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

Monk Zenyi was playing riddles.

The corner of Chu Ning's mouth twitched, his expression became solemn, and he said: "Master Zenyi, the Miyu people have appeared."

"Miyu people?"

"Yes, these people really deserve to die." Chu Ning nodded, with an angry expression on his face.

"Donor Ji..."

"Master Zenyi, you must have the same idea as me."

Chu Ning looked at Monk Zenyi, who was a little confused: "Donor Ji, I don't know who the Miu man you are talking about is?"

"Master Zenyi didn't know. It shouldn't have happened. Those people should be in despair. It's really abominable."

Speaking of what happened next, Chu Ning was filled with murderous intent: "Master Zenyi will join me in killing these people later, right?"

"Amitabha." Zen Yi had to interrupt Chu Ning and said seriously: "Donor Ji, the young monk didn't feel anyone. Can Donor Ji tell the young monk in detail what a Miu man is."

"Miyu people are Miyu people."

This time it was Zenyi's turn to twitch the corner of his mouth, and his face looked a little anxious.

"Donor Ji, what the young monk means is, where did this Miu man come from and where is he?"

"Master Zenyi doesn't know?"

"Donor Ji didn't say that, how could the young monk know?"

These words were slightly angry.

Monk Zen Yi had a look of helplessness on his face. Benefactor Ji was half-sentence, but he didn't know what was going on.

"It turns out that Master Zenyi doesn't know. I thought Master Zenyi knew. Master Zenyi likes to speak half of his words, just like telling riddles, because he thinks others can understand. Master Zenyi must have this ability himself. "

Chu Ning suddenly realized, then shook his head and said: "It seems that I was wrong."

Zenyi: "..."

He got it.

This is an excuse for Donor Ji to say that he half-speaks, and the so-called Miyu people are the Riddlers.

Riddler be damned.

Donor Ji went around in a circle and scolded himself.

"It's the young monk who lost his temper."

Monk Zenyi smiled bitterly. He just broke the precepts because of his anger.

It seems that the Riddler really deserves to die.

"Donor Ji, the young monk didn't say too much because there are some things that he can't tell Donor Ji yet. I think Donor Ji should have been reminded not to reveal his identity as a disciple of the Shan Sect easily. If the young monk tells Donor Ji more things now, he will only give Ji some valuable information. Donors bring trouble.”

Monk Zenyi explained seriously: "If you don't know some things, it doesn't matter, but if you know them, it's different."

"If you believe it, there will be something, but if you don't believe it, there will be nothing?"

Chu Ning suddenly thought of this sentence. What the young monk said seemed to have similar meaning to this sentence.

"Uh... It's okay for Ji Shi to understand it this way."

"Since Master Zenyi said so, I won't ask any questions. However, Master Zenyi should always tell me why I want to follow you in. If Master Zenyi doesn't even say this, then I can only refuse. "

Monk Zenyi nodded: "Ji Shi asked, and the young monk will not hide it. The relationship between the soul cultivator and the Shan Sect is extraordinary. All the soul cultivators in the world regard themselves as affiliated with the Shan Sect."

Listening to Monk Zenyi's words, Chu Ning had a look of surprise in his eyes. Does Soul Cultivator still have such a relationship with Shan Zong?

Wouldn't it mean that soul cultivators are quite like the grass and tree clan like the tree demon seniors?

"Master Zenyi, you said before that soul pills are only effective for soul cultivation."

Chu Ning frowned and asked. Based on his understanding of Shan Zong, it was impossible for Shan Zong to be involved with evil forces, because this was inconsistent with Shan Zong's purpose.

"Amitabha, the young monk didn't make it clear. Although soul pills are effective for soul cultivation, soul cultivators cannot refine soul pills."

Monk Zenyi knew that Chu Ning had misunderstood, and quickly explained.

"The reason why the people behind the scenes are refining soul pills here is because there is the corpse of a soul cultivator down here. After the soul cultivator dies, there will be soul energy on the corpse. Without soul energy, the soul pill cannot be refined."

"Donor Ji is a disciple of the Shan Sect. Although this soul energy has no owner, it will not harm Donor Ji. If the people behind the scenes are no longer able to refine soul pills in the future, the best way is to let these soul energy drain away and dissipate, little monk I need the help of Donor Ji.”

