Begin immortality by slaying demons

In a dark room.

Master Zhikong tried his best to make the question gentler, but the man covered his wet crotch and huddled in the corner. After answering a question, he couldn't help but look at the figure in the corner with a frightened face.

The young man in black clothes sat quietly on the wooden chair, his eyes wandering, seemingly absent-minded, but every sound of his fingertips tapping the table made the man tremble, and then he quickly turned his head and stared at Zhikong, wanting to take it out. To prove that what he said is true.

Shen Yi is not interested in the Bodhi Sect.

Mainly because I don’t understand it.

He quietly stared at the altar in the gap in the wall, looked at the kind-faced rat-headed statue, and gradually fell into deep thought.

Master Zhikong is a practitioner comparable to a seventh-grade true immortal. If he were placed in Hongze, his status would be equivalent to that of another Shi Ren. He has the power of life and death of countless creatures, but he acts as immature as a child.

Falling in Shen Yi's eyes, it made him feel slightly frightened.

The reason is simple.

Shen Yi found that she was slowly letting down her guard because of what she saw and heard just one day after coming out.

It's like refugees from a war-torn land suddenly rushed into a peaceful and prosperous era. For a moment, I didn't know whether it was myself or this prosperous era that was at fault.

I can't understand anything and I can't understand anything.

Just like this statue in front of me.

Shen Yi knew a lot about the power of incense and fire, but he really couldn't understand that no matter how low the level of an evil spirit that Zhi Kong could hunt down personally, it couldn't be lower than the Tao level, right?

Such a powerful being went to the households of Jianyang Prefecture to preach alone?

Not even as good as the river god he met in Qingzhou.

What effect can this little bit of incense and willpower have on them?

Or maybe, in fact, what they were asking for was not the power of incense... Shen Yi suddenly remembered the light yellow mist he had swallowed when he saw Master Zhikong begging for food.

That's all, when I get the technique, I'll ask this Bodhisattva practitioner for advice.

Seeing that Master Zhikong had finished asking, Shen Yi stood up, stretched out, gently rubbed the ring on his hand, and walked out the door leisurely.

Now that he had someone to ask for, he finally had the intention to do something.

After all, even though he carries more than 20 million years of demon life, he can't just sit there and live in vain. Looking at the world outside, it's not easy for him to earn some demon life.

Of course, you have to look at the specific situation. If it's too dangerous, forget it.

"He is indeed a habitual criminal. He can deceive people without even blushing."

The female Ziyun Sect disciple grabbed the jade token on the table and muttered something dissatisfied.

Pretending to be a messenger from the gods is something that no ordinary person can do, let alone someone who is so familiar with it and has done it countless times.

"Say less."

The male disciple sighed. It was obvious that they had worked hard to find this aura, but now it seemed that Master Zhikong still had no shadow of themselves in his eyes, and all the credit had been taken away.

They didn't ask for any reward, they just wanted to make a friendship... Hey!

It's a pity that the young man is obviously not a good person, so it's better not to offend him, just to suffer a dull loss.

"Dear donors, please stay."

Master Zhikong comforted the couple and then took steps to chase them out.

First, he clasped his hands to the Taoist priest of the Ziyun Sect to thank him, and then quickly came to Shen Yi's side and said with a soft smile: "Thank you, friend Shen Xian, if it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do, but pretending to be a police officer is a big taboo. If it's because of If this move brings any trouble, if the court comes to visit, it will be recorded on the monk."

"..."

Shen Yi glanced at the master in surprise.

He originally thought that the other party would criticize a few words, but he didn't expect that he was not an inflexible person, and he was also quite loyal.

Instead, he suddenly remembered an old friend he had met in Boyun County.

"It's okay to take people's money and do things for them." Shen Yi retracted her gaze and tapped her chin.

"All people are miserable and can easily be deceived by others. The fault is not with them, but with my senior brother." Monk Zhikong sighed and said as he walked: "My senior brother has achieved the status of a practitioner and wants to go to the Immortal Court to work. , but it’s a pity that because of his ugly appearance, he was squeezed out by another senior brother..."

"In a fit of rage, he stole the practitioner's status and sneaked down to the mortal world."

However, Monk Zhikong didn't notice that when he mentioned the word "Walker", Shen Yi was groping for his fingers and quietly stopped. He simply threw away the idea of ​​trying to make some effort and pretended that it was nothing. Happened.

After confirming the look, you are someone you can't afford to offend.

And from what I heard, it was still a matter within the Bodhi Sect, so I couldn’t participate.

No matter how little Shen Yi knew about the outside world, he at least knew that the Bodhi Sect was one of the three sects. In other words, this was one-third of the Immortal Court.

