Journey to the West: Don’t mess with that monster

"Impossible! I have been living with the old man since I can remember...!" said the little Taoist boy a little excitedly.

Zhang Qingdi saw that his expression didn't seem fake, so he stopped provoking him. He just said, "If that's the case, then this matter is interesting!"

Seeing the little Taoist boy's unbelievable look, he didn't find it interesting at all.

"Is it possible that you saw it wrong?"

“You like to sneak beans while you’re meditating.

You have a pornographic picture book hidden behind the statue of the Three Pure Ones, and you like the proprietress of the wine shop in the town because of her legs..."

"I believe it! I believe it!" the little Taoist boy shouted to stop them.

"You have a very unique hobby, kid." Zhang Qingdi said with a smile.

The little Taoist boy blushed with shame when he heard this.

“It’s nothing for a young boy to be curious about these things.

But at this time, you still have to focus on your cultivation, so that you can pursue the woman you like in the future. "It was rare for the Qing Emperor to enlighten the little Taoist boy.

"I understand..." the little Taoist boy nodded.

I have become a ghost myself, what future is there?

"Then what should we do now?" the little Taoist boy asked.

"This matter is very interesting, I naturally have to find out." Zhang Qingdi accepted Zhong Shan.

Once the statue was shattered, the river was completely suppressed by Zhang Qingdi.

Zhang Qingdi helped the little Taoist boy fulfill his wish. After picking up the two statues, Zhang Qingdi took the little Taoist boy back to the small temple.

By this time it was completely dark.

The little Taoist boy asked Zhang Qingdi, "I still don't know what your name is?"

"My name is Zhang Qingdi!"

The little Taoist boy was secretly shocked, thinking that this name was really grand.

But then I thought again, this person's ability can definitely overshadow this name.

"My Taoist name is Tiandu! Immortal Zhang, how can I investigate this statue?"

"The statue is not the key." Zhang Qingdi shook his head.

As he spoke, he led the little Taoist boy into the Sanqing Temple, and Emperor Zhang Qing bowed to the Sanqing.

"Uncle Master, Second Uncle Master, Master, if you hear this, please block this place. I always feel like someone is watching us here." Zhang Qingdi said but there was no reaction.

"Are they your teachers?" the little Taoist boy asked in surprise.

Zhang Qingdi nodded, but he was surprised that none of the three responded...

After a while, the little Taoist boy asked, "Great Immortal, can you tell me the story of the Three Pure Ones?"

"You worship them, but have you never heard of their legends?" Zhang Qingdi asked puzzledly.

"As far as I can remember, the old man only told me that they were the Three Pure Ones. But he never said anything else about them."

Zhang Qingdi frowned slightly upon hearing this, "There is no record of them in the Taoist scriptures you read?"

"No." The little Taoist boy shook his head.

"Then how do you know Pangu?" Zhang Qingdi asked again.

"I also heard it from the old man." replied the little Taoist boy.

Zhang Qingdi's body flashed with lightning, and he used teleportation to try to leave here. But at this time he found that he was trapped on this mountain.

He couldn't leave here at all at this time!

"what happened?"

"Nothing." Zhang Qingdi knew that if he couldn't figure this out, he might not be able to leave here.

The little Taoist boy didn't know how to help Zhang Qingdi for a moment, and he sat on the cushion with a sad face.

Zhang Qingdi was much more relaxed than him.

"Master, do you have any idea?"

Zhang Qingdi shook his head, "Take a good rest...Oh, you don't need to rest! Then go and play, I will sort out my thoughts."

He didn't have any thoughts at all. Zhang Qingdi just wanted to send him away.

"Okay." The little Taoist boy nodded obediently.

Because it was night, the little Taoist boy took off the banana leaf on his head.

He wanted to go to the old man's grave and take a look. If his memory was false, then who was buried in the old man's grave?

He floated directly over along the path behind the mountain.

There is only one grave on the back mountain, and a little Taoist boy is standing in front of it.

"The Immortal said that there was something wrong with my memory, but I clearly remember that I buried you here personally."

Just as the little Taoist boy was speaking, a bolt of lightning struck out from the tomb and directly split the small tomb in half.

The coffin in the small grave was very new, and the little Taoist boy was frightened by the scene before him.

But he thought again, he is a Taoist priest.

Oh, it’s a dead Taoist priest!

Then you won’t be afraid of these things anymore.

The coffin lid was blown open by a gust of wind, revealing a corpse lying inside.

The little Taoist boy still broke through!
Because it is me who lies in the coffin...

