Thirteenth month of death

Chapter 16: Blessings and Disasters
The old monk just stood there and was killed by three people with one sword each.

But he possessed immense magical powers and profound cultivation. Even though his body died, his spirit lived on. He actually said to the three people, "Your master was murdered by someone. Several formations were altered, and the formation that concealed the secrets of heaven has become a murderous formation that kills people."

"After I die, you three can cut off my flesh and blood, boil it in water, and share it with the villagers."

The old monk spoke word by word, "I have been practicing Buddhism since I was young. My flesh and blood should be able to dispel the dead energy. After some treatment with your Taoist medicine, I should be fine."

"Old bald donkey!" The eldest brother, Taoist Chang Jing, pointed his sword at him, his eyes red. "You dare to order us around when you are about to die? You have blocked my master's path to immortality. I want you to die without a burial place!"

"Brother, why are you saying so much to him? When he dies, put his soul into the Soul-Falling Bell and have our disciples hit it every day so that his soul will be scattered and he won't be able to reincarnate!" said Taoist Chang Ming fiercely, who was ranked second.

The third Taoist, Chang Qing, said nothing, staring at Monk Du Nan with tears in his eyes.

Monk Du Nan was almost dead, his last breath about to fade. He couldn't explain much, and could only reluctantly say, "This poor monk's fault cannot be denied. After the flesh and blood are shared, the three Taoists can place my remains in the altar. The Buddha's nature... may be able to make up for it a little and help fellow Taoist Qiyun achieve... the Great Dao."

After he finished speaking, Monk Du Nan fell silent.

There was complete silence at the center of this underground formation.

"Brother... do you want to listen to him?"

After a long time, it was Taoist Chang Qing who spoke first.

"He said that putting his bones in there might help him make amends and help Master..."

"Foolish," Taoist Chang Jing looked at him sideways. "The old monk's cultivation was profound. If we put his remains in the altar, who will become an immortal in the end, our master or him?"

"What about the villagers?" Taoist Chang Qing asked again, "I've also noticed that Wanshou Village is gathering a lingering evil spirit. I think it's true, as he said, that someone has tampered with the formation, hoping that Master will bear the consequences of his actions and be unable to achieve immortality..."

Taoists Chang Ming and Chang Qing both looked at Chang Jing.

This time, Taoist Chang Jing did not say much. The flesh and blood of the monk was indeed a treasure.

"According to what he said, he cut up the meat and boiled it in water to treat the villagers."

Taoist Chang Jing made the decision.

"Then what should Master do..."

The three disciples seemed to be at a loss as to what to do for a moment.

At this time, the second disciple, Taoist Chang Ming, suggested: "Since we have already opened it before, we might as well open it again to see if Master is still alive. If Master is not seriously injured, we can rescue him and recuperate him before pursuing the great Dao!"

There is nothing wrong with what he said.

"But..." Before Taoist Chang Qing could finish his words, Taoist Chang Jing turned around and said, "Third Junior Brother, carry the old monk's body out and prepare to treat the villagers immediately."

"But...Senior Brother..." Taoist Chang Qing hesitated.

But Taoist Chang Jing's beardless white face turned stern, and he stared at Chang Qing and said, "Third Brother, don't you want to listen to me?"

At this point, Taoist Chang Qing lowered his head obediently: "Yes, Senior Brother."

Although the master has taught him the Dharma and he has received instruction from the master, in the heart of Taoist Chang Qing, the eldest senior brother is more like a brother and a father. When he first began to learn the Dharma, he was still young and could almost be said to have been brought up by the eldest senior brother. Now that the eldest senior brother said so, how could he refuse?

But deep down, I felt that if I opened the jar again, Master would be in real trouble.

Carrying the old monk's body, Taoist Chang Qing left the underground.

Only Chang Jing and Chang Ming were left.

The two looked at each other and didn't delay any longer.

He chanted the mantra, tore off the seal, and opened the altar again.

A strange fragrance wafted out from the mouth of the altar. After the two of them took a whiff, the magic power in their bodies, which had been like stagnant water, began to flow rapidly!
This is……

Mustering their courage, the two looked towards the altar.

Taoist Qi Yun had his eyes tightly closed, his earlobes blocked his ear holes, and there was no sound from his mouth or nose.

However, all the flesh and blood from the head down had completely melted, leaving only a heart... beating!

The two looked at each other and saw surprise and horror in each other's eyes.

What surprised me was that Master's method of ascension actually worked! An immortal heart... has been formed.

What is shocking is that although the immortal heart has been formed, it is only this immortal heart. From the head down, all the flesh and blood have already melted away, and it is no longer in human form.

"Big Brother, is Master still alive?" asked the second disciple, Chang Ming. "Alive," replied the eldest disciple, Chang Jing.

"Then can Master still become an immortal?" the second disciple Chang Ming asked again.

"No." The eldest disciple Chang Jing replied.

"Then this immortal heart..."

Taoist Chang Ming looked at Chang Jing.

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Even after so many years, what happened that day is still vivid in my mind.

Taoist Chang Jing was guarding the door of the hall, holding a long sword.

He had a blank expression on his face. Behind him, Chang Ming and Chang Qing also held swords and formed the same Three Elements Formation as before, but the one they had to deal with... was their own master.

On the mountain road, all the members of the Qiyun Sect were instructed today that there were monsters attacking nearby, so they had to patrol all night and not slack off.

The Ascension Meeting is tomorrow, and there are monsters attacking at this time?

All the disciples had complaints.

I think it is because of Uncle Chang Ming, Taoist Chang Ming, who is second in seniority, who has taken charge of the entrance and exit of Wanshou Village. Those watching over the three doors are all his disciples.

I don’t know what benefits he got, but he turned a blind eye to the visitors with evil spirits and let them in.

How short-sighted...

The other disciples secretly criticized this Second Uncle Master and did not have much respect for him.

Alas, in the end, it is us little shrimps who are the ones who suffer the most.

The disciples patrolling the mountain lamented endlessly.

It had just rained, and there was heavy fog in the mountains and some wind was picking up.

The night wind rolled up the mist, bumped into the shadows of the trees, and brought the cold air straight into the faces of the patrolling disciples.

They rubbed their hands. Where did these ordinary disciples get the magic power to protect themselves?

Not to mention using magic power to keep warm.

However, the wind seems to be particularly cold tonight.

I don’t know what kind of monster this is. It’s so bold.

In the past ten years, who doesn’t know that Qiyun Mountain has been showing signs of becoming the leader of Taoism in the south?

Perhaps it was a newly emerged monster, naive and inexperienced, and just saw the spiritual energy surrounding Qiyun Mountain and came over.

It's really asking for death.

None of the disciples patrolling the mountains in groups of three or four were afraid.

At this moment, a Buddhist chant suddenly came from behind the two of them...

"Amitabha."

The two patrolling disciples were startled and turned their heads in surprise. A chill suddenly rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and goose bumps appeared all over their bodies!
"Who?"

"Who's there?!"

The patrolling disciple walking in front heard the noise and immediately came back with a lantern to see what was going on.

But see...

The two junior brothers who had just been chatting were already lying dead on the spot, with a big hole in their chest and their hearts missing.

The two of them opened their eyes wide, their dilated pupils filled with unbelievable fear.

It was as if I had seen an evil creature I had never seen before.

　Thanks to my old friend Xuanyuan★Mage's leader and deertr's helmsman. I'll update more tomorrow. Good night~
　　
　
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