I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

The green-gray room is filled with various paintings. There are graceful goddesses in the painting, mythical beasts that fill the sky with glow, and some strange characters that have never been seen before. Each painting exudes fluctuations of spiritual energy. If you stare at it for a long time, the things on these paintings will come to life, affecting the mind of the person watching the paintings, and in severe cases, they may even cause direct insanity.

In the center of the room was a black futon, with an old man wearing a navy blue robe sitting on it.

When several people came in, the old man opened his eyes and looked over.

"Five people?"

The old man's voice is a little hoarse, but if you listen carefully, it feels a little different, as if many people are talking at the same time.

Foundation-building immortal cultivation!

Although no one explained, everyone subconsciously held their breath when they saw the old man. This kind of momentum cannot be achieved by Qi Refining Technique monks.

The flowing Tao charm on his body can only be possessed by foundation-building monks, and the sense of vicissitudes of time on the other person's body is an illusion brought about by the accumulation of time.

"There are still some people who were deceived by Uncle Chengfeng."

As soon as Huang BuTong opened his mouth, his voice was interrupted, and the old man who spoke inside had closed his eyes.

"Forget it, just take them directly to the Taoist Academy and let Wang Zhong give them entry supplies."

"yes."

Hu Qiudao and Huang Buong responded at the same time, bowed and left the room with Chen Luo and the others.

The so-called apprenticeship ended in a hurry, and the master didn't even look at them.

The five new disciples following behind looked confused.

After leaving the secret room, the bronze door in front slowly closed. Chen Luo raised his head and looked through the crack in the door.

The old man inside was completely shrouded in mist.

In the twisted mist, he seemed to see a graceful fairy dancing, and he seemed to see a butcher with a knife covered in blood.

‘Inner demon! ’

The mummy brain in his mind suddenly reflected an idea.

This was an obsession that left a deep impression on him during his lifetime, just like Chen Luo's first contact with the Jianghu guest who remembered a prescription for bodybuilding.

"Let's go. After meeting Master, you have completed the introduction."

After leaving the door, Hu Qiudao and Huang Butong straightened their backs again.

"Don't be surprised. Master, he is a foundation-building monk, a member of the Immortal Path with a life span of 500 years. He is not from the same world as us. Even if we cultivate to the point of perfect Qi refining, if there is no chance encounter, we will survive until death. One hundred and fifty years, the time spent in the sect is even shorter. Over the years, Master has come and gone, I don’t know how many disciples he has accepted and how many have been sent away."

Huang BuTong didn't finish his words.

But everyone understands the meaning behind it.

The peak master of Enlightenment Peak is not completely indifferent, but he has seen too much about life and death and is unwilling to waste time on these matters.

From the perspective of a foundation-building monk, this mentality is easy to understand.

Shenhu Xianmen accepts disciples every year.

The disciples who cannot stay will only stay here for two or three years, and then new people will join. They come and go, and in the end they all become passers-by. There is no point in remembering those who cannot stay. Maybe by the time the people on the mountain come out and come down the mountain, those people outside will no longer be there.

After following the two people out of the cultivation side hall, Hu Qiudao left.

His mission has been completed, and the rest is Huang BuTong's business. This Senior Brother Huang is different from Hu Qiudao in that he speaks very few words. Not counting the tiger-headed stuffed animal in his hand, he gave the impression of a taciturn ascetic.

"Senior Brother Huang, do we all have this kind of atmosphere at Wu Dao Peak?"

Female cultivator Huang Ying asked nervously.

Along the way, Chen Luo also learned the name of this female disciple. The three male practitioners with her were named Fu An, Xun Xian and Yao Zhenghai. These people were acquainted with Feizhou, including the guys who were deceived by Xianhe Chengfeng, and they were all with them. They should have had an alliance with each other similar to the 'Luxury Country Association', but this fragile alliance has almost ceased to exist in name only.

"Regret it?"

Huang BuTong did not look back, it was the tiger-headed puppet in his right hand who spoke.

Now everyone is used to it. This senior brother Huang's practice has gone awry, and this tiger-head puppet is also a part of him.

"Our Enlightenment Peak is pretty good, but the atmosphere at the Beast Control Peak next door is really miserable. I have to go to Lingyuan every day to shovel the feces of spirit beasts. The smell on my body is, tsk tsk."

The tiger-headed puppet didn't wait for their answer and started talking to himself.

"The other peaks are similar. It's not easy at the beginning. After all, cultivation is about competing with the sky. You can't achieve enlightenment and become an immortal if everything goes smoothly." When it comes to cultivation, the tiger-headed puppet also became a lot more serious. .

While talking, several people came to another side hall.

Boom, boom, boom.

Huang BuTong slammed the door hard, his attitude completely different from when he met Wuwei Zhenren before.

Bang!

After a sound, the wooden door opened.

On the left side behind the door, there is a two-meter-tall puppet holding the door bolt. It was the puppet who opened the door just now.

"Response is so slow, I will replace you sooner or later." Huang BuTong glanced at the puppet with disgust on his face, and led everyone in.

After entering the side hall, the scene inside changed.

It doesn't look like a very big side hall from the outside, but it's a unique place inside. The surrounding walls are covered with dense immortal inscriptions, and there are some arc-shaped lines connecting each other. The whole combination turns into a huge edict pattern. With Chen Luo's current strength, he could only barely tell that this pattern was related to the formation. If it were more profound, he would not be able to understand it.

The shelves on both sides are filled with various supplies, including medicinal materials, ores, and some special parts.

"Don't move things around and don't look around. If you touch something dangerous, you will die."

Huang BuTong walked in front and reminded him without looking back.

After hearing this, several people immediately stopped their curious eyes. In this way, Huang Bubu led them through the shelf area until they reached the end. After passing a small door, other people slowly appeared.

"Senior Brother Huang, are you bringing someone new?"

These people seemed to know Huang BuTong and even greeted him.

Huang BuTong just nodded in response, but the tiger-headed puppet was particularly active. He could say something every time he saw someone.

"It's Junior Sister Li. I haven't seen you for a few days and you seem to have grown older again."

"Junior Brother Sun, why have you become stronger again? In my opinion, you just worshiped the wrong mountain. You should go to the Shenhuo Peak to become a blacksmith."

"Hey! Senior Brother Zhou, you haven't come down from the mountain yet."

After passing two more small rooms, we finally arrived at our destination. This was the place with the most disciples. There was a small window on the wall directly opposite.

Sitting inside was a wizened old man with gray hair.

The old man was sitting on the rocking chair and rocking slowly, looking like an old man. All the disciples who came here would lower their voices and talk to the old man respectfully.

"Go, go, I'm here on credit. Get out of here."

As soon as they approached, they heard the angry voice of the little old man.

A disciple who was scolded turned red in the face. Seeing Huang BuTong and others coming over, they had to suppress their displeasure. After apologizing, they bowed their heads and left.

The big guys will be on shelves next month.

After it was put on the shelves, I started adding more updates and it exploded.

Monthly ticket is 500 plus 1 update! We will also make up for the previous outstanding updates, which will occur from time to time.

In the end, thousands of words converged into one sentence.

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