fifth form

Chapter 1979 Meeting by the Waterside
"Cousin, we have really come a long way!"

Flying continuously at high altitude is not a very pleasant experience.

This is like a person continuously running on land. The continuous output of mana will squeeze every inch of the monk's body function.

It is not an isolated case that a skilled flyer would be killed by someone with a single blow after running a thousand miles. There have been many such unexpected incidents.

The intense consumption of mana caused by flying is enough to completely drain a person.

Rong Tianding flew with Zhang Xuezhou for a day and took five Soul-Forging Pills. The test flight came to an end only when his body could no longer bear the effects of the medicine.

This is the longest distance Rong Tianding has ever flown with the help of elixirs, and he can only fly so far with Zhang Xuezhou as the pilot.

He felt sore and weak all over, but when he looked at the distant mountains behind him, Rong Tianding felt an indescribable excitement in his heart.

It was the first time that he experienced the benefits of becoming a great monk. Just by stepping into the True Spirit Realm from the Body Control Realm, he possessed the ability to release his magic power, and allowed Zhang Xuezhou to lead the way and fly thousands of miles away.

And this thousand miles is not a distance that a horse gallops on, but a distance that a horse flies in a straight line across thousands of mountains and rivers.

If they flew in this way, the journey that would take them half a month by carriage day and night would only take them three days.

The contrast was so strong that Rong Tianding felt that flying was the most important skill for a cultivator, even the appeal of the Shijiao school's inheritance had decreased a lot.

"Take a rest. When your cultivation level is higher, we can fly 1,500 miles a day. If we can reach a higher level, we can fly 2,000 miles a day. If we can reach the level of supernatural power, even flying 3,000 miles a day and crossing a distance of 10,000 miles will not be a problem!"

Zhang Xuezhou jumped into the river under the mountains and reached out to grab fish. His fishing skills were average, but Zhang Xuezhou chose a place where there were dense fish schools, so the difficulty of catching fish dropped sharply, and he could even catch some motionless stupid fish directly.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't need to eat or drink, but Rong Tianding's body had fallen into a stage of extreme physical fatigue, and food could effectively adjust the body's functions.

The Bigu Technique is indeed a good skill for survival, but this ability is too time-consuming and too difficult to be useful in the fights among cultivators, so Zhang Xuezhou did not force Rong Tianding to learn this ability.

While fishing, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but touch his stomach. He felt that the fasting technique in the supernatural realm seemed to have turned him into half a plant. He could sustain his life by just breathing and drinking a few sips of water.

Of course, the fasting technique can only keep you alive. If you want to be healthy, you also need to exercise and take various elixirs. However, the fasting ability will be greatly reduced if the body is vigorously wasted, until you are starving.

Zhang Xuezhou felt nothing after flying thousands of miles. He thought that he could test his limits when he went to Kunlun Holy Land in the future to see how long his body could remain stable despite constant consumption.

"It feels great to fly, but my body really hurts. I feel like I've been in bed with my wife for three days," said Rong Tianding.

"You don't have a wife!" Zhang Xuezhou reminded.

"This incident makes me sad. When I was a child, I secretly watched Wang Erni bathing. I thought Wang Erni had a fair and tender body, and she was the wife of my life. Then, when I went back to Chengdu to see her last time, everything had changed. She had given birth to three children, her waist was thicker than mine, her face was covered with fat, and her chin had two layers of fat. Her fair body had become greasy and unbearable to look at..."

Rong Tianding talked about what he had seen and heard.

Although practicing Buddhism does not extend a monk's lifespan, the aging of his body is indeed slower than that of those who live a life of luxury, and the difference compared to ordinary people is huge.

Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding were still handsome young men at this time, but many of their peers had already become weathered by the years.

If the two of them stood together with Zhang Changgong and others, they would not be mistaken for Zhang Changgong's sons, but they were indeed very different from Zhang Changgong and others in appearance and body shape.

For a young woman in her prime, this contrast is even more cruel.

After wandering around for several years, Rong Tianding gradually began to understand why there were so few women that Zhang Xuezhou liked.

They might be able to find young and beautiful ones, but after ten years, their faces will remain the same, while the women will be hard to recognize from their original appearance.

Under such circumstances, it is very difficult for them to maintain a long-lasting love.

Marriage requires a good match between the two families. If you join the monk profession, unless you are willing to have three wives and four concubines, you can only find a young female monk of the same level as your partner. In this case, it is undoubtedly very difficult for monks to live together. Most monks are alone, or they can only have children in the mortal world under the name of mortal training, and leave when the time is right, leaving some money.

The higher Rong Tianding's vision becomes, the further he feels things like marriage are getting from him.

This made him and Zhang Xuezhou think about it. They felt that they would inevitably be scolded by their parents after returning to Chang'an City, but they had no way to solve it.

"You can get along well with Yishuo," Zhang Xuezhou recommended.

"Don't mention that little bitch. I'm afraid that one day she'll stab me to death. How can I have the guts and desire to do that?" Rong Tianding said, "For cultivators like us, marriage depends on fate!"

"Look for it slowly. If it doesn't work, we can..."

Zhang Xuezhou was just about to say that if all else failed, he would go to Xi Kunlun to ask for a life-saving technique, or find some elixirs to prolong life. Either it would give him more time to buffer his choices, or he could give them to his wife to help her live a long life, either of which would be a solution.

He was about to say something when he heard the sound of Buddhist chanting in the distance.

"If you have no love for worldly marriage, why don't you join our Buddhist monastery? Many of us have cut off our worldly desires for marriage!"

A familiar voice came from his ears. Zhang Xuezhou stood up and looked at the monk who was striding towards him from a distance.

“You can even encounter this?”

Zhang Xuezhou exclaimed in surprise.

He had met the Taoist Master Ran Deng by the river before, and Zhang Xuezhou did not expect to meet him again when he stayed overnight by the river.

But compared to the last time when Master Ran Deng was alone, Senior Brother Tathagata also followed Master Ran Deng this time.

"So it's you, you're the one..."

"Dongfang Shuo, the imperial scholar at the Golden Horse Gate, greets you two!"

Seeing that Master Ran Deng had come back to his senses and seemed to have forgotten something, Zhang Xuezhou politely bowed in return and quickly mentioned his name.

There are no laws in the wilderness, and when you are not as strong as others, you need to make friends as much as possible.

"Tathagata is friendly!"

Zhang Xuezhou saluted the Taoist Master Ran Deng, and then bowed slightly to Senior Brother Tathagata.

"This is the Dongfang Shuo who came out with the Poison Avoidance Technique. What a coincidence that we meet here." Taoist Master Ran Deng said happily, "I didn't remember the Poison Avoidance Technique before. I hope you can teach me something when we meet again this time!"

Zhang Xuezhou's memory is real memory, he can remember it firmly as long as he says it once.

Taoist Master Ran Deng was also a great monk who had lived for a long time. He was able to control Zhang Xuezhou due to his broad knowledge, but it was normal for him to make mistakes when it came to such a complex theory as the 108,000 acupoints.

Even if there are only three or five omissions, this will cause your practice to go astray, and it will be extremely difficult to correct it.

If it were in the past, Master Ran Deng would have just endured it and could have returned to Lingshan to carefully ponder and get this set of poison avoidance techniques back on track.

But they don't have much time left.

The life span of the two leaders of the Western Religion is getting shorter day by day. If they cannot resist Brahma and others, the inheritance of the Western Religion will fall into their hands, and the people like Ran Deng will have nowhere to go.

(End of this chapter)