To cultivate immortality, one must have good luck

Kong Xian didn't want to talk more about this topic, so he changed the topic and asked Xiang Congyun instead: "Did you learn anything from this illusion of mine?"

Because Kong Xian speculated whether the disaster in Kuruo Temple was related to the monk named Ji Yuan in the illusion.

Cong Yun naturally understood what Kong Zhi meant. He smiled with his bright eyes, bent into an arc, shook his head and said to Kong Zhi: "When Zen Master Ji Shi was still alive, he suppressed countless Gu witch gods. Even if the Nirvana enters the world, If you follow the devil's path, you won't be able to make waves in this Kuruo Temple."

"Maybe after the incident at Kuruo Temple, Ji Yuan escaped from the Discipline Hall, and the resentment here became a climate."

"He should have been the one who stopped us just now."

Kong Ji thought about it and felt it made sense.

Zen Master Jishi is a person who even the royal family has to be friends with. He should be able to suppress a mere Ji Yuan with a flip of his hand.

However, Kuruo Temple has been closed for thousands of years.

How could a possessed monk live so long? Kong Ji was also very surprised and naturally wanted to ask Congyun for advice.

Cong Yun showed a rare expression of compassion and explained: "He is no longer a human being. Of course, he cannot be judged by ordinary people."

"As soon as the incident at Kuruo Temple is over, the young monk will go and rescue him."

This sentence was said by Cong Yun in an understatement, but Kong Jiang could hear his firmness.

At this point in their conversation, the two were speechless.

Kong Zhi watched Cong Yun take two steps and stood in front of the Buddha statue. He raised his head and looked at the face of the Buddha statue that had been eroded by time.

There was no emotion in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Kong Ji could roughly guess from his gently moving lips that he should be reciting some kind of scripture.

Kong Zhi listened for a while, but couldn't figure out the reason. After all, he had no research on Buddhism. He said silently in his heart: "Ji Yuan also chants sutras all day long, so it's not useless."

After Kong Chi witnessed the experience of Nirvana in his dreamland, he was mostly disappointed with the Buddha in the mouths of those monks.

As soon as he finished saying this, his expression suddenly changed and he let out a light sigh.

He felt that his spiritual energy was surging, and there were faint signs of flowing out of his meridians.

The Ice Soul Daoji in Dantian also trembled, and subconsciously emitted pulling power, pulling up the spiritual energy in Kuruo Temple and rushing towards the main hall.

Affected by Kong Ji's spiritual power, the temperature of the entire hall dropped sharply, and the ground and the Buddha statues were covered with a layer of white frost.

Seeing this, Kong Zhi immediately showed a strange look on his face and secretly said: "My cultivation has actually improved!"

His cultivation has reached the peak of foundation building silently.

There was no warning about this improvement in cultivation. According to his calculations, it would take another half a year for him to reach the peak of foundation building.

This was so unbelievable that Kong Ji was stunned for a moment.

However, after pondering for a while, Kong Jiang also roughly understood the reason why his cultivation level suddenly broke through.

"I think it has something to do with that illusion."

Although he was no more than a cup of tea in the outside world, in the illusion, Kong Jian had been facing the wall for ten years.

Deeply trapped in Ji Yuan's resentment and anger, he almost lost himself.

After resisting the erosion of the illusion, his cultivation was like the blade of a knife being sharpened.

It is natural to have diligence.

The change in Kong Ji's spiritual power was also seen by Cong Yun. He clasped his hands, looked away like a Buddha, and congratulated with a smile on his face: "Donor Kong is a blessing in disguise, congratulations!"

"Come on, I'd rather practice slowly." Kong Xian smiled.

Having said that, Kong Xian was already thinking about his next training plan.

Now that the foundation is at its peak, it is the best time to introduce the moonlight frost into the body.

Not only can he take this opportunity to break through the fetal light, but he may also be able to advance the Ice Soul Daoji at the peak of the Xuan level.

But the current situation is obviously not a good time for a breakthrough.

Kong Zhi glanced at the black mist that filled the surroundings outside the palace.

Although they did not attack again after they entered the main hall, the guy who secretly attacked them must still be spying on them.

Breaking through in this Kuruo Temple is no different than seeking death.

"We can only wait until we get out of Kuruo Temple before we can break through." Kong Ji secretly thought.

After thinking about it, he found a place in the main hall, meditated and adjusted his breath to consolidate his current efforts.

This main hall is fairly safe.

After getting out of here, there is no time for Kong Ji to meditate and adjust his breath.

Cong Yun understood Kong Ji's intention and did not urge him to move forward.

Instead, he held the relic and took a few more steps towards the Buddha statue in the hall, almost reaching the foot of the Buddha statue.

At the moment when Congyun was less than ten feet away from the Buddha statue.

The relic in his hand suddenly changed.

The colorful brilliance it originally emits is very weak, like the light it emits passively.

But the moment he got close to the Buddha statue, the brilliance of the relic quickly became brighter, and Cong Yun's face was reflected in a golden color.

At the same time, the Buddha statue was also illuminated by the brilliance of the relics.

The Buddha statue, covered with mottled marks, became transparent under the slightly moved gaze of Cong Yun.

A tall figure hidden in the Buddha statue was vaguely revealed. The changes in the relics could not escape Kong Jiang's perception.

