Master Lianxin himself is a monk in the realm of transformation. Although he was knocked down by the old monk in yellow at this time, his vision and insight are still there.
After fighting with Liang Yan for several months, he gradually discovered the clues.
Every time he fought with his opponent to the point of exhaustion, the blood-red color in this young junior brother's eyes would fade away, and the demonic nature in his body would also be eliminated.
Master Lian Xin is also a very smart person, so he naturally saw the intention of the old monk in yellow at a glance.
"He wants to lend me my hand to help this kid lose his demonic nature!"
Thinking of this, Master Lianxin couldn't help but smile bitterly.
There is no winner in this battle. Every time he is about to succeed, the old monk in yellow will ring the ancient bell and stun both of them at the same time. After a few days, both sides recover their spiritual power and everything starts over again.
Pass.
And every battle was not started by him. Even though Master Lotus Heart was unwilling to take action, he was facing a possessed person.
Once the possessed Liang Yan wakes up, he will never let him go. He will launch a desperate attack, forcing Master Lianxin to take action to protect himself. The two sides go back and forth, and so on.
"When will this fight last?"
There was a trace of helplessness on Master Lianxin's face. Looking at Liang Yan who was like a beast opposite him, he could only summon up the strength of King Kong and move forward to meet him.
At this time, the old monk in yellow clothes was carrying a big bell on his shoulder and walking on the mountain road like flying.
It is strange to say that since he left the Senluo Secret Realm, he has never made a flying escape. He relies solely on his own legs to climb over mountains and ridges as if he were walking on flat ground. Moreover, his speed is not much slower than that of flying.
The most important thing is that every time, intentionally or unintentionally, he avoids many cultivation forces within the territory of Tianhe City, focusing on the barren mountains or remote areas lacking spiritual energy. It seems as if he is deliberately hiding himself.
You must know how vast the territory of Tianhe City is, and the old monk in yellow has a high level of cultivation. If he didn't want to reveal his whereabouts, no one would be able to discover him.
After three months of traveling like this, things are a little different today.
The mountain climbed by the old monk in yellow is called Jueqing Mountain. There is a Taoist temple on the mountain called "Jueqing Temple".
The Jueqing Temple is an orthodox Taoist cultivation sect. Its leader, Yin Canghai, broke through to the Tongxuan realm a hundred years ago. Nowadays, the temple is prosperous and has an endless stream of disciples. It is showing signs of revival.
At this time, the top of Jueqing Mountain is in Jueqing View.
There were three middle-aged men in black robes standing in the ancestral hall with their hands behind their backs.
Behind them is the statue of Jueqing Zhenren, the founder of the Jueqing Guan sect. On the altar table in front of the statue are nine large plates of spiritual fruits, each of which is extremely precious.
The middle plate of spiritual fruits is the most peculiar. Although it is only the size of a fist, it has limbs and a head, and even its facial features are vivid. It looks like a newborn baby, all carved from pink and jade.
If there are any monks from other sects here, they will definitely exclaim, because this plate of spiritual fruit is a specialty of the secret realm of Jueqing Mountain, and it is called: Baby Fruit!
This spiritual fruit can help people get rid of acquired distractions and reveal their innate nature. It is an excellent elixir to fight against inner demons when breaking through bottlenecks, or to deal with backlash after going too far.
The baby fruit blooms in fifty years and bears fruit in two hundred years. The quantity is extremely rare. According to legend, only part of it is taken out from the secret realm as a tribute when worshiping the ancestor.
And kneeling in front of the altar table were twenty boys and girls, all only eleven or twelve years old, some were calm and steady, and some were lively and curious.
At this time, a man in Taoist robes stepped forward and said loudly:
"From now on, you are my disciples of Jueqing Guan. Behind me is the statue of my ancestor. You must worship sincerely. If anyone dares to do something to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor in the future, I will personally catch him here.
, execute the sect rules in front of the Patriarch!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the twenty boys and girls bent down and kowtowed at the same time, and responded in unison:
"I will obey my uncle's decree, and we will never dare to violate the sect's rules!"
After hearing this, the man in the Taoist robe nodded slightly and was about to say something more when he suddenly heard a bell ringing.
"Huh?"
The faces of the three Taoist priests present changed slightly, and they all turned their heads to look at the door.
I saw an old monk appearing there at some point. The monk's robes were shabby and his face was withered and yellow. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were like deep pools.
After seeing this person clearly, the three Taoist priests were shocked.
You must know that this place is the ancestor's ancestral hall of Jueqingguan. Not to mention the monks outside the mountain gate who are heavily guarded, the area around this ancestor's ancestral hall is also guarded by profound restrictions.
