Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 627 He is indeed stupid, but you are smart?
In a dark room.

Master Zhikong tried to make his voice gentler, but the man covered his wet crotch and huddled in the corner. After answering a question, he couldn't help but look at the figure in the corner with fear on his face.

The young man in black shirt sat quietly on the wooden chair, his eyes wandering, seemingly absent-minded, but every tap of his fingertips on the table made the man tremble all over. Then he quickly turned his head and stared at Zhikong, wishing he could take out his heart to prove that what he said was true.

Shen Yi was not interested in Bodhi religion affairs.

The main thing is that I can’t understand.

He stared quietly at the altar in the crack of the wall, looking at the kind-looking rat-headed statue, and gradually fell into deep thought.

Master Zhikong is a practitioner comparable to a seventh-grade true immortal. If he were placed in Hongze, his status would be equivalent to another Shi Ren, who holds the power of life and death over countless lives, but his actions are as immature as a child.

In Shen Yi's eyes, it made him feel a little terrified.

the reason is simple.

Shen Yi found that after just one day out, he was slowly letting down his guard because of what he had seen and heard.

It is like refugees from a war-torn land suddenly pouring into a peaceful and prosperous era, and for a moment they don’t know whether the fault is their own or this prosperous era.

I can't understand anything and I can't figure it out.

Just like the statue in front of you.

Shen Yi knew a lot about the power of incense and vows, but he really couldn't understand why the evil spirits that Zhikong could personally hunt down, no matter how low their realm was, could not be lower than the Tao realm, right?
Such a powerful being went to the homes of the people in Jianyang Prefecture to preach alone?

He is not even as good as the river god he met in Qingzhou.

What effect can this little bit of incense and prayer power have on them?
Or maybe, what they are actually asking for is not the power of incense and vows... Shen Yi suddenly remembered the yellowish mist that Master Zhikong swallowed when he was begging for food.

Forget it. I will ask this Bodhi practitioner for advice when I get the skills.

Seeing that Master Zhikong had finished asking questions, Shen Yi stood up, stretched, gently rubbed the ring on his hand, and walked out the door slowly.

Now that he needed help from others, he finally decided to do his best.

After all, even though he has more than 20 million years of demon life on him, he can't just sit there and do nothing. Look at the world outside. It's not easy for him to earn some demon life.

Of course, we also have to look at the specific situation. If it is too dangerous, then forget it.

"He is indeed a habitual criminal. He is so shameless when he cheats people."

The female disciple of Ziyun Sect grabbed the jade token on the table angrily and muttered a few words in dissatisfaction.

Impersonating a messenger from the Divine Dynasty is something that not everyone can do, let alone being so familiar with it and having done it countless times.

"Say less."

The male disciple sighed. This aura was clearly what they had found with great difficulty. But now it seemed that Master Zhikong no longer cared about them at all. All the credit had been taken away by them.

They didn't ask for any reward, they just wanted to establish a friendship...Alas!

Unfortunately, the young man is obviously not a good person, so it is better not to offend him and just suffer a loss in silence.

"Please stay, donors."

Master Zhikong comforted the couple before chasing after them.

He first clasped his hands together to express his gratitude to the Taoist friend of Ziyun Sect, then quickly walked to Shen Yi's side, smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you, Immortal Friend Shen. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do. But pretending to be a messenger is a taboo. If this action brings any trouble, and the court comes to me, you can blame me for it."

"..."

Shen Yi glanced at the master with a little surprise.

He thought the other party would criticize him a bit, but he didn't expect that he was not inflexible and was quite loyal.

It suddenly reminded him of an old friend he met in Baiyun County.

"It's only right to do things for others when you get paid." Shen Yi retracted his gaze and nodded his chin.

"The people are all suffering and easily deceived. The fault is not theirs, but that of my senior brother." Monk Zhikong sighed and said as he walked, "My senior brother has achieved the status of a walker and wanted to work in the Immortal Court. Unfortunately, due to his ugly appearance, he was squeezed out by another senior brother..."

"In a rage, he stole the walker's position and sneaked down to the mortal world."

Monk Zhikong did not notice that when he mentioned the word "traveler", Shen Yi's fingers, which were originally groping for the ring, quietly stopped, and he directly forgot the idea of ​​contributing, as if nothing had happened.

After confirming your eyes, you are someone you can't afford to offend.

And from the sound of it, it's something related to the Bodhi sect, so I can't get involved in it.

Even if Shen Yi knew nothing about the outside world, he at least knew that Bodhi Religion was one of the three religions. In other words, it was one third of the Immortal Court.

"Master, may I ask, what is the practitioner's fruition position?" Since he did not intend to participate in the follow-up, Shen Yi simply asked in advance with a thick face.

