The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

Chapter 139: The transaction with the divine fortune teller, Wuqing is not dead?

The next morning.

As the sun breaks.

Mu Qin opened the door. The woman who had drunken herself on the hilltop to relieve her sorrow last night was nowhere to be seen. Her face was cold at the moment. She nodded slightly to the two people who had been waiting at the door in the morning, and got on Li Tianyu's expensive carriage. The wheels turned, pressing over the yellow mud land, and gradually left the Buddha City.

Only a few lines of tire tracks were left.

The interior of the chariot is also decorated in an extremely luxurious way. Each of the four corners, east, south, west and north, is inlaid with a piece of jewelry from different regions. There are also many mysterious patterns on the body of the chariot, which looks very mysterious and beautiful.

Each of these patterns is priced at a sky-high price. They are the most advanced formations in the world. Among them there is even a Heaven-Escape Formation, which can instantly travel through most of Lingtian Continent. Of course, the cost is also extremely high. Using it once will consume at least twenty mountains of spirit stones.

Or it could instantly drain the spiritual energy of thousands of monks.

However, after the spiritual energy was exhausted, both the formation and the spirit stones had lost their effectiveness. Li Tianyu felt upset. He had spent such a huge price to invite the formation master from Baiyu to carve such an advanced formation, but before he could use it, he could no longer use it.

During the journey, the interior of the car was very stable, with almost no shaking.

This carriage is more than enough to accommodate seven people. Now that three people are riding in one car, the space is naturally spacious.

As the carriage drove out of the Buddhist city.

There was silence in the carriage.

Mu Qin closed her eyes and rested.

Si Nian did not ask the doubts in his mind.

Everything, just pretend nothing happened.

"During this trip to Jiuxiang Temple, I made some breakthroughs in the incense. After returning from the trip to the Ten Thousand Immortals Summit, I will start trying to condense the incense body."

Mu Qin suddenly said.

Even though she knew that Xianghuo would die, she would still go on.

until……

The moment of true death.

She had nowhere to retreat. The ninety-nine steps of the Bridge of Conscience made her very clear about her current situation. Yesterday's drunkenness was her last luxury.

As she spoke, she glanced at Si Nian. This disciple of hers was different. She was not the founder. Although there was a golden statue of her in the Hemu Temple that was spread all over Lingtian Continent, the two of them had the same cause and effect. Since Mu Qin had inherited it, less would fall on her.

She can retire at any time, and even before retiring, she can still enjoy the blessings of the incense to the maximum extent.

"The Ten Thousand Immortals Summit, I'm really looking forward to it." Li Tianyu lifted the car curtain and looked outside. "If I want to go, it seems... it's almost time to leave."

"There's no rush." ​​Mu Qin said calmly, "There are still two years left, so it's just right to set off in a year."

She looked at Si Nian and said:

"Even if there is no breakthrough in the current incense, it is barely enough. As for the practical application of the power of incense, I will leave it to you. Please spend some time and effort to study it."

"As for the way forward, you don't have to worry about it."

Mu Qin's voice was calm.

Si Nian nodded, "Yes."

While speaking, Li Tianyu looked back at Focheng with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He asked, "Master, what do you think of this Buddhist city?"

Mu Qin thought of the figure climbing up the Buddhist platform, and then associated it with herself. She sighed, thinking how similar they were.

"In the name of Buddha, they do such evil things without any connection with Buddhism. I don't feel good about it." Mu Qin said calmly.

"Sister, what about you?" Li Tianyu looked at Si Nian.

Si Nian thought for a moment, "They are not that good. Of course there are good people. But most of the people I have seen are numb and ignorant. It's a pity for that monk. He..."

"We can't save Buddha City."

Hearing this, Li Tianyu finally smiled, "Yes, he can't save Buddha City."

"but……"

"Someone can."

His eyes flickered and the smile on his face widened.

His fingers tapped the table lightly. He was just testing their attitude just now, fearing that what he would do next would displease them.

Now it seems that I was worrying too much.

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Buddha City.

The weather is not good today as a storm is coming. It was already dark just after noon, which resulted in the New Buddha Conference in the afternoon. The imagined grand scene of the golden sun shining everywhere and the Buddha's light not appearing was a great pity.

Speaking of the New Buddha Conference, it is a big event in Buddha City.

After this meeting, order returned to the Buddhist city, and there was no more rebellion. The original thirteen temples increased to seventeen, all of which were orthodox and studied Buddhism together.

In the evening, seventeen temples shouted to the people passionately that the Buddha had returned to the Buddha City and that the Buddha had always been in the Buddha City.

This time, a great monk who had deep insights into Buddhism was invited to answer the people's questions one by one, why the Buddha was in the Buddha City.

Finally, substantial evidence was produced.

The big earthquake the day before yesterday is the best evidence that Buddha is in Buddha City.

The Buddha was angry.

I am angry at the disrespect people have shown to it. I am angry at the fact that people have dared to question its existence.

As soon as these words were spoken, the people below were instantly terrified, and used the most vicious words to curse the blasphemer who had once climbed to the Fourteenth Platform with his life.

After the New Buddha Conference ended.

At night.

The sky was very dark, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you. It had rained in the afternoon, but the dark clouds in the sky didn't seem to fade away.

The sentry on duty climbed up the watchtower cursing. The tower was built of wood and was fairly sturdy. He had just passed by an inn and had taken away a lot of food by means of threats and inducements. The night was long and it was good to have something to do to kill time.

Climbing up the watchtower, he took out a handful of peanuts from his pocket, took a bite from time to time, and complained about today's weather. It was so damn weird. What's going on? Is it thundering?

As he was muttering, unexpectedly, thunder really started to roar in the sky. The sound was so loud and abrupt that he almost choked on a peanut. He held his throat several times before he managed to spit it out.

