I, the Wudang junior master, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 242 The Imperial Palace of the Great Song Dynasty, Hell on Earth!
A few days flew by.

Wudang Mountain, Tianzhu Peak, on the platform of the Tree of Life tree house, Gu Changfeng slowly opened his eyes.

After feeling the condition of the golden elixir in his dantian, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Sure enough, it is more comfortable to practice in Wudang Mountain."

"If I have the support of the Super Spirit Gathering Array, I will be able to advance to the middle stage of the Golden Core in about two or three months at this rate. I may even reach the late stage of the Golden Core in half a year to a year!"

"Next, perhaps I should consider breaking the elixir and becoming an infant, and surviving the heavenly tribulation."

"The heavenly tribulation of breaking through the Nascent Soul stage will undoubtedly be stronger than the heavenly tribulation of breaking through the Golden Core stage. We must make some preparations this time. At least we need to collect some treasures that can reduce the damage of the heavenly tribulation."

Thinking about the heavenly tribulation, Gu Changfeng's expression suddenly changed, as if he had thought of something.

'I remember when Lao Zhang was condensing his golden elixir from martial arts, even the calamity cloud appeared, but it collapsed in the end. It seems very abnormal!'

With this thought in mind, Gu Changfeng felt more and more that something was wrong.

'First, I need to understand how the calamity came about.'

'According to many novels in my previous life, all worlds have the will of heaven, and its function is to maintain the operation of the entire world and prevent the rules that make up the world from being broken.'

'The immortal cultivators go against the will of heaven and plunder everything. Once they achieve something, their life span will often reach an extremely terrifying level, and the process will consume a large amount of resources.'

'As the saying goes, the way of heaven is to take away the excess and make up for the deficiency. The purpose of the heavenly tribulation is to prevent the cultivators from continuing to advance.'

"Does the Kyushu world also have Heavenly Dao? Or is there something similar to Heavenly Dao that keeps the entire world running?"

"As we all know, when a powerful earthly immortal dies, it is like a whale falling from the sky, and blood rain will fall from the sky, which will feed back all the essence of the warrior to the entire Kyushu continent. Gu Changfeng has experienced this several times."

"What's more, the resources consumed by warriors in their training are much smaller than those consumed by immortal cultivators. There is no such thing as plundering the world's resources."

'Then why would even a warrior who breaks through to the Earthly Immortal level encounter a heavenly tribulation?'

Gu Changfeng frowned, feeling that his thinking had reached a dead end, as if his eyes were covered by a layer of fog, making it difficult for him to see the truth.

Suddenly, Gu Changfeng slapped his thigh, stood up from the rocking chair, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"wrong!"

"When I was going through the tribulation, not only did the final strange red lightning appear, but also the shadow of the Jiuzhou Ding."

"And the Jiuzhou Ding was artificially forged by the ancient Yellow Emperor!"

"It can actually appear above the calamity cloud, which means there must be some kind of connection between the two. It may even be because of the Jiuzhou Ding that the strange red lightning appeared in the end!"

"That is to say, the Jiuzhou Ding is affecting the heavenly tribulation!"

hiss! ! !
Gu Changfeng couldn't help but take a breath, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

It is hard to imagine what kind of existence the other party is who can influence the heavenly calamity.

Even at this moment, Gu Changfeng was doubting whether the ancient Yellow Emperor was dead or not.

If the other party is not dead, then what role does he play now?
Gu Changfeng slowly sat back in the rocking chair, and his mood could not calm down for a long time.

There are very few records about the ancient Yellow Emperor in various reference books, and there is no record at all about the Jiuzhou Ding. It was accidentally obtained by Gu Changfeng from the memory fragments in the Xuan-Yuan Sword.

Even the existence of Chi You was learned through Lao Zhang.

But now it seems that Gu Changfeng feels that everything about the ancient Yellow Emperor seemed to have been deliberately erased by someone.

Such behavior obviously means that he is hiding something.

"What was the scene like in ancient times?"

"Is the Yellow Emperor dead or alive?"

All kinds of questions emerged in Gu Changfeng's mind, making him feel more and more uneasy.

He took a deep breath, activated the mental tempering technique, and waves of pain came from deep within his mind.

Gu Changfeng used this method to force himself to calm down.

After a cup of tea, his eyes became firm.

“The anxiety and restlessness are all because I am not strong enough.”

"As long as I am strong enough, I can crush him no matter who the ancient Yellow Emperor is or who is the mastermind behind the scenes."

"So the root of everything still lies in strength!"

"I was in a state of confusion before, but as the saying goes, when the enemy comes, the general will stop him, when the water comes, the earth will cover it, and when the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally straighten itself out. Why bother to dwell on those things that I can't figure out?"

"Now, all I need to do is one thing, become stronger!"

In an instant.

He seemed to hear a clicking sound coming from between his eyebrows, which instantly made Gu Changfeng feel clear-headed and relaxed all over. The range of his spiritual awareness also increased from fifteen miles to twenty miles.

Gu Changfeng understood that this was because he had broken through the demonic barrier and achieved a breakthrough in his mental strength.

He immediately closed his eyes and entered into deep training.

at the same time.

Inside the gate of the capital of the Song Dynasty.

Zen Master Miaodi looked at the bustling scene of people coming and going, but a trace of doubt emerged in his heart.

