Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 345 Pan Furong

Pan Furong frowned slightly and thought for a moment.

"It doesn't matter, I'll go talk to the master about this."

"Before, he kept insisting and I didn't want to cause trouble, so I gave in everywhere."

"She has great reputation. If she talks to Master Zhenqiu, Master Baiku, this matter can be postponed for a while."

"Perhaps things will change by then."

Sister Hong: "Miss, it's a pity that I have stayed in Fangshi for more than ten years and have never seen my uncle..."

Pan Furong glanced at Sister Hong, and the two had a tacit agreement not to mention Lu Ye's matter.

It's just that they have a tacit understanding and are all thinking - Lu Ye, Lu Ye, where are you?
Pan Furong and Sister Hong chatted for a few more words, and then Sister Hong withdrew.

She arranged her clothes and went out of the yard.

This place is located halfway up the mountain, with large and small courtyards connected. There are some colorful spiritual flowers planted inside, and there is a faint smell of rouge in the air.

Among the tree-lined paths, there were many female disciples dressed as nuns walking, and Pan Furong bowed to each other when they met.

"Junior sister..."

"Sister..."

Some of these nuns are like Pan Furong, with their hair shaved off, hats on their heads, and plain clothes.

There are also some nuns who wear gorgeous brocade robes and are decorated with various precious jade articles. Their heads have dark clouds towering, and their heads are full of pearls and gold hairpins. Their faces are carefully outlined, and they are even more elaborate and careful than the ladies in the mortal palace.

There were also a few children of the demon tribe, with long tails trailing behind their hips, with various ribbons tied on them. Following their graceful footsteps, the long tails swept lightly, making people's hearts move.

There were even a few bald monks walking around with nuns in their arms, and everyone was not surprised.

The atmosphere of Tianlun Sect is like this. Although it is a lineage of Buddhism, it is not a peaceful place.

However, the disciples who greeted Pan Furong were polite, but there was uncontrollable jealousy and hatred in their eyes.

Pan Furong turned a blind eye.

After leaving the pavilion, she took a detour, followed the bluestone path, and soon arrived outside a cave.

"Master, my disciple Zhenmei wants to see you!" She bowed and saluted.

"come in!"

The door of the cave in front of you is open.

Pan Furong took a deep breath and carefully stepped into the cave.

But I saw that the cave was empty, except for a stone bed, a few futons, and a stone bed.

Sitting on the stone bed was an old nun with an old face, dark skin, facial wrinkles as deep as tree bark, extremely thin lips, triangular eyes, and an inverted eyebrow. At first glance, he was a very difficult person to deal with.

She has a powerful aura of magic power, but it cannot cover up the unpleasant smell of an old man. She wears a yellow robe, but eight skeletons the size of fists hang around her neck. These skeletons stare ahead with black holes in their eyes, which makes people shudder.

This person was Pan Furong's master, who had forced her to stay with Sanhei - Sanhei was the nickname given to this master by the Tianlun Sect disciples behind their backs, saying that she had a sinister face and a black heart.

The Three Black Masters have reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. They once tried to break into the Golden Core Realm, but failed.

Now his life span has reached two hundred and forty years. If there is no breakthrough, in ten years he will return to dust, dust to dust, and turn into a pile of yellow earth.

In addition, there is a Buddhist niche in the cave above the head of the Three Black Masters. There is a silk curtain of ritual implements hanging on the outside, so it is not clear which sacred shrine is enshrined inside.

Pan Furong saluted respectfully again.

"I've met Master!"

Master Sanhei's cloudy eyes flashed with light, and he glanced up and down at Pan Furong, while at the same time an invisible wave swept through Pan Furong's body.

Pan Furong's body tensed, knowing that the other party was using his spiritual consciousness to detect her status.

"Ahem..." Master Sanhei frowned, "What a real plum!"

"I'm going in with you. There are twenty people under my master's seat!"

"You have seen how much Master prefers you!"

"Treasures from heaven, materials, and elixirs, as long as the master has them, they are open to you to use at will."

"Apart from you, the only close disciples of the master are master, and your little junior sister Zhenlan is treated like this!"

"But your junior sister has cultivated to the Great Perfection of Qi Training. Maybe you will be able to break through to Foundation Establishment sometime!"

"Why are you still wandering around the tenth level of Qi training, unable to accumulate to the Great Perfection state?"

"What worries do you have?"

"Still have distracting thoughts and can't calm down?"

"The master promised you that as long as you complete the foundation building, he will help you find your husband. How can you ask the master to help you like this?"

Pan Furong trembled after hearing this and gritted her teeth.

"Master clearly knows that every disciple does not practice hard for a day and never dares to slack off."