But the person in front of me could actually come here without making a sound, which is really incredible.
Among the three Taoist priests, the first one has the cultivation level of the middle stage of Jindan. At this time, he took a step forward and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why did you break into the ancestral hall of our sect without permission?"
After hearing this, the old monk in yellow had no expression on his face and only looked at the altar table behind the three of them.
The three Taoist priests could not see his depth and did not dare to take action rashly. While they were hesitating, they suddenly heard a loud roar from the back of the hall, followed immediately by a man in a green Taoist uniform who was over sixty years old and had white hair.
The old way came at a gallop.
The old Taoist was sitting on a crane, with fluttering clothes and immortal spirit, and slowly landed at the door of the ancestral hall.
When he saw the old monk in yellow, he stared and shouted: "Bold mad monk, how dare you trespass on our sect's important place? Is it because you haven't heard of Yin Canghai's reputation as 'one palm cuts a river, a thousand rivers stop flowing'"
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The old monk in green clothes had secretly used his magical power to drink. However, the old monk in yellow clothes across from him didn't seem to hear it. He still turned his back to him and only looked at the altar table in the ancestral hall.
"Could he be a lunatic?"
Yin Canghai was secretly a little strange. He was meditating in seclusion just now, but suddenly he felt a breath breaking through the restrictions of the ancestor's ancestral hall. He thought it was an invading enemy, but unexpectedly it was an old monk who looked a little dazed.
"Hmph, it seems that you have to drink wine as a penalty instead of toasting! It is a taboo to break into the sect's ancestral hall without permission, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and robe, and saw a jade Ruyi floating in the air. With just a slight turn, hundreds of green rays of light were shot out.
These rays of light were like sharp swords, falling from the mid-air and landing on the head of the old monk in yellow in the blink of an eye.
However, the other party did not dodge at all, and a layer of golden light suddenly appeared on the top of his bare head, which actually swept away all the green clouds in the sky. Even the jade Ruyi was swept away by the golden light at the same time and disappeared instantly.
"My Eight Treasures Qingyang Jade!"
The old Taoist in Tsing Yi's eyes twitched and he screamed in surprise.
Although he spoke loudly just now, he also knew that this old monk was not a good person, so he used the treasure passed down by his ancestor.
The Eight Treasures Qingyang Jade is cast from ten thousand-year-old yang jade, and it embodies the unfeeling artistic conception of the ancestors of the past dynasties. It can be called the most precious treasure of the Zhenqing sect with the view of unfeeling.
More than a hundred years ago, when Yin Canghai had just advanced to the Tongxuan realm, before his realm was stable, hostile monks invaded. At that time, he relied on the eight-treasure Qingyang Jade to kill those enemies one by one in Jueqing Mountain.
After that battle, Yin Canghai's reputation became so great that he was nicknamed "Cut a river with one palm, stop a thousand rivers from flowing", and the eight-treasure Qingyang Jade was also feared by others.
Unexpectedly, this sect-suppressing magic weapon that others thought was extremely powerful could not even move past the old monk in yellow.
At this moment, Yin Canghai finally understood that this seemingly ordinary old monk's actual cultivation was unfathomable!
However, before he could make another move, the old monk suddenly raised his hand and flicked the ancient clock on his shoulder.
when!
But when the bell rang, a circle of golden light spread out. The boys and girls present, the three Taoist priests and even the temple leader Yin Canghai trembled all over, and then their eyes became dull.
Next, everyone in Jueqing Temple was seen maintaining the same posture as when the bell rang, motionless, standing in place like wooden stakes.
The old monk in yellow clothes didn't look at the crowd again, turned around and strode into the main hall.
He swaggered to the altar table, raised his hand to pick up the plate of baby fruits, and then the spiritual light flowed in the palm of his hand, and actually refined the plate of spiritual fruits into mist.
With a gentle tap of one hand by the old monk in yellow, the mist refined from the baby fruit floated into the ancient bell.
Master Lianxin, who was having a fierce battle with Liang Yan inside the bell, suddenly felt a mass of abundant spiritual energy mixed into the ancient bell. He smelled it subconsciously, and a trace of doubt appeared on his face.
"Baby fruit?"
Before he could figure out the situation, the old monk rang the ancient bell again, and they both fainted at the same time, and the mist formed by the baby fruit began to slowly seep into Liang Yan's skin.
After the old monk in yellow threw the baby fruit into the ancient clock, he didn't stop at all. He turned around and left the Jueqing Temple, and ran towards the foot of the mountain with long strides.
