Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 55 Perseverance
Songjian Mansion,
The underground palace of the Demon Suppression Division,
In the secret room, an old man who was about to die and whose vitality and blood were declining suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking at Chiquan Mountain with his turbid eyes, he became more energetic and stood up slowly. His body, which was like a withered pole, became full the moment he stood up. A surging energy and blood flowed in his body, and then he walked out of the underground palace. Secret room.

In the hall of the Demon Suppression Department, the two people who were talking felt the aura coming from them and couldn't help but be shocked.

Jiang Zhou stood up suddenly, his body trembling and his expression full of excitement.

"Master!"

Is that the accomplished martial artist from the Demon Suppression Division?

The Great Perfection of Marrow Refining is actually so powerful.

Feeling the strong energy coming from him, a death palpitations surged into his heart. It seemed that as long as this person took action, he couldn't even resist. Fortunately, it was not aimed at him.

Jiang Zhou rushed out of the Demon Suppression Division and saw a streak of blood disappearing into the sky.
Xu Zisu followed closely, looking at the direction where the blood light disappeared,

That direction is... Chiquan Mountain!

Xu Zisu's expression changed, and then he turned into a stream of light and headed towards Chiquan Mountain.

There is only one person who can lure out this former commander of the Demon Suppression Department.
The leader of Yinhun Sect, Lehong.

In other words, it was Lehong, the leader of the Yinhun Sect, who went to Chiquan Mountain.

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One monk and one evil stood on the top of the mountain in the sea of ​​clouds. Abbot Zhishan spoke slowly,
"Back then, the poor monk was shackled by his cultivation and had only reached the realm of Xuandan. His life span was short. It happened that benefactor Chen Yan came up the mountain to carry out the decree of the Jin Dynasty. He wanted to eradicate your Yinhun Sect and needed the help of this temple. With the purpose of this law, This temple has no choice but to respond.”

"That battle should have been fought by the poor monk, and perhaps it would also be the day when the poor monk died."

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Abbot Zhishan's eyes flashed with reminiscence and sadness.

"It's just that someone came out for you." Lehong looked at the sea of ​​clouds and said calmly.

A resolute middle-aged monk can still be seen in his mind. He seemed to be unafraid of life and death and would not retreat even for a moment. If he had not fought to the death, even if he lost his strength due to the alchemy, he would not have suffered such serious injuries.

"Yes, Junior Brother Zhiye agreed to this matter." After Zhishan finished speaking, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

"So, you secretly planned my Infant Spirit Pill to break through the Zi Mansion and break the limit of longevity!"

Zhishan shook his head and took out a spiritual elixir that exuded divinity from his arms. Seeing the elixir in Zhishan's hand, Lehong couldn't help but frown.

The pill is still there?

So how did Zhishan break through?

Facing the end of lifespan, it is extremely difficult to break through.

"This infant elixir is indeed in the hands of the poor monk, but the poor monk has not taken it."

Zhishan looked at the sea of ​​clouds and recalled: "In the past, the master brought Zhiye to Chiquan Mountain and passed away soon after. Therefore, it was a poor monk who raised him and taught him how to read and read scriptures, practice Buddhism and ask his mind. To him, although he is just a junior brother, the poor monk is like a brother and father to him."

"Shortly after Junior Brother Zhiye agreed, news came that the donor was refining a spiritual elixir. The old monk was approaching his end of life, so Junior Brother secretly wrote down the matter."

"I just never thought that the old monk could not wait for him to return intact. He only waited for this elixir and a corpse."

"Haha, if I had known this, the old monk should not have allowed him to leave the mountain." A sad smile appeared on Zhishan's face.

Lehong asked rather confusedly. "If that's the case, how did you break through the realm of Zifu?"

"There are great horrors and great opportunities between life and death." Zhishan smiled slightly but did not say it clearly.

Lehong nodded, with a complicated look on his face. He didn't expect the result to be like this.

