Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 803 Garden Heart

In front of the field of vision, on an ancient tree far away, countless tentacles and vines were entangled together, and even a strange tree there was completely entangled, forming a huge irregular takraw ball.

The faint golden light emanated from the gap between the sepak takraw balls. Along with the golden light, there were waves of faint chanting sounds.

"It seems he is from the Purification Path? He is quite comfortable here. I don't know if I should say he is lucky or unlucky." Zhang Deming looked at the light ball and said.

Lord Shenling probably sensed Zhang Deming's indifference and playfulness towards Buddhist Gate, so he no longer paid so much attention to his words and said rather casually:

"Don't the Bald Donkeys of Lingshan just have the Tao, Purification, and Body Tao that are more prominent? In the age of new techniques, most of them are carved out of the same mold.

If it hadn't been for those bald donkey Buddhas who created the Golden Wheel of Merit with their great wishes and started the unreasonable way of borrowing money from heaven and earth, they would have been squeezed out of the Three Great Saints long ago. "

Zhang Deming also pursed his lips and said: "There is no way, just one trick and you can eat it all over the world. I am willing to borrow money. As long as the golden wheel of merit is not broken and the pool of merit is not broken, Lingshan can occupy a certain position in any era." .”

This is not because Zhang Deming admires Buddhist Gate and is optimistic about monks. He is just very clear about the power of early consumption.

Whether it's for consumers or lenders, he knows it's extremely powerful. Not to mention that they have also established a merit pool and crowdfunding fund to prevent problems such as loan liabilities and the collapse of the capital chain.

Besides, in this resource era of Hongmeng, as long as Lingshan finds the right way to borrow money, haha, among the three, they might really be able to overtake them in a corner!

"Boom!"

The sound of a wooden fish suddenly appeared, and a 'Swastika' Buddha seal rushed out from the sepak takraw ball, and the golden light became a little more dazzling.

"Chichi..."

The sepak takraw ball was stretched open by the 'Swastika' Buddha seal, and the vines loosened a lot. When illuminated by the golden light, they began to melt quickly like ice and snow seeing the scorching sun, and little bits of green smoke rose.

The sepak takraw ball was completely dissolved in the blink of an eye, and a ball of light was revealed. In the ball of light, a handsome monk with a pale, bloodless face emerged.

At this moment, the monk closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, with a wooden fish in front of his legs and a wooden fish stick in his hand, which he was tapping gently.

Not far from the center of the eyebrow, a golden bead is suspended. As the monk strikes and chants, all the power is transferred to the bead, and golden brilliance emits from the bead.

"Is it him?" Zhang Deming looked at the monk and his expression changed.

"Oh, you are still a Buddhist!" Shen Lingjun also sounded a voice of gloating at the same time.

Obviously, the two monks knew each other. Of course, it was not that they had met each other, but they knew each other like celebrities.

This monk is Duyu Buddha from Jinshan Temple. Among the many Buddhist disciples in Lingshan, he is one of the three most famous. He has been famous for the longest time and is considered to be one of the most promising Buddhist disciples in the contemporary era to achieve the status of Luohan.

Under the surprised gazes of the two people, the moment the takraw ball-like tentacle vines melted away, Du Yu, who had closed his eyes while chanting sutras, suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at Zhang Deming.

When he saw only a pair of green ghost eyes floating in the air looking at him, he was stunned for a moment. Then his eyes flashed with golden light, as if he had discovered something, and he struck the wooden fish with a sudden force.

"Dong..."

After another loud noise, a faint golden light spread out.

It's a long story, but actually the tentacles of the sepak takraw ball have just melted at this moment. Immediately afterwards, the surrounding vines began to riot, and the vines on the ground rolled like a sea, and instantly submerged the monk's ball of light again.

The huge power emerging from the vines at this moment made Zhang Deming a little frightened.

After the vines buried the monk's ball of light, it slowly returned to calm. A sepak takraw ball resurfaced, and as it squirmed, a faint chant spread.

Obviously, this monk is already a turtle in the urn. Not to mention the illusion after escaping, he has no chance to escape.

Zhang Deming did not move at this moment, because the golden light that spread out from the loud noise began to slowly return as everything calmed down.

When everything calmed down, an extremely illusory shadow monk gathered in front of Zhang Deming.

