I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 139 The Meat of the Widow is Finally Here (4.1k, combined chapter)
"Firstly!"

Jin Chan still sat on the horse's back, unmoved.

Judging from Tang Qianyan's "bad" character in the past, if we just let him do what he wants, he will definitely run away as soon as the task is accomplished.

Moreover, Jin Chan couldn't figure out this guy's methods.

Although he himself said that he had learned hundreds of skills and eaten hundreds of meals.

But how credible is this?

Haha, almost nothing.

"A gentleman values ​​honesty. I speak the truth and act with sincerity. Brother Jin, your words really hurt my heart!"

The boy Yan in front of the hall frowned instantly, covered his chest with his right hand, and covered his face with his left hand and cried.

The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, revealing a bitter arc, as if expressing his grievances.

"Get lost, do you have anything to do with the word gentleman?"

Jin Chan raised his chin, raised his eyebrows slightly, and snorted disdainfully.

"The lost jade seal of the emperor is inside that Buddhist door!"

Sudden.

Tang Qianyan narrowed his eyes into a slit, stretched his shoulders back slightly, straightened his spine, and his voice became much deeper.

"The emperor's seal!"

Hearing this, Jin Chan was stunned on his horse.

The pores on his body opened instantly, the hair stood up, and his wide-open eyes seemed to flash with burning flames.

Even the tip of his nose was trembling slightly, with beads of sweat appearing.

handed down.

The ancient Central Plains was initially ruled by the emperor, but the region was too vast.

Ever since.

The emperor then divided out seven pieces of land on the border of the Central Plains and gave them to the seven major princes at the time to rule.

The seven princes only needed to pay tribute to the emperor every year, go to "Luoyang" to pay homage every ten years, kneel down and kowtow to the emperor to show their loyalty, and perform the etiquette of a subject.

This situation continued for thousands of years.

Although during this period, the princes of various countries expanded their power and declared themselves kings.

But even so, they still paid tribute to the emperor every year and never thought of sending troops to capture the emperor's territory.

The reason why the emperor was able to suppress the seven kingdoms and prevent them from killing their master was because of the two unique weapons from the Central Plains in Luoyang City and the legendary "Seal of the Emperor".

It’s just that a few hundred years ago, the emperor and the kings of the seven kingdoms suddenly disappeared mysteriously.

The Emperor's Seal also disappeared.

It was from that time that the seven countries not only began to refuse to pay tribute, but even sent troops to encroach on the emperor's territory.

As a result, although the current emperor is nominally the orthodox ruler of the Central Plains, his territory only includes one city, Luoyang, and he is surrounded by seven countries.

He has become a soft persimmon that anyone can bully.

"Brother Jin, would you like to go and take a look at the Emperor's Seal?"

Tang Qianyan asked again, but this time his expression was much more confident, as if he was sure in his heart that Jin Chan would agree.

"No, since the Emperor's Seal has been buried in the White Horse Temple for a hundred years, let it remain buried!"

Jin Chan refused without a second thought, then pulled the reins, turned around and headed towards Hangu Pass.

"No, I have spread the news that the Emperor's Seal is in the White Horse Temple throughout Luoyang City. If you don't go and get it, do you want it to return to the hands of the Emperor?"

This statement came out.

Jin Chan wanted to go up and tear Tang Qianyan's nasty mouth apart.

This troublemaker seems to be afraid of chaos in the world.

"Brother Jin, as long as you and I go to the White Horse Temple, I guarantee with my character that the Emperor's Seal will be shared equally between us two brothers."

Tang Qianyan patted his chest and said it confidently, but the smile on his face looked so shameless that he deserved a beating.

"go!"

Although Tang Qianyan's character is almost non-existent, Jin Chan doesn't want to gamble whether the news is true or false.

If the emperor were to regain the "Emperor's Seal", the Central Plains might once again return to the era when the seven kingdoms surrendered.

"Let's go back to the White Horse Temple!"

Tang Qianyan jumped directly onto the horse's back, sat behind Jin Chan and laughed happily.

"Can't you just run back?"

Feeling the restlessness of the black horse under his crotch, Jin Chan rolled his eyes and said in dissatisfaction.

"Brother Jin, I'm tired! This Thousand Mile Talisman consumes too much energy!"

"Ugh!"

Jin Chan also had a headache about this shameless scoundrel.

After gently stroking the horse's neck to calm it down, the two men got up and returned to the gate of the White Horse Temple.

"What do they do?"

Returning to the temple, Jin Chan pointed at these people who had lost their minds.

It wasn't out of sympathy, but pure curiosity about what method Tang Qianyan used to control so many people at once.

"Brother Jin, I once went to the Miaojiang Gu Sect and worshipped the world's number one Gu Immortal as my master. I was fortunate enough to learn his witchcraft skills."

