Life span deduction, my move is the supreme immortal method

The two of them returned to Yanglong Temple, and Li Ci was amazed by the scene in front of him.

Ancient, mysterious, and full of Buddhist mysteries.

Big Buddha, ancient temples, Buddhist seals, scriptures...

Everywhere is about Buddhism, everywhere, reminding people here all the time that this is a Buddhist holy land.

The incense is not popular, and there are not many disciples, but Yanglong Temple is huge, and Buddhist temples of all sizes are everywhere.

Li Ci saw a huge Buddha tripod, a hundred-foot-high Buddha statue, a human-shaped Buddha bell, and a square carved with Buddha pictures.

Every corner here is filled with strong Buddhist nature.

Entering here, one will feel relaxed and refreshed unconsciously, and the stagnant thoughts will suddenly become unblocked.

Whether it is the body, mind, or soul, it seems to have been sublimated.

What surprised Li Ci was that in the center of Yanglong Temple, there was a ferocious Buddha statue standing tall.

The Buddha statue looked like a man and a woman, holding a phoenix in one hand and a dragon in the other, biting a golden sword in the mouth, and wrapped in Buddha smoke.

Sacred and extremely ferocious!

Like a Buddha, like a ghost, grinning.

"This Buddha statue..."

Li Ci pointed to the huge Buddha statue.

"Oh... don't be afraid, this is the Buddha of Buddhism, holding a dragon, holding a phoenix, biting a sword. It looks a little ugly, but according to rumors, he is a compassionate Bodhisattva who kills demons and saves all living beings!"

Song Ping'an clasped his hands together. He was always careless, but at this moment he was extremely respectful.

Li Ci nodded, "How many people are there in your Yanglong Temple?"

So far, Li Ci has not seen any Buddhist disciples. The huge Yanglong Temple is empty, without any human voice!

Song Ping'an counted with his fingers, "Including me, there are three people in total!"

Hmm?

Li Ci was puzzled.

Three people?

"Me, my master, and my master!"

Song Ping'an said very seriously.

"Are you all single-generation descendants?"

Li Ci was curious.

Yanglong Temple is not well-known in Nanzhou, and it is not a powerful sect, but in the eyes of the major powers, it is a hidden temple.

There are not many disciples, but their weight is not light.

Song Ping'an shrugged, said nothing, turned around and found a direction.

Li Ci followed Song Ping'an and pushed open a palace door.

The four looked at each other and were stunned.

The golden Buddha was huge, kind-hearted, solemn and sacred.

In the huge palace, in front of the golden Buddha, two people were gathered around the table.

The aroma was fragrant, and fresh meat was rolling in the clay pot.

The smell of wine was everywhere, and there were many burps.

The two wore cassocks, wore Buddhist beads around their necks, and looked solemn.

One was fat and had a greasy mouth.

The other was skinny and skinny.

Now they had red noses, burped, and chewed meat.

"Uh..."

"Amitabha, good, good!"

"The donor came from afar and visited suddenly. I don't have anything good to treat the donor. How about I recite the Great Compassion Mantra for the donor!"

The fat monk wiped the grease in his mouth and put his hands together.

Li Ci: "..."

He looked at the fresh meat rolling on the table, then looked at the tall and solemn golden Buddha behind him, and then looked at the two people who were having a lot of fun.

Li Ci frowned.

Including Song Pingan, the three monks gave Li Ci an unexpected feeling.

Overturned Li Ci's long-standing understanding of monks!

"Don't misunderstand, these are prepared for the Buddha!"

"We are monks, and we are the disciples of the Buddha. The Buddha is above the nine heavens and it is difficult for him to eat these offerings. We can only give Buddha a reluctant excuse."

"It's all for the people of the world, for the poor people, and for..."

Li Ci waved his hand, "Master, I understand, for the people of the world, thank you for your hard work!"

"It's good that the donor understands, Amitabha!"

The skinny old monk stood up shakily, not knowing whether he was drunk or weak, and his body almost couldn't stand steadily.

"Who is this?"

Li Ci also put his hands together.

"This is my master, Tang Sanzang!"

Song Pingan pointed to the fat monk.

"This is my master, Master Haomeng!"

Tang Sanzang looked at the skinny old monk, grinning, his big belly shaking again and again.

"Hello, Masters!"

Li Ci clasped his fists and bowed slightly!

"Junior Li Ci!"

Hearing this name, the two men's eyes suddenly lit up and looked Li Ci up and down.

Li Ci's name is a household name, resounding throughout the entire Nanzhou.

Killing a martial god is like beheading a chicken, and killing a half-step martial saint is just a sword.

The powerful men in Nanzhou now keep their distance from Li Ci.

Master Haomeng staggered, skinny, and staggered with every step, and came to Li Ci.

He was not polite, and reached out to touch Li Ci and pinched him hard.

"The martial bone is not broad, the blood is not pure, and the talent is not high!"

Master Haomeng was puzzled and surprised.