Without a mirror at this time, people generally don’t have a clear idea of ​​what they look like.

But the little Taoist boy had seen his own corpse with his own eyes before.

He also watched his body being buried by the village chief by the river. Yesterday, the village chief and Erniu, whom he had saved, came to pay tribute to him.

How come I’m the one lying in the coffin now!
What about the old man before that?
"Cough cough cough!" A familiar cough sound was heard.

As soon as the young Taoist heard the cough, he knew who he was.

"Aren't you dead? No, that immortal said that I don't have any memory of you. What's going on?"

The old man looked warily in the direction of the small temple.

He simply reached out and grabbed the little Taoist boy's neck.

"You have too many questions for me to answer." The old man picked up the little Taoist boy's soul and threw it into his body!
The little Taoist boy's soul returned to his body, and for a moment he thought the old man was helping him.

But he soon stopped thinking so, his body was like a furnace for alchemy.

And what is being refined at this time is one's own soul.

The old man walked around his own body, chanting, "Heaven and earth, please help me, Taishang Laojun, please show up!"

As the spell continued to sound, the little Taoist boy felt as if he was in a raging fire and that he was about to be completely refined.

Just when his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred and he felt that he was about to die, a green light suddenly appeared on his body.

This green light protected him from being burned by the raging fire.

"Refine! Refine! Refine!" the old man shouted with a ferocious expression.

He refined the body of this little Taoist boy into a magic weapon, and after each ritual, the little Taoist boy would give birth to a new soul.

"Stop practicing. You won't be able to achieve enlightenment no matter how much you practice." Zhang Qingdi's voice sounded.

"You, aren't you in the Sanqing Temple? When did you come out?" the old man asked in a hoarse voice.

"What is your relationship with the Three Pure Ones? What is my relationship with the Three Pure Ones?" Zhang Qingdi said with a sneer.

He pulled the body of the little Taoist boy, and the soul of the little Taoist boy came out.

"Why hasn't he been refined!" the old man said in surprise.

"Of course I took action." Zhang Qingdi threw Zhongshan directly and suppressed the old man.

The little Taoist boy looked at the old man in disbelief.

"Why are you doing this?" the little Taoist boy asked.

The old man had no intention of answering. He was ready to escape, but how could he escape with Zhong Shan around him?

"I don't think you have a chance to escape." Zhang Qingdi pressed down the Zhongshan Mountain, and the old man felt extremely painful. "I have a lot of questions. If you help me answer one, I will move the Zhongshan Mountain up one inch.

If you dare to lie to me, I will kill you with Zhenshan!
You should have seen my ability. Now that you have become a ghost, it is actually easier for me to find the answer." Zhang Qingdi was actually trying to scare him.

The memory of a ghost may be somewhat biased, so it is better to ask directly.

"I said! I said!"

"How did you conjure up the village at the foot of the mountain?

To be honest, I am quite experienced in illusion, but it took me a lot of effort to see through that village!"

"This is my little world. How could you see through my magical village?" the old man asked in disbelief.

It turns out this is a small world.

Zhang Qingdi didn't believe that he could teleport to a small world so easily. He was afraid that someone was plotting something, so he couldn't help but glance at the Sanqing Temple.

"Why is there no mention of you in this little Taoist boy's memory, but he remembers you!" asked Zhang Qingdi.

But after he looked at the body, he actually had the answer.

Asking this is just a test to see if you are honest about this matter.

Zhang Qingdi first moved Zhongshan up an inch, and the guy felt a lot more relaxed.

“Because I have refined this corpse using a secret method, I can refine the soul and then give birth to a new soul.

Those new souls didn’t recognize me, but I was indeed the one who raised the first soul.

They all inherited the memory of the first soul. "The old man did not dare to hide it and quickly said to Zhang Qingdi.

This guy wasn't lying.

The little Taoist boy felt very sad when he heard this, "Is all this fake?
This mountain, this temple, are they all fake?"

The little Taoist boy asked with some difficulty accepting.

Zhang Qingdi signaled him to be patient and asked the last question.

"Why did you do that?"

After hearing Zhang Qingdi's question, this guy became a little hesitant.

"I, I want to refine a magic weapon." The old man said hesitantly.

"Wrong answer!" Zhang Qingdi snorted coldly and pushed Zhongshan down two inches.

The old man kept vomiting blood.

"You are so hesitant and stammering when you tell a lie. With your mental quality, don't even think about deceiving me." Zhang Qingdi took out a fruit and took a bite.