"I've been having some troubles lately, so I've been distracted."

She thought that Monk Zhenqiu had always wanted to practice Zen with her, and even his disciple Lu San started to harass Sister Hong. Today in the market, she even forced Sister Hong to stop doing business, and followed her on the way back, and ended up getting involved with the second monk. In the aftermath of the battle, the story of Lu Sanshen's death was briefly explained.

"Master, when the disciple entered the sect, he shaved off his black hair and devoted himself to cultivation without any distractions. He only hoped to complete the foundation building as soon as possible and not to lose his reputation as a master."

"Besides, I am already a married woman. I really can't afford Senior Brother Zhenqiu's love!"

"I hope Master can help me clear up this confusion."

Master Sanhei was furious after hearing this.

"It's such a small thing, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You need to complete the foundation building as soon as possible, how can you be distracted by worries?"

"If you encounter anything that affects your practice in the future, you can tell me directly and Master will make the decision for you."

"Just wait..."

shuh...

Master Sanhei suddenly floated up and flew out of the cave like a gust of wind, leaving Pan Furong alone.

As soon as the teacher Tai left, the bad smell of the teacher disappeared from the cave, and Pan Furong dared to take a breath of air.

She stood quietly on the ground, not moving rashly, even looking at the tiles in front of her feet as before.

However, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the Buddhist niche in the cave wall on the stone bed.

The hanging brocade curtain is a magic weapon, blocking sight and exploration.

Pan Furong had noticed that for more than ten years, her master's cave had originally contained many items used by women.

Such as potted plants, wardrobes, and even an extremely luxurious dressing table with dragons and phoenixes when he first entered. At that time, Sanhei Shitai still had more than twenty years to live and could still maintain a middle-aged appearance.

However, as his end was approaching, his face was aging rapidly, and his body had a strong smell of death, many things in this cave began to decrease one by one.

Moreover, his mood became uncertain. Five or six stone beds were replaced. Only the Buddhist niche on the cave wall remained the same, but the scene inside was never visible.

Which god does this old nun worship?

Pan Furong's thoughts continued to wander.

Back then, she and Sister Hong went to Huangsha Mountain to find a husband, and met two sweet-talking monks.

After just a few words of conversation, the two women, who were experienced in the world, felt that the other party did not look like a serious monk.

On the surface, it seems that he must be called Buddha, but it always feels strange.

The two wanted to leave, but the other party blocked them. They decisively drew their swords and chopped them. Unexpectedly, the other party was a monk and they were captured.

Then they were organized into a team of hundreds of men and women. After listening to the people around them crying privately, they realized that they were afraid that they would be sold into the demon kingdom as slaves.

Pan Furong and Sister Hong were frightened, but they had no choice but to resist. Pan Furong had already thought in her heart that when the time came, it would just be death. Unfortunately, she could not find a husband.

Who would have expected a turn of events.

When the large team was brought up the mountain, Master Sanhei took a fancy to her, rescued her and Sister Hong, and accepted her as a disciple.

You know, she was only at the first level of Qi training at that time, and she was still practicing ordinary casual cultivation techniques. The Three Yin Lotus Technique that she got from Hua Xiang Taoist Aunt was an illusion technique.

In addition, her own spiritual root is not very outstanding, it is a medium-grade water spiritual root. Compared with Lu Ye, Wang Hu, and Zhang Cunyi, her spiritual root is the best.

But if compared with the Tianlun Sect's Jindan sect's recruitment standards for disciples, it is very average.

In particular, Master Sanhei accepted more than 20 female disciples in the same batch, among which a young disciple named Zhenlan, who had a first-grade spiritual root, stood out.

Later, Master Sanhei looked at her and Zhenlan in a different light. They didn't need to go out for dangerous tasks, and they even had an almost unlimited supply for them to practice Taoism.

Therefore, although she has been practicing for a short time, she has only been practicing for more than ten years. To be honest, she is a few years later than Wang Hu and Zhang Cunyi, but she has already reached the tenth level of Qi training. She only needs accumulation to reach the state of Qi training.

Therefore, she was initially grateful to Master Sanhei.

But after all, Pan Furong had been a general in the army and had lived in the world of refugees and cannibalism.

She always felt a little weird.

She and Master Sanhei are not related, and many of her sisters have better spiritual abilities than her. They also have to work hard to complete sect tasks, save spiritual stones to exchange for elixirs, and go through life and death.

There were more than 20 famous masters and sisters back then, but now half of them have fallen away in just over ten years, which once again confirmed the reputation of the three black masters as having a heart and a black hand.

Then why can she be alone and enjoy the benefits, while others risk beheading, but someone feeds her when she opens her mouth?

