allonlinenovel Chapter 109 Puppet
Chapter 109 Puppet
"If you can't use it, why not change it to something more practical."
"But this originally belonged to our Wenshu Temple."
Zhang Song sighed and took it back. It seemed that this Master Mingyong really didn't think highly of it.
Half a decree is not even a treasure. It can only be exchanged for something by giving it to these Buddhist monks.
Zhang Song looked at the puppets standing outside staggering in the rain, his eyes narrowed, and the smile on his face widened.
"Master, do you have a secret method for spiritual cultivation?"
Although the Huangting Sutra focuses on the food and air at this stage, it is also a secret method of the spirit, which has the effect of soothing the soul and resisting the invasion of spiritual consciousness.
The only thing that Zhang Song was not satisfied with was that it was not domineering enough and its attack was a little lacking.
"Are you sure you want to learn?" Ming Yong was not surprised: "Do you want to join our Wenshu Temple?"
"No, I just want to learn some techniques for spiritual awareness or physical cultivation." Zhang Song was very sincere.
I have dealt with insect cultivators and demon cultivators for a long time, and I know some tricks. Don't beat around the bush with them, they really can't listen.
Venerable Mingyong opened his mouth wide, revealing his sharp teeth, "Okay, after you take this foundation-building pill, your body will reach the entry level."
The golden elixir exudes sandalwood fragrance and is about the size of a grape.
Zhang Song's eyes turned black and white. He looked at it and asked, "Would you like to exchange it for this half of the decree?"
"Can!"
Master Mingyong said sincerely, "When I said that you and my Buddha have a connection, I was not just saying it. I smell the scent of Buddha nature and the power of my Buddha in you."
"You'll be one of us sooner or later."
"Then, Master, can you give me a copy of the scripture so that I can study it from time to time?"
Zhang Song showed a simple and sincere smile: "Just the most basic introductory scriptures of our Wenshu Temple will be fine."
Zen Master Mingyong's huge eyes, like lanterns, moved a few times.
There are three things that are abundant in Manjusri Monastery: many scriptures, many disciples, and much Buddhist fat.
Since this person took the initiative to learn, it couldn't be better. Without any suspicion in his heart, he reached into his arms, pulled out a piece of human skin, and placed it on the table. The human skin moved slightly.
Venerable Mingyong left with a whimper.
Zhang Song sat on the chair with a smile on his face, and did not even stand up to see him off.
The white jade centipede was sitting cross-legged in the sea of qi in his body, with a solemn appearance and emitting a faint Buddha light.
Zhang Song also quietly activated a trace of Vajra Prajna aura.
Venerable Mingyong could only have two reactions. One was to mistakenly believe that he had a deep Buddha nature and had been infected and would soon be transformed into a Buddhist practitioner.
The other is that he feels that there is a big Buddha behind him who he cannot afford to offend, and he cannot be provoked while he is still alive.
Venerable Mingyong was simple-minded. He came here with his men in a threatening manner, but now he retreated calmly. He must have thought that he had refined the bowl and had been designated as a member of their Manjusri Temple.
Why are the monks in Wenshu Temple either tigers or lions? Aren’t there any normal Buddhist practitioners?
Liao Tong stood motionless on the side, determined that he would not move unless Zhang Song moved.
A huge monster in the late Jindan stage came in with great momentum, ready to fight to the death. But in the end, he offered Jindan and martial arts skills. Did he treat Zhang Song, the cave master, as his junior brother or his disciple?
Liao Tong suddenly discovered that few people in the village, from top to bottom, talked about Zhang Song's merits and faults, and they all called him Little Heavenly Master.
Guiliu Village treated Zhang Song like a guest of honor.
"Uncle Liao."
"I am here.",
Zhang Song gently asked him to sit down and talk. On the table were Buddhist foundation-building pills and human skin scriptures.
"Look at these two, what are they?"
