I just want to torture you to death, don't force me to beat you to death

Chapter 171 Zen Monk
basement.

The blood is diffused.

Bones can be seen everywhere on the ground.

The bones were small and easily identifiable as belonging to a child, no more than ten years old at most.

The bones were scattered on the ground, paving a path of bones.

In front of this road of bones is a huge furnace.

The bloody smell is permeating from this furnace.

In front of the furnace, a young monk was sitting cross-legged. Behind the monk were a dozen children, each of whom was protected by fluorescent lights and sleeping peacefully on the ground.

There is a purple alms bowl placed in front of the monk. The alms bowl emits light and forms a purple shield with the monk as the center.

"In another year at most, the energy of your alms bowl will be exhausted. I would like to see what you can do by then."

Wang Jiadong stared at the monk with a cold expression, because the monk's appearance had delayed the completion of his plan for several years.

The monk was silent, because this scene had been going on for two years, and the man in front of him would come here once every month and say something like this.

Wang Jiadong also expected the monk's attitude, but his heart was far from as relaxed as his face.

Although the monk could only last for a year at most, he delayed the plan. If the master blamed him, the Wang family would also suffer.

But what Wang Jiadong was helpless about was that this monk was very strange. Although he was not even strong enough to build a foundation, the bowl he took out was able to block his attack.

This alms bowl shrouded the monk's surroundings, and he tried all methods but could not get within thirty feet of the monk's body.

When the monk first appeared, Wang Jiadong was shocked, thinking that someone had discovered what he had done, but later he found out that the monk had arrived here by accident, which made him feel relieved again.

"Little monk, as long as you accept this alms bowl, I can let you go. Why risk your life for these useless children?"

Wang Jiadong opened his mouth to persuade. Although he knew that the possibility of the monk agreeing was very slim, he continued to repeat it.

The task assigned to him by the Lord was actually overdue.

He didn't know why the Lord didn't come as promised, but the Lord didn't come, which was good news for him. If the Lord found that he failed to complete the task after he arrived, with the Lord's character, I'm afraid the entire Wang family would be destroyed. No guarantee.

The young monk finally opened his eyes, and there was a depth in his eyes that belied his age: "The donor is already in great danger. If we can turn back now, it's still too late."

Wang Jiadong's face darkened, but then he smiled again. He came once a month, but the monk never paid attention to him. This time he finally spoke.

This is a good sign. As long as the young monk opens his mouth, he will have a chance to convince the other party.

"Little monk, to tell you the truth, this elixir was not refined for me, but for the master behind me. The strength of the master is beyond your imagination. My master is a strong person in the golden elixir."

In Wang Jiadong's eyes, a strong person with golden elixir is an unattainable existence.

This is indeed the case. Although there is only a big difference between foundation building and golden elixir, among a hundred late-stage foundation building monks, at most three to five can break through to golden elixir.

Not to mention that from the early stage of foundation building to the late stage of foundation building, it is a long process. At most, one of the five people who are in the early stage of foundation building can reach the late stage of foundation building.

"The Soul Pill is not helpful to monks. What are the people behind you doing practicing this pill?"

The young monk curiously asked, but Wang Jiadong remained silent because he didn't know why the master wanted to refine this elixir.

"Little monk, this has nothing to do with you. The Lord's thoughts are not something I can guess."

"Amitabha, since this is the case, I won't ask any more questions."

The little monk shook his head, and the moment the little monk shook his head, a red light flashed and pierced Wang Jiadong's chest.

The next moment, Wang Jiadong was horrified to find that a terrifying pressure came over him, making him unable to move.

"Master... Your lord?"

For the first time, Wang Jiadong thought that the Lord was coming.

He failed to complete the task assigned by the Lord, and the Lord took action against him.

Looking back, Wang Jiadong's eyes narrowed when he saw the figure appearing behind him. It was not his master.

The visitor was a young man.

"Pre... Senior..."

"If you don't want the entire Wang family to be wiped out, tell your Lord the truth. If there is even one lie, the Wang family will no longer need to exist."

It was Chu Ning who took action. He had previously felt the blood below through the puppet, as well as the bones of children in that place. There were thousands of bones.

Use thousands of children to make elixirs.

As long as you are a normal person, you will have uncontrollable anger in your heart.

When she first learned that there were immortal cultivators in this world, Chu Ning thought of the evil cultivators mentioned in some immortal cultivating novels who used living people to make medicine and elixirs.

But after so many years, he has never seen such evil cultivators. Even as an alchemist, he didn't know that such elixirs existed. He just put evil cultivators and demonic cultivators in the back of his mind.

