One Thousand and Fifty-Three 300-Year-Old Man

"Sir, it's not that we don't try our best, but the way of heaven is really vague. If we don't have the fate of immortality, it will be a wasted hundred years."

The truth is that truth, everyone knows that the way of heaven is ethereal.

But Zhao Gao is now forced by Ying Zheng to find an elixir for him.

Ying Zheng forced him, so he could only force these monks.

When a group of monks enjoy themselves, they take it for granted.

But when it comes to their own jobs, all of them are vague.

"I know that the way of heaven is ethereal, otherwise what would I want you to do? You have been studying the secrets of heaven for so many years. I don't know what results you will get, but you must at least gain something. If not, I will not be able to explain it."

"Sir, I have checked many concerns. It is said that there are ancient ruins in Kunlun in the Western Region, which may be the dojo of the Queen Mother of the West. If not, will you send someone to Kunlun in the Western Region to find out?"

After Zhao Gao heard this, he nodded and asked the people around him to take note of it.

"Any more?"

"It is said that someone saw the mythical beast Kunpeng at the end of the East China Sea, carrying an island called Fuqiu, wandering in the East China Sea. I thought that Fuqiu Island was very mysterious. If I could find Fuqiu Island, there might be clues to the immortal. .”

The monks are divided into two factions. One faction believes that there are fairy mountains in the Western Regions, and the other believes that the fairy mountains are overseas.

The monks on both sides quoted scriptures and stated their respective opinions. After endless debate, Zhao Gao made a decision.

Since they all feel that their views are right, let them all go in their own directions to find the Immortal Mountain Immortal.

In fact, everyone present knew it, even if they pointed out the direction.

The probability of actually finding an immortal is extremely small.

Therefore, no one really wants to leave the colorful world of Xianyang City and go to the bitter cold land to find some ghosts, immortals, and celestial mountains.

But now we really can’t help them. If they don’t want to go, then they should produce some real results.

If you can't take it out, then move it for me.

…

Jin Si did not leave Xianyang City too far. He just built a house in the mountains and lived there.

At this time, there were countless tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves in the mountains, so ordinary people simply did not dare to set foot in this place.

Occasionally, one or two monks or warriors would dare to set foot here.

But no one has actually encountered Jin Si.

The days passed like this.

Recently, my cultivation in Jin Si human form has become more and more advanced.

The changes in the body gradually stopped and remained in a middle-aged state.

On this day, a monk came near the residence where Jin Si lived.

The monk is not weak in ability, he can walk on the wind, and the wild beasts in the mountains can't do anything to him.

The monk crossed the mountain and happened to see the house located deep in the mountain.

The monk fell into the courtyard and found signs that the house was occupied.

"My dear Cui Ziwen, I broke into your house rashly. Please forgive me, my master." The monk shouted loudly.

But when I asked, there was no response from the house.

Cui Ziwen thought about it and decided to live in this deep mountain.

Most of them are monks like me.

And I think he's quite capable.

Cui Ziwen did not enter the house rashly.

Instead, he sat down in the courtyard and waited for his master to return.

In the evening, Jin Si returned with two tigers on his back.

When he saw Cui Ziwen in the yard, he was stunned.

"Who is this old gentleman? What is your role in my family?"

"I, Cui Ziwen, was passing by here and found your residence. I came here to ask for a bowl of water, but I didn't expect that you were not at home.

So I'm waiting here. Please forgive me for visiting unexpectedly. "

While Cui Ziwen was talking, he looked Jin Si up and down.

Jin Si looked like an ordinary hunter.

He is tall and burly, with a bald head, and his clothes are shabby and casual.

It was completely different from what he had imagined.

Cui Ziwen thought he had gone astray.

But looking at the two tigers again, it was clear that their souls were shattered by extremely clever means.

His whole body was unscathed, but his breath was gone.

Even he may not be able to use such methods.

"Could you please do it for your convenience and let me rest here for one night?"

"If you want to stay for one night, then you can stay, but I hope the old gentleman can be more strict with his words and don't tell anyone about what he saw here."

"Oh? Why is this? Are you afraid that outsiders will disturb your practice?"

"I'm out there killing people and stealing goods, and I'm hiding here. If you tell the outside world where I live, I'm sure the police will arrest you."

"In that case, why don't you silence me?"

Cui Ziwen saw that Jin Si looked relaxed, but he didn't take Jin Si's words seriously.

Seeing that Jin Si wanted to joke with him, he also joked along.

"Looking at the old gentleman's extraordinary skills, I probably can't beat him, so I'm going to threaten him first."

"Your Excellency is truly a master of the world. I actually didn't realize how profound you are. I guess you are a real person with special skills."

"There's no need to compliment each other. If you want to eat something good, come over and help."

Cui Ziwen didn't see anyone else, he pulled up his sleeves and together with Jin Si, they disemboweled the two tigers.

Cui Ziwen looked like a monk with an immortal spirit.

In fact, I don’t reject the blood of the cook at all.

And judging from his methods, he is quite skillful.

After half an hour of tossing, there was already a large pot of broth with meat grilling next to it.

Cui Ziwen took off the wine gourd from his waist and poured out the wine to share with Jin Si.

"Mr. Jin is from the He Zongmen Dojo?"

"I am just a wild monk, with no family or sect."

"Mr. Jin's cultivation level cannot be explained by any sect."

"Oh? Mr. Cui can see my cultivation level?"

"I just can't see it, so I think Mr. Jin is unfathomable."

"Is Mr. Cui very powerful?"

"Haha... I have lived to be three hundred years old. Mr. Jin, how many people in the world do you think can live to be three hundred years old?"

"Having said that, I really feel that Mr. Cui is very powerful."

Nuwa only lived three hundred years.

It's not that this old Mr. Cui Ziwen is more advanced than Nuwa.

Just because he has more research on health preservation.

Nuwa purely relied on her own cultivation to break through the limits of her lifespan time and time again.

Cui Ziwen, on the other hand, relied on health preservation and elixirs.

Just like Nuwa and Fuxi, Fuxi lived several decades longer, but this does not mean that Nuwa is more powerful than Fuxi.

"But people are still people, and manpower is not as good as the sky."

Although Jin Si didn't say it clearly, Cui Ziwen already understood.

In fact, he himself had already had a premonition that his life span was running out.

I'm afraid that within a few years, the deadline is approaching.

"The old man guessed it based on his physical condition. How did Mr. Jin figure it out?"

"My eyesight is better."

"The five degenerates of heaven and man are essence, energy, spirit, soul and body. Although the old man is three hundred years old, his body is still strong and his energy and spirit are strong, just like ordinary people. So Mr. Jin saw the old soul?"

Cui Ziwen looked at Jin Si: "It is said that the eyes are cultivated to the extreme and can penetrate yin and yang. I didn't believe it before. After all, in the past three hundred years, I have come into contact with all kinds of monks, and there are also a few great monks who have reached the heavens and the earth. But no one can really do it, but now I believe it."

"It's not as mysterious as you said. Practice makes perfect after watching it a lot."