Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 90

Ten months passed, and heavy winter snow fell again, which was even colder than last time.

Xu Zisu came out of the Zen room. There was silence in Dingyuan Temple. There was heavy snow on the branches, and there was half a foot of snow under his feet.

Although the monks in the courtyard are all villains, their memories were wiped away by Zen Master Jili. Otherwise, they would not be able to sit peacefully in the Buddhist temple. Rather than turning these people into walking corpses, it is better to be flesh and blood people. .

Therefore, he sent all these people to the Demon Suppression Department.

Now the huge Dingyuan Temple has become an empty temple.

It is unknown where the original monks were placed by Zen Master Jili.

After ten months of cultivation, Xuan Dan was stable and his injuries finally recovered.

He didn't intend to leave, there were nearly ten thousand volumes of scriptures in the temple that he hadn't read, these were the most precious treasures, and when he went out right now, he wanted to go to Jingtingxuan to eliminate the karma of the Dragon Clan.

There are still fluffy snow flakes floating in the sky, and scattered pedestrians are passing through the streets, all walking in a hurry while clutching their clothes.

Jingtingxuan,
The door was closed tightly, but there were still some dirty pieces of snow that had faded from the soles of the feet in front of the door.

Knocking lightly on the door, a voice immediately responded: "Coming, coming."

The door opened, and a rush of hot air hit his face. When the waiter saw it was Xu Zisu, a respectful smile appeared on his face: "Little master."

"Is your wife here?"

"exist."

"Ah."

Xu Zi smiled and nodded, walked into Jingtingxuan, and went straight to the second floor.

At the corner, a maid bowed and saluted him: "I have seen the young master."

"Donor, be polite."

"The young lady has asked the slave to welcome the young master here, and also asks the young master to come with the slave."

As the maid walked into a side room, the fragrant aroma greeted her. She saw that the fish, shrimp and other dishes on the table were still steaming. Of course, there were also several dishes of vegetarian dishes nearby.

After sending Xu Zisu into the room, the maid bowed and left.

Yuan Wanqing stood up with a smile and looked at him pointing to the wooden stool beside him: "Little Master, please sit down."

"Amitabha."

"The donor is quite thoughtful."

Xu Zisu smiled and sat down.

"I would like to propose a toast to the young master."

Xu Zisu shook his head: "The young monk doesn't drink wine."

"The cup contains not wine, but my aquatic nectar."

Aquatic nectar?

A flash of curiosity flashed in Xu Zisu's eyes. He took a sip and a sweet taste filled his tongue. After entering his stomach, he still had a lingering fragrance in his mouth. The most important thing was that it also had a faint aura, just like the drink in his previous life.

Yuan Wanqing asked with a smile: "How?"

Xu Zisu nodded: "It's delicious and sweet, and it lives up to its name."

"If you like it, young master, you can drink more." "Haha, it's okay to drink tea, but don't ask for it if you're too greedy. I'm here today, but I have a question to ask."

Yuan Wanqing seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and slowly put down her wine glass: "Excuse me, little master."

Xu Zisu stroked the wine glass in his hand and asked, "Is the donor a member of the Shengjiang Dragon Clan?"

"I am the daughter of Longjun Shengjiang."

The daughter of Shengjiang Longjun?

Xu Zisu looked slightly sideways, obviously a little surprised.

"It was my third uncle who was imprisoned under the pagoda by the little master a few days ago."

"Our Shengjiang Dragon Clan is divided into three lines. The first line is the Dragon Clan. They committed evil in the early years and were suppressed by Qingshan Temple in Songting Mountain. The second line is the Jiaolong Clan. They act more recklessly and serve our Shengjiang Clan. He has made many enemies, and the only Zifu in the clan was suppressed under the tower by the young master, making it difficult for him to make a living; and the last lineage is from the Carp Dragon clan, and my father is also in the Zifu realm."

"The benefactor has a good plan and uses the hands of the young monk to clear the obstacles for your carp and dragon lineage."

With just one water vein, three great demons from the Purple Mansion were enough to see how powerful the Shengjiang Dragon Clan was.
However, his suppression of the True Lord of the Purple Mansion of the Jiaolong lineage should be harmful to the Shengjiang Dragon Clan, because after all, he was a great demon of the Purple Mansion Realm.

"Don't be upset, little master. This Xuan Mizhu is the most precious treasure in my waters. It was given to the little master by my father. In addition, I, the Shengjiang Dragon Clan, promise not to cause trouble to the little master again."

Xu Zisu's ability to suppress a Zifu dragon is enough to prove his strength. Not to mention the forces behind him, rather than continuing to cause trouble, it is better to turn the conflict into friendship, and this Xuan Mizhu is not without the intention of making friends.

After all, although his Dragon Clan is strong, there is still some gap compared with Dajin Buddhism.

When Xu Zisu heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Xuan Mizhu?
Taoist treasure?

Then he shook his head, thinking that this bead was not that bead, otherwise the Shengjiang Dragon Clan would not have given it to him.

Xu Zisu took a bead that exuded colorful light, looked at it, and then looked at Yuan Wanqing.

Yuan Wanqing explained with a smile: "This bead allows the young master to swim smoothly in the water. In addition, the Xuan Mizhu is also a treasure that contains the spirit. If placed in the Purple Mansion of the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness, it can nourish the power of the soul."

Cultivating his soul, Xu Zisu's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Just these four characters can be called the most precious, but such a treasure, the Shengjiang Dragon Clan handed it over to him like this?
Looking at Xu Zisu's suspicious eyes, Yuan Wanqing smiled slightly: "My little master is extremely talented. This Xuan Mizhu can be regarded as a means for my dragon clan and my little master. If I need anything in the future, I hope my little master can help me."

"Secondly, there is not only one Xuan Mizhu in our dragon clan."

Xu Zisu nodded, it still makes sense. The rumors that the Dragon Clan has many treasures are indeed true.

Half an hour later, Xu Zisu left Jingtingxuan. The wind and snow did not stop, but became more urgent.

At the window, a beautiful figure looked at Xu Zisu's leaving figure, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He did not have to lie. The Xuan Mizhu did have the effect of nourishing the soul, but it was just that. The Purple Mansion had not been opened, so it was useless to use the Xuan Mizhu. If the Zi Mansion is opened, the Xuan Mizhu will be almost useless.

Therefore, Xuan Mizhu sounds like a sacred item, but after you actually practice it, you will find that it tastes like chicken ribs, is useless to eat, and is a pity to throw away.

Perhaps the only thing that is useful is the ability to swim underwater, but in the Profound Core Realm, as long as one uses mana to protect the body, the effect is not much different.

However, Yuan Wanqing just ignored one point, that is, although Xu Zisu was in the Profound Core Realm, he was opened up by external forces to the Purple Mansion of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and it could not be better if it was true.

In the Sutra Pavilion, according to what Yuan Wanqing said, the Xuan Mizhu was placed in the sea of ​​consciousness between the eyebrows. Suddenly there was a feeling of coolness, and the consciousness became much sharper.

A smile appeared on the corner of Xu Zisu's mouth, and it really worked.

Then he concentrated on picking up the scriptures on the case and started reading.

The snow outside the window stopped and fell, the scorching sun rose and set, and countless days passed in the book,
Xu Zisu, who was obsessed with scriptures, never noticed that there were a few beggars in the Zen room in the temple. In this cold winter, the deserted temple was no longer enough to shelter from the cold. There were many beggars who died of cold and hunger. In the face of life, all fears are just paper tigers. .

······
(End of this chapter)