"Mr. Li, to put it bluntly, your martial arts talent is not high!"

"To put it bluntly, you are a waste!"

Li Ci: "..."

Master Haomeng counted with his fingers, muttered to himself, but his brows were getting more and more furrowed.

"I calculated for you. You are in a mess ahead. It is hard to see through. There are many causes and effects."

"You are the first person I find hard to see through!"

Master Haomeng shook his head, feeling endless doubts.

Li Ci obviously has no talent, but his strength is frighteningly strong, and his path is also unclear.

Extremely weird.

"Thank you for the divination, Master. I know I am not as good as others. I can only make up for the gap with others by hard work. Others eat one bowl of rice, I eat ten bowls. Others sleep once a day, I sleep ten times. Others poop one meal a day, I poop ten meals a day. Others marry one wife, I marry ten..."

"I am clumsy, I can only make up for it with sweat and hard work!"

Li Ci looked serious.

Three people: "..."

Does what you said have anything to do with cultivation?

"Ping An, where is the Demon-Suppressing Stele?"

Tang Sanzang patted his big belly.

Song Ping An pointed at Li Ci.

With a bitter smile, Li Ci spread his palm and the Demon-Suppressing Stele flew out.

The small town demon monument slowly rotated, emitting a faint black light, and the power of suppression was diffused, pressing the nothingness to distort.

"You kid..."

Master Haomeng took a breath, reached out to take a piece of meat from the boiling clay pot, and ate it with a smack.

"I wonder if Master Li is willing to work with us to eliminate the evil spirit?"

Tang Sanzang asked.

"Master, aren't you talking nonsense?"

"Old Li is here, of course he is willing!"

Li Ci: "..."

"Two masters, I have something to ask you!"

"Ask as you go. Although we stay at home, we know everything about the world."

Tang Sanzang sat down, took a sip of wine and a bite of meat, and his mouth was full of greasy food.

He also picked the fat meat to eat.

"Why can the false fairy spirit be extracted from the evil spirit?"

Li Ci sat down and poured wine for the two masters.

"There are many kinds of evil spirits. What we suppress in Yanglong Temple is evil spirits, which are creatures derived from evil spirits. They have absolute intelligence, are extremely cruel, and are evil."

"Evil spirits are just ordinary evil spirits. The extracted pseudo-immortal spirits are actually evil spirits, but they are no longer evil. If you use pseudo-immortal spirits, you can indeed improve your strength, but the sequelae are also serious!"

"Well, let's put it this way. As long as you use pseudo-immortal spirits to improve your strength, your strength will always stagnate at the current state and will never improve again. If you want to improve, you can only rely on various external objects!"

Master Haomeng said lightly.

"So that's it!"

Li Ci nodded.

The evil spirits in Yanglong Temple have grown intelligence and become evil spirits, which can be regarded as a living being.

Fortunately, I was decisive and not greedy before, and I crushed the evil spirits directly.

"Excuse me, masters, is there really immortal spirits in the world, and are there people who practice immortality?"

Li Ci asked the question he wanted to know most in his heart.

"Yes!"

"The Great Wilderness used to be a world of immortal cultivation. Everyone cultivated immortality. Later, evil spirits invaded, and immortality energy dried up. The immortal cultivators left the Great Wilderness. Those who stayed behind had no immortality energy, so they could only settle for the next best thing, cultivating spiritual energy to transfer to martial arts!"

Li Ci nodded, "I wonder if there is still immortality energy in the Great Wilderness?"

"Yes!"

"But not much!"

"However, some people are extremely lucky and get immortality energy, soaring into the sky!"

"To give an analogy, if you are an ordinary person and have no talent for martial arts, if you can get a ray of immortality energy, you can become a martial arts saint overnight!"

Master Haomeng said seriously.

"If a martial arts saint in the world gets immortality energy, can he also become a cultivator?"

Li Ci asked.

"No!"

"But it must be beyond the scope of the martial arts saint in the world!"

Li Ci nodded, got what he wanted, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Li Ci thought about it and took out the gold medal of Changchun Gate.

"Master, do you know that there was a sect of immortals called Changchun Sect?"

Tang Sanzang shook his head.

"I don't know. The immortals left the Great Wilderness at least ten thousand years ago."

"But

, we have a lot of books about the Great Wilderness in our Sutra Library. If you want to read them, you can take them. "

"Thank you, masters!"

Li Ci smiled.

"Have you eaten? Let's eat together!"

Tang Sanzang bit a piece of meat.

"Okay!"

In the solemn and sacred Buddhist temple, the big golden Buddha is like a mountain, with kind eyes.

Surrounded by various Buddhist Bodhisattvas.

They stared at the four people in the temple.

The aroma of wine and meat, Buddhist disciples, eating meat and drinking wine.

Li Ci was not polite, eating and drinking with the three people, and asking the two masters some questions from time to time.

Of course, they were all about the people who practiced immortality.

It was not easy to meet two old immortals, so naturally I couldn't miss this opportunity.