nine coffins

Chapter 189 Killing Heart

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Although the eyes of the old man with white hair and hunchback were sharp, he didn't worry about anything. "Cultivator Sea Desolation, do you know the general level three and six?" The white-haired old man changed the topic to practice.

"Cultivation, spirit, and soul three realms, six levels of initial cultivation, fixed cultivation, supreme spirit, holy spirit, cultivation of soul, and scattered soul!" Amu replied.

"Not bad!" The white-haired old man nodded slightly.

At this time, the woman in Tsing Cai came out from the back room, just holding a purple lantern.Without saying a word, he stood beside the white-haired old man.

"But the road to immortality is long, and there is no end to it? The small three realms are just elementary." The white-haired old man sighed. The realm of robbery?Amu's heart was shocked, and today he knew that above the three realms, there are indeed realms.

If A Muliao wanted to cultivate the state of painstaking efforts, he must also know the existence of the robbery state.It's just that when I was in the Northern Cold Sect, I was just a high-level Dzogchen monk.It's probably too early to talk about robbery.

"Dare to ask seniors, what is a robbery?"

At this time, the voice of the resentful spirits outside the store had long been suppressed by the mad monk, and the small store was basically unaffected.Had to meet an expert, Amu didn't want to miss the opportunity.

"Water Tribulation Realm, Fire Tribulation Realm, Wind Tribulation Realm, Yin-Yang Tribulation Realm, Sky-shattering Tribulation Realm. After the three calamities of water, fire and wind, and then enter the Yin-Yang Sea, and suffer the fire of reincarnation, you can break through the heavens and transform into immortals. This is the Tribulation Realm! "

Although due to his limited cultivation, Amu couldn't understand everything and could only imagine it out of thin air, but he listened quietly, unwilling to miss a single word.

The woman in Tsing Yi frowned slightly and looked at the old man with white hair and hunchback, as if she didn't want him to say anything more.

Amu wanted to ask again, but the old man with white hair and hunchback smiled coldly:
"Lingsheng middle-level Great Perfection, although it is not bad, but it is still one hundred and eight thousand miles away from the robbery realm. I don't know how many monks have been wiped out in the soul realm! You still have a long way to go, so it is useless to ask!"

"Grandpa!" The woman in Tsing Yi called out in a low voice, as if reminding her of something.

The old man with white hair and hunchback shook his head, then asked Amu again, "Where are you from?"

"Northern Willow Town!" Amu answered simply, without the slightest hesitation.Because Amu secretly felt in his heart that the old man with white hair and hunchback in front of him must have known about the great war 40 years ago.

"Oh?" Sure enough, the white-haired, hunchbacked old man looked strange when he heard about Liuzhen in the North Country, "The people in Liuzhen, aren't they... all dead?"

At this time, the woman in Tsing Yi looked at Amu with complicated eyes.

"The junior went up to the mountain to practice and escaped a catastrophe!" Amu looked sad.

The old man with white hair and hunchback didn't say much. After a long silence, he looked at Amu and said slowly, "You came for the old and the young in Liuzhen?"

"That's the junior's master and younger sister!" Amu also looked at the old man with white hair and hunchback.

"Huh?" A strange look flashed in the eyes of the old man with white hair and hunchback, but it disappeared instantly.Amu didn't see much content.

"Dare to ask senior, can you know the details of the Battle of Baicheng 40 years ago? Can you know the whereabouts of my master and little sister?" Amu tried his best to keep his tone calm, but in his heart he was very much looking forward to the answer of the old man with white hair and hunchback.

Hearing Amu's question, the white-haired old man's eyes twitched imperceptibly.

"Alive!" The old man with white hair and hunchback said two words slowly.

"Thank you, senior!" Amu's heart finally fell to the ground. Although he believed that Master and Yu'er must be alive, it was a completely different feeling when he said it from the mouth of the white-haired old man.

"Senior, do you know where they are now?" Amu was a little anxious, waiting for the white-haired old man's next words.

"40 years ago, there was a battle here that involved a lot of people, and there were powers above the soul realm! I can only say that they must be alive. As for the whereabouts of your master and sister, go to Heishui in the west!"

After finishing speaking, the old man with white hair and hunchback closed his eyes slightly, as if he didn't want to think about the past.

"It really is the Black Water of the West!" Amu secretly said in his heart. At the same time, he still had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask again.Because the white-haired and hunchbacked old man in front of him must be a peerless powerhouse, this made Amu feel a faint uneasiness in his heart.

At this time, suddenly the crazy monk at the door finished reciting the scriptures, and there was a loud roar, like a vajra wrath, and a thunderbolt shook the sky.

"Ah-ah-jie-"

There were shrill sounds outside the store, one after another, and countless innocent souls instantly turned into green smoke.There are also countless innocent souls, who seemed to have been inspired by some kind of madness, and rushed towards the small shop.

The purple light of the wine front seemed to be unable to withstand the storm-like atmosphere of the underworld, and instantly dimmed.

Hearing this, the woman in Tsing Clothed rushed to the side of the mad monk, then shook her hand, and the purple lantern in her hand flew out.

The purple lantern hung in the void like a purple moon.The purple awns flourished, the storefront was empty, and the countless resentful spirits rushing towards the small shop instantly turned into green smoke.

The offensive, like a wave, disintegrated in an instant.

At this time, midnight was past, the sound gradually faded, and the wraiths gradually faded away.It's just that the heavy snow all over the sky is falling tightly.