"May I ask Master, what is the status of a practitioner?" Since she didn't plan to participate in the follow-up, Shen Yi shamelessly asked in advance.

"..."

Master Zhikong was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the other party was a loose immortal who had no apprenticeship.

He just lacks experience, not completely ignorant of worldly affairs. After hearing these words, he understood what Shen Xianyou wanted.

For Sanxian, this knowledge is something that can only be obtained after spending many years, traveling to many places, and doing some hard work for the immortals.

Zhikong shook his head, turned around and handed out an envelope to the two people from the Ziyun Sect: "This is what the couple just gave to the young monk. Through this thing, we can find the trace of that person, thank you both. "

The two Taoist companions forced a smile and nodded. Seeing the familiarity between the walker and the immortal, they only hoped to get some hard work.

After explaining the business, Monk Zhikong turned around and tried to introduce it in a more understandable way: "The so-called walker's fruit position is roughly the same as the Taiyi Dao fruit of the immortals. In terms of strength alone, it is comparable to the fifth-rank immortal official."

"In the Bodhi religion, if you want to obtain the walker's fruit position, you must first worship the Venerable, pass the test, and successfully obtain it. Then you can become a follower of the Venerable's seat... In our religion, there is another name for such followers."

"It's called Arhat."

Shen Yi listened carefully and whispered: "How to obtain the fruit position?"

In the land of Shenzhou, it is extremely presumptuous to easily inquire about the secrets of the three religions.

But since Monk Zhikong was going to talk about it, he had no intention of hiding it: "Read the scriptures thoroughly, and experience the tribulations with peace of mind. The number of tribulations required varies according to the different levels of the practitioner."

"The seventy-two levels of fruition, like the Dragon and Tiger Sutra stolen by my senior brother, are ranked 31st. Even if one has a good character, one must at least experience eighty-one tribulations. The higher the level, the more tribulations are required."

"What is a tribulation?" Shen Yi was like a child who didn't understand anything, and didn't care about the embarrassing thing at all.

"One calamity equals 129,000 years."

Monk Zhikong sighed: "When entering the world with a flesh body, there is no need to ask what a calamity is. When the time comes, the fruition will naturally be achieved."

"So..." Shen Yi's eyelids twitched, and he re-examined the monk in front of him: "Can you live for tens of millions of years?"

"How is that possible?" Master Zhikong opened the conversation, not as serious as before, and even rolled his eyes: "To survive the calamity of the flesh body, this is all old news. According to the elders in the sect, in the past, practitioners needed to find various ways to prolong their lifespans, and even reincarnate continuously to make up the required calamities."

"As for now."

Master Zhikong took out a dirty cold steamed bun from his arms and chewed it with a big mouthful: "Things in the mortal world gather the wishes of all living beings. If we are willing to pray for the people and suffer, we can add the wish power to our bodies and survive the calamity of the heart."

"The heart is an empty thing, and a thousand years pass in a snap of a finger."

After the voice fell, Shen Yi finally felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

Many things that were not understood were suddenly explained.

Don't look at Master Zhikong's mysterious words. To put it bluntly, it's just that these cultivators are not satisfied with the time, and they have worked hard to study a shortcut.

It's just a tribulation. I can endure 129,000 years alone, which is one tribulation.

Then I have strong ability, so I can endure more hardships for those mortals. If one person endures for 500 years, two hundred people can be equivalent to one tribulation. No wonder... these immortals are willing to stay honestly. They have the power to turn mountains and seas, but they are content to be rain-praying messengers and children immortals in the Divine Dynasty.

Their so-called wish power is not the imperial aura that shrouds the Divine Dynasty!

It's just that some people rely on begging, and some rely on cheating.

Even after experiencing the incident in Hongze, seeing with his own eyes how Qinghua collected so many merits, Shen Yi can still think of a third more convenient and more inhumane method.

He doesn't believe that other cultivators can't think of it.

"..."

Shen Yi slowly slowed down his pace, and a question suddenly emerged in his mind.

These imperial auras... can't be consumed?

If there are more people like walkers and immortals, and they consume all the imperial energy, can Shenzhou under the rule of the Human Emperor still have the same ruling power as it does now?

Damn it.

Shen Yi patted his forehead. He could hardly protect himself, but he still had the leisure to think about these things.

However, if he could get the Dragon and Tiger Sutra and achieve the Dragon and Tiger Arhat fruit position, let alone the Immortal Court, would there be a chance to solve Zi Ling's problem?

Shen Yi turned his attention back to Master Zhikong.

Tsk, no wonder they all want to get close to the disciples of the three religions. This is simply a huge treasure house.

"Master Zhikong, we're here."

