Fantasy: There Is Something Wrong With This Beastmaster

Three months later, Qin Luo and Master Dansheng finally completed their scheduled journey and traveled most of the Western Wilderness.

All the way to practice hard, the places along the way are the footprints of Qin Luo's hard work.

And under this diligent practice, Qin Luo also achieved his wish to breakthrough to the Ninth Stage of the Lingzun, and he has accumulated a very deep foundation.

At this level, it is already possible to take the holy elixir to become holy.

But Qin Luo didn't bother to use this kind of medicine pill, relying on his own hard work, he could also advance grade to the Holy Land within expectations.

Actually is not looking down on the medicine pill, but Qin Luo always feels that there is something missing in the medicine pill, but he can't say it.

For the cultivator, this kind of hidden feeling has Karma, and if it is serious, it will involve the root of the Dao.

In this regard, Qin Luo also asked Dan Sheng Jiyao for advice, asking if there would be any disadvantages in becoming a saint by entering the holy pill.

Ji Yao's answer is: "Compared to the spiritual realm that came up through hard work, relying on the Medicine Pill to become a saint, the foundation will be slightly insufficient, and the Realm will be more vain, but it's okay, just make up for the late stage, the big deal is Holy Realm lays a solid foundation, the same."

Hearing this sentence, Qin Luo understood a little bit. He still needs to work hard on his relationship, and it's not that he can't meet the expected standards.

So entering the holy pill was ruled out.

Of course, this thing is not bad, it's just that Qin Luo doesn't need it.

So far, Qin Luo and the others are very close to the Wailing Temple.

Ji Yao said: "Come on, the ruined temple in front is over."

As Qin Luo and the others approached, the appearance of the Weeping Grave Temple was gradually revealed.

This temple is too dilapidated, there are broken walls everywhere, there is really only one fucking door left at the temple gate, and the rest are all down.

The name of the temple can no longer be seen clearly, it is dilapidated and old, overgrown with weeds, and there is a withered and yellow scene everywhere.

Further inside, there are two temple rooms that are still "in good condition".

Qin Luo's mouth twitched at this, what the hell is this.

But Ji Yao was very calm, as if he was used to it, and walked over slowly.

"Try not to touch the things here, maybe they will fall if you poke them with your fingers."

Ji Lin who followed behind was so frightened that he quickly stopped, he wanted to touch the temple gate just now.

Qin Luo looked around, and there was a piece of withered and yellow weeds everywhere, without any life.

Ji Yao yelled a few words: "Old Barefoot, where did you die?"

The sound reverberated in the Weeping Grave Temple, making people feel that as long as the sound was louder, it could shake this place down.

Ji Lin leaned over: "Master, no one is here."

Ji Yao took a brisk step: "Forget it, leave him alone, let's tidy up the room, otherwise we won't be able to live in it."

Ji Lin babbled: "Master, why don't we build a shed? If we knock down the house and blackmail us, what should we do?"

Ji Yao, who was about to step in, retracted his foot and looked at his apprentice.

"Good apprentice, you have learned how to be clever. You are right, let's build a shed."

Seeing this, Qin Luo could only stare blankly, looking at this and that.

"Hey, Ji Yao senior, what should I do?"

Ji Yao spread his hands: "What else can I do? The old barefoot is not here, so you should practice first."

Qin Luo scratched his head, looked at the dilapidated old temples around, and said suddenly: "Could they all move out?"

Ji Yao looked at it, and then said calmly: "Move a fart, even if this Weeping Tomb Temple is rotten to scum, melted into mud, that old barefoot is reluctant to move it away."

After finishing speaking, Ji Yao looked around the Weeping Tomb Temple and couldn't help saying: "I don't know how to repair it. Last time I came here, there was at least a room to live in. This time I came here and asked me to set up my own tent. Alas! You deserve the Weeping Tomb Temple." Be cool."

As soon as Ji Yao finished speaking, a voice of retort came from a distance.

"Hey, hey! Old goat! Who do you think wants to be cold? I cry at the grave temple, this is called Buddha nature, do you understand?"

Looking around, a man who looked to be in his thirties and dressed in tattered monk robes came over.

As the name suggests, there is a barefoot monk, holding a purple gold bowl for alms alms, looking a bit ruffian.

This surprised Qin Luo a bit, he thought the barefoot monk was some kind of eminent monk.

Ji Yao looked at him and said, "Why are you living longer and more? Last time I saw you, you were still in your fifties. Why are you only in your thirties this time? In a few Hundred Years, don't you? It’s not about becoming a child.”

The barefoot monk obviously knew Ji Yao very well, striding towards him, he said, "Bah! Daddy, this is called living a second life, you know what a fart! Look at you, you are old, I'm still young, okay?" good."

Ji Yao turned around and said: "This guy's Cultivation Technique is a bit strange, it's called the Nirvana Sutra, every time a certain number of years or Nirvana is passed, his appearance will change drastically. When I first met him, this guy still looked like an eminent monk. , After a few times, he became more and more out of tune, but don't look at him like this, he is older than me."

Ji Lin exclaimed: "Isn't that an old monster?"

The barefoot monk glanced at him, frowned and said, "Is this your apprentice? If you can't speak, just say a few words."

Qin Luo looked at the barefoot monk, and then frowned, as if a little strange.

Immediately asked: "His Realm?"

I saw that the barefoot monk's Realm was floating, sometimes high and sometimes low. When it was low, it was not as good as a stronger mortal, but when it was high, it was comparable to the peak of a spiritual saint.

The barefoot monk coughed and said, "Something went wrong, it's okay."

Qin Luo suddenly looked disgusted, looked at Ji Yao, and gave a slight signal.

That's it? That's it?

The barefoot monk suddenly had a strange expression: "Hey! Boy! What's your expression? Look down on me?"

Ji Yao waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about it, his Realm, what we want is the knowledge in his mind."

The barefoot monk suddenly realized: "Oh! It turns out that you came to ask me to teach me how to practice, hum! I'm not in the mood, so I don't want to teach."

Hearing this, Ji Yao stretched out his hand, "Repay the money."

The barefoot monk's face suddenly felt as uncomfortable as eating shit, and then quickly squeezed out a smile: "Who are we to follow each other, don't we, why don't we just teach a junior, what a big deal."

The barefoot monk patted his chest: "It's on me."

On Qin Luo's side, Xiaobai was also called out. This was the last stop in the Western Wilderness.

When Xiaobai appeared, the barefoot monk frowned and looked at it in surprise.

"What a beast! The world is amazing!"

Qin Luo cupped fist bowed and said, "Time is running out, so I ask the senior for advice."

The barefoot monk nodded: "Okay, no problem, the first step is to take off your shoes."