Liao Tong was sitting on a chair. When he heard Zhang Song's words, he immediately and carefully practiced his skills. A black light emanated from his blood-red eyes, and at the same time, the horn seemed to emit a sound.
Zhang Song knew that the insect poison fused by Liao Tong might be very ordinary, but its potential was probably very high, and it might even have reached the Saint level.
Most of the poisonous insects in Shiniuzhai are of spirit level. Those who have status or spirit stones will integrate king level ones. Although they are rare, they can be purchased.
But there were no more Saint-level poisonous insects. Even Mo Qingqing knew where to find Saint-level poisonous insects, so she had to prepare in advance and drag Zhang Song to collect them personally.
He really wanted to see what these two things looked like in front of such an insect cultivator, and what he could see.
"This pill..." Liao Tong shook his head. He really couldn't see any difference, but he could clearly smell the scent of sandalwood, and his body seemed to come alive.
If I take this pill, all the hidden injuries on my body may be healed.
This should be a precious medicine, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a foundation-building pill.
Zhang Song nodded. This foundation-building pill was indeed much stronger than the insect-transformed pill from the Insect Fairy.
In his eyes, this elixir looked like countless golden hair-like threads that were constantly wriggling and twisted into a ball.
It seems that this is not the power of my pupil technique, but the reaction of my mental power.
What Liao Tong saw is what most people saw.
"this?"
Liao Tong picked up the human skin scripture very seriously and looked at it for a while. Sweat appeared on his face, but he was still trying hard to read it.
"Okay, Uncle Liao."
It can be seen that Liao Tong is having a hard time watching, as if he is fighting against something.
"This should be an ordinary scripture that can help people calm down and gain wisdom and enlightenment."
"Sorry to bother Uncle Liao."
Liao Tong suddenly asked, "I wonder what Master Zhang saw?"
"Distorted words and gibberish."
Zhang Song received the human skin scripture in the Immortal Palace and filtered it with lightning to see if real words could appear.
The rain outside stopped, the ground was wet, and several dead puppets were dragged away by other puppets.
Liao Tong hesitated to speak.
Zhang Song reminded calmly: "Uncle Liao, those puppets are all level 2 warriors."
Liao Tong's heart trembled, but he did not doubt Zhang Song's words. He just tried hard to think about the scriptures he had seen, and it seemed that there was no hidden trap.
When daybreak came, the people from the ghost cave came out one after another.
There is no need to worry about safety in the ghost cave. Private fighting is not allowed here. They did not expect what Zhang Song encountered in the rain yesterday.
Gao Lie and others have rested well and are going to visit the border of the demon territory today.
This time Zhang Song did not follow. He didn't know the difference between a wolf demon and a wolf, but he knew that wolves, like dogs, had very sensitive noses and could smell the marked scent from several kilometers away.
Zhang Song was studying foundation-building pills and scriptures in the house. When it was almost noon, Liao Tong walked in.
One thing is certain, his thoughts and deductions are correct. Venerable Mingyong looks very strange, but the golden elixir he condenses is much stronger than that of a normal third-level cultivator.
He now has the rudiments of the golden elixir, and its power is no less than that of Mingyong who has listened to the Bodhisattva's teachings.
"Cave Master, there is someone outside who wants to see you."
The person who came was an insect cultivator, in the middle stage of level two. When he saw Zhang Song, a smile broke out on his stiff face.
"The owner of the Four Spirits Pavilion asked me to send a letter over. Please take a look. If there are no problems, please sign the task form."
The letter was actually written by Mr. Huang himself. He was now in Dadu of the Dali Dynasty, protecting a princess for half a year.
He already knew clearly that he had fulfilled the agreement between the two of them, and he was very pleased about it. From today on, the White Bone Pestle would be his.
He also asked him if he was interested in coming to Dadu, where he could be given a very high status so that he could get close to noble people and obtain very good resources for cultivation.
When I get older, I can only work as a security guard. It’s the same in every world.