Almost at the same time that it burst into light, he had opened his eyes from the breath adjustment. As his body twisted for a while, he was standing next to Congyun in the next moment.

Looking at the figure illuminated by the relic, he also looked solemn.

Being able to appear in Kuruo Temple, this alone is enough for him to treat it carefully.

What's more, it was still a hall that even the black mist dared not approach.

"Its existence may be the reason why the black mist dare not approach." Looking at the figure, Kong Zhi spoke to Congyun in a solemn tone.

While speaking, he had already looked up and down at the figure.

Although the figure was illuminated by the light of the relic, only an outline could be seen.

He seemed to have his back to the main hall, and his appearance could not be seen clearly. He could only tell that he was a male.

Even so, Kong Ji could sense a bit of breathtaking majesty from that outline, which made his body tense slightly.

Congyun pondered for a moment, turned his head to look at Kong Ji, and suggested: "Let's get him out and have a look."

Congyun came here to clear up Master Puhui's cause and effect, and to find out the truth, so he naturally refused to let go of any clues.

Confucius naturally has no objection to this.

Because when he looked at that figure, he didn't notice any danger, which was why he came over.

"Okay!" Kong Zhen responded. Without Congyun taking action, he directly hit the Buddha statue with his palm.

As his spiritual power vibrated, frost-white spiritual power poured out, turning into a palm print of condensed spiritual power in the air and hitting the Buddha statue.

Boom!

Accompanied by a roar that shook Kuruo Temple.

The Buddha statue shattered in response.

Broken stones scattered everywhere, revealing a corpse wearing a red five-clawed dragon costume.

Without the support of the stone, the corpse fell directly from the seat and fell in front of Kong Ji and Cong Yun.

"This is it!" Looking at the familiar red robe with five-clawed dragon patterns on the corpse, Kong Zhi's face immediately stiffened.

He couldn't recognize the identity of this red robe.

It was a five-clawed dragon-patterned red robe that only the nobles of the Tianqi Dynasty's first-level princes were qualified to wear.

When he was in Wudong, Prince Qingluan came from the Cangwu sect wearing this red robe.

It proves that the identity of the corpse in front of him must also be the prince of Tianqi Dynasty.

As for the prince who had connections with Kuruo Temple, apart from the old prince who came to Kuruo Temple with Master Puhui thousands of years ago, Kong Jiang could not find anyone else.

"Then how could the old prince die here!"

"Could it be that I'm in an illusion again?" Kong Zhi slapped his cheek hard twice. He was extremely cautious after having said it once. In order to confirm what he saw, he also asked Cong Yun beside him.

Cong Yun was holding the relic, with colorful lights flashing in his eyes. After confirming several times, he nodded solemnly: "Donor Kong is right, he is indeed wearing a five-clawed dragon pattern robe."

"He should be the old prince who once came to Kuruo Temple together with Master Puhui."

Congyun is a direct disciple of Xiaoleiyin Temple, and his Buddhist teachings are unfathomable.

Even he was sure of the identity of the person in front of him, and it was obvious that he was not an illusion.

Kong Ji took a deep breath and carefully looked at the face of the old prince in front of him.

Even though he was dead, his aura of power still remained, and his hair was gray and combed meticulously.

On the thin face, the bridge of the nose was high and curved, without the ferocious look before death, and the expression was peaceful.

Looking at him at such a close distance, the aura that still remained on his body occasionally drifted over, causing Kong Ji's spiritual energy to freeze slightly.

Kong Ji, who had dealt with Zhangsheng more than once, was sure that the old prince's cultivation level must be that of Zhangsheng.

"How is it possible? How could the old prince die in Kuruo Temple?"

"After he left Kuruo Temple, didn't he order the entire Kuruo Temple to be sealed?"

"Did he go and come back again? He was eventually killed here by the culprit of Kuruo Temple."

There were many doubts in front of him. In order to confirm the identity of the corpse in front of him, Kong Zhi muttered to himself several times. Under Cong Yun's surprised gaze, he resisted the palm pressure emanating from the corpse and stretched out his palm to touch the old man. The corpse of the prince.

"Donor Kong, what are you doing!" Cong Yun was still a little afraid of this corpse.

After all, the Kuruo Temple is weird and unusual. Maybe the body may have undergone changes after so many years of corrosion, which is not impossible.

"The Tianqi royal family, especially the princes who can reach the palm level, must be rich in the blood of the human emperor." Kong Zhi did not stop his hands, and while thinking about the old prince approaching, he explained in a low voice: "He is carrying a person. The characteristic of the royal blood is that their eyes have golden pupils.”

As he spoke, his palm touched the prince's face.

The corpse was cold, but there was no smell of decay. Kong Jiang suppressed the fear in his heart and opened his eyelids under Cong Yun's gaze.

Boom! Bright golden light burst out from the corpse's eyes.

Like two pillars of light, the entire hall was illuminated as bright as day.

Kong Ji's face was also illuminated golden by the golden light. He silently looked at the brilliance shining in the eyes of the old prince, and the last luck in his heart disappeared.

He said to Cong Yun in a slightly hoarse voice: "Wearing a five-clawed dragon pattern robe, there is someone with royal blood."

"He is undoubtedly the old prince." (End of chapter)