According to the decree issued by the imperial court, the destruction of his Yin Hun Sect is inevitable, and the culprit of the disappearance of the Infant Spirit Pill has been dead for many years.

In the end, his obsession turned out to be in vain.

It seems that the result shouldn't be like this, but it is exactly like this.

"If it weren't for the old monk, my junior brother would be the youngest person in the Purple Mansion Realm of Tianluo Temple, and he would also be the hope of Tianluo Temple. The fate of fate is ultimately due to the old monk."

"Tap Tap!"

The sound of three footsteps came, but the two of them didn't pay attention because they had already sensed it when the three of them arrived. "Amitabha,"

"Uncle Zhiye sacrificed his life for the Buddha to give the abbot a chance to survive. The abbot can break through the purple mansion realm. I think there are many thoughts of the abbot Zhiye. If the abbot had come out and sacrificed himself for the devil, he might have only gained a It is not yet known whether the Buddhist disciple who has lived a decadent life can break through the Purple Mansion realm."

"One drink and one peck are all settled, so why should the abbot get stuck in it?"

Zhiye was the genius Buddhist disciple of the previous generation and was hailed as the future of Tianluo Temple.
However, it seems that geniuses often have misfortunes.

After hearing Xu Zisu's words, Abbot Zhishan couldn't help but fall into silence.

Le Hong on the side looked at Xu Zisu. Although he was young, he had profound Buddhahood, and he actually saw a bit of the shadow of that person in the past.

Buddhism is really full of geniuses.

Then he looked at the old man beside him and showed a smile.

"Old guy, you are already dying, what are you doing here?"

"According to the decree of the Jin Dynasty, the Yinhun Sect will be wiped out."

Then, he took out a piece of bright yellow brocade silk. A colorful stream of light appeared on the brocade silk, revealing a touch of indescribable aura.

After seeing the brocade silk, Lehong's face showed a trace of solemnity. Is it really the decree of the Jin Dynasty?

The imperial edict is for people, while the legal edict is for monks.

The local Immortal Sects saw the decrees as if they were seeing the Holy Emperor, and there were few Immortal Sects who did not give face to the Jin Dynasty.

"You evil cultivators showed up today, it's time to get to know each other."

Old man Chen Yan's blood surged all over his body, and his body was like waves rising from a river. The sound of the waves was endless, but no strange phenomena emerged.

The wind rolled up the sea of ​​clouds, and the birds in the forest flew away in fright.

Looking at the incongruous aura of the decayed body, Le Hong frowned involuntarily.

Fight to the death!

Another old guy who is approaching the end of his life and wants to fight to the death.

In this case, let's fight again.

Stepping in one step, leaping into the sky, the sea of ​​clouds collapsed, and the old man Chen Yan turned into a shining sun and followed closely.

The fight between two true kings of the Purple Mansion is a rare occurrence in a hundred years.

Jiang Zhou looked at the mana and blood spraying in the sky with worry.

In that battle back then, his master was seriously injured, and now he is fighting alone, I'm afraid~
One quarter of an hour,

two quarters,
half an hour,

The magic power is surging in the sky, and the blood energy is flowing. The power of the energy and blood is weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye. I am afraid that it will not be long before the energy and blood decline and die.

Not even half a moment later, the sound of fighting stopped abruptly.

An old man in black robe slowly walked down carrying a corpse.

His face was pale, and he was obviously not feeling well.

"Master!"

Jiang Zhou's complexion changed slightly and he rushed forward anxiously.

When Lehong saw this, a burst of mana emerged from his hand. For some reason, he absorbed most of the mana midway. He knocked Jiang Zhou away with a snap of his fingers, and then threw Chen Yan in front of him.

Chen Yan's body was depleted of energy and blood, his skin was as wrinkled as dry tree bark, and the last trace of light in his eyes was slowly passing away.

After a few breaths, life was completely cut off.

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(End of this chapter)