The sea of ​​vines around them turned a blind eye to the shadow, but the shadow was also illusory and continued to scatter light spots. It was obviously a temporary measure.

"Duyu, the contemporary Buddhist disciple of Lingshan, has met this senior. I wonder if senior can show up to meet him?" The young monk Duyu looked at the green ghost eyes in front of him and said during the ceremony.

Zhang Deming shook his head and said, "There's no need to meet, I don't want to be discovered by this ghost!"

Duyu was stunned for a moment, then his eyes flashed and he said, "Senior, is he a great cultivator of the Hidden Dao?"

Huo reacted so quickly, which means that this guy has been here for a long time and knows this place quite well.

As Zhang Deming's thoughts flashed, he did not answer the other party's question, but said: "Your condition doesn't seem to be very good?"

Duyu's face darkened and he said: "Well, I originally thought that in the Lingxiao Realm, apart from the Lingxiao Palace, the most precious thing would be the Pantaoyuan, so I came here to look for opportunities. Who would have thought that in the end, the Pantaoyuan would become That’s it.”

"You came alone?" Zhang Deming asked.

Duyu said with a gloomy expression: "No, but the fellow disciples who came together...if the young monk had not possessed the relics and the Purifying Fishing Drum, he wouldn't have been able to hold on until now."

Zhang Deming's expression changed and he said, "Have you seen the people from the Dao Sect and the Great Saint?"

Duyu nodded and said: "When we searched the mainland before, there were people coming from the other two Great Saint lands. And before our senior brothers entered this Pantaoyuan, they seemed to have heard that an uncle Liuhe came from the Dao Sect. "

"Is there a saint?" Zhang Deming asked immediately.

Duyu looked at Zhang Deming and said expectantly: "Senior, are you really here to save people? Can you give me a ride?"

Senior Fang Xin, I don’t need you to take action, senior. I can give up part of my current body as bait, shed my shell and escape. In order to be unaware of the ghosts, I just wanted to use the concealment and protection method of my seniors to avoid the illusion in the future and hitch a ride. "

Zhang Deming: "······"

Each of these, Zhang Deming really didn't know how to describe this moment. Sure enough, if he wanted to become a Liuhe overhaul, being able to do so seemed to be a necessary element.

"Huo, no wonder this little bald donkey can get such a reputation in Hongmeng with the peak of the Five Elements. With this idea, he is worthy of this reputation."

As a word rang out, Shen Lingjun turned into a slender vine and emerged. Zhang Deming rolled his eyes at the other party. If he is as stubborn as you and has the same thoughts, is he worthy of the title of the number one Buddhist disciple of our time?

What a good face!

Duyu frowned lightly, looking at the green ghost eyes, a vine emerged from the void, and asked doubtfully: "This senior is...Beast Race Great Saint?"

Shen Lingjun did not reply to the other party, and Zhang Deming asked again: "Is there a saint?"

Duyu nodded and said: "Yes, the spirit-nurturing Sacred Land is led by the newly promoted saint Pan Ling'er, and the Hongmeng Sacred Land is led by the Yu Family Saint Child Yu Mingxin.

They seemed to have joined forces before the young monk entered the peach garden. The search should have been almost completed by then. We should have entered the garden front and back.

However, it has been stuck here for more than half a month now, and the erosion suddenly intensified four days ago. The young monks can only rely on the giant treasure and the way of purification to survive. them······"

When Zhang Deming heard this, his expression changed, and he turned around and left decisively.

"Senior..." Duyu's anxious words came from behind.

"Just wait. When I come back after rescuing people, I'll take you for a ride if I still have some energy left." Zhang Deming said.

Duyu thought he understood what Zhang Deming was worried about, and immediately said: "If the senior cannot protect so many people in his hidden state when he collapses, can you help the young monk send a distress signal to Lingshan after you get out?"

"Can!"

Following the words, those green ghost eyes seemed to have escaped into the void, slowly disappearing into reality.

Duyu's illusory figure was almost overflowing at this time, and suddenly, it collapsed.

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"I thought you would save people first. After all, you humans have a lot of fake morals!" Shen Lingjun said.

Zhang Deming deflected the snake-head-like vine tip, looked at the floating vines beside him, and said: "You can sell Lingshan a favor if you do it casually, but this fish..."

His purifying power is like a lamp here, too bright. Even after shedding her shell and escaping, it would be too difficult to become completely invisible.