"In addition to this, there is another reason. Because of the special nature of soul cultivators, in order to prevent the soul energy from the corpse from spreading out after death, many corpses of soul cultivators are buried by disciples of the Shan Sect."

Chu Ning stared at Zen for a long time, making sure that the young monk was not lying.

In other words, the soul cultivator is dominated by the Shan Sect, and the Shan Sect plays the role of burying the soul cultivator.

He understood what the young monk meant. As a disciple of the Shan Sect, if the soul energy of the soul cultivator's corpse was leaked, he had the responsibility to deal with this matter.

"Okay, I'll go in with Master Zenyi."

With Chu Ning's agreement, Zenyi had a smile on his face: "That's good, that's good."

"Donor Ji, please wait a moment for the young monk to save these poor souls."

Monk Zenyi looked back at the furnace with a look of unbearability on his face. Chu Ning nodded silently. He could feel the bones of dozens of children in the furnace.

"All living beings are suffering and will be reborn in bliss."

Chu Ning watched as Monk Zen Yi raised his right hand. The alms bowl was suspended above the dozens of feet of furnace. Golden light shot out from the alms bowl and enveloped the entire furnace.

Monk Zenyi sat cross-legged on the ground, whispered the Buddha's name, and the sound of the sutra was recited from his mouth.

Sanskrit sounds lingered, and the sound of scriptures fell in the golden light of the alms bowl. The originally boiling furnace began to slowly become stable as the sound of scriptures was put into it.

Listening to the sound of the scriptures, Chu Ning's expression became much more peaceful.

This scripture is extraordinary.

Chu Ning looked at Monk Zenyi. This man was only in the late stage of Qi Condensation, but the sutras he recited could affect his state of mind, which showed that this sutra was by no means a simple salvation sutra.

Transcendence cannot be accomplished in an instant.

"Master Zenyi, I'm going to finish the unfinished business."

As soon as the words fell, Chu Ning's figure disappeared on the spot.

Monk Zenyi was stunned for a moment. He opened his mouth slightly and wanted to say something, but Chu Ning was gone. In the end, he could only sigh deeply.

"Karma and retribution, natural cycle, Amitabha!"

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The royal residence.

"Elder, this time Lianfeng City only handed over four human elixirs. The disciples followed the elder's instructions and directly slaughtered all the cities that failed to complete the amount."

Rendan is what the Wang family calls those children who meet the requirements.

"Um."

In the mansion, an old man in the late stage of Qi Condensation nodded casually. Behind him were two women who listened to the words of the middle-aged man in front of them. Their pretty faces turned pale, and there was fear in their beautiful eyes, but their hands did not move. Dare to stop and continue waving the feather fan.

"Everyone from other cities has turned in their elixirs, and they have all been sent to the elixir cellar."

"Well, over at Lianfeng City, we will draw another 100,000 people from nearby cities and tell the new city lord that if they can't get the quota in ten years, they will massacre the whole city again."

Massacre the whole city.

The old man's words were light and airy, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

The middle-aged man in front of him didn't show much change in expression, because this was indeed a trivial matter to the Wang family.

Outsiders only know that the Wang family is huddled at the foot of Wanxiang Mountain, but the entire thirty cities around Wanxiang Mountain are controlled by the Wang family.

Those city lords were either members of the Wang family who changed their surnames, or they were subordinates of the Wang family.

"yes."

The middle-aged man responded immediately. The old man looked at the man who had not left yet and said, "What else can you do?"

"Elder, in addition to bringing back human elixirs, this disciple has also collected several beauties and is ready to honor the elders."

There was an expression of interest on the old man's careless face, but the faces of the two women behind him had sad looks.

"Send it to my yard."

The middle-aged man responded quickly, then turned around and left. However, when he was walking at the door, the man stopped again.

"what happened?"

The old man frowned, but the next moment his eyes shrank sharply, and the middle-aged man at the door dropped his head.

"who……"

The old man shouted angrily, but before he finished speaking, his head also fell down like the middle-aged man.

When the two women behind him saw this scene, there was no panic or fear on their faces. Instead, they showed happy expressions.

A few breaths later, there were screams throughout the Wang family's mansion. These screams came from the women who were captured by the Wang family.

Danjiao.

The ten Wang family disciples responsible for guarding the alchemy cellar all died mysteriously.

Chu Ning's eyes fell on the children in the yard. These children had dull expressions. No matter how screamed outside, their expressions did not react at all.

