If a person doesn't eat and has no energy to supply his body's needs, he will starve to death.
Land gods are no exception.
The confrontation between Ji Ruyu and Chen Laomo is no longer a battle of spiritual strength, but a matter of who can survive.
Ordinary people's body energy is mainly stored in fat. Only by eating themselves fat can they resist hunger.
However, martial arts masters carry Qi and blood and practice fascia, which can store body nutrients in tight skin membranes. Although they look lean, their vitality is stronger and longer-lasting than obese people.
In this aspect, Chen Lao, a magic martial arts master, has an advantage over Ji Ruyu, so he can sustain it for such a long time.
Zhang Wu did not intervene.
Out of selfishness, he hoped that both of them would die together.
Let Ji Ruyu keep the secret of immortality in her stomach.
In this way, day after day, he watched over the two of them and only moved around on the top of the mountain.
Humming a little tune every day, taking a walk, practicing magical skills, and laying a solid foundation.
Occasionally, I observe the movement of the sky and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. Sometimes I also play with Feng Shui, comprehend the five-color halo around Ji Ruyu, and think about the method of the five qi to bring her energy.
Anyway, it’s just...wasting.
Let’s see who lives longer.
By the fifth year, Chen Laomo had completely stopped breathing, his breath was cut off, and his body had a putrid smell that was worse than the old man's smell.
Zhang Wu still did not act rashly.
Before meeting Chen Laomo and Ji Ruyu, he had never dealt with land gods and had very little understanding of this realm.
When a person dies, his spirit will not dissipate immediately.
As long as the body has not cooled down, the fluctuations in the brain are still there, and the remnants of the soul are still there, it means that the person is not completely dead.
If Zhang Wu wanted to, he could fall into a state of suspended animation just like Old Mo Chen, with the gods and humans declining, but in reality he was like a giant python hibernating, ready to burst out and eat people at any time.
This year, people from the Changsheng Sect came looking for him.
Although Ji Mochou and several elders lost their memory, the third elder was not operated on by Zhang Wu and knew that everything originated from Tianxuan Mountain.
Unfortunately, she committed suicide and stole the sect's treasures, and was found by a large group of disciples at the foot of the mountain. Everyone got the stolen goods, and she couldn't argue with her. She could only deprive herself of the position of elder, and she has been in seclusion ever since.
It was not until so long ago that the first elder died at the end of his life last year. Without a peak supreme master, the strength of the Changsheng Sect was greatly reduced. Only then was the third elder invited to come out and talk about the matter of Tianxuan Mountain.
The ancestor disappeared, and without the foundation of the town religion, it was natural to find a way to find him.
Zhang Wu was too lazy to talk to everyone, so he imitated Ji Mingyu's voice, threw the futon out of the Feng Shui pattern, scolded everyone, and drove them away, causing Ji Mingyu's five-color halo to flicker on and off, almost extinguishing the fire.
In the sixth year, Shakti Bodhi, who had run away, came back again.
He also brought someone with him - Li Fengyuan.
He shaved his head and had a ring scar on his head, but he was saved and converted to Buddhism.
Zhang Wu looked at the old monk with a strange look.
I deeply suspect that this guy heard the secret of immortality told by Chen Laomo. The reason why he only appeared in the past six years is because he was afraid that he would show up too quickly and arouse his suspicion.
Of course, Li Fengyuan, who took the opportunity to escape, might also have heard it.
Time has left many traces on both of them, and Shakti Bodhi's old age has become more and more serious.
Techniques such as the Immortality Technique and Wuxiang Yuanqi can only slow down his aging rate, but cannot rejuvenate him. He will still grow older every day.
The old monk was very cheerful and did not talk nonsense. His face was serious and he clasped his hands together and said:
"Junior brother, how about we make a deal?"
"What kind of trading method?"
"Li Fengyuan's memory has been erased. The old monk will let you open your head in exchange for a ball of blood, a tooth, a handful of hair, and a piece of fingernail."
Obviously, the temptation of immortality is too great. As a monk, all the four elements are empty and the five aggregates are not lost, so he cannot withstand it.
In the past six years, Zhang Wu's strength has improved by leaps and bounds. Even if he only contributes one or two points, he is far superior to the old monk.
He could tell at a glance that the other party was haunted by inner demons, that he was driven insane by the secret of immortality, that he was showing signs of going crazy, and that he had to find out what happened.
This level.
Live well and become an immortal and an ancestor.
If you can't get through it, you will never recover.
Zhang Wu asked calmly:
"If my blood can really make people live forever, what will senior brother do?"
"If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening!"
Shakti Bodhi spoke very decisively. If you can see immortality, you will know that there are really people in the world who can do it, and it is worth dying.
Zhang Wu didn't talk nonsense. In front of the old monk, he pinched his fingers and squeezed out a small ball of blood. He picked out a back molar from his mouth and pulled off a strand of long hair. His fingers shook and his fingernails fell off.
The palms of Shakti Bodhi's hands are filled with inner energy, holding the blood. He closes his eyes and uses his mind to sense it carefully.
After a while, he was disappointed.
The life energy contained in the blood is indeed very high, so high that it is astonishingly high. It is like a metal lead shot that can penetrate a mountain when shot.
But making people live longer is nonsense.
After swallowing the blood with a gulp, at this moment, the atmosphere on the top of the mountain suddenly became tense, and even the five-color halo around Ji Ruyu fluctuated.
Unfortunately, the miracle of life did not occur.
The old monk did not leave, and spent another half a year taking Zhang Wu's hair, teeth, and fingernails to make elixirs on the spot and conduct various experiments.
Still no gain at all.
"Junior brother, I'm sorry, it was me who got caught."
A look of liberation appeared on Shi Bodhi's face, and smoke from three flowers appeared above his head. It dispersed into gas, gathered into shape, and could not be moved by the strong wind.
"Congratulations, senior brother, on your promotion to immortality."
Zhang Wu cupped his hands and said with a smile:
"But please wait a moment, senior brother, and let me perform a craniotomy on you, lest you become an immortal and be too strong-minded to erase your memories, thus hurting the feelings of our senior brothers."
The old monk looked embarrassed.
"Junior brother, the secret of immortality is fake. It doesn't matter whether you forget it or not. How about just opening the skull and saving it?"
"certainly--"
Zhang Wu said in a long tone:
"not good!"
"You asked for my blood, and I gave it to you without saying a word."
"If I don't punch a hole in your head, senior brother, I'll be upset."
"..."
The old monk's scalp became tight.
He could see that his behavior had somewhat damaged the friendship between the two parties. Zhang Wu was angry and was really ready to make a hole in you.
"Junior brother, do you still remember that when Li Fengyuan used a catapult to break the formation, you asked the old monk to go out to fight the enemy and promised to pass on what he had learned throughout his life to Shaolin. I will not pursue this matter. How about canceling the craniotomy?"
"The one who promised you is Lu Gang, my name is Zhang Wu."
"..."
Shi Bodhi's face twitched and he quickly recited the meditation mantra.
At this moment, Chen Laomo's head drooped, and the last remaining soul collapsed. The confrontation that lasted for nearly seven years finally came to an end.
Zhang Wu's figure was like lightning. He flashed to the opponent's side and suddenly struck the top of Chen Laomo's head with his palm, absorbing the information remaining in his head with his supreme spirit.
"Uncle Zhan, what exactly is the origin?"
"Since he doubts your immortality and you were a blank slate when you traveled through time, why doesn't he take advantage of you?"