If I fail to overcome the tribulation, I can only return to the Ming Dynasty and become a prince.

Chapter 223
Although Zhu Di was curious about Qingtian Mr. Liu Bowen's killing of dragon veins, he also understood that this kind of thing was not something that should be asked at the moment.

Zhu Di's eyes moved, and then he asked Zhu Zhanyu, "Zhanyu, is this person reliable?"

Obviously, after learning that there were practitioners in this world, and that there were no practitioners in the Ming Dynasty except Zhu Zhanquan, Zhu Di became interested in the lama in front of him.

"Reliable? This old guy shouldn't be reliable. After all, he is Emperor Meng Yuan and a former monk of the Wusi Zang Sakya Sect. You should be able to understand the path they are taking by looking at these magic weapons on the ground." Zhu Zhan Yun didn't have a good impression of Dujia Ban. Although it was a tradition in Tibetan Buddhism to use human bones, flesh and blood to make ritual instruments, and they also practiced Buddhism, this was ultimately considered an evil path.

When Zhu Di heard what Zhu Zhankun said, he noticed the so-called "magical instruments" that were smashed on the ground. At first glance, they were all bones, small bowls made of leather, small drums and other things that Zhu Di either recognized or did not recognize. shape.

After years of fighting and exposure to Tibetan Buddhism, how could Zhu Di fail to recognize that these are all human things.

"What are these?" Zhu Zhanji on the side didn't know much about this, so he asked Zhu Zhanqi curiously.

Although Zhu Zhanji had restrained his playful nature somewhat as he was canonized as the grandson of the emperor, but seeing his own brother wielding a sword and flying into the sky like a fairy, some of his thoughts started to change. When I feel alive, I feel like I am eager to try.

Although I was just curious about these magic weapons on the ground at this moment, I also had the intention of asking if I could also practice.

Facing Zhu Zhanji's curiosity, Zhu Zhanjun did not stop him. He just looked at Dujiaban and motioned for him to explain.

Du Jiaban did not dare to neglect, and at the same time he did not think it was a big deal, so he introduced to Zhu Zhanji one by one the rosary beads made from the skulls of 16 believers, the small bowl made from the skulls of [-]-year-old girls, A small drum made from human skin skinned alive, and a bone flute made from virgin leg bones...

These things are nothing to Zhu Zhanchun. Even in the later life before he traveled through time, which had no supernatural powers at all, Tibet had always done this, until the sun rose and the red fire in the east burned out all the dregs of feudal superstition. Things just disappear.

As for the world of immortality?Those evil sect bosses spend more money than this. Zhu Zhanquan even saw a hammer made from five living monks. When it was thrown out to hit people, the five faces were in pain and only the skull and spine were left together. The old monk chants sutras at you and bumps you with his bald head. That kind of mental pollution is much more exciting than this thing in front of you.

But for a young man like Zhu Zhanji, it was a bit too exciting.

He was also brought by Zhu Di since he was a child, and he had seen scenes on the battlefield where people's brains were broken like rotten watermelons, and their intestines fell out and rested on the ground.

Even after Zhu Di invaded Nanjing and dealt with the remnants of Jianwen, Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Zhanquan, who were only a few years old at the time, had watched the scene where a group of people gathered to behead their heads.

Logically speaking, Zhu Zhanji would not be so unable to bear it.
Moreover, these magical weapons cannot be made by killing innocent people indiscriminately. These bones, skins and flesh need to be voluntarily donated by believers. "You want others to be killed voluntarily?" "Zhu Zhanji couldn't understand, and even felt sick in his stomach.

On the other hand, although Zhu Di was a little angry about this, he was able to control his emotions well and asked: "Zhanju, then this person should be killed?"

"It depends on what you mean, grandpa. If you feel that our court is short of a cultivator, it is no problem to leave him alive and let him change his family and give up these things so that he can be used by the Ming Dynasty. I have many means to discipline him." Zhu Zhan Yun also retracted his twelve hatreds at this time, and the twelve cold rays returned to an inconspicuous sachet around Zhu Zhan Yun's waist like a silver needle.

Zhu Zhanju withdrew the flying sword, but Du Jiaban still did not dare to make any rash move. He clearly knew how big the gap existed between himself and an Arahant master.

To put it mildly, Zhu Zhanquan used Twelve Hatreds because his hands were itchy when he saw the old monk throwing out a bunch of magic weapons. Otherwise, he could die even if he sneezed. He had almost exhausted his life span and oil The old monk is exhausted.

This can be regarded as the sorrow of practitioners when spiritual energy is scarce in the Age of Dharma. They do not have enough spiritual energy to support their cultivation, but will gradually decline due to the lack of spiritual energy in the world.

Just like an inflated balloon will deflate after being released, they who have lived for a long time will age rapidly in a short period of time because they have lost the support of their cultivation.

From the original practitioner with a childish face and fair hair, he became a mummy with broken bones and weak vitality and blood.

As for a Jindan real person like Zhu Zhanchun who can be free from dirt and dust, although it can indeed last for a long time, it is like a filled balloon placed in an environment where the air pressure is constantly decreasing. There may be no impact at first, and the volume may even increase, but eventually when the air pressure drops to a limit, the balloon will explode with a "pop".

However, for Jindan Zhenren who are strong enough and their own balloon is strong enough, they can try to carry it through, or they can go one step further and transform from a balloon into a bottle to survive this disaster.

As for Zhu Zhanjun... he is more like a broken bottle, but there is always a continuous flow of living water in the bottle, and the bottle will neither leak light nor explode.

Moreover, he was one step closer to breaking through the golden elixir and only had to survive the catastrophe. If he could successfully take that step, the lack of spiritual energy in the world would really have no impact on him.

Du Jiaban naturally knew what situation he was in. At this time, listening to the discussion between Zhu Di and Zhu Zhanchun, he hurriedly bowed to Zhu Zhanchun again and begged: "I beg you, Master, have mercy! This disciple originally transferred to the master's disciples. Praying and chanting sutras day and night to atone for the sins of past killings! Please also ask the master to show you a way to survive!"

"If you really want to atone for your sins, I won't be able to give you a way out." Looking at the pitiful look of the old monk, Zhu Zhanquan didn't have the slightest sympathy, but considering that the Ming Dynasty really needs practitioners to serve the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Zhanquan Zhan Yun decided to spare his life.

(End of this chapter)