Chapter 614 Ichijo Tsujitsu Kousei

The backyard of the ancient temple.

The old monk and the red-haired ghost looked into the distance, as if their eyes could pass through the void and fell on the young monk who was crying bitterly.

The two looked at each other.

"Ugh."

The old monk sighed deeply.

The red-haired ghost said with a sigh: "This day will come sooner or later, and he will face it eventually, so that's fine."

"Good or bad, who can tell." The old monk shook his head.

"Bald donkey, what do you mean?" The red-haired ghost heard the old monk's words, which seemed to have an unspoken meaning.

The old monk said: "This son is very affectionate, and Mr. Su is a bond for him. It is with this bond that he can shave his hair and become a monk; he is the clear mind; he is willing to be quiet stay at the bottom of this Dragon Burial Valley for twenty years."

The red-haired ghost nodded secretly.

The old monk is right. With Su Zimo's temperament, even if he offends Liuli Palace and is hunted down by the entire Northern Territory forces, he is willing to endure it like this?

Could it be that he really has no other way to leave the Northern Territory?

If you have to wait for an opportunity to take Su Hong out of the Northern Territory, with Su Zimo's temperament, as early as more than ten years ago, the moment the inner alchemy was repaired, it would have been killed!

The old monk sighed: "Now, without this fetter, the eternal evildoer who has become the arrogance of immortals, Buddhas, and demons, and which has made countless monks fear and tremble, may be coming back!"

The red-haired ghost narrowed his eyes and asked, "What did you see?"

"do not know."

The old monk shook his head.

The red-haired ghost asked again: "Twenty years have passed, and his golden core has remained silent. Is there any possibility of recovery?"

"do not know."

The old monk still shook his head.

After a pause, the old monk said slowly: "Maybe he has found a way to restore the golden core, or maybe he hasn't found it, I don't know, I can't see through him anymore."

The red-haired ghost's expression changed slightly!

Even the old monk can't see through Su Zimo!

After 20 years of meditation and enlightenment, chanting sutras and worshipping Buddha, Su Zimo has indeed gained a unique aura.

Almost like a Buddha!

The red-haired ghost changed his expression and suddenly said, "He is back, probably to say goodbye to you."

"Also, you are someone's master after all. Give this kid three or two life-saving things, don't hide them all, and accompany you into the coffin at that time!"

The red-haired ghost was muttering, and the old monk had turned and left.

Disappeared in the cemetery in the blink of an eye, and had come to the main hall.

Soon.

Su Zimo pushed open the door and entered.

His emotions seemed to have stabilized, but the sadness deep in his eyes was still difficult to resolve.

Su Zimo walked straight into the hall, knelt down in the direction of the old monk, kowtowed three times, and said in a low voice, "Master, I'm leaving."

"Go."

The old monk did not hold back.

He knew that even keeping it would be futile.

The old monk stretched out his palm and handed over the two old talismans in his palm, saying, "These are two shifting talismans, one is a small shifting talisman, and the other is a large shifting talisman."

"Small shifter, I won't say more, it's a random transfer."

"As for this Great Shifting Talisman, it is the emperor of the Dagan Empire back then. Please ask Grandmaster Talisman to refine a treasure! The farthest distance, it can even cross the distance between the great domains and teleport it in a directional way!"

Directional delivery!

The weight of these four words is too heavy.

Just a small shift talisman is already precious.

What's more, it's a big shift symbol, and it's still directional teleportation?

This is almost equivalent to giving Su Zimo an extra life!

Su Zimo took it with both hands, put it in the storage bag, and was about to turn to leave, but was suddenly stopped by the old monk.

Looking at Su Zimo's empty dantian, the old monk's eyes were a little worried and a little curious, he hesitated, but still asked: "Your golden core..."

Su Zimo was silent.

After a while, he said softly: "Actually, the secret to recovering the golden core lies in Wuyouhua."

"Worry-free flower?"

The old monk was slightly startled.

Although this worry-free flower is a thing of the ancient temple, it was something that the woman in red robed and left in Su Zimo's dantian many years ago.

Su Zimo said: "In an ancient scripture book in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there was a legend that the Wuyou Tree is one of the three sacred trees of Buddhism. The Buddha who founded Buddhism was born here. Under the worry-free tree!"

"I've heard this legend before..."

The old monk's voice suddenly stopped.

A flash of light flashed in his mind.

He finally understood and restored the relationship between Jindan and Wuyouhua.

The legend of Buddhism actually records Wuyouhua, another power other than flame.

The power of life!

Birth of life.

From nothing.

The worry-free flower witnessed the scene of the birth of the Buddha.

Su Zimo's dantian shattered, and the golden core was destroyed.

His golden core power did not disappear, but was absorbed by the worry-free flower in the depths of his dantian.

Twenty years.

Su Zimo's daily meditation and enlightenment, chanting sutras and worshipping Buddha, is constantly precipitating, accumulating, and constantly stimulating the power of "life" in the worry-free flower!

Su Zimo has already walked towards the ancient temple.

In a trance.

On Su Zimo's bald head, black hair gradually grew and grew longer.

In his body, the dark and empty dantian gradually emerged in the shape of a flower.

on that flower.

There is a fruit that is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Golden, round, radiant and dazzling!

This fruit is Su Zimo's brand new golden pill!

Spiritual power swayed in his dantian, more and more turbulent, more and more surging.

As if to form a storm in his body!

Su Zimo's breath is constantly getting stronger!

Every step you take, the spiritual power in your dantian will increase by one point.

stronger!

boom!

In a blink of an eye, the spiritual power in Dantian has broken through the boundaries of the early stage of Jindan and reached the middle stage of Jindan.

It didn't take long.

boom!

Another sound.

Jindan late stage!

Su Zimo once swallowed Wannian Zhuguo, and all that energy was not wasted, it was absorbed by Wuyouhua, and now it is condensed again!

With every step, Su Zimo's breath changes!

The only thing that didn't change was those eyes.

No sadness or joy, no turbulence.

When Su Zimo walked to the gate of the ancient temple, the aura in the body became stable, the black hair fluttered, and the momentum was terrifying, like a god!

The peak of Jindan late stage!

Break and stand!

After 20 years of dormancy under the Buried Dragon Valley, chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha every day, his cultivation has not fallen, but has reached the peak of the late Jindan!

Of course, the changes in Su Zimo did not stop there!

It's just that no one can tell.

Standing at the gate of the ancient temple, Su Zimo slowly turned around, his eyes were clear, looking at the two lines of writing on the wall of the hall, dazed.

This is the word Dieyue left him.

Suddenly, Su Zimo stretched out his finger!

The tip of the index finger burst out with aura, like a sharp sword, falling on the wall of the hall.

Su Zimo waved his arm.

After the two lines of writing on the wall, two new lines of writing appeared.

Written sharply, looking at the world!

Mingzhen read it out subconsciously: "As soon as the dust is gone, the light will be born, and the mountains and rivers will be broken by ten thousand flowers!"

"hiss!"

"This kind of courage..."

There was a deep shock in the eyes of the old monk.

In the originally silent backyard, there was a sudden sound of rumbling chains!

If you want to be a dragon and elephant of all Buddhas, you must first be a horse and an ox for all living beings.

Once the dust is gone, the light is born, and the mountains and rivers are broken by ten thousand flowers.

The previous sentence was what Dieyue left behind.

The last sentence was Su Zimo's response.