Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 89

With a slight thought, a huge pagoda rose from Dingyuan Temple, and then fell from the sky, suppressing the dragon under the tower.

"Roar!"

Looking at the pagoda glowing with golden light, he let out an unwilling roar.

"The young monk will suppress you for a hundred years, or shock you to death on the spot, do you choose one?"

Facing Xu Zisu's murderous eyes, he immediately chose to compromise. The life of the Dragon Clan is long, not to mention that he is still in the Purple Mansion Realm. Hundreds of years are just a fleeting moment. Compared with life, he still has to divide it. Clear.

After the flood dragon stabilized, a long Buddha light flickered from the top of the stone pagoda, feeling the power from the tower, the fear that had disappeared from the flood dragon's eyes resurfaced again.

how come?
This power is the state of transformation into gods!

How could a deity from the Transformation Realm appear?

Xu Zisu's eyes narrowed and he was stunned. A golden light jumped out from the top of the tower, and then went straight into the sea of ​​​​consciousness between his eyebrows.

"boom!"

Xu Zisu only felt a roar coming from the sea of ​​consciousness between his eyebrows, and his consciousness gradually sank into the abyss. After a long time, a hole in the dead darkness was torn open by dawn.

His consciousness gradually returned, and he appeared in a magical space. Opposite him was a benevolent old monk, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"The young monk used the old monk to suppress a dragon. It's a good idea."

Xu Zisu looked at the kind-faced old monk opposite and shook his head helplessly: "The monk really chose the golden cicada to escape from his shell."

The old monk smiled slightly: "How did you find out?"

In fact, he had no doubts at first. His real suspicion was that after entering Yinshan Mountain, the old monk who transformed into a jade bone and gold body in his cassock once said: "The left and right are just skins."

It is also mentioned in Buddhist scriptures that the physical body is nothing but a rotten skin.That's why he doubted whether the death of Zen Master Jili was true or false.

In addition, the monks in Dingyuan Temple are a bit strange, or in other words, they are too violent. It does not look like they are caused by practicing martial arts, but they look like extremely evil people who have turned around and found peace.

Seeing Xu Zisu fall into silence, the old monk smiled again: "Whether you say it or not, it doesn't matter. Can you hand over the little monk's body to the old monk now?"

"Does the great monk want to live a new life?"

"The old monk traveled around the world, and finally understood the true Dharma, and was able to enter God in one step. Unfortunately, he was no longer able to defeat this skin, and he became old. I wanted to live a new life with the help of the villains in the temple, but I didn't expect that the young monk actually gave him a gift. We walked in, maybe this is fate."

Xu Zisu frowned and asked, "What about the monks in the temple?"

"They are all villains with blood on their hands. Perhaps the only evil deed done by the old monk in this life should be committed by the young monk."

It turned out that everything was brought about by himself, Xu Zisu shook his head helplessly.

"The young monk has one more question."

"Say."

"Where are you now?"

"Zi Mansion knows the sea."

really!

I am not in the Profound Core Realm, but was unexpectedly opened by external forces to the Zifu Consciousness Sea. Is this the chance?

Seeing that there was no trace of fear on Xu Zisu's face, but a bit more smile, Ji Li couldn't help but frown.

"Little monk, are you not afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid, but the monk will not die."

"Oh? Just rely on your spiritual consciousness?"

Xu Zisu shook his head. Naturally, he would not be relying on himself.Not to mention whether the old monk had any backup plan for him, let’s just say that the system will never let him die.Moreover, not long ago, he just got an opportunity.

He had three insurances, how could he die?
Otherwise, how could he make fun of his own life?

"The old monk wants to see what the young monk has up his sleeve." As he spoke, the golden light of the soul slowly engulfed him.

"Amitabha."

A Buddha's name suddenly sounded from his sea of ​​consciousness. Zen Master Jili, who was about to swallow him, suddenly stopped, and a wave of waves rose in his calm eyes.

"As far as the old monk knows, in the past 5000 years, you are the only monk who has been able to enter the divine realm as a mortal. It's a pity that he got greedy and went astray." A Buddha figure appeared in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and gradually revealed its appearance. It was not a long-browed crane. Fa, turned out to be just a middle-aged face. If one only heard the voice, who would have thought.

The middle-aged monk who appeared looked at Zen Master Jili with a complicated expression: "If you were born 5000 years ago, the old monk would definitely accept you as his disciple, but it's a pity that you were born at the wrong time!"

Zen Master Jili looked at the middle-aged monk with a calm expression, and shook his head helplessly: "It turns out that the great monk is this kid's trump card."

"It's just that the old monk asked this young monk to help him get rid of his troubles. Why do you think that this young monk has such a talent and no seniors?"

Facing the middle-aged monk's question, Zen Master Jili took a look at Xu Zisu, who was very calm. Maybe that was the case.

If you don't have any objections, maybe you can really live another life.
Now, alas...
Youyou sighed secretly and turned into little golden light and dissipated.

It's quite free and easy.

The middle-aged monk raised his hand and condensed the golden light that was about to dissipate into a golden bead the size of a grain of rice.

Xu Zisu looked at the scene in front of him with confusion. The middle-aged old monk explained: "These powers of the soul may be useful to you in the future. Let them be considered as rewards for the old monk and you."

After saying that, he disappeared into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Thank you so much, senior, little monk."

Opening his eyes, he was still above the turbulent river water. The dragon was still lying quietly at the bottom of the water, as if it was deafening.

A golden light flashed on the top of the tower, which was the Buddha Yun relic left by Zen Master Jili. Its spirit had already dissipated between heaven and earth.

[Save the dragon and gain [-] points of merit]

[Saving Buddha and Sangha, gaining [-] points of merit, and having thousands of great dreams]

Ok?
Xu Zisu was slightly shocked. Not only did he blame Zen Master Jili, but he also rewarded Dameng with thousands of magical powers.

It's a pity that it's of no use. Da Meng Wanqian is the power of the Yuanshen. To use it, you need to be in the God Transformation state. Although the Purple Mansion Sea of ​​​​Consciousness has been opened up by external force, it is still only in the Mysterious Pill state.

He glanced at the stone tower and turned back to the shore.

Kong Xin looked at Xu Zisu with a complicated expression, and then showed a wry smile: "The young master has hidden his secrets so well that he actually suppressed a Zifu Dragon Clan with the Mysterious Pill Realm. This kind of talent is probably rare in the world."

"Senior is wrong."

Before today, he had always regarded this young monk as his junior. After this battle, the two of them might become friends with each other.

As expected, monks outside the world cannot be treated according to common sense.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Xu Zisu hurriedly said his goodbyes and left. The core in his body was almost collapsed, and he needed to accumulate it as soon as possible.

Before leaving, he glanced at the place where Yuan Wanqing stood, but he had already lost his figure.

As members of the Dragon Clan, Yuan Wanqing's refusal to help can be explained by the fear of the Demon Suppression Division. However, when he hesitated, a message was sent to him to kill the dragon, and from now on, the Dragon Clan would not cause him any trouble.

This is somewhat meaningful.

However, he is not a fool. If he takes the dragon's karma upon hearing a word, he may be in trouble in the future.

It seems that even the Dragon Clan is not monolithic.

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(End of this chapter)