"..."

Master Zhikong was stunned for a moment before he realized that the other party was an immortal without a master.

He just lacked experience, not being completely ignorant of the world. After hearing this, he knew what Shen Xianyou was asking for.

For a wandering immortal, this knowledge can only be gained after spending many years traveling to many places and doing hard work for the immortals.

Zhikong shook his head, turned around and handed an envelope to the two people from Ziyun Sect: "This is what the couple just gave me. With this, we can find the whereabouts of that person. Thank you for your help."

The two Taoist companions forced a smile and nodded, looking at the familiarity between the traveler and the immortal, they now just hoped to get some work in return.

After explaining the main business, Monk Zhikong turned around and tried to explain it in a more understandable way: "The so-called practitioner's fruit position is roughly the same as the Taiyi Dao fruit of the immortals. In terms of strength alone, it is comparable to a fifth-rank immortal official."

"In the Bodhi teachings, if you want to obtain the status of a practitioner, you must first become a disciple of the Venerable, pass the test, and after successfully obtaining the status, you can become a practitioner under the Venerable's seat... In our teachings, there is another name for such practitioners."

"He is called Luohan."

Shen Yi listened carefully and whispered, "How do we get the fruit position?"

In the land of China, it is extremely presumptuous to easily inquire about the secrets of the three religions.

But since Monk Zhikong was planning to talk about it, he had no intention of keeping it to himself: "Read the scriptures thoroughly, and experience the kalpas with peace of mind. The number of kalpas that need to be experienced varies according to the different levels of attainment of the practitioner."

"The seventy-two fruition stages, like the Dragon and Tiger Sutra that my senior brother stole, are ranked thirty-first. Even if one has a good character, one must at least go through eighty-one tribulations. The higher the level, the more tribulations are required."

"What is a robbery?" Shen Yi was like a child who didn't understand anything and didn't care about the embarrassment at all.

"One kalpa equals 129,000 years."

Monk Zhikong sighed: "When entering the world with a flesh body, there is no need to ask what the calamity is. When the time comes, the fruition will naturally be achieved."

"So..." Shen Yi's eyelids twitched, and he re-examined the monk in front of him: "Can you live for tens of millions of years?"

"How is that possible?" Master Zhikong opened up the conversation, no longer as reserved as before, and even rolled his eyes: "To survive the physical calamity, that's all old news. According to the elders in the sect, in the past, practitioners needed to find various ways to prolong their lifespans, or even reincarnate continuously, to accumulate the required number of calamities."

"As for now."

Master Zhikong took out a dirty cold steamed bun from his arms and chewed it with big mouthfuls: "Things in this world gather the power of all living beings. If we are willing to pray and suffer for the people, we can add the power of our wishes to our bodies and overcome the calamity of the heart."

"The mind is an empty thing, and a thousand years can pass in the blink of an eye."

After the words fell, Shen Yi finally felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

Many things that were not understood were suddenly explained.

Don't be fooled by Master Zhikong's mysterious words. To be frank, this group of monks were not satisfied with just enduring the time, so they racked their brains to find a shortcut.

It's just a tribulation. If I endure one hundred and twenty-nine thousand years alone, it counts as one tribulation.

Then I am strong, so I will suffer more and bear the suffering for those mortals. If one person lives for 500 years, then 200 people will be like a calamity. No wonder... these immortals are willing to stay quietly. They have the power to move mountains and overturn seas, but they are content to be rain praying messengers and children immortals in the Divine Dynasty.

What they call wish power is nothing but the imperial aura that envelopes the Divine Dynasty!

It’s just that some people rely on begging, while others rely on cheating.

Even after experiencing what happened in Hongze and seeing with his own eyes how Qinghua collected so many merits, Shen Yi could still think of a third, more convenient and more inhumane method.

He just didn't believe that other monks couldn't think of it.

"..."

Shen Yi slowly slowed down his pace, and a question suddenly popped up in his mind.

Can’t we finish eating all this royal energy?
If there were more travelers and immortals like them and they consumed all the imperial energy, would Shenzhou under the rule of the Human Emperor still have the same ruling power as it does now?

grandma's.

Shen Yi patted his forehead. He could barely protect himself, yet he still had the leisure to think about these things.

However, if he could get the Dragon-Tiger Sutra and attain the status of Dragon-Tiger Arhat, not to mention the Immortal Palace, wouldn't there be a chance that Zi Ling's problem would be resolved?

Shen Yi turned his gaze back to Master Zhikong.

Tsk, no wonder they all want to get close to the disciples of the three religions, this is simply an enormous treasure trove.

"Master Zhikong, we're here."