If Master Sanhei wants to inherit the mantle, Zhenlan alone is enough. Even if he sees the right fate and makes her a substitute, why should she be given the same resources as Zhenlan?
This doesn't make sense.

Pan Furong knows that there is no free food in the world. When Chuang Potian coaxed the female battalion to guard the city wall, they opened up the supply of steamed buns with white flour and meat, because they required everyone to work hard.

Pan Furong always felt that there must be a reason why Master Sanhei treated her so well.

Also a little weird.

Except for her and Zhenlan, the other fellow apprentices and sisters practice Tao as the foundation, using magic to protect themselves, and practicing both Taoism and Taoism.

They had to perform a mission and go down the mountain to fight. Of course, they had to know a few surgical techniques to defend themselves.

But Zhenlan and she were the only ones who only practiced Taoism but not magic.

That is to say, although the two of them have high cultivation levels, they only know a few small techniques for daily life, as well as the most common art of controlling objects, the escape technique.

He can't do any other flying sword skills, body protection skills, or magic spells.

If she really wants to fight with her fellow disciples, she is highly skilled, but she will definitely lose in the end.

In addition, every time Master Sanhei saw her, he would always use his spiritual consciousness to explore her whole body and carefully understand her physical cultivation status.

The way the other party looks at her sometimes is very strange.

It's the kind of obsession that doesn't involve love.

It's like watching a child of flesh and blood who has been cultivated through hard work, feeling gratified and happy as he grows up, but without the feeling of licking a baby.

Pan Furong has experienced battles for a long time, and her fighting instincts are far superior to ordinary people and even ordinary monks.

Although Master Sanhei was very good at hiding it, she always felt that the teacher was admiring her while still trying to suppress a murderous intention.

Why is it?

When I complete the foundation building, will the other party really keep his promise and help me find a husband?

Based on the other party's reputation, I am afraid that if he finds him, he will give Lu Lang a slap in the face so that he can completely cut off his love, right?

Also.

Zhenlan has reached the Great Perfection of Qi Training. With her bones, she can already try to attack the foundation.

The other party didn't move for a long time. Did you feel something strange?
There are also some unusual places.

They are the disciples that Master Sanhei has accepted over the past ten years, but from the previous batches of female disciples, only three or two big cats and kittens survived.

The death rate among the disciples of Master Sanhei is also too high, which is very abnormal.

Pan Furong's thoughts were flying wildly in her mind.

This is why she asked Sister Hong to insist on selling spiritual rice in the market every few days, without asking for anything else, just to increase the chance of finding Lu Ye.

Of course, if you are lucky enough to meet him, Sister Hong will only remind her husband according to their prior agreement that everything is fine with them on the mountain.

It's just that now that we are members of the monk sect, it is easy to cut off the relationship, and the two parties will forget about each other in the world, and they will be well!
It's not that Pan Furong doesn't want to meet, go down the mountain, or leave the sect, but she knows that Master Sanhei will definitely not let her go free. If she really recognizes Lu Ye, it will only bring disaster to her husband.

Pan Furong's mind was in turmoil.

whoosh...

A ray of light flew back from outside.

The Three Black Masters circled in space and sat cross-legged on the stone bed. Looking again, they were holding a severed arm in their hands. It was covered with thick black hair. The five fingers twitched occasionally, but they were not completely dead.

In addition, there were spots of blood on the chest of her robe.

"Zhenmei..." she wrote lightly, "Zhenqiu will not harass you anymore, he doesn't have the guts anymore..."

Pan Furong pretended to be shocked and took a few steps forward. Her face showed concern and she squeezed out a few tears.

"Master, are you injured?"

She originally had a lively and lively personality, but she was forced to be a nun in a temple for more than ten years. The environment was complicated, and she also learned a bit of disguise.

Master Sanhei forced a trace of kindness on her face.

"Kid, it doesn't matter!"

"I tore off one of Zhenqiu's arms and destroyed nearly half of his foundation to support you. From now on, none of the monks of your generation will dare to challenge you."

"Besides, I fought with his protective master Bai Ku!"

"Huh, they are both building the foundation of Dzogchen, but I am nearly a hundred and fifty years older than him, and my means of accumulating wealth are not comparable to his."

"He returned with serious injuries. As a master, he also suffered some minor injuries..." Master Sanhei gently stroked Pan Furong's cheek, "It doesn't matter!"

A monk broke his arm and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. Even if he built a foundation, it was still the weakest. Even if he replaced it with a machine arm, it would be an irreparable loss.