In his opinion, there is no decent sect in the monk sect. Everyone fights for their own interests, so there are no evil or demonic cultivators.

Unexpectedly, he encountered it for the first time today.

Wang Jiadong looked a little embarrassed, but as Chu Ning raised his hand, he could no longer care about anything else and said quickly: "Senior...senior, let me tell you."

Although there will be no good consequences for betraying the Lord, that will happen in the future. If he doesn't say it now, his Wang family will be gone.

"I...I don't know what the Lord's purpose is. The Lord just asked me to capture the children and throw them into this furnace to refine the soul pill."

"After the soul pill is refined, I will be responsible for putting the soul pill into the teleportation array."

When he said this, Wang Jiadong glanced at the teleportation array not far from the furnace, where the spiritual stones were arranged.

"What is your identity as Lord?"

"I do not know."

Wang Jiadong shook his head, and then explained: "This is true. I don't know the identity of the Lord. I met the Lord when I was in the late stage of Qi Condensation. The Lord helped me break through the foundation."

In order to save himself and to convince Chu Ning, Wang Jiadong told the story of his acquaintance with the mysterious Lord.

Twenty years ago, Wang Jiadong was still in the late stage of Qi Condensation and had no hope of establishing a foundation because there were very few foundation-building monks in Soul Continent.

As for why they didn't leave Soul Continent, the reason is very simple. Not all monks want to improve their strength along the way.

Many monks have family plots and cannot abandon their families. Secondly, they are considered to be boss-level existences in the late stage of Soul Continent Qi Condensation. If they leave Soul Continent, their status will drop suddenly. Monks like Wang Jiadong cannot accept this gap.

Furthermore, going to other continents does not mean that you will be able to break through Foundation Establishment. Foundation Establishment Pills are valuable items in any continent.

Wang Jiadong chose to stay in the Wang family, but one day he met a strong man of golden elixir.

He couldn't see the face of the powerful golden elixir man. The other party just told him that if he did something for him, he could give him the foundation-building elixir and let him build the foundation.

Wang Jiadong did not refuse. Firstly, he could not refuse the temptation of building a foundation. Secondly, in his opinion, if he refused, the golden elixir strongman might choose to kill him and silence him.

After that, in accordance with the request of this mysterious golden elixir master, he began to collect qualified children under the age of ten and sent them to this furnace to refine the elixir.

"I don't know the name of this elixir, or even its function, but this monk told me that the elixir refined by these children is called soul elixir."

"Since you only know this, there is no need to live." Chu Ning raised his right hand, and in Wang Jiadong's disbelieving eyes, a ray of light shot out, piercing his eyebrows.

Wang Jiadong must die.

As for the Wang family, Chu Ning would not stay. He did not promise Wang Jiadong that he would let the Wang family go if he told him everything he knew.

It was not Wang Jiadong who captured so many children, but the entire Wang family was involved.

As for the Lord Wang Jiadong mentioned, Chu Ning had a guess in his mind.

The powerful golden elixir Wang Jiadong met was most likely the city lord of Shanyang City, which meant that these soul elixirs were refined for the city lord of Shanyang City.

"No, the Xuantian Sect is so eager to get Zheng Qingmin's jade slip, and the jade slip records Wanxiang Mountain. It is very likely that the place where the soul pill is used is what the Xuantian Sect is looking for."

Once one point is figured out, many mysteries will be solved.

The Xuantian Sect needs the soul pills refined by the Zheng family in Shanyang City, and there is a deal between the two parties. The marriage of the Xuantian Sect's young master to Zheng Qingmin is one of the deals.

However, the Zheng family was on guard against Xuantian Sect and did not tell Xuantian Sect where the soul pill was refined.

And I'm afraid not many people in the Zheng family know about this matter. It is estimated that only the lord and daughter of Shanyang City know about it.

The lord of Shanyang City died, and the only person who knew about it, Zheng Qingmin, was killed, so Xuantian Sect pursued him closely.

Putting aside these speculations, Chu Ning's eyes fell on this young monk. This monk gave him a very inconsistent feeling. He obviously only had the cultivation level of the late stage of Qi Ning, but it also gave him an unfathomable feeling.

This sense of disobedience is like that of a child who is still wearing diapers, but stands with his hands behind his back, looking out the window at the busy traffic, with an air of ecstasy.

In addition, the existence of Buddhism had not been heard of in the Hundred Cities area. Even on the map he looked at, there was no force related to Buddhism.

Buddhism only exists in some secular mortal worlds.

"Who is your Excellency?"

"Little monk Zenyi."

The young monk stood up, put away his alms bowl, and made a Buddhist salute to Chu Ning.

