Myths and Dharma, starting from Erlang Shen

Chapter 444: Golden Immortal
"why?"

Before his soul flew away, the Taoist priest in red looked at the Taoist priest in black and the Taoist priest in green for the last time.

Why attack him?
"One monk has water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, and three monks have no water to drink. Don't you know such a simple truth?" The Taoist in green sneered.

Jade Ding Zhenren's Immortal-Slaying Sword and the three magic weapons of the four generals of the Demon Family, these things are all first-class treasures.

If there is one less person to share, then of course there is one less person to share.

What's the point of keeping it if you don't have the strength?
When the Taoist in red heard this, he realized what was going on. The two of them must have arrived a long time ago, but saw him fighting with Ji Ren and wanted to consume Ji Ren's strength, so they had not shown up for a long time. Now that they saw that he had finally defeated Ji Ren and Ji Ren had used up all his trump cards, they came out to reap the benefits.

When he was dying, he looked at them with great hatred and said, "You will definitely follow in my footsteps."

One monk has water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, and three monks have no water to drink.

In the end, there will be only one person left.

After saying this, the Taoist priest in red’s soul flew away, turned into ashes, and disappeared from the world.

Hearing the curse from the Taoist priest in red, the Taoist priests in black and green did not take it seriously at all. They smiled at each other, and then simultaneously turned their gazes to Ji Ren.

"Boy, I helped you kill your enemy, shouldn't you thank me?" The Taoist in green looked at Ji Ren and said.

"When dogs bite each other, both get a mouthful of fur." ​​Ji Ren sneered.

"Boy, your attitude is wrong. This is not the way you should treat your benefactor. Without us, you won't be able to take revenge. Just cooperate with us and find out where Yang Jian's image is and where those treasures are. This way it will be good for all of us. Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you don't have much vitality now. You are too weak and don't understand what an immortal is. Even if you die now, I can extract your soul and make you suffer for generations to come, without you ever being able to reincarnate." The Taoist in black sneered.

"Life and death are determined by fate. If I were as useless as you, I would not be able to condense the image of Erlang Shen. By the way, you can't condense it, so you don't understand." Ji Ren sneered.

He has been tortured for generations, so let's test his limits.

This may not even be a bad thing for him. Although it is a punishment equivalent to the eighteen levels of hell, as long as he is alive, there is still hope. After all, he still has a master.

"Heihu, your threats are useless. You don't understand people. Just look at how much this kid cares about the mortal on the ground, and you know that this mortal is very important to him. We can use the soul-searching technique to capture this man's soul and torture him in front of this kid, isn't that enough?" The Taoist in green said with a smile.

"Yes, you are right. That's how it should be. Boy, aren't you very loyal and righteous? I would like to see if the treasure is more important than your adoptive father. I would like to let you watch with your own eyes that your adoptive father is beaten to death." The Taoist in black laughed.

“You can try it.”

After the Taoist in black finished speaking, a casual voice suddenly came from the void.

The Taoist priests in black and green immediately changed color. They had already covered the surroundings with their spiritual thoughts, but did not find anyone.

So it means that there are people with higher cultivation than them who have entered here.

But how is it possible that there are people in this mortal world whose cultivation is higher than theirs?

Ji Ren also opened his eyes wide, his intuition told him that he might be able to survive.

As everyone looked, they saw the space fluctuate in the void, and the figure of a middle-aged Taoist slowly emerged.

The Taoist priest was tall and slender, wearing a khaki-colored Bagua Taoist robe. He had a kind face and held a whisk in his hand. He looked like an immortal, making people feel like they were bathed in the spring breeze. He began to chant, "No need to ride a horse or sail a boat, you can travel freely in all corners of the world. The world is here in a moment, and the rotten stones and withered pines are just one autumn."

Upon hearing this, Ji Ren’s eyes widened immediately, as these words were from a poem by Yun Zhongzi, the most virtuous and most virtuous golden immortal of the Chan school.

So the one who came was Yun Zhongzi, the Golden Immortal of the Chan sect!
This life is back!

The Taoist in black and the Taoist in green immediately flew in two directions.

They did not recognize the man's identity.

But to travel through space so casually, even if the space in the mortal world is far less solid than that in the fairy world, one must at least be a Xuanxian, and the even more terrifying Jinxian is not impossible. No matter which one it is, it is definitely not something that the two of them can handle.