Zhenqiu is already half-waste

Of course, a disciple with such a promising future like Bai Ku was not willing to give up, so Master Sanhei simply took advantage of the opponent's lack of cultivation of the Golden Elixir and accumulated a lot of experience to fight with the opponent and severely injure the opponent.

For them, the Tianlun Sect elders, the sect's rules of not fighting among themselves and not hurting fellow sects are just paper to wipe their butts.

As long as he doesn't die among the foundation-building elders of the same level, the leader Hui Ding will not pay any attention to him.

Pan Furong only felt that the other party's hand was like a cold snake sticking to her face. The scales of the snake were rough, sharp and cold, and she did not dare to move.

This cheap master's movements were so fast and his methods so spicy. He was able to do this just to let her practice quietly.

Destroy a foundation-building seed, and fight with the elders of the same sect who are at the same level of foundation-building perfection and are expected to hit the golden elixir!
What would happen if I deliberately delayed my cultivation?
When Pan Furong thought about it, she suddenly felt shuddering.

Master Sanhei continued to talk to her "gently".

"Disciple, if you complete the foundation building as soon as possible, this is the greatest gratitude to the master!"

"Don't plant your spiritual fields in the future. It's a waste of time."

"If you are short of spiritual stones, master will increase your monthly quota next month."

Pan Furong was shocked, but she could only say yes softly.

The two chatted for a few more words. Pan Furong saw that Master Sanhei's face looked tired after the battle, and she bid farewell obediently.

After leaving the cave, Pan Furong breathed in the fresh air outside. She always felt that she had gone around in a circle in the gate of hell. She wanted to use the light escape to escape hastily. She suppressed the fear in her heart and walked slowly.

Inside the cave.

When Master Sanhei saw no one there, he spat out blood.

After a hundred years of suffering, he reached the perfection of foundation building and hoped for the golden elixir. Although he was defeated by her due to lack of years of accumulation and was seriously injured, how could she not pay the price for this?

Master Sanhei wiped the corners of his mouth indifferently, released his consciousness, looked at Pan Furong's departure, and sneered.

"Disciple, although your steps are steady, your mind is confused!" She murmured a few times, "Why don't you disciples understand the painstaking efforts of being a master?"

She turned around and got off the stone platform and bowed down to the Buddhist niche.

The brocade curtain in front of the Buddhist niche was rolled up, revealing a statue of a god inside.

The female body has a green face, a golden crown on her head, a cassock, and a streamer floating on the back. There is no halo behind the head, and there is no lotus platform under the feet. This means that she has not yet attained the Golden Congolese status. According to the middle level of Buddhism, she is considered a low-level saint with supernatural powers.

The only violation is that there is a string of skulls hanging around his neck, nine in total.

Master Sanhei recited silently and knelt down devoutly. As he was injured, the smell of death on his body became more and more difficult to conceal, floating in the entire cave.

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at the foot of the mountain.

Wenxinfang City.

Luye rents a house in the cave.

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and the spirit body in the sea of ​​consciousness shone brightly. The Black Bone Bodhisattva sat on the lotus throne, and the water of the Yulong River repeatedly washed the spirit body, leaving it without any excitement.

Only then did Lu Ye open his eyes.

I met Sister Hong today, followed her to destroy her enemies, searched for the memory of Sister Hong's soul, and then tampered with her memory. Then she disguised the scene and transformed into a monster to destroy things at will.

You should be able to easily deceive those worthy disciples.

And foundation-building elders generally don't search the souls of handyman disciples. There is something wrong with Sister Hong's soul. As long as half a month passes, those foundation-building masters won't be able to tell, unless the head of the golden elixir checks it personally.

However, the head of Huiding was so full that he went to check whether the soul memory of a handyman had been tampered with.

Therefore, this matter should be settled today.

Then he used Escape Light and returned to Fangshi.

After enduring the excitement, I had to go back to the alley, sit behind the stall, pretend to chat with Dan Yuanzi, and occasionally have to deal with Su Li's flirtatious glances, and finally stayed up until night.

After closing the stall and declining Su Li's invitation to go to his cave to explore how to grind tofu together, Lu Ye hurried back to his cave.

Seal the talisman, sit cross-legged and meditate, and then perform the Lotus Seat Technique to calm down your excitement.

Then he recalled the memories in Sister Hong's mind.

Snapped!
He slapped his palm on the ground.

This Zhenqiu is so brave, he actually dares to spy on his own wife, damn it!

Hey, is this guy still the murderer of Su Li’s unlucky man?

Well, he's dead!

Look down again.

Hey, did the Three Black Masters have the wrong nickname?
To his wife, he has a warm face and warm hands.

This should be the sauna warm master's wife.

No, no, there must be a monster when something goes wrong!
(End of this chapter)