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

"What Zen master said is really strange."

"I'm not a 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.

As soon as this sentence was finished, 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 off my head?"

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

"Zen Master, why are you silent? 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 seem noisy and strange.

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

As a great congenital master, a great figure standing at the pinnacle of martial arts, and the abbot of a thousand-year-old sect, his knowledge is broad and his will is firm.

The current experience has already exceeded the limit he can bear.

First, he was crushed by invisible giant hands, and then lifted into the air. This feeling of being powerless gave him a great mental shock.

Such a powerful method has already exceeded his understanding of martial arts, making him suspect that it may be a supernatural power possessed by people in the divine realm.

However, even at that time, his psychological defense still exists.

After all, although the God Realm is powerful, it is still human after all, a level that can be understood, recognized, and even reached.

But Cui Heng's next series of operations is not something a human can do.

Can a person speak with his own head?

Can a person grow a few more heads after losing their heads?

Such an extreme impact on people's three views and cognition made Zen Master Dekong, who was already under the pressure of life and death crisis, panic completely.

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

Seeing Zen Master Dekong's appearance like this, Cui Heng let go of his restraint, causing the old monk to fall from the air with a plop.

As soon as Zen Master Dekong hit the ground, his instinct for survival made him run away.

The Great Master Xiantian can reach more than 20 feet in one step and more than ten feet in one leap. If he does not encounter any obstacles, he will be able to escape from Juhe County in no time.

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

At this time, Zen Master Dekong discovered that the ground under his feet unexpectedly turned into a handful of quicksand at some point, or a kind of quicksand that was completely useless, making it impossible for him to move no matter how he took steps.

The majestic innate grand master was trapped in this square inch.

"What kind of method is this?" Zen Master Dekong was terrified, turned his head to look at Cui Heng in horror, and shouted, "What exactly do you want?!"

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

"All subordinates obey the arrangements of the county lord." Hui Shi said respectfully.

Cui Heng's series of actions just now frightened him a lot, but he has long believed that Cui Heng is a man of gods, and he quickly adjusted his mentality.

"If that's the case, put him in death row first." The head on Cui Heng's neck nodded slightly, and the head in his right hand smiled and said, "When will he copy all the martial arts of the Lotus Temple? Do hair loss."

"Xianzun, this guy is a great congenital master, I'm afraid an ordinary cell won't be able to hold him." Hui Shi said with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, he doesn't have martial arts anymore." Cui Heng smiled with the head in his left hand.

"What?" Hui Shi was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at Zen Master Dekong in astonishment.

"No, where's my true qi, my innate true qi?!" Chan Master Dekong suddenly yelled in horror.

Now, he has become extremely old.

He looked about sixty years old just now, with a strong spirit, but now he is a thin old man in his eighties or nineties, with a stooped figure and weak breath.

The martial arts of a great congenital master was silently abolished like this?

Hui Shi was horrified.

Lord Xianzun is worthy of being a fairy!

Even the Great Master Xiantian is like an ant in front of such an existence.

"Go ahead." Cui Heng waved his hand.

"It's the county lord!" Hui Shi 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 the only one left in the house.

He shook his hands lightly, and the two heads he held turned into two streams of energy and blood and reintegrated into his body.

This is not an illusion, but two real heads.

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

"The cyan color that symbolizes fear has risen by six points!" Cui Heng was in a very happy mood, and the emotional feedback from this innate master was really unusual,

It's a pity that after being scared and having a nervous breakdown, I can't provide such a high level of feedback.

Moreover, 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 Zen Master Dekong only has two uses for him: copying martial arts and understanding the deep situation of this world.

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

Cui Heng thought about it in his heart, and said to himself: "In this way, I can collect the seven emotions of sentient beings eight or nine inches high in this wave of destroying King Yan's army, which is a great harvest!

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

With this in mind, he looked in the direction of Lujun City, chuckled and said, "The next step is to see what this prefect Liu will do."

……

After Qian Cang left Juhe County, he beat the horse he was riding as hard as he could.

He wanted to rush back to Lujun City as quickly as possible.

Must be faster than Fang Nanzheng.

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

It would be unlucky for the prefect to do it without even having a chance to say anything.

It's a pity that he hurried too slowly, but he was still a step behind.

When Qian Cang hurried back to Lujun City, Fang Nanzheng was one step ahead of him.

Moreover, as soon as he arrived at the gate of the city, a group of soldiers surrounded him, and the leader was Captain Chen Tong.

"Lord Captain, this..." Qian Cang got off his horse with interest, looked at the soldiers around, and said with a wry smile, "What are you going to do?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Chen Tong snorted coldly, "Follow me back to the county government office!"