Taiqing Sword

Chapter 65, The Living Dead
Apart from saying that he came from time travel, Shangguan Jinghong narrated all the things he had experienced in the Jianghu.

The old monk nodded when he heard the words: "Listen to you, this Kunlun Mountain is really deceiving people too much, what is the number one school in the martial arts world."

Shangguan Jinghong also nodded in agreement and said: "Yes, that Qing Xuzi almost took my life several times with his martial arts skills, and this time he also took the life of my beloved wife..."

"Well, your wife's meridians should have been cut off by that little Taoist priest Chi Yanzi. In addition, her martial arts level is not high, and her internal organs were injured. That's why she lost her life."

"God monk, if this is really the case, then, is there still salvation?"

"Well, the meridian is cut off, the vitality is already slim, and the five internal organs are damaged, it is not easy to deal with!"

There was a gloomy look in Shangguan Jinghong's eyes: "Concentrate on dying for me, what's the point of me living in this world? No, the three masters said that they have a [-]% chance of saving my wife."

The old monk opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything, but he sneered at the three monks in his heart, in order to make people come to get the scriptures, and deceive them with infinite hopes, but after all, the old monk is also a member of the Buddhist sect, so it is really hard to say anything: "Hey , maybe it will work."

A glimmer of hope rekindled in Shangguan Jinghong's eyes: "God monk, it's been a long time, I should go, please give me the scriptures."

The old monk stood up slowly, took down the Buddha statue behind him, and handed it to Shangguan Jinghong: "This Maha Infinity Sutra is in this painting, you can take it."

Shangguan Jinghong took the painting and saluted respectfully: "Thank you, divine monk, I will bid farewell, junior."

Trembling, the old monk took out a parchment scroll from his bosom, and said: "Almsgiver, you and I had a great conversation, I don't have anything long on me, this parchment scroll is a scroll of scriptures, I gave it to you as a souvenir. "

Shangguan Jinghong took it with both hands: "Thank you, divine monk." After speaking, he turned around and left. Seeing Shangguan Jinghong leaving slowly, the old monk shouted again: "Benefactor, wait a minute!"

Shangguan Jinghong stopped in his tracks, turned around and asked, "What other orders does the priest have?"

The old monk hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't bear it, and said: "For the matter of your wife, don't give too much hope to the benefactor. No one in my Buddhist sect has the ability to revive your wife, so I can only keep a sliver of life for her. The benefactor should find another way." The old monk really couldn't bear to see the sincere Shangguan Jinghong turn from great hope to disappointment.

Shangguan Jinghong was troubled when he heard the words: "God monk, aren't you joking?"

The old monk sighed and shook his head, Shangguan Jinghong felt as if he had knocked over the five-flavored bottle, he didn't know what it was like, a sentence kept flashing in his mind, the three masters lied to me, the three masters lied to me.

Looking at the distraught Shangguan Jinghong, the old monk said again: "The snowfields in southern Xinjiang are rich in ice crystals. It is said that the coffins made of ice crystals can freeze people's vitality for hundreds of years. If your wife comes back to life, I will If you didn’t hear what you said, if, if the sky fails to fulfill your wishes, you go and get the ice crystals to build a coffin, and within a hundred years, you will find another way to heal it.”

Shangguan Jinghong's body was already trembling a little: "God monk, if there is really no other way, what will happen to my wife?"

The old monk pondered for a moment, then popped out three words: "The living dead!"

Shangguan Jinghong's mind roared, he forgot to call the old monk even to say hello, and left the Zhenhun Pagoda in a daze.

The three monks outside the pagoda waited for a long time, and finally saw Shangguan Jinghong coming out of the pagoda, and quickly greeted him: "Shangguan benefactor, how is it? Have you obtained the infinite power of Maha?"

Shangguan Jinghong recovered from his confusion after hearing the words, and looked at the three monks with a sad look in his eyes: "Three masters, what happened to my wife?"

