Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 134 Flower Mound (for Subscription)

Monks avoid drinking, sex, and wealth, so although this wine is very delicious, to Pudu, it is still like a jackal, tiger, and leopard, so he keeps away from it.However, the old Taoist couldn't help but taste it, and he couldn't help but slurp it.

"It is indeed a delicacy in the world. Being able to drink fine wine in this life is indeed a good thing."

Pudu shook his head, and looked at Mrs. Gongzhuang in front of him again.

"I wonder if the donor can tell the young monk about this flower graveyard?"

"The Flower Tomb relies on the Hundred Flowers Realm to exist, and it has become the sleeping place of our spirit clan for a long time. Therefore, it is full of death energy. Even if I enter it, there will be dangers."

Pudu frowned when he heard this. If it was just death, it shouldn't threaten a god-transforming monk.So there must be other crises inside. Pudu glanced at Mrs. Gongzhuang and saw that her face was very plain, as if she had nothing to explain.

It seems that all this needs to be explored by oneself.

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Inside the palace, three figures looked at the closed door with worried expressions. Apart from the sound of footsteps passing by, there was no other sound. Even if they shouted, the woman outside the door would not see them. Missing.

"Brother Song, I wonder when the immortal you mentioned will discover this place?" Wang Cheng asked worriedly.

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Song Yingsheng was slightly startled, and a wry smile appeared in his heart. He just used this excuse to survive. As for whether the Taoist priest can find this place, it is still a question; secondly, even if he comes in, these will be the A female rival?

Although they were only women, he could sense that these women were probably not ordinary human beings, and were even more likely to be so-called monsters.

"Brother Wang, don't worry. The two immortals should be able to find this place soon. We can naturally go out by then." Song responded with a smile and comforted him. As for how confident he was, it was still unknown.

"That's very good." Wang Cheng nodded. Anyway, he has been here for a long time, so it doesn't hurt to stay for a while longer.Moreover, the food here is very delicious, and they are all beautiful people. If possible, he would like to stay here all the time.

Food, wine, and beauties, I’m afraid ordinary life is nothing more than this.

Not long after, the door suddenly opened, and a figure appeared at the door. The three of them looked at each other, and Song Yingsheng showed a hint of joy on his face, and hurriedly stepped forward: "Taoist priest, you are finally here, but Are you here to save me?"

"Householder, we meet again." The old Taoist smiled, with a hint of uneasiness on his face.

"Taoist Priest, when should we go out?"

Facing Song Yingsheng's words, before the old man could speak, the woman beside him couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"Get out? I'm afraid it will take a while." He pointed to the room: "For the next period of time, you can settle here."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Lao Dao to speak, he pushed him into the room and closed the door.

For a moment, the three scholars in the room seemed to realize something, and looked at the old man with strange eyes.

Wang Cheng couldn't help but rolled his eyes, is this the so-called immortal?

He was actually locked up with them. It seemed that his hope of getting out was dashed.

"Taoist Master, this..." Song asked hesitantly.

"The three benefactors, please wait for a while. With Little Master Pudu here, we will definitely go out." The old Taoist smiled, but he felt a little uneasy in his heart. After all, it is a place that can make even a god-transformation monk feel dangerous. I'm afraid it's not that easy to break into.This was also the reason why he chose to stay. After all, if he went, he would most likely become a burden.

Purdue?

The young monk chatting with him at the door came to mind. So, is that young monk actually stronger than this old Taoist?
Song Yingsheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. Fortunately, there was still a glimmer of hope.

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Two figures stood at the foot of a green mountain. They looked at the cave not far away. The dark cave entrance looked very eerie.

"This place is the place of flower graves."

Pudu looked at the dark entrance of the cave and nodded: "To be honest with the donor, I still have a doubt, I wonder if the donor can tell me?"

"Say?"

"If the young monk can get the spirit of the stele to recognize him as the master, then what will the donor do if he does not let the donor out of this place?"

Facing Pudu's question, Mrs. Gongzhuang suddenly fell silent. After a long time, she raised her head and looked at Pudu: "Let's not talk about whether the young master will have this opportunity. Even if there is such an opportunity, I think the young master will not. Break your promise."

"Ah."

Pudu didn't say anything and walked straight to the cave entrance.

