Eternal Sacred King Chapter 581: Wan Nian Ancient Temple
"Huh?"
The voice interrupted Su Zimo's thoughts.
At the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley, there are really alive people!
Su Zimo opened the door and saw a young novice monk sitting cross-legged on the futon with his hands folded, an ancient book placed on his chest, chanting softly.
Su Zimo was slightly startled.
When he wanted to come, the living person at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley must be a remarkable figure, but he did not expect to be such a young novice monk.
The little novice monk in front of him, his cultivation level should not exceed the Golden Core Realm.
Although Su Zimo's cultivation base is not there, his eyesight is still there.
The little novice monk seemed to feel something, stopped chanting, and turned his head.
These eyes are as clear as water, as if they can reflect the heart of a child!
The little novice girl smiled slightly, stood up, folded his hands together, and said: "Donor, you are awake."
Su Zimo stepped forward, bowed and bowed, and said: "Under Su Zimo, I would like to thank fellow Taoist for saving my life."
"Donors don’t have to be like this."
The little novice monk smiled and said: "It was the master who was aware of the old man, and the little monk brought the donor back."
"Master?"
Su Zimo's tone was filled with surprise.
In this way, this is not only a young novice monk at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley!
The little novice nodded, his eyes fell on the hall not far away, and said: "However, the master is in retreat and no one is seen for the time being."
The Daxiong Hall not far away, the door is closed.
Su Zimo nodded and asked: "How long have I been in a coma?"
"More than a month."
Su Zimo pursed his lips silently, only that the corners of his mouth felt a little bitter.
Due to the destruction of his cultivation base, his body's self-healing power has also dropped drastically. This time he was injured, and he has not been able to heal in more than a month!
With a little silence, Su Zimo asked again: "How long will it take for the master of fellow Taoists to leave the customs?"
"Little monk doesn't know."
The little novice monk shook his head and said: "It may be tomorrow, it may be a year, or it may be a hundred years."
"One Hundred Years..."
Su Zimo gave a wry smile.
Aware of Su Zimo's disappointment, the little novice monk was very serious and comforted: "Donor, don't worry, time flies, like a white horse passing by, a century of things, but in a blink of an eye."
The little novice monk does not seem to be a teenager.
These words came out of his mouth, it was really nondescript, it looked a little weird.
The little novice said again: "If the donor feels bored, he can read the scriptures in the Buddhist scriptures at will. These scriptures are vast and profound, and contain the secrets of the world. Even if the scriptures are poor, they may not be able to get a glimpse of the profound meaning." /
"There is endless fun in the scriptures. Once you are immersed in it, time passes without knowing it. A hundred years is also very fast."
The little novice monk said lightly, but Su Zimo was really uninterested.
Su Zimo couldn't refuse the little novice's kindness, so he nodded and smiled, his eyes turned, looked around, and looked around.
There are not many buildings in this courtyard, only two.
One is the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, and the other is the Great Hall of the Great Heroes. There is no Zen room.
This is a simple ancient temple.
Old, old!
The only two buildings seem to be very old. I don’t know how many winds and rains they have experienced, and they are full of traces of time.
In front of the main hall, two vegetable gardens are planned, which is the only hint of greenery.
The gates of the ancient temple are in dilapidated condition. When blown by the wind, it creaks and creaks and seems to collapse at any time.
"Why is there such a strange ancient temple at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley?"
Su Zimo's expression was a little dazed.
For an instant, there seemed to be some inspiration flashing through my mind.
But at this time, Su Zimo's mind was in chaos, and most of his mind was thinking about how to restore his cultivation base, and he didn't even think about it.
Standing for a while, Su Zimo turned around and walked towards the door of the ancient temple.
This ancient temple, as far as the eye can see, you can see almost everything, there is really nothing to see.
Su Zimo wants to go outside and see what is there in this Dragon Burial Valley!
The little novice monk looked worried and couldn't help but said: "Donor, you have not healed from a serious injury. Don't go too far. It's dangerous outside."
"Thank you friends for reminding me, I will be careful."
Su Zimo hugged his fist to thank him, turned and walked out.
Just stepping out of the door of the ancient temple, there was a gloomy wind blowing, and Su Zimo couldn't help shivering.
The front is a winding rift valley with countless rubble on the ground and jagged rocks on both sides of the mountain walls.
There is deathly silence in the entire rift valley!
Su Zimo frowned slightly, hesitated, and walked forward.
The little fox looked a little frightened, but still chose to follow Su Zimo.
Su Zimo looked up.
The mist is surging above the Rift Valley. Ten thousand years ago, countless powerhouses fought and fought the remaining power, converging on the top, forming a chaotic field of power.
Any creature entering it will be strangled into blood mist!
Su Zimo's cultivation base was abolished, and he lost all volleying means. It was easy to jump from above, but it was impossible to get up.
Su Zimo realized that if he can't restore his cultivation base, he will probably run out of life at the bottom of this valley and age slowly.
How can I restore my cultivation base?
The golden core was shattered into fragments and completely collapsed.
Dan Tian became a leaky existence, unable to gather aura at all.
It is impossible for Jindan to recover.
The only possibility of recovery is the inner alchemy.
Although the inner alchemy is full of cracks, it is at least intact.
But how does the inner alchemy fix it?
Su Zimo hasn't cultivated to the realm of swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon. If he wants to cultivate the demon, he must devour a lot of life essence!
It can be fresh flesh and blood, it can be a natural treasure, it can be a panacea...
But at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley, there is nothing but him, the little fox, the little novice and his master, two ordinary vegetable gardens!
Unable to replenish energy, the Secret Code of the Great Demon King is difficult to operate, let alone repairing the inner alchemy.
Su Zimo fell into deep thought, but did not stop, walking forward subconsciously.
After turning a corner, the little fox stopped suddenly, opened his mouth to bite Su Zimo's trousers, and pulled him desperately.
Su Zimo was taken aback, and he came to his senses.
The ground in front of me is covered with bones.
Some lie horizontally, some sit on the ground, some are broken and all kinds.
The corpses were all over the place, out of sight, spreading to the end of the rift valley.
Su Zimo realized that these bones should have been buried in this rift valley from the catastrophe ten thousand years ago.
Even thousands of years have passed, these bones still show no signs of decay, they are as bright as jade!
Among these corpses, Su Zimo even saw a complete body without decay!
Before this life~IndoMTL.com~ what a terrible powerhouse should it be?
Thousands of years have passed away, and the flesh will not rot!
Suddenly, Su Zimo felt a red light flashing in the corner of his eyes, and turned his head to look subconsciously.
"Huh?"
Su Zimo's pupils shrank violently, and his hairs stood up!
A few drops of blood were splashed on the surrounding stone walls.
Su Zimo just glanced at it, and felt pain in his eyes, almost bursting!
"What is the blood of a strong man, it has such a terrible power!"
Thousands of years later, just a drop of blood, almost killed Su Zimo!
At this moment, a strong sense of crisis came to my heart!
(End of this chapter)