At this time, the Taoist couple of Ziyun Sect stopped in a desolate suburb. Under the cover of the imperial energy, the effect of their Qi-seeking technique was suppressed extremely poorly. The man even took elixirs to enhance his power before he was able to find them.

Monk Zhikong looked around and found that many people had gathered here, all with alert looks on their faces.

Especially after seeing a big bald guy approaching, many people looked at him with hostility, then stood up and left.

Monk Zhikong was not angry, but sat quietly on the ground.

When night fell, flames appeared and the four figures were gradually submerged in the sea of ​​people.

A slightly warm breeze blew from the hill, dispelling the coldness from everyone.

"The aura shines everywhere."

With a whisper, all the torches went out at once, but the surroundings became much brighter.

The crowd gradually stood up, and the gentle breeze from the mountains blew in, carrying with it bits of spiritual light that lingered on everyone's clothes.

"Grandmaster……"

The expressions of the two Taoist companions from Ziyun Sect suddenly became much more serious.

They looked at Monk Zhikong in surprise and doubt.

This is clearly an authentic Bodhi method, how can it be evil? !

What a joke! With the background of Ziyun Sect, they dare to pursue the big figures of Bodhi Sect?

"Don't worry, I swear on my life that I will never implicate you in this matter."

"Now that the person has been found, please leave quickly and don't get hurt."

Master Zhikong sat cross-legged. As he spoke, his tattered clothes began to ripple slightly, a layer of golden light slowly emerged from his skin, and his entire face became majestic without even being angry.

"Once I have dealt with this matter, I will thank you both very much."

In the faint fluorescence of the night, this thin body was as bright as the sun, shocking everyone around so much that they staggered back.

Hearing this, the two Taoist companions of Ziyun Sect felt a little embarrassed: "That's not what we meant... Hey, I hope the master will understand."

It is indeed impossible for them to offend another Bodhi disciple because of one Bodhi disciple.

What's more, when it comes to the fight between walkers, it is definitely not something they can join in on. To put it bluntly, they can be crushed to death with just one slap from others.

"Master, goodbye." The two turned around and left without any hesitation.

I even felt a little fortunate in my heart that a habitual offender had come out to steal the limelight. This kind of credit... should be left to this immortal senior.

"Friend Shen."

Zhikong stood up, pulled out a wrinkled manuscript from his arms, and handed it to Shen Yi: "You can go with us, thank you for your help."

"..."

Shen Yi took the manuscript without much politeness.

Just like what the boy from the land temple said, being a wandering immortal is indeed not enough to hunt down demons and monsters in the Divine Dynasty.

Given Master Zhikong's character, if a cultivator of his level stayed here, it would be a burden to him.

Instead of wasting time here, it is better to find a place to learn this technique as soon as possible.

Just by pretending to be a fake constable, he got the skill to break through to the seventh level. This outrageous deal may never happen to him again in his life.

"Take care, Master."

Shen Yi nodded slightly, turned and left.

After the three men walked away, Monk Zhikong finally felt relieved. He stretched out his hand and used spiritual light to protect the people here. Then he jumped up and turned into a golden stream of light, whistling towards the top of the mountain!

When he landed, he was already standing at the door of a dilapidated temple in the mountains.

The monk casually stretched out his hand, and a long round stick fell into his palm.

He raised his left palm and saluted towards the temple. The immaturity he had felt among the common people before instantly disappeared, and he looked like a god. "This is the third time that Zhikong has asked me to come back with you to confess my sins. This time, there really won't be a next time."

The temple was silent. After an unknown amount of time, a hunched and wretched figure finally walked out.

He was dressed in the same monk's clothes, but he had an ugly rat head and a very long beard, which looked a bit disgusting.

It slowly walked in front of Zhikong, raised its head, and sighed: "Look at your beautiful appearance, but you don't want to be an official in the Immortal Court, you are a fool."

"Senior Brother Lingguang." Monk Zhikong tightly gripped the long stick and took a deep breath.

In an instant, the stick fell from the air like thunder, but stopped the moment it touched the rat demon's forehead.

It’s not that the monk was kind-hearted, but the rat demon just sat on the ground casually. Not only did it not show any intention of resisting, it also put its five fingers on its forehead.

"My footwork is too poor, and I really can't beat you."

“There really won’t be a next time.”

"Because if you chase me again, I will make you feel guilty. I want to see how many lives you can bear on your shoulders."

The rat demon pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth, stared at Monk Zhikong with a smile, and said silently: "Stupid dog."

As the words fell, it exerted force with its five fingers and actually crushed its own head.

The whole body instantly turned into a clay sculpture and scattered all over the ground with a crackling sound.

"..."

Monk Zhikong stared at the pile of rotten rocks under his feet, turned around suddenly, and without saying a word, ran down the mountain like a madman!

(End of this chapter)