"Hey!" The crazy monk sighed, and the Buddha's light disappeared from his body, "Little girl, why help me? Let those resentful spirits not be able to reincarnate!"

It turns out that those who turn into green smoke under the scriptures of the mad monk are reincarnated, and those who dissipate under the purple light are wiped out in ashes.

Wu'er in Tsing Yi just smiled faintly, knowing that the necessary homework for every night was over, she waved her hand to take back the purple lantern, and retreated to the back room.Just before again, she looked at Amu with some inexplicable meaning in her eyes.

"Cough cough!" The crazy monk actually coughed twice, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. It seems that the chanting just now was definitely not an easy task. It is hard to imagine how difficult it is to make the middle-level Sanhun Dzogchen overflow with blood.

"Crazy monk, why bother?" Probably the white-haired and hunchbacked old man had been getting annoyed with his words over the years, and his tone was somewhat disdainful at this time, "You know very well that this ghost city ghost is not an ordinary ghost, but one possessed by ghosts. I don’t think you can last for a few more years if you go on like this. Your ambition of 49 years is a joke! Even if you send those resentful spirits to die, can you still let the ice and snow within a hundred miles melt into it?”

"Hey!" The crazy monk didn't take it seriously, grabbed the jug on Amu's table, poured it down, and then wiped his mouth casually. It seems that this crazy monk has long been used to the days of being hurt every night.This bitter wine is an excellent healing medicine.

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" The crazy monk laughed, "Besides, if I don't go to hell, how can you get out of hell!"

Amu frowned and listened, only feeling that the crazy monk's words had a lot of meaning.

The white-haired, hunchbacked old man sneered, stopped talking, sat back behind the counter, and began to wipe the copper jug ​​with a white rag.

"A monk in Liuzhen?" The crazy monk turned around and looked at Amu with a half-smile.

"Junior pays homage to Master Tianxiu!" Amu bowed.This ceremony, Amu was sincere, he respected the mad monk's 49-year-old wish.

"What day off? I'm just a crazy monk!" The crazy monk laughed at himself, and then looked at Amu seriously, "The road to Heishui in the west is very dangerous, you and I are destined, so I will give it to you! It will be useful in the future .”

As he spoke, the crazy monk withdrew the string of ancient wood beads in his hand and handed it to Amu.

"Master?" Amu was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect to speak only a few words when they met for the first time.The crazy monk didn't even ask for his name, but unexpectedly presented him with a Buddha treasure, and seemed to predict that he would go to Heishui.

Although Amu couldn't see the depth of the Buddha beads, how could the things on the middle-level Dzogchen monks who scattered souls be worse?

"Take it! This thing can dispel the spirit of the devil! It's useful for you!" The crazy monk seemed to say so.

It can transform the spirit of the devil, and Amu's heart moves.Only then did he take the ancient wooden rosary.

"Thank you, master!" Amu saluted again.

"Hmph!" Seeing the crazy monk presenting Amu with a rosary, the white-haired old man with hunchback snorted coldly.

"Old friend! Give me a pot of 'Seven Star Bitter Dew'!" The crazy monk turned a deaf ear to the cold snort of the white-haired old man.

The white-haired, hunchbacked old man frowned, seemingly dissatisfied.

"Don't be so stingy, you must know that the Immortal Ghost Sect is not a good place to go, otherwise why would you open a shop here?" There was something in the crazy monk's words, but Amu didn't know what he was referring to.

The old man with white hair and hunchback looked at the mad monk coldly, raised his white eyebrows, and then threw the copper jug ​​in his hand.

"Fate, fall by yourself!"

As soon as the words came out, the copper flagon had already flown towards Amu.I don't know how long this copper wine jug has been wiped by the white-haired old man with a hunchback, and the brilliance is so bright that it catches people's eyes.

As soon as the copper pot came out, a wave of heaven and earth energy surged, and Amu suddenly felt the air stagnate, and he was completely imprisoned in an instant, like a nightmare

"Huh?" The crazy monk frowned inadvertently, turned sideways, blocked in front of Amu, reached out with one hand, and caught the flagon first.

In an instant, the surging heaven and earth vitality just now collapsed.The white-haired old man looked at the crazy monk and Amu coldly, but said nothing.

"Thank you!" The crazy monk was not polite, and drank the wine in the Amu jug just now, and then poured a full pot of wine from the copper jug.

For a moment, the smell of wine in the small shop was strong, and the wine in the copper pot was by no means comparable to the wine that Amu just drank.

"It's called 'Seven Star Bitter Dew', it can be called immortal brew, and it can be compared to a elixir! One drop can melt into ten vats of bitter wine." The mad monk pointed to the empty cup on Amu's table, and then said, "Your body If you are seriously injured, three drops will heal you! This time you must be careful when traveling west!"

The crazy monk's words are serious, just like the elders who have been there for many years.

Amu didn't say much, just took the jug, put it into the Qiankun Ruyi bracelet, and worshiped the mad monk again.Amu is a person of great kindness, and he will remember what the crazy monk did tonight.

"Go!" The crazy monk waved his hand, then threw the copper pot in his hand to the white-haired old man with a hunchback, walked straight to his original table, and continued to drink and eat meat.

Amu hesitated for a moment, and at the same time glanced at the old man with white hair and hunchback.

Seeing this, the crazy monk couldn't help shouting: "Hurry up and leave!"

Amu raised his eyebrows, and without saying anything, he bowed to the white-haired old man and the mad monk, and exited the shop.

At this time, the wind and snow were thick outside, and Amu's back was covered with cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)