunned for a long time, and then it calmed down. It squirmed twice on Zhang Jingyuan's shoulders, chose a more comfortable position, and then lay down.

"It seems that I have misunderstood fellow Taoist before, and I hope you can forgive me. However, I see that at such a young age, you can cultivate to the fourth level of Qi refining, and have a solid foundation, and the halo of spiritual power is restrained. Fellow Taoist His qualifications must be very good.”

Linghu lay lazily on Zhang Jingyuan's shoulder and said casually. The beard at the corner of his mouth moved slightly, and he could lightly sweep Zhang Jingyuan's face.

"Fellow Daoist Linghu is ridiculous. I am only a fourth-level mid-level person, not a good qualification. If my qualifications can be considered good qualifications, then there will be good qualifications everywhere in the world of cultivation."

Zhang Jingyuan said calmly.

"what!"

Linghu was stunned for a moment, his expression became very complicated in an instant, and there seemed to be a hint of difficulty in accepting it among the surprise.

"What's wrong with this?"

Zhang Jingyuan turned around and said with a smile.

"No problem, I just heard the Master say some things about the world of cultivation, and I know the progress of ordinary monks' cultivation, so I am surprised that my fellow Taoist can practice Qi refining in such a short period of time with a fourth-level middle-grade qualification. On the fourth floor, I was particularly surprised, which only proves how extraordinary my fellow Taoist is."

"But it doesn't matter. With the Master's legacy and my clever spirit fox, my fellow Taoist's path of cultivation will definitely go smoothly. He will soon become a golden elixir monk and even fulfill the Master's last wish. , breaking through the Nascent Soul is not impossible.”

Linghu said with a smile, and there were even stars twinkling in his huge and bright fox eyes. He didn't know whether he really admired Zhang Jingyuan, or he had extraordinary expectations for a better future.

(End of this chapter)