"Don't worry, the donor. I just hope that when the little monk comes out, a few of them will still be alive."

Looking at Pudu's disappearing back, Mrs. Gongzhuang frowned suddenly. Although this young monk was not highly cultivated, he was extremely strong, and even she could not see through it.As for the question raised by Pudu just now, she will naturally not be restrained by others. The moment the tablet spirit is recognized as its owner, it will spit out all the living creatures in Baihua territory.Therefore, whether Pudu agrees or not, they can leave this place. Secondly, people with evil minds have no chance to be contaminated by the spirit of the monument.

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Passing through the dark cave, I thought it would be a cave-like space, but I never thought it would be a valley. The valley was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and I did not see the deathly aura that Mrs. Gong Zhuang said.

As he walked through the sea of ​​flowers, Pudu couldn't help but frown.

Not lifeless, but also lifeless, these sea of ​​flowers look very strange.

Pudu knelt down and stroked a swaying and blooming chrysanthemum. This scene should have been full of life, but instead he felt frightened.

dead?

It was blooming brightly in front of his eyes, but he didn't feel a trace of life.

Looking up, all the flowers in the valley seem to be like this.

It deserves to be called the Flower Tomb, it really looks like a dead place!
After wandering around the valley for a moment, a doubt suddenly arose. Apart from these flowers that looked like dead things, the entire valley was very empty. If there were any stone tablets, he should be able to see them.

Could it be that you were deceived?

Probably not, there must be something else that I haven't noticed yet.

Sitting in the valley, he looked up at the empty sky, and then looked at the earth under his feet. If he was hiding in the dark, I'm afraid this is the only place where he could hide.

Pudu reached out and grabbed a handful of soil. A chill suddenly invaded his body, and he couldn't help but shudder.Black soil, cold power!
A movie I watched in my previous life came to mind. A scene in it seemed to be exactly the same as before. The only thing that was certain was that this place did contain Yin power and death energy.

Pudu slowly stood up, and a surge of magic power surged towards the black soil on the ground. However, before he could make any move, he saw countless flower petals flying towards him.Feeling the power contained in the flowers, Pudu's expression changed slightly.Every petal was filled with chilly and chilling Yin energy, which seemed to be preventing him from making any further actions.Although he has a cultivation level comparable to that of a transformed god, facing countless flowers and petals, he can't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart.

Isn't it possible to rely on brute force?

The magic power in the body gradually calmed down. As the magic power calmed down, the petals all over the sky also fell to the ground. In an instant, they were invaded by the Yin force and turned into powder, blending into the black soil. The flowers were also filled with bright petals again in an instant.

Weird and unusual!

"How could this happen?" Pudu murmured.

My guess may be correct, but it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. Now that I cannot use my magic power, it is almost impossible to take any action. The same is true for physical power.

It would be great if these wild flowers could be eliminated.

While he was deep in thought, his eyes suddenly lit up.

I almost forgot that these flowers were once spiritual beings, but now they are just dead. Therefore, every flower here represents a once living life.

Can these flower corpses be transcended?
This idea came to mind, and I couldn't help but want to try it.

Walking among thousands of flowers, he slowly sat down cross-legged, put his hands together and recited the salvation sutra.

The sound of chanting resounded throughout the fields and surrounded the valley.

There was no reaction at first, but as the sound of the scriptures became more and more permeated, the flowers that had lost their spirituality suddenly became bright and vivid, but it did not last for more than a breath before turning into powder and scattering into the black soil. In an instant, all the flowers disappeared. The place you see is empty, as if the thousands of flowers just now are just an illusion.

As thousands of flowers fell into the soil, the chill in the black soil slowly disappeared, turning from stiffness to softness. Not long after, a green bud sprouted in the black soil.

Exudes vitality.

[Transfer to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Flowers, reward hundreds of thousands of merits, and instant youth]

Pudu opened his eyes, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his guess was indeed correct.

But, what is this moment of youth?
If I remember correctly, there is a different kind of flower called ephemeral flower, and ephemeral flower is also called Buddha flower. I wonder what the relationship between the momentary fragrance and ephemeral flower is?
With curiosity, I saw a bright flower appearing in my mind. The flower kept blooming, giving people a very strange feeling. However, this flower was very familiar, it was an epiphyllum.