He was very confident when he said he was escaping, but he didn't mention the possible dangers. Whether he was really confident, or he just wanted to get in the car first and then tie him up and force me to take him out.

They all gave me a bad impression. Normally, this little thought would be nothing, but in a life-and-death crisis, this little thought would be understandable. He is considered to have little thought.

After all, if you want to get Lingshan's favor, you have to bear the risk. But in this situation, I am still in a hurry, so forget it. It’s okay not to accept this favor! "

Shen Lingjun said blankly: "Shouldn't I be glad that I have always been more sincere and frank before?"

Zhang Deming nodded and said, "I should be glad that I don't have any prejudice against monsters. Besides, I also need someone who is familiar with this place."

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After a while, the two came to the eastern part of the flat peach orchard, the center of the entire orchard, where the eight-star peach tree used to be.

From a distance, a leafless, huge peach tree with tangled roots stands in the center of a small lake. The lake is not big, like a small puddle, surrounding the trees. Most of the entire lake is covered by curved peach trees.

It looks quiet, simple, and full of history. There was a large open space around it, and not a single tree stood next to it.

"Are you sure where the fluctuation is?" Zhang Deming looked ahead gloomily and asked.

"It should be true, there was a lot of movement before. After entering here and falling into the illusion, it is probably the reason why this evil species instinctively fears that the prey will escape. The stronger the cultivation base, the deeper the sinking should be.

After discovering that it was an illusion and waking up, I found that my body had been completely controlled and it was too late to run away.

If I hadn't been a grass-and-tree demon, so I was sensitive to this, reacted quickly, and discovered it early enough, I'd probably be over there now!

How about we go out first and try to bring in reinforcements? After all, if two Saint Child pairs from the Sacred Land really got stuck here, it would be okay to call a few Sacred Land Fellow Daoists to take a look. "Shen Lingjun tried.

Hearing this, Zhang Deming shook his head resolutely and said, "No, not to mention the strength of the reinforcements that can be called, it is very difficult for even gossip bosses to attack here, and it will take a long time even if they can succeed.

The most lacking thing now is time. I'm afraid that if I'm a little late, there will be no chance. "

Shen Lingjun stopped talking. Although he hoped that Zhang Deming would go out first and he could run away first, it was obviously not his decision now.

So even if Zhang Deming turned around to send him out first, and then came in later, it would take a while, but he didn't mention a word, and neither of them mentioned this choice.

Because everyone knows that Zhang Deming cannot be safe until he is safe. At this moment, he is not only Zhang Deming's passenger, but also Zhang Deming's insurance. If he encounters danger, he can also count his share.

Zhang Deming glanced at the lake from a distance, took a deep breath, and swam forward like a snake.

As he moved forward, his eyes were filled with breath, and the surrounding scene changed again. The light dimmed, and a sea of ​​vines, flesh, mucus, and strange trees emerged.

The instinctive panic in his heart, as well as the hairy feeling of touch, became more and more intense, as if a slight change would make him scream in shock.

Obviously, the erosion of the mind and spirit here has become more serious. It's just that unlike the chaos and madness before, the erosion here in Pantaoyuan is orderly, but more difficult to prevent, because it goes directly to the seven emotions and six desires in the heart.

Obviously, although the Goddess of Life and the Goddess of Wisdom are a trinity, after they are separated, probably because of their different experiences, the manifestation of the power of mind erosion is also completely different.

One is orderly and weird, the other is disorderly and crazy.

As he got closer, Zhang Deming gradually saw the true appearance of the ancient flat peach tree.

What surprised Zhang Deming was that the ancient tree still maintained the general appearance of a peach tree, at least the entire body of the peach tree.

On the huge peach tree, there are strange piranha flowers growing, and the flowers are like half-open saw-toothed mouths. Some are wide open with mucus, and some are closed, as if they are digesting something.

The other parts of the flowers are all densely packed with eyes, and they are all kinds of compound eyes, like the eyes of countless insects.

The scariest thing is the bottom of the tree. The roots of the tree have turned into countless giant octopus tentacles, some of which are soaked in the lake, and some of which are exposed outside. The mucus flows from slight wriggling.

The clear lake before turned into a black lake. The water was pitch black, and countless innocent souls were struggling and roaring in it.

Zhang Deming clearly felt that many souls were still active, and this turned out to be a lake of wronged souls.

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(End of chapter)