"I was wrong! I was wrong!" The old man cried bitterly.

Again, it’s not that he knows he’s wrong, it’s that he feels like he’s about to die!
"Then tell me quickly." Zhang Qingdi took a bite of the fruit. "If you can't tell me before you finish eating this fruit, then you don't have to tell me.

“There is a trace of Dutian Thunder Seed’s aura on Tiandu’s body.

I kept refining his soul and brought him back to life!
Just to find the strongest soul of Dutian Leizhong and then eat him. Then I will have the hope of obtaining Pangu God's Dutian Leizhong!" The old man couldn't stand Zhongshan's oppression and quickly told the whole story.

Originally, Zhang Qingdi thought it was some kind of plot.

I didn't expect that this would be an opportunity for me.

"Why do you worship the Three Pure Ones?" Zhang Qingdi felt that those three could not possibly be interested in anything.

At most, they knew about it, but were too lazy to care.

They even regarded this as an opportunity to fatten up the pig and wait for the right person to harvest it.

"I feel that what I did is intolerable to heaven and earth, so I thought of offering sacrifices to the Three Pure Ones and asking them to bear with me." The old man said shamelessly.

Zhang Qingdi was speechless for a while. He didn't expect that this old man was so pious.

"It's too heavy! Too heavy! Please loosen it for me." The old man pleaded.

Zhang Qingdi lifted Zhongshan up a little because he had more questions to ask.

"How do you know for sure that he is of the Dutianlei species?" Zhang Qingdi continued to ask.

The old man looked at Zhongshan in awe.

This mountain is really terrifying. The feeling of oppression cannot be described in words.

“I was originally an immortal official in the Thunder Department of Heaven. By chance, I read the Five Thunders Law once and learned about these five kinds of thunder.

Unexpectedly, when I went to the lower world on business, I inexplicably entered this small world.

There was nothing here at that time, only this small hill.

There is only a statue of Pangu on this mountain, carved by someone unknown.

The statue's ability was too weak. If I hadn't discovered the aura of the Dutian Thunder Species later, I would have thought it was a bull-horned monster." The old man said everything.

Zhang Qingdi glanced at the little Taoist boy with an expression that said, "I'm not wrong."

But now the little Taoist boy has no time to care about these things.

He didn't expect that everything he experienced was actually a scam!

“I have thought of many ways, but I have not been able to obtain the Dutian Thunder Seed from the statue.

I have been trapped here for who knows how many years.”

"Who was the God of Thunder when you were in Heaven?" Zhang Qingdi interrupted him and asked.

"It's Lord Yunxiao!"

That was indeed a long time.

"I originally had little magical power, but after so many years of hard work, God has rewarded those who have worked hard. This small world has finally been refined by me.

After refining this small world, I also had some ideas.

I discovered that this stone sculpture can actually contain human souls.

So I grabbed a child from outside the small world and brought it in.

After thousands of years of unremitting efforts, I finally merged the child's soul with the thunder seed.

Just when I was about to eat the child's soul and fuse it with the lightning seed, I discovered that the lightning seed was very weak. I studied it for another hundred years and finally came up with a solution. "

As the old man spoke, he didn't even look at the sky.

“I have refined the child’s corpse into a magical weapon.

Any soul that I am not satisfied with can be collected and refined again.

But I didn't expect you to appear suddenly and scared me.

As soon as I saw you, I knew you had great powers, but I was still greedy, so I took the risk of capturing him and refining him."

Zhang Qingdi listened carefully.

"Do you have any other questions?" the old man suddenly asked.

"No more." Zhang Qingdi shook his head.

"Then can I ask you a question?" The old guy said, taking the initiative.

"Ask!" Zhang Qingdi was not angry, but asked him to speak directly.

"I feel the purest breath of thunder from you, and there are two of them..." The old man showed a greedy smile on his face.

"Well, I have the Purple Sky Thunder Seed and a Buddhist thunder." Zhang Qingdi said without any hesitation.

"Impossible! The average person can only hold one type of thunder."

Zhang Qingdi didn't expect that this old guy knew so much.

"What do you think is the reason?" Zhang Qingdi asked with a smile.

"Your Dantian has turned into a thunder pond!"

Zhang Qingdi nodded but did not speak.

"Hahaha!" The old man laughed like crazy. "It's done! I did it!"

He suddenly stopped laughing and pushed Zhong Shan away.

Then he said to Zhang Qingdi with a ferocious expression, "In that case, you are my chance!" (End of this chapter)