Say it.

I saw Tang Qianyan put his index and middle fingers into his mouth, and then slowly went deeper into his throat.

Not a moment.

I saw the fingers being pulled out of the mouth, with a half-meter-long flesh worm still pinched on the fingertips.

The flesh worm was about the same thickness as an earthworm, but it was colorful and curled up into a ball, wrapping itself around the arm of Yan in front of the hall.

"Everyone, go home!"

There was only a loud snap.

Tang Qianyan clasped his hands together and crushed the worm into a puddle of mud.

Immediately afterwards, all the people trembled slightly and shuddered at the same time.

Then he obediently returned along the original route.

"These are all descendants of the monks. They are indispensable if we want to restore the White Horse Temple!"

After shaking off the meat paste on his hands, Tang Qianyan pulled Jin Chan and walked towards the Buddhist gate.

When I stepped over the threshold, I saw that the White Horse Temple was much larger than it appeared from the outside.

It seems that the word "big" can no longer be used to describe it, it must be a whole other world.

It seems like a small world separated from it.

All I saw was the endless wilderness, with pagodas and dead Bodhi trees with bones hanging from them everywhere.

"This is the place where monks are buried, called the Forest of Bones. This is where the Bodhisattva gave alms at the cost of his own life!"

Tang Qianyan crossed his hands behind his head and spoke to Jin Chan with a relaxed look on his face.

It was as if he often came to the White Horse Temple.

Continue walking along a road paved with gold bricks.

The further you go in, the thicker the fog becomes. Although you won't get lost in it, it makes you feel a little nervous.

Sudden.

After crossing a wooden bridge.

Five or six round tables made of pure white jade appeared in front of the two of them.

The jade plates on the table were filled with all kinds of fresh delicacies and fine liquors.

There are fine wines that will make people drunk with just one sip, and there are also magical fruits that have never appeared in the Central Plains.

These fairy fruits have various shapes, some are as round as pearls, some are as dazzling as gems. They exude an enticing aroma, making people salivate.

Even the meat on the plate had a flavor that Jin Chan had never smelled before.

"These things haven't been there for hundreds of years, have they?"

Jin Chan narrowed his eyes and looked around, then asked Yan in front of the hall.

"That's about right. This is the last Obon Festival. But the attendees at the door are all small-time people. The good stuff is still inside!"

Tang Qianyan grabbed a piece of meat dish, put it in front of his nose, sniffed it, and threw it away. "Poor Pudu Xianshi! He actually thought that as long as he returned to Yulan, he would be transformed from meat on the plate to a guest of honor! Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

"How do you know this?"

Jin Chan's eyes turned cold. He pulled out the fish belly sword from his waist and pointed the tip of the sword at Tang Qianyan's throat.

From their first meeting on the official road, to their separation in Shudu, to the seizure of the Golden Phoenix Seal in Daming Palace
Now, Tang Qianyan actually revealed the secret of Master Pu Du before his death.

It's time to ask some questions clearly.

"Brother Jin, please be patient, be patient!"

Tang Qianyan gently pushed away the Fish Belly Sword, then raised his hands high, his expression calm and relaxed, with a slight smile.

"When you and Master Pudu were confronting each other on the Heavenly Road, I was watching from a distance!"

After saying that, Tang Qianyan reached into his arms, took out a yellow paper talisman and threw it at the feet of the golden cicada.

However, there was an eyeball moving around on this talisman.

The eyeballs would blink from time to time, just like the eyeballs on a living person's face.

"It's just a little trick of the Xuan Sect. I happened to have entered the Southern Wilderness not long ago, and I happened to see it with this 'clairvoyance'."

Tang Qianyan was still the same as usual, but his expression had become a little annoying.

"Brother Jin, walk a little further and you will find the place where the emperor had his meals. The Emperor's Seal may be there!"

Yan in front of the hall pushed the fish belly aside in a servile manner, then strode towards the depths of the Ullambana Festival.

"Heh, this guy might be useful!"

Jin Chan raised the corner of his mouth, stared at Yan's back in the hall and spoke.

The two continued to walk inside.

Different from the "shabby" front door.

The deeper you go, the more luxurious it becomes.

Arhat and Bodhisattva statues made of gold and jade can be seen everywhere here, and every inch of their bodies is shining with dazzling golden light.

The offering plate in front of the statue was filled with mountains of delicacies and fine wines.

Among these delicacies, most are composed of unknown meats and supplemented by fairy fruits.

Even raw meat is mostly eaten.

"Why are there only arhats and bodhisattvas, but no Buddha statues?"

Jin Chan asked with a little curiosity, why are there only Arhats and Bodhisattvas at the Ullambana Festival, but no Buddha, the supreme Buddha in Buddhism?