"Why are you flying so fast? It seems as if you can really escape." Watching the Taoist in black and the Taoist in green escape, the Taoist in yellow did not chase them. Instead, he shook his head slightly and sighed softly.

Without making any other movements, he just sighed, and the void around him shook. The two Taoists, whose magical powers were no less than that of the Taoist in red, or even better, stopped in mid-air in Ji Ren's sight. Their bodies trembled, and then they turned into ashes and disappeared into smoke, their bodies and souls annihilated.

At the same time, a large amount of luck dragon crystal fell.

When the Taoist in yellow saw this, his eyes immediately lit up. He waved his sleeves and collected all the Dragon Crystals of Luck in his sleeves.

Ji Ren was stunned when he saw this scene. He knew that this battle would be easy.

But I never expected it to be so easy.

It couldn't even be considered a fight. Ji Ren couldn't even tell what magical powers he used. The two Taoists, whom he couldn't defeat with all his strength, were reduced to ashes just like that.

Is this the Golden Immortal?
Really powerful.

"Little nephew, don't be surprised. They are just two minions. I don't think they are even qualified to enter the gate of the Green Tour Palace. When you go to the heaven, listen to your master's teachings once or twice. Killing these people will be a matter of a snap of the fingers."

After collecting the Dragon Crystal of Fortune, the Taoist in yellow clothes floated down.

"Thank you, Master." Upon hearing this, Ji Ren forced himself to stand up and salute the Taoist in yellow.

The Chan sect attaches great importance to rules, and the Taoist in yellow saved his life, so etiquette cannot be abolished.

"Okay, you don't have to be so polite. If something goes wrong, your master will find trouble with me. You are unlucky. You are only a half-immortal, but you have encountered those three scums of Jiejiao. However, you have been able to hold on until now in the face of the three of them. You have done a good job." The Taoist in yellow came to Ji Ren with a smile, supported Ji Ren, and then took out a bottle of elixir from his arms and said, "You are lucky, kid. Your master was injured, and he brought a lot of elixirs when he came this time, which just happened to be enough to treat you."

As he spoke, the Taoist in yellow opened the medicine bottle and took out a pill. Immediately, a refreshing fragrance wafted out. "Come on, open your mouth."

Ji Ren cooperated by opening his mouth, and the Taoist in yellow fed him the pill. Ji Ren immediately felt a warm and powerful force surging, and the vitality that was overdrawn due to the forceful use of the power of time was also replenished. His white hair turned black again and his complexion became rosy.

After a while, Ji Ren felt that his condition was much better than before, and he had made a small breakthrough in his realm.

"Thank you, uncle." After recovering, Ji Ren thanked the Taoist in yellow.

If the Taoist priest in yellow had not come this time, not only would he have been killed, but even Earl Weiyuan would have been beaten to death.

"It's okay. I received a message from your master. He said he has accepted a new disciple who is very smart. Let me test you. Can you guess my identity?" The Taoist in yellow looked at Ji Ren and said.

"Excuse me, are you Uncle Yun Zhongzi?" Ji Ren asked.

Hearing Ji Ren's guess, the Taoist in yellow suddenly smiled, as if an old chrysanthemum was in full bloom, and said, "Yes, I am your Uncle Huanglong!"

"what?"

When Ji Ren heard the answer from the Taoist priest in yellow, his eyes widened.

What did you say was good?

You are Huanglong Zhenren, so how do you recite Yun Zhongzi's entrance words?
“That’s right. I am the third disciple of your grandmaster, the most respected and trusted senior brother of your master, the guide on the path of cultivation, the embodiment of wisdom and virtue, and the Immortal Huanglong of Magu Cave in Erxian Mountain.” Immortal Huanglong flicked his sleeves slightly and raised his head, with a light breeze blowing past him, showing the demeanor of a grandmaster.

Ji Ren opened his mouth and started to complain without knowing where to start.

Finally, the only thing left in his mind was Jade Ding Zhenren's evaluation of Huanglong Zhenren.

"Your uncle Huang Long has an impatient temper, can't keep secrets, and lacks wisdom."

Looking at the uncle in front of him, Ji Ren gave his master a thumbs up.

(End of this chapter)