Jue Kong was stunned for a moment, and said: "Hey, the injury to my wife is too serious, and the three of my brothers and sisters can't recover it with all our strength, but the life of my wife is still alive, maybe we can think of other ways."

Shangguan Jinghong's heart was extremely cold at this moment, the monk was right, they were really incapable of saving my wife, so they just tricked me into getting scriptures for them, hehe, I'm still naive.

Among the three monks, Juexin was the least patient: "Shangguan benefactor, have you ever obtained that magical power?" Seeing that Shangguan Jinghong didn't speak, Juexin urged again: "Shangguan benefactor?"

Shangguan Jinghong glanced at the three monks and nodded.

Juekong was overjoyed: "Please also ask the benefactor to give us the magic power. The old monk and brothers are very grateful."

Shangguan Jinghong took out the scroll: "The monk in the pagoda said that this is the Maha Infinite Sutra."

Juekong took it excitedly, and looked at the densely packed Sanskrit writing around the Buddha statue: "Yes, yes, it is the Maha Infinite Magical Art."

Shangguan Jinghong sighed and asked: "Three masters, where is my wife? Since the three masters can't heal my wife, I think we should leave."

The three monks were about to speak, but they rushed over: "Shangguan almsgiver, you have been in the pagoda for a long time, after all, your wife is a female relative, and the old monk sent your wife back to Mount Emei without the almsgiver's permission, and handed it over to the teacher. "

Shangguan Jinghong was slightly taken aback, and said, "Master sent my wife back to Mount Emei?"

Gu Xing glanced at the three monks, saw the three monks looking at him with angry eyes, and sighed: "Yes, my Buddhist sect is all men, it is really inconvenient, and I happened to be out on business, so I sent my wife back to Mount Emei." gone."

Shangguan Jinghong nodded, he did a great job, not only deceived himself, knowing that he couldn't save him, so he sent the person away, what Shangguan Jinghong didn't know was that he did this out of kindness, I Knowing that the three monks had murderous intentions, they really couldn't bear Shangguan Jinghong's death, and Ning Ningxin was another bargaining chip, so he had no choice but to send him to Mount Emei.

Shangguan Jinghong said: "Thank you, Master Xing, if this is the case, I will take my leave."

"Wait a minute!"

Shangguan Jinghong frowned upon hearing the words: "Master Juexin, what other orders do you have?"

Jue Xin smiled: "The benefactor has retrieved the magic power for us, but we have not been able to save the benefactor's wife. I feel really uneasy. Please make sure the benefactor stay for a few more days. My Buddhist sect wants Daxie benefactor's grace."

Shangguan Jinghong waved his hand: "No need!"

Jue Xin wanted to say more, but was stopped by Jue Kong, who had a very bad complexion. Jue Kong said: "Since the benefactor is not willing to stay, then please go ahead. My Buddhist sect owes a favor to the benefactor, and I will definitely repay it in the future."

Shangguan Jinghong didn't answer, and left the Buddhist sect directly.

"Brother, why stop me?"

Juekong bowed respectfully to the Soul-Suppressing Pagoda: "Master Zu."

Jue Xin was stunned, and before he had time to ask, the pagoda snorted coldly: "My Buddhist sect is about to fall from now on, the eminent monks of Jue's generation, the kindness and compassion in the eyes of the world, are so despicable unexpectedly, I dare not be this A master."

Juekong plopped down on his knees: "Master, calm down, this disciple knows he was wrong."

"Old Monk, let me just say this once. The Shangguan benefactor is my friend. Although I am not the master of the Buddhist Sect now, I will not allow any disciple of the Buddhist Sect to touch him."

"The disciple understands."

"Okay, you guys step back, leave the sex behind."

Li Xing was still surprised, how could there be someone in the pagoda, and then he heard Jue Kong claiming to be the master, and now he left himself behind, Li Xing was even more puzzled.

After the three monks dispersed, a voice came from the pagoda again: "Liao Xing, you are not bad. My Buddhist sect is all disciples of the Buddha, so we should be compassionate. You have done a good job in this regard."