"These children from the Zen generation are grateful to the donor for their life-saving grace."

Zen one?

Chu Ning was a little wary. Generally speaking, those whose nicknames started with "一" were not ordinary people.

Nicknames are more indicative of a person's abilities than their names.

The name can also be said to be a wish of parents who hope that their children will succeed, but the nickname has been recognized.

The person named Long Aotian may not necessarily have the strength to deserve this name, but if he is nicknamed Dragon King, he definitely has the strength to decide life or death with a crooked smile.

The Buddhist dharma titles, nicknames and titles are also the same.

"Master Zenyi, you're welcome. If Master Zenyi hadn't protected these children, even if I showed up, these children would have died long ago."

Chu Ning said politely, and then asked curiously: "Master Chanyi came here because he knew that the Wang family was refining soul pills?"

"No."

Zen shook his head: "The young monk was just passing by this place, but he saw a bloody light rising into the sky. He stopped to investigate and found that the Wang family was refining soul pills. Unfortunately, the young monk was weak. Not only could he not save these children, but he was trapped here. .”

"The blood is soaring into the sky, why didn't I notice it?"

Chu Ning frowned. His consciousness, which was comparable to that of a strong person in the Golden Core Realm, could not detect the existence of the basement. How could Monk Zenyi see it?

"I am a Buddhist who has a clairvoyance. The young monk happens to have practiced this magical power, so I can see some clues."

Zenyi explained to Chu Ning that since it involved Buddhist magical powers and secrets, Chu Ning did not continue to ask.

"May I ask what this soul pill is?" This was Chu Ning's second curious question.

"The soul pill is made from the soul of a young child. Refining this pill is extremely vicious. The child needs to be thrown into the furnace and burned by the flames. The soul of the young child is not stable. If the body suffers disaster, the soul will leave the body. The souls of these young children with special physiques will be condensed together in the furnace to form an elixir."

Chanyi briefly explained the Soul Pill to Chu Ning, and Chu Ning smiled inwardly. The young monk was guarding him. He only mentioned the special constitution, but did not say what kind of constitution it was. The refining method was also described in general.

"Then what does this soul pill do?"

"It's useless to monks." Zenyi pondered for a moment and continued: "Soul pills have no effect on monks' spiritual power and souls, unless they are souls..."

Zen Yi's words stopped abruptly and he looked at Chu Ning with a tangled expression.

"Master Zenyi, if you find it inconvenient to say it, then just give up." Chu Ning saw the other party's confusion and smiled.

"It's not impossible to say that soul pills are only effective for soul cultivators, but soul cultivators have long been extinct and no longer appear in this continent."

Soul repair?

extinct?

mainland?

Chu Ning grabbed a few more important information points.

But it was obvious that Monk Zenyi had no intention of continuing, but looked at the teleportation array.

"What is the name of the benefactor?"

"Ji Yang." Chu Ning replied readily.

"The young monk is going to go to the Wanxiang Mountain. The reason why a furnace can be made to refine soul pills here is because of the specialness of the Wanxiang Mountain. If the young monk's guess is correct, there is probably a soul cultivator buried under the Wanxiang Mountain. I wonder if Donor Ji is willing to go down with the young monk?"

Chu Ning was silent. He didn't know the origin and strength of the soul cultivator, so he would not take risks in this teleportation array easily.

"I don't know much about this soul cultivation, so I won't go on."

Listening to Chu Ning's answer, Zen Yi smiled slightly: "If it were someone else, the young monk would not force it, but donor Ji is different. The young monk suggested that donor Ji go down with the young monk."

"Oh?" Chu Ning's eyes turned cold: "If I don't go down, Master Zenyi will force me to follow him?"

"No."

Zenyi shook his head: "Donor Ji, please don't misunderstand me. The young monk said this because the identity of Donor Ji is different."

"Why is my identity different?"

"The soul cultivator was destroyed at the hands of the Shan Sect. As a disciple of the Shan Sect, Lord Ji, is he willing to see the soul cultivator come back from the ashes?"

Chu Ning's pupils shrank when Zenyi said the word "Shan Zong". This monk was the second one to see through his identity.

The senior tree demon is the first, but the senior tree demon is just a guess, not 100% sure, and it is also because of the special relationship between the Shan Sect and the Caomu clan.

Is this Buddhist mind so powerful?
The most important thing is, even if the Buddhist mind is extremely powerful, how did this young monk know about the existence of Shan Sect?

"Hey, Donor Ji is not from..." Zen felt Chu Ning's cold eyes, and his face was surprised at first, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and a subtle smile appeared on his face.

"So that's it. The young monk thinks that Donor Ji should enter together with the young monk."

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