“Maybe it’s deeper down!”

The swallow in front of the hall stared at the place in the distance that was towering into the clouds and filled with thick white fog.

The frivolous look that was always on his face disappeared unexpectedly.

"Here we are, right here!"

After walking for a while, they finally came to a huge dead Bodhi tree.

Although this Bodhi tree has been dead for a long time, its remaining branches still cover the sky, and the area it covers is so wide that it is comparable to half of the Afang Palace.

Under this huge dead tree, there is a round table carved from jade.

Around the round table, eight skeletons dressed in clothes sat quietly.

"These are the emperors of the Central Plains and the kings of the seven kingdoms who came to participate in the Yulan Festival hundreds of years ago."

Tang Qianyan stretched out his finger and pointed at the skeleton wearing a scarlet emperor's robe, who was leaning against the Bodhi tree trunk.

In front of the skeleton, there was a black jade seal quietly placed on the table.

"That is the Emperor's Seal, the Emperor's Seal above the Seven Kingdoms' Jade Seals!"

Tang Qianyan's eyes were shining and he kept rubbing his hands in front of his chest.

This look, like an old pervert who suddenly met a stunning beauty, showed his pure greed to the fullest.

"Then go get it!"

Jin Chan glanced at the skeleton in the black dragon robe standing next to the emperor, then pushed Yan in front of the hall from behind.

"Brother Jin, don't!"

Yan in front of the hall was frightened and screamed out.

However, the strength of Jin Chan's hands made it impossible for him to maintain his balance, and he stepped into the range of the round table.

He placed his hands on the table subconsciously.

Sudden.

At the end of the thick fog in the distance, bursts of solemn Buddhist chants were heard.

A towering mountain slowly emerged from the white mist.

Instantly.

The Buddha's light filled the sky and rose from the top of the mountain.

Wherever the Buddha's light shines, Bodhi flowers bloom, green grass grows, dead branches sprout, and even rivers that have been dry for a long time begin to flow with clear spring water.

The sounds of zithers, harps, bells, drums and conch shells, cleansing the inner world, rang out from all directions.

It penetrated into the pores of the two people's bodies, blended into their blood and corroded their bone marrow.

As the Buddha's light on the top of the mountain becomes brighter and brighter.

A second.

In the blink of an eye, Jin Chan arrived at the Qilin Hall in the Afang Palace.

However, the solemn and dignified palace was empty; the palace maids, eunuchs, and guards had all disappeared.

Only a few rays of sunlight shone through the gaps in the window and onto the black jade floor.

Jin Chan rubbed his cheeks a few times, opened his eyes again, and looked towards the black water dragon throne at the highest point in the hall.

I saw Ying Lou, dressed in a black robe and wearing a crown on his head, leaning on the armrest.

His left hand was bent to support his pale cheek, and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised as he looked towards Jin Chan.

Although his sitting posture was a little lazy, his innate majesty could not be concealed at all.

"My flesh is finally here!"

Ying Lou opened his mouth slightly, his voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in this empty hall.

However, the tone of voice was as cold as ice without a trace of warmth, only a distortion of excitement that had reached its extreme.

"You, this is an illusion!"

Jin Chan let out a long sigh. Although he remained calm on the surface, his heartbeat was rising and falling uncontrollably.

"Illusion? Where does the illusion come from?"

Ying Lou waved his sleeves lightly and stood up from the Black Water Dragon Chair.

"You are just a piece of meat that makes me immortal. You are no different from the pill in the furnace or the food on the table."

Ying Lou said as he slowly walked down the stairs.

With his thin body, he broke out in a sweat after just walking a few steps, and his body temperature dropped suddenly.

What was strange was that at this moment Jin Chan also felt cold all over, and his strength was draining away from his body like a flood.

Even his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, just like Ying Lou's.

"Don't move. If you let me eat you, I will be able to lead the Qin Empire and fill the entire Central Plains with black dragon flags. Even the emperor will have to kneel before me in submission."

After walking down the stairs, Ying Lou raised his thin arm and gently placed it on Jin Chan's shoulder.

"Humph, it's just an illusion!"

Jin Chan pulled out the fish belly directly and stabbed through Ying Lou's right shoulder with a sword.

As the red blood gushed out, Jin Chan actually found a bloody hole on his shoulder.

"I have already said, how can this be an illusion! This is the Great Qin, this is Xianyang City, this is the Afang Palace!"

"Your life will be eaten by me! Jin Chan, why do you refuse?"

Say it.

Ying Lou opened his mouth wide and slowly bit towards Jin Chan's neck.

　Everyone, I'm really sorry. Today I have combined two chapters into one. I need to adjust the average recently so that the operation can arrange new recommendations.

(End of this chapter)