Looking at these children, Chu Ning sighed inwardly, but then he saw the women entering the yard, and a smile appeared on Chu Ning's face.

Most of these women are ordinary people, but a few are monks in the early stages of Qi Condensation.

Chu Ning did not show up. She raised her right hand and a few rays of light flew out of the storage bag and landed next to the female cultivators.

"Take the children away, this thing can keep them safe."

Three flying swords and several bottles of pills.

These elixirs can restore children's sanity. As for these three flying swords, they are all high-grade magic weapons. They can also be used by monks in the early stage of Qi Condensation, but they cannot exert their full power.

The three female cultivators were stunned for a moment when they heard the voice, then looked at each other and knelt down on the ground.

"Thank you, senior, for saving your life."

"Senior, don't worry, we will definitely take good care of these children."

Chu Ning's consciousness clearly scanned the three female cultivators, and the ambition in the eyes of one of them did not escape his consciousness.

Being ambitious is not a bad thing.

Chu Ning could also guess what this woman was thinking. She wanted to use these children to establish a relationship with this mysterious and powerful man.

If he can destroy the Wang family, he is at least a foundation-building monk. For the three girls in the early stage of Qi Condensation, they are unattainable big shots.

To survive with these children, one needs ambitious people.

"Go, I will visit you later."

Chu Ning's words were meant to give this ambitious female cultivator motivation, and as Chu Ning expected, after he said these words, the female cultivator's eyes flashed with joy.

Seeing these female cultivators leaving with their women and children, Chu Ning clasped his hands and saw boulders rolling down Wanxiang Mountain. The huge Wang family was instantly buried under the boulders and turned into ruins.

call out!

Chu Ning's figure penetrated these boulders and returned to the basement.

The basement was guarded by a formation. Even if the Wang family was destroyed, the basement was not damaged at all.

Monk Zenyi was still reciting scriptures, and Chu Ning's eyes fell on the teleportation array again.

This teleportation array is used by the Wang family to transmit soul pills. Judging from his current array skills, it can be seen that this is a one-way teleportation array.

The one-way teleportation array only allows one party to teleport toward the other side, and the other side of the teleportation array cannot teleport back in the opposite direction.

Regarding the destination of the teleportation array, Chu Ning also had a guess in her mind. It was most likely Xuantian Sect. The Zheng family set up such a teleportation array to prevent Xuantian Sect from finding this place.

Chu Ning's eyes flickered, thinking about whether to prepare a big gift for Xuantian Sect, but Monk Zenyi spoke over there.

"The souls of these children have been refined, and the resentment left behind is too strong. The young monk cannot transcend it, so he can only go to the place where the souls are buried to see if there is a solution."

Monk Zenyi smiled bitterly at Chu Ning. Chu Ning's consciousness swept towards the furnace. He could not sense this soulless resentment, but he could feel an uncomfortable energy in the furnace.

"Master Zenyi, what do you mean, you and I are going to Wanxiang Mountain now?"

"There is no need to go to Wanxiang Mountain. The entrance to the burial place of Soul Cultivator is right under the furnace. Otherwise, the people behind the scenes would not build the furnace here."

Monk Zenyi stood up and put away the alms bowl, made a Buddha seal with his hands, and shouted: "Open!"

With this sound, a hole was torn open in the ground below the furnace by a golden light, but strangely, the furnace was intact and did not suffer any damage.

This scene is like tearing apart another overlapping space.

Chu Ning looked deeply at Zen Yi and said nothing. After Zen Yi entered the hole, he stepped in after a few breaths.

"This... is not an ordinary soul cultivation."

After stepping into the entrance, Chu Ning felt a dead silence. Looking around, he saw circular apertures of different colors floating in the air, like large butterflies flying.

Darkness and aperture make up the entire space.

Ahead, above Monk Zenyi's head, the alms bowl hangs high above his head, and a golden light shield falls to protect it, preventing the approach and collision of these rings.

Chu Ning also activated the spirit armor on his body immediately, and a spirit shield appeared around him, but what made him relieved was that these flying circles of light did not come close to his body.

The young monk said that as a disciple of the Shan Sect, the burial place of the soul cultivator will not cause harm to him. He should be referring to this colorful halo.

"Donor Ji, every aperture here represents a soul. The method of soul cultivation is unique. It collects the obsessions of the dead souls, completes the obsessions for them, and then absorbs the power of the souls. Soul cultivation After death, these souls originally absorbed by the soul cultivator will turn into soul circles to protect the soul cultivator's body."

