Killing God Chapter 10: Not dead

In the depths of the green bamboo forest and the bamboo sea, Xiaochen was brought into the bamboo building by the old man in blue and placed directly on the only bamboo bed. Xiaochen's face was bloodless, and his body had begun to cool, but the old man in blue was Looking at him calmly.

"Since you brought it out, let's see if it chooses you now." The old man in Tsing Yi said helplessly, and with a wave of his hand, all the things in Xiaochen's arms flew out on their own, and the old man took it. Beads, as for a few talismans, they just waved their hands and threw them aside.

Then the old man pinched the magic formula with one hand, and a white light flew out from his hand and directly submerged into Xiaochen's body.

When the white light entered Xiaochen's body, the huge wound on Xiaochen's chest was recovering at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. As soon as he drew it, Qingguang sank into Xiaochen's chest.

At this time, the wound on Xiaochen's chest has completely healed. Under the influence of the blue light, Xiaochen's whole body has become green, and the halo has not disappeared for a long time.

"The old man has done everything that he can, and it's up to you to see if you can wake up and wake up." After the old man did this, he sat on the mat at will, closing his eyes and ignoring Xiaochen.

The so-called broken chrysalis into a butterfly, success is a dazzling butterfly, failure can only be turned into dust.

Xiaochen is still awake at the moment, he just feels like he is in a melting pot, and the high temperature can melt him at any time. The longer the time, the more pain Xiaochen suffers.

After a while, Xiao Chen's consciousness was completely awake, and relatively, the pain he endured became clearer.

"If you pass out again, you will never wake up again. If you can resist, you may have a chance to win the supreme avenue. Remember to remember." An unfamiliar voice sounded in Xiao Chen's mind.

Hearing this voice, Xiaochen's gradually blurred consciousness became a little more lucid. He firmly remembered the words just now, the temperature of his body was constantly rising, and the pain he suffered was getting more and more severe. Do your best not to faint.

In the end, the tearing pain in Xiaochen's body kept pouring into his mind. Xiaochen felt that he was about to die. been evaporated.

Immediately afterwards, the process of fighting for the drop of water that day was constantly flashing in Xiaochen's mind. Xiaochen's desire to live and become stronger rose to a height that he had never seen before.

"Live!"

"For sure!"

"I don't want to die yet, I still have dreams."

One by one beliefs have been struggling to support Xiaochen's last sense of consciousness. Xiaochen has long been on the verge of collapse at this moment.

The great changes have protruded, and scene after scene of unfamiliar scenes flashed in my mind. There are three-eyed giant wolf, a giant covered in ice, an immortal with a Taoist spirit, a Buddha standing on a lotus pedestal, and more The evil ghost with a wisp of green smoke, the Shura with fleshy wings and two horns, and finally a blue-haired young man standing on the top of the mountain shouting something...

Lying on the bed, Xiao Chen suddenly sat up, gasping for breath.

Sweat soaked through every inch of his body, Xiaochen looked at his hands in a daze, and he was relieved. In the end, it was clear that all the monsters he saw had merged into one, and Xiaochen couldn't imagine what it would be like after the integration. It looks like it must be terrifying.

Fortunately, it was just a dream, and I didn't turn into a monster.

Xiaochen looked around, the whole bamboo building was very simple, the only decoration was a road map with beautiful rivers and mountains, besides the bamboo bed on which he was lying, there was only a table and After a few pads, Xiao Chen saw that there were other people in the room, so he couldn't help but ask questions.

Unexpectedly, the old man spoke first: "What's your name?"

"My name is Xiao Chen." Xiao Chen felt a little out of breath when he spoke, and then gasped again.

"Oh, Xiao Chen?" The old man in Tsing Yi looked at Xiao Chen with a half-smile and said slowly.

Xiao Chen also seemed to notice the playfulness in the old man's eyes, and he didn't hide it.

"I'm as handsome as a fairy, and I want to be as bright as a star. My name is Xiaochen." Xiaochen said firmly.

"Hahaha, little boy Huangkou, do you know how many people on the road to immortality fall in the middle of the road, and they will never recover." The old man's expression became serious, and he said to Xiaochen seriously.

"The opportunity is given by God, how to decide is up to me. To become a flying immortal is what I have dreamed of. I don't know how dangerous this road is, and I don't know if I can finish it. , but I will do my best, and even if it doesn't work in the end, I can't blame others. Grandpa Immortal, let me be your apprentice, I will work hard." Xiao Chen said these words without hesitation, and begged the old man to accept him for disciples.

After saying this, Xiao Chen's heart was beating wildly, for fear that the old man would not accept him.

"You're so sure that I'm an immortal, maybe I'm just an old man who saved your life." The old man said to Xiao Chen with a kind expression on his face.

"I clearly remember that as soon as I walked out of Ziwei Dao, my chest was shattered by a light. If it wasn't an immortal, who would be able to save me? Besides, who else could be on this mountain besides immortals?" Xiaochen seemed to have no doubts. Your own thoughts, blurted out.

"You're all right, but one thing is wrong. The old man just lives here, so he can't be regarded as a person from Xuanqing Mountain. But if you want to cultivate immortals, the difficulties are a hundred times more difficult than ordinary people. Ordinary people, it is not a problem to live more than a hundred years old, you can think about it." The old man no longer denied it, and said calmly.

"I have already decided that I must become an immortal. Please accept me as your apprentice." Xiao Chensheng was afraid that the old man would not agree, so he hurriedly asked.

The old man had a strange, imperceptible look on his face. He couldn't remember how many years no one had spoken to him like this.