Liao Xing was flattered: "The disciple dare not."

"Well, from now on, you come to see me every fifteenth of every month, and you can ask me if you don't understand."

Liao Xing was overjoyed when he heard it: "Thank you, Shizu, thank you, Shizu!"

After Shangguan Jinghong left the Buddhist sect, he did not return to Mount Emei immediately. First, Shangguan Jinghong felt extremely sad, and he could not help but condense his heart. Second, Shangguan Jinghong was thinking all the way. Xinjiang Snowfield.

Just when he made up his mind to go to the southern Xinjiang snowfield, Shangguan Jinghong met the person he was least willing to meet at this time——Leng Lingkong.

When Shangguan Jinghong saw it, he immediately turned around and walked back. Who knew that Leng Lingkong had already seen him: "Jinghong?"

As a last resort, Shangguan Jinghong stopped and let out a long sigh of relief: "It's the third grandfather, why are you here?"

Leng Lingkong looked at Shangguan Jinghong a little strangely, but he couldn't tell why it was so strange: "Oh, the Patriarch sent me out to do something, but you, why don't you stay with Xin'er in Mount Emei and travel here alone?"

Shangguan Jinghong heard Ning Ningxin's name in his heart, and felt a pain in his heart: "The third grandpa was joking, I am going back to Emei."

Leng Lingkong nodded, then thought of something and asked: "A few days ago, what happened in Kunlun Mountain has nothing to do with you, right?"

The pain in Shangguan Jinghong's heart was even worse: "Yes, Third Grandpa, I'm sorry, I can't chat with you anymore, I have to rush back to Mount Emei as soon as possible, I have some urgent matters."

Leng Lingkong was slightly taken aback, what's the matter, but it's not easy to ask: "Okay, I happen to have something to do, so I will go home with my heart."

Shangguan Jinghongqiang smiled and nodded, and left quickly, tears rolled down from his eyes, and he decided in his heart that he must go to the southern Xinjiang snowfield.

After figuring it out, Shangguan Jinghong rushed to the capital and arrived at Wanbao Pavilion late at night.

As soon as Qin Zheng saw Shangguan Jinghong coming, his mouth trembled: "Young master... hey, young master, don't be too sad."

"Mr. Qin, you know everything?" Shangguan nodded weakly in shock.

Qin Zheng sighed: "My lord, you can't come back to life after death, besides, if my wife is alive, I don't want you to be so sad."

Shangguan Jinghong waved his hand: "Let's not talk about that, Mr. Qin, have you heard of the Southern Xinjiang Snowfield?"

Qin Zheng was taken aback when he heard the words: "My lord, what do you want to do in the southern Xinjiang snowfield?"

"It seems that Mr. Qin knows."

Qin Zheng nodded: "Young master, I know something. This southern snowfield is an extremely cold place. Although it is a vast area, there are few people. I have never been there, but I have heard people say that the cold air on the snowfield is overwhelming. Ordinary people die instantly when they go there, even the innately strong have to be careful when they go there, it’s not a joke to accidentally enter the body with cold air.”

Shangguan Jinghong nodded: "What about the ice crystal?"

"Ice crystals? Young master, are you going to fetch ice crystals?"

"good."

"Young master, absolutely not."

"Old Qin, why is this? I need ice crystals urgently."

"My lord, that ice crystal is the treasure of cultivation, but it is also a sacred object of the snowfield. Although there is no sect in the snowfield of southern Xinjiang, there is a religion called 'Cold Moon Sect'. People in the religion always guard the ice crystal. It is said that there are Thirty or so people, all of them have innate strength."

Shangguan Jinghong frowned when he heard the words: "It's a little exaggerated, isn't it?"

"No, no, son, as I said just now, the snow field is very cold, and without innate strength, it is impossible to survive. These people can survive in the snow field, and innate strength is indispensable. From the perspective of this old slave, more than twenty innate strength Master, it’s better to say less.”

"Could it be that I really can't get ice crystals..."

(End of this chapter)