Chan Yi explained the current situation to Chu Ning. Chu Ning's eyes darkened. If Hun Cultivator followed this path of cultivation, it would really be similar to Shan Sect.

The Shanzong transformed his body into a mountain, and protected all the poor people in the world with joy.

The soul cultivator fulfills the obsessions during life for these obsessive souls, and after death, these souls guard the corpse of the soul cultivator. Isn't this a kind of alternative group to keep warm?

The souls of the dead are losers in a sense. Those who can have obsessions must not have died normally, so soul repair can fulfill their obsessions for them, which is to seek justice for these people.

Chu Ning understood what the little monk said about the relationship between Shan Zong and Soul Cultivator. The two concepts are actually similar. They are both on the side of the weak. It is no wonder that they can come together.

The two continued to move forward, passing through the aperture range in a quarter of an hour, and the surroundings also changed.

It was no longer pitch black, but a small mountain village appeared in front of them.

The small mountain village is built on the mountain and surrounded by green water. Before entering the village, the two of them heard the sound of reading aloud.

Chu Ning and Monk Chanyi looked at each other. There was a middle-aged man in blue shirt standing at the end of the village holding a scroll and looking at them with a smile.

"Zi Liang has met you two."

The scholar called himself Ziliang, and his eyes fell more on Chu Ning.

"Amitabha, sir, are you teaching people how to read and write in a mountain village?" Monk Zenyi seemed to be looking through the scholars into the village.

"Ziliang has nothing to do in his life, so he can only make a living by teaching. It would be better if he can make children enlightened and rational."

The scholar was very honest. Zen Yi and Chu Ning looked at each other, bowed to the scholar, and continued to move forward.

Soon, I met a butcher on the road.

The butcher had a long knife stuck in his chest, as if he didn't notice the two of them, and was just walking on the mountain road, saying to himself: "I earned fifty cents and three taels of meat today, and I can exchange fifty cents for my mother-in-law and children." The cloth can be used to make new clothes, and the meat can also be used to give the children a taste of meat. We have to leave quickly. I heard that there are more bandits recently, but if we don't take the mountain road, the meat will go rancid when we take it home. Damn this world. "

As we walked further, we saw a headless monk sitting cross-legged in the middle of the road.

"I will not avenge the people who killed my whole family. I swear I will not be a human being."

Monk Zenyi sighed: "These are the soul obsessions absorbed by this soul cultivator. Now these obsessions are here to protect that soul cultivator. If the young monk did not have this alms bowl, and if donor Ji was not a disciple of the Shan Sect, I am afraid that There was a fierce battle.”

Chu Ning remained silent and just moved forward.

There was a beggar who stole two steamed buns from a wealthy family. His legs were broken and he was left on the street to freeze to death in the snow.

A traveling doctor took pity on the poor people and went to the countryside to treat the poor. He was infected with wind and cold. The surrounding medicine shops looked on with cold eyes and refused to sell a cold herb.

There are women hooking up bars, there are traffickers and pawns...

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha."

Zen Yi kept reciting the Buddha's name along the way: "This senior is a very compassionate person, and all the people he cares about are poor people."

Soul cultivation uses the soul power of the deceased to improve oneself. The stronger the deceased is, the more energy it provides.

But along the way, there were all poor people, and the only monk was in the middle stage of Qi Condensation.

The soul power of a hundred ordinary people is not comparable to that of a monk.

Finish the road.

The two of them actually returned to the small mountain village. The scholar Ziliang was still standing at the entrance of the village, looking at the two of them with a smile.

"Amitabha, I don't care about this matter."

Zenyi seemed to have thought for a long time, and after saying this, his expression became extremely relaxed.

Chu Ning looked at the village through the scholar.

In the private school in the village, many children are writing at their desks.

On the pieces of paper, there were blood-red characters: "Blood debt must be paid with blood."

These children are exactly the obsessions of those innocent children who were taken to make alchemy.

This is also the reason why Zenyi cannot transcend the resentment in the furnace.

The first time Chu Ning and Zen Yi came here, they both saw the words written on the child's paper.

As Monk Zenyi finished speaking, Chu Ning smiled at the scholar. The scene in front of him dissipated, and darkness returned to the surroundings. A pair of huge red lanterns appeared in front of the two of them.