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

Chapter 68: The Limit of the Central Plains Soldiers [Thank you so much, please read it in the next two days]

It’s more like Master Pudu found an empty room.

It is better to say that it is a huge Buddhist temple.

The hall is tall and spacious, with a ceiling height of more than ten meters. There are eight wooden pillars inside the house that are so large that four people can hold them together.

But the dome was shrouded in a heavy shadow.

Because of its remote location, there is no sunlight here, only faint lights flickering in the darkness.

There is an unexpected quietness.

In the center of the Buddhist hall, a large bronze tripod was placed upright.

There were piles of charcoal and firewood all around the tripod.

but.

For some unknown reason, the lotus throne where the statue of Samantabhadra was supposed to be placed was now empty.

"It's not bad."

Jin Chan closed the hall door and walked forward with clattering steps.

Coming under the huge bronze tripod, Jin Chan looked up.

"Alas, filling this cauldron up will probably be a bit painful!"

After letting out a long sigh, Jin Chan's sigh echoed in the empty Buddhist hall.

at this time.

Although the fish belly in his hand was still in a sharpened state, it was different from the one he used when fighting against the Eighteen Arhats. It was still just an ordinary weapon.

"Let me see where the limit of this Central Plains warrior is!"

Jin Chan narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

Since the first emperor established the Central Plains, it has a history of thousands of years.

Although each of the seven countries once possessed a unique weapon, it seemed as if they had discussed it beforehand.

For thousands of years, no matter how large the scale of the war among the seven countries, the soldiers never met each other, let alone fought each other.

So even Jin Chan didn't know the power of the unique weapon that was buried in the Qin Dynasty.

But no matter what.

Judging from the current performance of the Fish Belly Sword, it is still far from being worthy of the title of the ultimate weapon.

Suck~~~
huh~~~
Jin Chan closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath.

"let's start!"

After Jin Chan finished speaking, he took off all his clothes and jumped into the cauldron. Except for the fish-belly sword in his hand, he was completely naked.

first day.

In the Buddhist temple, only a faint cry was heard, which people five meters away could not even hear.

the next day.

The wails of pain gradually grew louder, and the monks and nuns passing by in the distance were frightened by the sounds and quickened their pace.

Day three.

The noise in the temple became louder and louder, even the roof was shaken and dust was raised. Even the birds nearby did not dare to land and could only fly away.

tenth day.

Blood had already seeped out from the crack in the door, and half of the Purdue Church was filled with the smell of blood.

The roar of "boom boom boom" resounded through the sky, and even the windows around the Buddhist temple were splashed red.

The green grass around began to wither, and the willow trees that were once lush and green had lost all their leaves.

No one knew what Jin Chan was doing in there, and no one dared to go up and ask.

Xiao Luoyang had lost his appetite for the past few days, and even lost his appetite when his favorite snacks were placed in front of him.

"Little sister, don't you care about your big brother?"

During these ten days, Li Yingtai pondered what was so special about himself while teaching little Luoyang how to read and write.

I have to say that Jin Chan really found a treasure.

Luoyang, who had hardly seen a single word since birth, was able to read Buddhist scriptures easily in just a few days.

Even after reading some military books, he could draw inferences from one example.

Even Li Yingtai couldn't answer the tricky and weird questions.

I could only use the excuse that "I need to understand it myself!" to get away with it.

that's it.

It was not until the night of the thirteenth day, when Li Yingtai got up to go to the bathroom, that he discovered a group of mysterious people in black robes walking through the Pu Du Church.

In their arms, they each held something wrapped in cloth.

In terms of size, it is no different from a baby.

"Could this be the dead baby that Jin Chan mentioned?" Li Yingtai followed quietly behind, and only retreated after these people walked into the main hall which was closed all year round.

I remembered Jin Chan said that as soon as I got any news about the dead baby, I should go find him immediately.

Li Yingtai even forgot to go to the toilet for a moment and ran towards the Buddhist temple where Jin Chan was.

"Golden Cicada, Golden Cicada, there is news!"

Li Yingtai pounded on the door with all his might, but it was locked tightly from the inside. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push the door open even a crack.

Even the doors and windows were locked tightly.

"Jin Chan, did you hear that? There's news!"

It felt so quiet inside that there didn't seem to be anyone there. In desperation, Li Yingtai actually drew out the Zhuyun Tang Sword and pretended to use brute force to chop down the door and break in.

"and many more!"

Sudden.

Just as Li Yingtai was about to drop the Zhuyun Tang sword he held high, a low, hoarse, and chilling voice came from inside the house.

The sound went straight through your torso, like a thousand knives cutting back and forth between your spine.

I subconsciously covered my ears.

Li Yingtai looked down and discovered that in just a few seconds, his clothes had been soaked with sweat, and even his pants were slightly wet.

Even in the not-so-cold night, my lips were trembling and my limbs felt like they were soaked in freezing well water.

"Golden cicada?"

The sound couldn't be any smaller. Even if an ordinary person stood next to it, he probably wouldn't be able to hear it.

"It's me. Wait outside the door first. Don't come in."

At this time, the sound of the cicada gradually returned to normal.

Although it's still a little strange, it's more than a hundred times or a thousand times better than before.

Li Yingtai stood in the night wind for more than half an hour.

Sudden.

Flames were bursting out in the lobby, and thick black smoke was billowing out from the gaps in the roof and windows.

Just when Li Yingtai was about to break in.

A creak.

The door of the hall was pushed open, and Jin Chan, wearing a red monk's robe, walked out of the house.

huh~~~
"it is finally over!"

Jin Chan held on to both sides of the door frame with his hands, raised his head and let out a long breath.

Although at first glance, the golden cicada seems to have not changed at all.

But Li Yingtai always felt that the man in front of him had become a little different.

"Golden Cicada, what on earth is going on?"

Li Yingtai pointed at the huge bronze tripod with billowing flames behind Jin Chan.

"Nothing, just dealing with some of the filthy things left over from the past few days."

Dirty things?

Hearing this, Li Yingtai became more and more confused. Clearly, no food had been delivered during this period of time, so how could there be any dirty food?

"Go back first!"

Jin Chan said this lightly, then closed the door and walked out.

Suddenly, the night wind blew up, blowing up the red robe.

And inside the red monk's robe.

The golden cicada's perfect body was actually covered in blood.

"Why is there a burnt smell of barbecue?"

Before leaving, Li Yingtai sniffed and smelled a strange odor.

But she didn't think much about it and followed Jin Chan away.

And at this time in the Buddhist temple.

The seven or eight meter high bronze tripod was filled with bloody flesh and bones.

There are also meat slices, meat strips, meat fillings, meat paste and countless internal organs.
The burning charcoal fire made these things sizzle.

Even oil bubbles appeared.

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