The fragrance of a moment is called years, so the effect of this flower is probably the same. The power of years is difficult for even monks to match. This flower is not a last resort, so it is better to use it with caution.

"Boom!"

While Purdue was meditating, he saw the land rushing towards both sides, and a hall emerged from the center of the earth. The hall was full of ancient charm, and it may have existed many years ago.

There are no two stone lions standing in front of the door like other temples. Instead, there are two virgins. The virgins are holding two bamboo baskets in their hands. The bamboo baskets are filled with bright flowers. They have been there for many years, but they seem to be lifelike. Things are ordinary.

Pudu did not hesitate, opened the door full of flowers, and walked into the palace.

The door opened, and a colorful light emerged. After a burst of dazzling light, the situation in the main hall came into view. On both sides were beautiful maids. The maids were holding bamboo baskets filled with petals. When Pudu stepped in At that time, many maids sprinkled flower petals and disappeared immediately after falling on him.

It was like a rain of petals falling from the sky.

"I never thought that the person who would succeed Baihuajing would be a little monk." Pudu stepped into the palace, and a clear female voice suddenly sounded.

Pudu looked around and saw no one in the hall except for these reflected maids.

"Junior Pudu has met the senior and was invited by the Master of the Palace of Hundred Flowers to come and incarnate the spirit of the stele." Pudu said respectfully.

"Do you know that since ancient times, most of the people who have transformed the stele spirit are flower spirits, and there has never been a human race. As a monk, you can't get the stele spirit." The voice appeared out of thin air again.

Purdu looked curiously at a huge stele in the hall, and saw all kinds of strange patterns all over it, neither humanistic nor demon patterns, obscure and difficult to understand.Pudu frowned slightly, could this be the stele spirit?
He stepped forward and touched it. The dark stone tablet was very ordinary, like an ordinary bluestone.

After a few breaths, he looked back and sighed softly.

It seems to be just used to record something, not like the so-called tombstone.

"Flower spirits can be transformed, why can't our human race?" Pudu raised his head and looked at the sky above the hall.

"This is the most precious treasure of the Spiritual Clan. Even the Spiritual Clan can rarely store it. Why do you, a human being, think you can store it?"

The voice resounded in every corner of the hall, and there was no way to find it. Pudu shook his head secretly: "The little monk can make Your Excellency appear, which proves that the little monk is destined for this treasure. Besides, the little monk was invited by the spirit clan, senior should not make things difficult for the little monk."

"Those descendants want to leave this place!" The voice in the hall snorted coldly: "This place is the last place of protection for the Spiritual Clan. If you go out, you will ignore the safety of the Spiritual Clan. You go, It’s impossible for me to let you succeed.”

After the words fell, the hall fell into silence.

Pudu frowned, as if there was something behind the Spirit Race being trapped here.

In this case, is letting the Spirit Clan out a good thing or a bad thing?
He lived in a world where he could better understand the desolation of the human world. Although the zoos at that time imprisoned animals, it was also another kind of protection. And how could the Spirit Race not be like this?

It looks like a bird in a cage, but it is very safe. At least it will not be oppressed by monks and monsters. But after going out, it will be unknown. After all, a god-transformation monk is not enough to have all taboos. At least all the god-transformation monks he has seen have no taboos. There are several of them, and they even personally pushed a god-transformation monk to the altar of Xuren.

This is true for the demon clan, let alone these delicate spiritual clans.

Pudu was silent for a while, then Youyou said: "Senior's wishes do not represent the wishes of the Spiritual Clan. Xiang must be trapped in this place for a moment. Maybe going out and blooming is what he wants. Otherwise, even if he is alive, there is no meaning in living. It’s just a matter of survival.”

Pudu's voice sounded in the hall, and the voice seemed to disappear.Moreover, no matter how Pudu spoke, the voice seemed to ignore him.

"In this case, the junior will not disturb the senior."

Pudu took a look at the main hall, turned and walked towards the door. After taking two steps, he suddenly turned around, passed the stone tablet, and took it to a swaying flower on it.

The entire hall was extremely empty. It seemed that there was only this stone tablet and the swaying flowers were ignored.

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(End of this chapter)