At this moment, the Taoist couple of Ziyun Sect stopped in a desolate suburb. Under the cover of the imperial energy, the effect of their Qi-seeking method was extremely poorly suppressed. The man even took elixirs to bless them, and then he came here.

Monk Zhikong looked around and found that many people had gathered here, all of whom looked alert.

Especially after seeing a big bald man approaching, many people looked over with hostility, then stood up and scattered away.

Monk Zhikong was not angry, but sat quietly on the ground.

When night fell, the fire was everywhere, and the figures of the four people were gradually submerged in the sea of ​​people.

A slightly warm breeze blew from the hill, dispelling the chill on everyone.

"The spiritual light shines everywhere."

With a whisper, all the torches went out at once, but the surroundings became much brighter.

The crowd gradually stood up, and the gentle breeze from the mountains blew, carrying a little spiritual light, which remained on everyone's clothes.

"Master..."

The faces of the two Taoists of Ziyun Sect suddenly became much more solemn.

They looked at Monk Zhikong in doubt.

This is clearly the authentic Bodhi Sect method, how can it be evil? !

What a joke, with the background of their Ziyun Sect, they dare to pursue the big figures of Bodhi Sect?

"Don't worry, I swear on my life that this matter will never involve you."

"Now that the person has been found, please leave quickly and don't get hurt."

Master Zhikong sat cross-legged. As he spoke, his tattered clothes began to ripple slightly, a layer of golden light slowly emerged from his skin, and his entire face became majestic without anger.

"I will thank you two after I handle this matter."

In the faint fluorescent light shrouded in the night, this thin body was as bright as the sun, shocking everyone around and making them stagger and retreat.

Hearing this, the two Taoist companions of Ziyun Sect felt a little embarrassed: "We didn't mean that... Hey, I hope you will understand."

It is indeed impossible for them to offend another disciple of Bodhi Sect because of a disciple of Bodhi Sect.

Moreover, it is not something they can join in the fight involving walkers. To put it bluntly, they can be crushed to death by a slap from others.

"Master, goodbye." The two turned around and left without any hesitation.

They were even a little relieved that a habitual offender had come out to steal the limelight before. This kind of credit... should be left to this senior immortal.

"Friend Shen."

Zhikong stood up, pulled out a wrinkled manuscript from his arms, and handed it to Shen Yi: "You can go too, thank you for this trip."

"..."

Shen Yi took the manuscript without too much courtesy.

Just as the boy in the land temple said, it is indeed not enough for a Sanxian to hunt down demons in the Divine Dynasty.

With Master Zhikong's character, it would be a burden for a cultivator of his level to stay here.

Instead of wasting time here, it is better to find a place to learn this technique as soon as possible.

Just pretending to be a fake constable, he got a technique to break through the seventh level. Such an outrageous business may not happen again in his life.

"Take care, Master."

Shen Yi nodded gently and turned to leave.

After the three people walked away, Monk Zhikong finally felt relieved. He stretched out his palm and used his spiritual light to protect the people here. Then he jumped up and turned into a golden stream of light and whistled towards the top of the mountain!

When he landed, he was already standing at the door of a dilapidated temple in the mountains.

The monk casually stretched out his palm, and a round long stick fell into his palm.

He raised his left palm and saluted towards the temple. The immaturity among the people before faded away instantly, and the whole person was like a god: "Zhikong asked my brother to come back with me to confess my sins for the third time. This time, there will really be no next time."

The temple was silent. After an unknown period of time, a hunched and wretched figure finally walked out.

He was also dressed like a monk, but with an ugly rat head and a very long beard, which looked a little disgusting.

It slowly walked in front of Zhikong, raised its head, and sighed: "Look at your skin, so beautiful, but you don't go to the fairy court to be an official, you are a fool."

"Brother Lingguang." Monk Zhikong tightly grasped the long stick and took a deep breath.

In an instant, the stick was like thunder, smashing down from the air, but stopped at the moment it touched the forehead of the rat demon.

It was not that the monk was soft-hearted, but that the rat demon sat on the ground casually, not only did not intend to resist, but also covered his forehead with five fingers.

"I am too weak, I really can't beat you."

"There is really no next time."

"Because if you chase me again, I will make you feel guilty once, I want to see how many lives you can carry on your shoulders."

The rat demon pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth, staring at Monk Zhikong with a smile, and silently said: "Stupid dog."

As the voice fell, it suddenly exerted force with five fingers, and actually crushed its own head.

The whole body instantly turned into a clay sculpture, clattering and falling to the ground.

"..."

Monk Zhikong stared at the pile of rotten rocks under his feet, turned around suddenly, and without a word, he ran down the mountain like a madman!