"Okay, Xiaochen, listen carefully, your heart is broken, and the body of a mortal is a mortal wound. You have a lot of luck, you are actually related to Qingmingzhu, and you have the aura of Qingming on your body. The transformed Qingming Bead Seal, I use this spirit to awaken your vitality again, you now possess the aura of the Qingming Divine Bead." The old man in Tsing Yi paused.

went on to say: "The spiritual power of Qingmingzhu is amazing in the world. If you want to practice, you can only wait for the spiritual energy of the Qingmingzhu to completely fill your body and turn your whole body into the breath of Qingming. Otherwise, early training will only lead to other worlds. Reiki and Qingming Reiki conflict, you will die violently.

And I can't say for sure how long it will take to fill the body with spiritual energy. It can be as long as ten years. If ten years have passed and you haven't completed it, then you will be out of touch with the Dao in your entire life. On the contrary, if you complete the filling within ten years, you will The benefits obtained are enough to make the entire cultivation world envy. "

The more Xiaochen listened, the darker his face became, but the old man in green clothes immediately said: "However, nothing is absolute, you can temporarily serve as this old master's named disciple, and then make plans after ten years. This ten years old man will send you to Xuanqing Mountain. Cangjing Pavilion, when the ten-year period comes, I will find you. Would you like to?"

"Yes, I will." Little chance is better than no chance, Xiao Chen naturally agreed.

The old man in Tsing Yi changed his words, "Xiaochen, call Ge Shu Xingyun for the teacher's name, as a disciple of this old man, please remember not to mention my name in front of others, let alone do anything that humiliates the reputation of this old man, and you are outside. The disciples of Xuanqing Daomen, you can remember it clearly."

"Yes, Master, Xiaochen has written it down." Xiaochen replied with joy as soon as his face washed away. Then Xiao Chen immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Ge Shu Xingyun, then got up and stood up.

"You adjust your body first. There are still some things to explain to the teacher. Remember not to walk around in the bamboo forest." Without a figure, Xiao Chen was extremely pleasantly surprised to see that Master's supernatural powers were so powerful.

Ge Shu Xingyun promised that a certain generation of patriarchs would sit in Xuanqing Mountain, and he would be able to pull a hand in the crisis of Xuanqing Mountain, and each generation of Xuanqing headmaster had a chance to let him take a shot, but the contemporary headmaster of Xuanqing Mountain, Qingcang Daozun Use this only opportunity to save Xuanqingshan from water and fire to save Xiaochen, this kind of kindness, Xiaochen will never be repaid.

Xiao Chen opened the door and walked out after seeing Master leave.

The flowing green is dripping, the jade bamboo is in the sky, the breeze is blowing, and the forest leaves are rustling.

Xiao Chen is suspected of entering a green world.

What catches Xiaochen's eyes is a green bamboo forest, each bamboo is thinner than the mouth of the bowl, and the height is more than 100 feet. Looking at the scenery in front of him, Xiaochen is constantly amazed and amazed, everything here is He had never dreamed of it.

After Geshu Xingyun left, he went to the peak of Xuanqing Mountain's Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. There was only one person in charge of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. At this time, Geshu Xingyun found him.

"Sick child, come out." Ge Shu Xingyun called directly.

The Tibetan Sutra attic is one hundred and eight stories high, and each floor is named after one of the Tiangang Disha branches. Strange shape. From a high altitude, it looks like a miniature version of the Big Dipper.

The door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion opened a crack, and a head poked out from it. In fact, it is more appropriate to say that it is a skull covered with straw, because this head is really unflattering, with a mess of gray hair Clothed, his face has no muscle at all, just skin and bones.

The eyes are deeply sunken and the eyes are cloudy, so sloppy and sloppy, no matter how you look at them, they are people who are dying of serious illness. It is no wonder that Song Shu Xingyun called him a sick child.

This man sticks his head out and keeps looking around, his movements are comparable to those of those professional thieves.

Seeing that the person who came was Ge Shu Xingyun, he opened the door completely, jumped out, and said, "It turns out to be Old Man Zhu, what's your business here?"

"I'm too lazy to talk to you, I have a younger generation who will send you a ten-year book tomorrow, you help me take care of him." Ge Shu Xingyun was a little impatient.

"Damn, look at it for ten years! You are very clear about the value of Xuanqingshan's classics, have you thought about it, Zhu Laogui?" The sloppy old man was furious and shouted to Ge Shu Xingyun.

"Stop talking nonsense, will it work?" Ge Shu Xingyun asked bluntly.

"Okay, Old Ghost Bamboo, you are ruthless, it just so happens that I am bored to death by myself, just to relieve the boredom, you can send it over, you can wait to bring a little monster back. Tsk tsk..." The sloppy man grinned. , and then laughed alone.

"I warn you, you are not allowed to teach him anything." Ge Shu Xingyun seemed to suddenly remember something and threatened the old man

"Yes, yes, respected senior Longzhu." The sloppy old man said respect, but his expression and actions showed no sign of respect at all. It seemed that Ge Shu Xingyun's threat had no deterrent effect on him.

"Humph." Ge Shu Xingyun didn't want to talk to the sloppy old man a word or a half, and disappeared directly on the mountain where the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion was located.

"Why does this old ghost Zhu care about the younger generation? Could it be that he was lonely and took a female disciple? It must be like this, tsk tsk... But, after reading books for ten years here, grandma's, that's still the case Don't suffocate people, sigh, junior, pitiful." Seeing that Ge Shuxing had indeed left, the sloppy old man said nonsense to himself, while touching his head and looking at the place where Geshu Xingyun disappeared.

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