At first glance, these people seemed normal; some were setting up stalls, some were strolling around, but no one was talking.

The entire street was filled with the sound of footsteps of passers-by.

Obviously, this scene is extremely abnormal.

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded, interrupting Master Miao Di's thoughts. "Brother Miao Di, I was in seclusion just now to comprehend the Buddha's teachings and forgot the time. It is my fault for making you wait for so long."

Miao Di turned around and saw a monk in his early sixties, wearing moon-white robes and with a kind face, walking towards him.

He quickly raised one hand in front of him and chanted a Buddhist name.

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Xuantian, you are too kind."

"Brother is a powerful person at the level of Earthly Immortal, and he is also in charge of Southern Shaolin. It is only right for me to wait for a while."

Xuantian smiled and made a gesture of invitation to Miaozhi.

Half an hour later.

Outside the Imperial Palace of the Great Song Dynasty, Zen Master Miao Di looked at the towering palace gate with a look of surprise and asked Xuan Tian beside him.

"Brother Xuantian, why did you bring me to the Great Song Palace instead of taking me to the Southern Shaolin Sect?"

Xuantian smiled and did not directly answer Master Miaodi but pointed to the palace gate.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother Miao Di. You will know after you go in."

Zen Master Miao Di was completely confused, but he needed a favor from someone at the moment, and with Xuan Tian accompanying him, he had no choice but to put aside his doubts and strode towards the palace gate.

As he walked, Zen Master Miao Di felt more and more that something was wrong.

There are many guards, palace maids and eunuchs in the palace.

They each performed their duties, and the palace maids and eunuchs were in extremely neat formation, but apart from the sound of footsteps, no other sound was heard. It was as quiet as a dead city.

When Zen Master Miao Di looked closely at the expressions on the faces of a group of palace maids passing by, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

There are ten people in this team, but the expressions on everyone's faces are exactly the same, as if they were cast from the same mold.

Not only that.

The expressions on these people's faces were exactly the same as the expressions on the faces of the pedestrians he saw on the street in the capital of the Great Song Dynasty!
Suddenly, a four-character adjective emerged in Master Miao Di’s mind.

The Walking Dead!

He instinctively wanted to ask Xuantian beside him, but when he saw the smile on the other's face that had not changed at all, Master Miaodi was shocked and quickly swallowed his words back.

Although Xuantian's expression was different, showing a smile, how was his stiffness different from those he had seen along the way?
Weird, it’s really too weird!

Master Miaodi, who thought he had seen the world, was really panicked at this moment, not knowing what situation he would face.

Tap tap tap! Tap tap tap!
Accompanied by the sound of mechanical footsteps, after an unknown amount of time, Master Miao Di felt someone pulling his sleeve.

He turned around and found it was Xuantian.

Xuantian still had a smile on his face, and with his other hand he pointed to the magnificent Golden Palace in front of him and reminded him.

"The Buddha is inside, you can go in by yourself."

Lord Buddha?

Zen Master Miao Di simply thought there was something wrong with his ears.

Who is the Buddha?

He is the strongest of the Northern and Southern Shaolin combined!
According to Bodhisattva Guangmu, the other party's strength has definitely reached above the eighth level of Earthly Immortal!

As to what realm he has reached, no one knows.

He has been in charge of Southern Shaolin for thousands of years, and even people at the Bodhisattva level find it extremely difficult to see him. He is truly a dragon that can only be seen from the head but not the tail.

And how could a strong man of this level possibly meet me in person?

According to Miao Di's thoughts before coming, the most he would be able to do on this trip is to meet Xuantian, the abbot of Southern Shaolin. There is even a high probability that the other party would only send someone like the elder of Luohan Hall who is at the same level as himself.

He really never expected that the Buddha would meet him in person!

Thought of here.

Zen Master Miao Di was filled with excitement.

In the excitement, all the doubts in my heart were washed away.

He even overlooked the fact that the Buddha received him in the Jinluan Palace of the Great Song Dynasty instead of the Southern Shaolin Temple.

Now all he could think about was that if he could get some advice from the other party, it would definitely be an extremely valuable opportunity for a warrior like him who was stuck in the state of unity between man and nature. It would be more likely that he would break through the shackles and soar into the sky!
After slightly tidying up his monk's robes, Master Miaodi looked solemn and walked up the stairs with a pilgrim mood.

The two guards at the entrance of the Golden Palace stood straight, their eyes fixed on Zen Master Miaodi, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

But compared to the excitement in my heart at this moment, those discomforts were quickly forgotten.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Golden Throne Hall, Master Miaodi took a deep breath, stretched out his hands and pushed open the door of the Golden Throne Hall.

moment.

Zen Master Miao Di's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, his entire eyes were filled with blood, and his brain went blank in an instant!
Immediately afterwards, Zen Master Miao Di started coughing violently.

Immediately, his stomach churned and he couldn't help but bend over and vomit.

If someone was standing outside the Golden Palace at this time, they would be able to see Master Miao Di through his bent waist.

The floor of the Golden Throne Hall was littered with all kinds of broken limbs, blood and internal organs were scattered all over the ground and the walls, and white, fleshy maggots were crawling all over them.

At this moment, the four-word adjective appeared in Master Miaodi's mind again.

Purgatory on earth!

(End of this chapter)