At this time.

It had started to drizzle and he suddenly felt a little cold.

Rumbling--

Another thunder and lightning flashed.

"Ok?"

The sentry rubbed his eyes, thinking that he must have been dazzled. However, for some reason, he still opened his eyes wide and looked hard at the darkness outside the Buddha City.

Rumbling--

It was at this time.

Another flash of lightning suddenly flashed.

In those few short seconds, the sky and the earth were as bright as day.

The sentry's pupils slowly contracted, and with the help of those few seconds of lightning, he saw a horrifying scene.

Outside the Buddha City.

There are countless soldiers in black armor, marching towards the Buddha City in an orderly manner!

Dark.

There are too many to count.

"Enemy attack!!"

"enemy--"

call out--

The sentry's throat was pierced by an arrow.

Outside the Buddha City.

"charge!"

A bearded general shouted.

Suddenly.

The mountains and rivers shook.

The earth is moving.

Compared with this, even the thunder, which is known as the "power of heaven", seems a little dim.

far away.

In the carriage, Li Tianyu looked leisurely. He stretched his hand out of the window and let the drizzle fall on his palm.

He clenched his fists tightly, trying to hold the drizzle firmly in his hands.

"I wonder if my 300,000 private soldiers can take down Buddha City?" He said to himself, and then smiled contemptuously. Let alone Buddha City, if there were no cultivators intervening, with these 300,000 private soldiers, he could take down the Li Tian Dynasty.

Without him.

These private soldiers were obtained through his transaction with the fortune teller.

They are not ordinary soldiers, but "corpse soldiers" who are absolutely obedient, not afraid of pain, and have infinite strength.

The Divine Calculator comes from the Divine Calculator Sect, which is a first-class sect that supports the whole world and has a very loud reputation. All the disciples in the sect are extremely talented. The Divine Calculator Sect has an iron rule that it is an equal-value transaction and one cannot try to gain an advantage by scheming.

The eight thousand Jindan Iron Cavalry are certainly powerful. In this day and age, who would not be afraid of them?

However, it was too conspicuous, and although it had a great deterrent effect, it was a bit useless to Li Tianyu. If he wanted to find someone, he could spend some effort in a few years to find a few strong men in the Spirit Transformation Realm and reorganize the group.

But the 300,000 corpse soldiers are different, very different. They do not possess any cultivation and are between mortals and cultivators. If they are mixed into the mortal army, they can be used to plunder luck on the battlefield.

If you take a step back, you can also set up an array to surround and kill the monks.

Li Changxiao's repeated gains on the battlefield were all due to the "corpse soldiers" at hand. Facts have proved that he did not lose money in this transaction. He gained his father's favor and sent a group to Jiuxiang Temple. He also established good relationships with Mu Qin and others and came into contact with the secrets of incense.

More importantly, such a huge army exists in complete secrecy, and the capture of Buddha City can be used as a retreat route when necessary.

Of course, corpse soldiers also have many shortcomings, such as their short lifespan. These corpse soldiers come from the Corpse Puppet Sect and are the product of three hundred years ago. Strictly speaking, they are "failed products."

It should have rotted away.

However, it was unexpectedly preserved, and the reason for preservation is unknown.

......

Li Changxiao did not leave the Eighteen Hells. After drinking all the wine he brought with him, he walked back and forth between the seventeenth and eighteenth floors.

After searching for a long time, he finally found an oil lamp in the corner. He lit the oil lamp with a tinder, and then held the oil lamp to light another one.

The light returned to the seventeenth and eighteenth floors.

Li Changxiao stretched, brushed off the dust on the ground, and fell asleep on the ground.

Activating the secret technique is indeed a very energy-consuming task.

He was really sleepy.

Not knowing how long he had slept, he slowly opened his eyes, stretched, and habitually reached out for the wine gourd. Even though he found that the wine gourd felt light, he still held a glimmer of hope, unscrewed the cork, held it high and shook it quickly.

Half a day passed, and still not a drop of wine flowed out.

He put away the gourd awkwardly and finally gave up the idea completely.

He began to count on his fingers, thinking about what he was going to do. The first thing, of course, was to purify all the mysterious sounds in his body and then absorb them.

Although these more than two thousand mysterious sounds cannot change one's talent, they can definitely greatly improve one's realm of cultivation. After purifying and absorbing them all, and replenishing spiritual energy through sleep, one can definitely reach the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

In addition, the increase in combat power must be huge. The old monk's three innate mysterious sounds have become his most lethal trump cards.

Although his Dameng sword is powerful, its lethality is too low.

After purifying Xuanyin and improving his cultivation, he can also read Buddhist scriptures and learn some Buddhist techniques. He never had the opportunity to come into contact with so many advanced things before.

There are really still many things to do.

Also.

He also wanted to spend time studying the new path of ghosts. His comprehension was not very good, so he could only do his best.

As he thought about it, he leaned on the Bridge of Conscience and couldn't help but sigh that there were still many things to do.

People are on the road.

I can't stop, but except for a few necessary things, all other things are put behind drinking, eating and sleeping.

He habitually wanted to drink again, but still couldn't. In the next period of time, he didn't plan to leave the Eighteen Prisons, so he was destined to have no wine to drink recently...

what.

correct.

Not necessarily. Yu Luosha is here, and he can ask her to help him steal wine.

Li Changxiao thought about it and nodded seriously. Raise a ghost for a thousand days and use it for a moment.

There was silence in the Eighteen Hells.

Li Changxiao pondered this and that, and finally looked at the mirror lying quietly on the ground, his eyes gradually becoming deep.

However, there is one more thing that should come first.

"Senior Wuqing, stop hiding."

He spoke calmly.