Realizing This Is A Wuxia World After Cultivating For 300 Years Chapter 54: The old monk with a nervous breakdown

"It's really strange what the Zen master said."

"I'm not human, can I still be a ghost?"

The head on Cui Heng's neck and the head in his hand spoke at the same time.

And as soon as he finished speaking, the head on his neck fell off again, just rolling into his empty right hand.

Immediately after hearing a pop, a head grew out of Kong Kong's neck again.

"Zen master, didn't you want Hui Shi to cut my head?"

"Although I don't know what you want my head for, it's no big deal to give you one."

"Zen master, why don't you speak? Do you still want this head?"

The three mouths on Cui Heng's three heads opened at the same time, and the voices overlapped, making it noisy and strange.

"Monster, monster, you must be a monster!" Master Dekong shouted like crazy, and then began to recite the Buddha's name tremblingly, "Amitabha, Amitabha, Buddha bless, Buddha bless..."

As a congenital great master, a great figure standing at the peak of martial arts, and an abbot of a thousand-year-old faction, his knowledge can be said to be broad, and his will can be said to be unsteady.

The current experience has exceeded the limit he can bear.

First, he was crushed by the invisible giant hand, and then he was lifted into the air. This feeling of being unable to resist brought him a great spiritual shock.

Such a powerful method has already exceeded his knowledge of martial arts, making him suspect that this is a supernatural ability possessed by people in the divine realm.

However, even then, his psychological defenses still existed.

After all, although the realm of the gods is powerful, it is still human after all. It is a level that can be understood, recognized, and even possible.

But Cui Heng's next series of operations is not something that people can do.

Can people talk with their heads up?

Can a person grow back after a head is lost?

This kind of thing that has an extreme impact on people's three views and cognition has completely panicked Zen Master Dekong, who was already under the pressure of life and death crisis.

It is useless to read Buddhist scriptures for so many years. If you encounter such a strange thing, you should be afraid.

Seeing that Zen Master Dekong was already like this, Cui Heng let go of his imprisonment and let the old monk fall from the air with a plop.

As soon as Zen Master Dekong landed, his survival instinct made him run away.

The Great Grandmaster innate can take more than twenty feet in one step, and jump more than ten feet in one leap. If he does not encounter any obstacles, he will soon be able to escape from Juhe County.

Unfortunately, as soon as his feet moved, he fell to the ground.

At this time, Zen Master Dekong discovered that the ground under his feet unexpectedly became a handful of quicksand, or a kind of quicksand that was completely ineffective, making him unable to move an inch no matter how much he walked.

The great innate great master was trapped in this space.

"What is this method?" Dekong Chan Master was frightened, turned his head to look at Cui Heng in horror, and shouted, "What do you want?!"

Cui Heng ignored him, but turned his head to look at Hui Shi and asked, "This is your father's enemy, what do you think should be done?"

"Every subordinate obeys the arrangement of the county magistrate." Huishi said respectfully.

Cui Heng's series of operations just now scared him a lot, but he had long believed that Cui Heng was a man of immortals, and he quickly adjusted his mentality.

"If that's the case, put him on death row first." Cui Heng nodded lightly, and the head in his right hand smiled and said, "Wait until he transcribes all the martial arts of Lotus Temple, and then Make hair fall."

"Xianzun, this fellow is a great innate master, and I'm afraid he won't be able to keep him in an ordinary cell." Huishi said a little embarrassedly.

"It's okay, he has no martial arts now." Cui Heng smiled with the head in his left hand.

"What?" Huishi was stunned when he heard the words, and looked at Zen Master Dekong with a stunned expression.

"No, my true qi, where is my innate true qi?!" Zen Master Dekong suddenly shouted in horror.

Now, he has grown extremely old.

He looked like he was about sixty years old just now, with a strong spirit, but now he has become a thin old man in his eighties or nineties, with a hunched body and a weak breath.

The martial arts of an innate great master was silently abolished like this?

Hui Shi was shocked.

Lord Xianzun deserves to be among the gods!

Even the innate great master is just like an ant in front of such an existence.

"Put it down." Cui Heng waved his hand.

"It's the county magistrate!" Huishi respectfully saluted, and then grabbed Zen Master Dekong, who had lost all his martial arts, and walked towards the death row dungeon.

Soon Cui Heng was alone in the house.

He shook his hands lightly, and the two heads he was holding turned into two strands of blood and reintegrated into his body.

These are not illusions, but two real heads.

After the golden elixir is completed, Cui Heng's body is not damaged. As long as the golden elixir is not destroyed, he can be reborn from a drop of blood. Naturally, it will not be a problem to take off a few heads.

"The cyan color, which symbolizes fear, has risen by six points!" Cui Heng was very happy. The emotional feedback of this great innate master is really unusual.

It's a pity that I can't provide such a high level of feedback after being so frightened that I have a nervous breakdown.

And the emotions collected from the same person will become weaker and weaker~IndoMTL.com~ Otherwise, the old monk can be arrested and frightened from time to time as a continuous source of seven emotions.

Now this Zen Master Dekong has only two uses for him to copy martial arts and to understand the deep situation of this world.

"According to the information provided by Hui Shi before, there should be six or seven people at the same level as this old monk, and there are hundreds of thousands of troops..."

Cui Heng thought in his heart, and secretly said: "In this case, I estimate that this wave of destroying King Yan's army, I can collect the seven emotions of sentient beings eight or nine inches high, a big harvest!

"However, after this wave, it is difficult for Juhe County to collect enough sentient beings and seven emotions. Next..."

Thinking of this, he looked at the direction of Lu Juncheng and said with a chuckle, "We will see what this Prefect Liu does next."

…

After Qian Cang left Juhe County, he desperately beat the horse he was riding.

He wants to get back to Lu County City as quickly as possible.

Must be faster than Fang Nanzheng.

Otherwise, there is a very high possibility that the surnamed Fang is very likely to give himself a good "word" in front of the prefect.

It would be unfortunate if the prefect did the job without even having a chance to speak.

Unfortunately, he hurriedly hurried, and after all, he was still a step behind.

When Qian Cang rushed back to Lu County, Fang Nanzheng was already one step closer to him.

Moreover, as soon as he arrived at the city gate, a group of soldiers surrounded him, led by the commander Chen Tong.

"Lord Commander, this..." Qian Cang got off his horse wisely, looked at the soldiers around him, and said with a wry smile, "What is this for?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Chen Tong snorted coldly, "Just go back to the county government with me!"