Liu Yang thought for a moment and asked, "Isn't your former president a monk with the monastic name Xuan Zhenzi?"
"Well!"
I heard Zhen Xuanzi say in surprise: "Uncle Master, do you know President Xuan Zhenzi?"
"do not know--"
After Liu Yang's heart trembled, he shook his head and said: "I've only heard of his reputation."
How could Zhen Xuanzi know that his former president Xuan Zhenzi was not missing but dead? The person who killed Xuanzhen was far away but right in front of his eyes!
However, Liu Yang admired Xuan Zhenzi quite a bit. Before he died, he destroyed his storage ring, which didn't give Liu Yang a dime.
Although Liu Yang said that he was not afraid of Zhen Xuanzi at all, he could directly say that Xuan Zhenzi died in his hands.
But Liu Yang didn't want to be an enemy of the entire Monk Association. He was now thinking about whether he could get some benefits from the Monk Association.
At this time, Zhen Xuanzi lowered his head and murmured to himself: "With the strength of President Xuan Zhenzi, he should be invincible in Shanglu. How could he disappear inexplicably? I really can't believe it."
Something will happen to him."
You have to believe it even if you don’t believe it!
It’s not like Xuan Zhenzi gave up on being a good president and just went to travel around the world without even saying hello.
Liu Yang looked at his nose and his eyes, looking at his heart, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
"Let's not talk about this anymore——"
Zhen Xuanzi waved his hand and said: "Uncle Master, you are still so young, you shouldn't be worried about cultivation matters, right?"
"Of course I'm not in a hurry, but who doesn't want to have higher cultivation and stronger strength?"
Liu Yang smiled and said.
Ordinary people pursue wealth, power and status, but warriors and ascetics pursue power.
Because once you have strength, wealth, power, status and beauty are all at your fingertips.
Therefore, in the world of warriors and ascetics, who has the “biggest fist” has the final say.
"That's true-"
Zhen Xuanzi nodded: "But Uncle Master, no matter what, we will win some old guys, but are we as anxious as ants on a hot pot?"
"How to say?"
Liu Yang asked after being stunned for a moment.
After Zhen Xuanzi sighed, he said: "They are already over a hundred years old. If they cannot advance further, their lifespan is approaching, and death is not far away."
After Zhen Xuanzi finished speaking, Liu Yang immediately fell silent.
No one is not afraid of death. The fear of death is inherent in everyone.
Who doesn’t want to live another five hundred years?
Although Liu Yang is a cultivator of immortality, generally speaking, he and the cultivators can be regarded as fellow Taoists from the same sect.
"Zhen Xuanzi, when you mentioned this matter, I had an idea -"
Liu Yang said with bright eyes.
"Uncle Master, what do you think?"
Zhen Xuanzi was shocked and asked urgently.
Liu Yang said sternly: "I just happened to be lucky some time ago and got a dozen Yang-Returning Pills by chance. I can use the Yang-Returning Pills to exchange with them for the magic weapons, fairy grass or spiritual treasures in my hands."
"Returning Yang Pill?"
As soon as Liu Yang finished speaking, he heard Zhen Xuanzi making a surprised sound, his eyes widening.
"Gulong——"
Zhen Xuanzi swallowed hard again, his eyes subconsciously fell on the storage ring on Liu Yang's finger, and he couldn't help but look coveted in his eyes.
Although the Returning Yang Pill cannot improve a cultivator's cultivation, it can extend the life of a dying mortal for two to three years. For a cultivator, the effect can definitely be doubled, allowing a cultivator who is on the verge of exhaustion to
, live more than five years!
Therefore, for a monk who is about to enter the coffin, this Yang Dan is definitely more precious than the spiritual treasure.
The scary thing is that Liu Yang claimed to have more than a dozen Yang Yang Pills in his hand, how could he not shock Zhen Xuanzi.
Although Liu Yang and the cultivators could be considered Taoist friends, they were both blood brothers who had settled the score. Liu Yang was not related to the cultivators in the Taoist Association, so naturally he would not give the Huanyang Pill in vain.
This is a transaction of equal exchange and a matter of mutual benefit.
Liu Yang believed that these ascetics who were approaching their end of life would be extremely happy and couldn't wait to take out the magic weapons, spiritual treasures and fairy grass they could get their hands on, and exchange them with him for the Yang-Returning Pill.
"Uncle Master, where did you get this Yang Pill, and there are more than a dozen of them. Your luck is too unlucky, isn't it?"
Zhen Xuanzi said, his eyes almost turning red with jealousy.
"There is no comment on this."
Liu Yang smiled and said.
It's not that Liu Yang doesn't want to say it, but he can say that he can make elixirs. Did he refine the Yang Yang Pill himself?
However, Liu Yang didn't have more than a dozen Yang Yang Pills in his hand, only a few.
But now, with Liu Yang's current level of alchemy skills, and the fact that he has refined the Yang-Returning Pill many times, practice makes perfect, and refining the Yang-Returning Pill is a piece of cake.
Zhen Xuanzi smiled awkwardly and said, "Uncle Master, I will tell these fellow Taoists about this for you."
"Um!"
Liu Yang smiled and nodded: "By the way, how many people are there in your ascetic association?"
"There are a dozen people!"
Zhen Xuanzi answered honestly.
"more than ten?"
However, Liu Yang was surprised and spoke out.
You must know that in today's world, it is extremely difficult for ascetics to survive, and it is even more difficult to "obtain the Tao" and become a ascetic.
Therefore, ascetics are definitely rarer than the national treasure giant panda.
But in Shanglu City, there is not only the Monk Association, but also more than a dozen members. I wonder how Liu Yang could not be surprised.
However, as the second largest city in China after Kyoto, Shanglu can not only attract ordinary people, but also attract monks.
In most other cities, there will be fewer ascetics, or even none at all.
In Liu Yang's opinion, there should be more ascetics in Kyoto.
It's just that it's hidden in the city, and ordinary people don't know about it.
"Um!"
Zhen Xuanzi nodded and said: "Super first-tier cities like Shanglu are still very appealing and attractive. Other second- and third-tier cities, even provincial capitals, let alone the ascetic associations, may only have one or two ascetics."
, it’s hard to find.”
"Uncle Master, you just said that in today's world, martial arts is the most respected thing. We ascetics are just hanging on to our last breath. The establishment of an association of ascetics is just to keep warm."
Zhen Xuanzi sighed again and said.
"Um!"
Liu Yang also felt a little uncomfortable.
"Uncle Master, how about you join our association and give me the position of president to you?"
Zhen Xuanzi suddenly suggested with excitement.
If there is a strong man like Uncle Master sitting in the association, it will surely strengthen the Monk Association!
Although Zhenxuanzi was having a sweet dream, Liu Yang declined: "I'm used to being alone, and I won't stay in Shanglu for a long time, so thank you for your kindness."