Not long after he left, the audience suddenly woke up. The boys and girls in the ancestral hall, as well as the three golden elixir realm Taoist priests, all looked at each other in confusion, looking at a loss.
"Strange, what happened just now?" one of them asked.
"I don't know why, I feel like I fought with someone just now, but I can't remember the specific situation." Another person answered.
"Huh? Where's the baby fruit!" The third Taoist priest looked back at the altar table and suddenly exclaimed.
When the other two Taoist priests saw this, their expressions changed and they shouted: "Oh no, all the baby fruits of our sect within two hundred years are here. Now we are in big trouble!"
The three Taoist priests were in a mess, but they did not notice that the master of the temple, Yin Canghai, had already stepped into the main hall.
The old man in green had a thoughtful look on his face, as if he vaguely remembered something, but he couldn't remember it completely.
"Guanzhu! Why are you here?"
The remaining three Taoist priests finally came to their senses and all bowed down to salute.
"We did not guard the baby well, causing the baby fruit to be stolen. Please punish me."
"okay!"
Yin Canghai waved his hand and said calmly: "I already know, let's put this matter aside for now. You must not reveal anything about this place today!"
"yes!"
Everyone present nodded at the same time.
After the old monk in yellow clothes left Jueqing Mountain, he rushed towards the next place without stopping. In the next two years, he visited more than ten sects or aristocratic families in Tianhe City.
When he broke into the territory of these cultivating forces, he didn't steal any magic pills or secret books. He just stole some precious spiritual fruits and medicinal materials. After he was done, he rang the ancient bell with secret techniques and stunned everyone on the spot.
, and then drift away.
After those monks who were stunned by him woke up, most of them had no previous memories. Only a few monks above the Tongxuan realm had some vague impressions, but after thinking about it carefully, they almost didn't dare to say anything.
Fortunately, the old monk in yellow did not touch the roots of these cultivating forces, but only stole some spiritual fruits and medicinal materials. Therefore, even if some people with advanced cultivation vaguely remembered something, they did not want to pursue it anymore, but strictly ordered the disciples to keep it secret.
Tianhe City has a vast territory, and there are countless cultivating sects and cultivating families within it. The sects stolen by the old monk in yellow are not the top ones, so their whereabouts were not exposed along the way.
Occasionally, he would go deep into some secret and dangerous places, such as lava swamps and monster forests. Those dangerous places were kept at a distance by the nearby cultivators, but the old monk in yellow walked on plain ground.
And all the spiritual fruits and elixirs he picked inside were put into the ancient bell.
Two years later, Master Lianxin now understands.
The old monk in yellow used this ancient bell as a medicine cauldron!
He continuously threw all kinds of spiritual fruits and elixirs into the ancient bell, and finally mixed them together and refined them into a ball of medicinal liquid.
Every time the two of them fought until their spiritual power was exhausted and they were stunned by the sound of the bell, the liquid medicine would seep into Liang Yan's body.
Now two years have passed, and although Liang Yan has not yet regained consciousness, the blood-red color in his eyes has gradually faded, and only a faint scarlet color remains in the depths of his eyes.
Master Lian Xin knew that with the help of the endless battle with him and the medicinal liquid, it was probably not far away from Liang Yan's complete awakening.
Although he knew that he was being used, there was nothing he could do about it.
"You kid, you wasted two years of my senior brother's time by working as your sparring partner! If there is a chance in the future, you have to pay my senior brother back!"
Master Lian Xin thought through gritted teeth while fighting.
when!
Another melodious ancient bell rang, and both of them fainted at the same time.
Liang Yan felt that he had arrived at a battlefield where there was no morality, no restraint from heaven, only pure killing and desire.
Kill! Or be killed!
If you don't want to die, you can only beat your opponent to death.
Kill kill kill!
Liang Yan couldn't remember many things clearly. The only thing he remembered was that he had killed a total of 216 people in this Shura field in the past two years!
He will never forget this number!
Because each opponent is very strong, each battle has to last a day and a night, until they are exhausted before they can kill the opponent. After that, they wait for their spiritual power to recover, and then go to find the next opponent.
He didn't know what the meaning of this was, but there was a desire in his heart, a desire for blood, and a desire to kill.
Until recently, I often heard a bell ringing.
The melodious sound of the bell was like a dusty memory, enlightening his past and making him feel a kind of tranquility that he had never experienced before.
As time goes by, the sound of the bell becomes clearer each time.
when!
The last bell rang, and Liang Yan slowly opened his eyes.
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