flstandardbreds Chapter 128: Flesh Prison, Encounter
Chapter 128: Flesh Prison, Encounter
The reason why Mu Qin's expression changed drastically.
This is because the old man who just passed away was actually the current abbot of Jiuxiang Temple.
According to Jiuxiang Temple's status, the inconspicuous old man is a Buddha-level figure.
In fact, she had been trying hard to control her expression.
There were already stormy waves in my heart.
Such a person actually died here.
and……
He died just now, no more than five days ago.
How could Mu Qin not be shocked, but what comforted her was that the abbot seemed to have not much cultivation left before his death.
She didn't know what lay ahead, or whether there was any danger.
But she knew very well that she could not retreat.
This is about the future of incense.
She had to go deeper and understand the deeper meaning of incense. Perhaps it was intuition, or perhaps it was the feeling of being a founder.
She could sense that this journey was closely related to her future path, so she couldn't take a single step back.
This also has to do with her state of mind.
As a pioneer of this new incense path, if I retreat easily, this road will almost come to an end.
……
The fifteenth floor.
Flesh prison.
Different from the previous ones, when you step into this floor, a sense of vicissitudes of life hits you in the face.
The first thing that catches your eye is the murals.
Mu Qin looked carefully and saw clearly one of the murals. It depicted a skinny old man with a tumor on his back that was bigger than his head.
She frowned and walked forward while browsing the murals.
After a while, I saw another painting.
The painting shows a woman, but her hair has fallen out, her cheeks are sunken, and she is gnawing on the bark of a tree.
It's extreme hunger.
After walking a few more steps, another portrait came into view. It showed a child with a sore on his chest, and his skin was torn and bleeding from being scratched.
Each mural is lifelike.
Every few steps you take, you can see different human tragedies.
Some people's hands and feet turned into bark, and some people's mouths and tongues were covered with sores...
Mu Qin frowned and walked silently.
"Ok?"
Sudden.
She stopped, her pupils dilated, and she saw a unfamiliar figure in front of her.
The man was wearing a black robe and a black and white mask on his face.
Observing the mural intently.
At this moment, noticing the person coming, he turned around as well. The two looked at each other, neither of them knowing what the other was thinking.
Who else could that man in black robe be other than Li Changxiao?
When he arrived at the fifteenth floor, he was attracted by the murals on the wall, so he stayed there for a few more days.
Being caught up wasn't a surprise.
Li Changxiao looked behind Mu Qin and was a little surprised that Si Nian and Li Tianyu did not follow.
He had almost no contact with Mu Qin, but he still knew a little about her character.
He is a dull person by nature.
Tao follows nature.
I won't kill innocent people, but I don't mind killing.
One sentence summary.
This woman is not easy to mess with, but the probability of her attacking me is probably low.
Li Changxiao evaluated in his mind that he could not say that he did everything perfectly and had a complete plan for everything, but he did his best to avoid unnecessary troubles and left himself some ways out.
Even if this Immortal Mu killed people like crazy, he could still deal with it with the mysterious sound of the dream space and his own ability to escape.
Thoughts are racing through my mind.
Li Changxiao bowed to the other party, smiled slightly, and spoke first: "Senior."
Mu Qin was stunned. Looking at the figure in front of her, her brows furrowed again and again, her mind a little confused for a moment.
She waved her whisk, nodded calmly, and asked in a cold voice, "Did you carve the words 'There is a strange disease here'?"
"So... you have always known about us, that we are also monks, and have been following us secretly. You know that we have also entered the Sutra Library and are right behind you?"
Mu Qin asked calmly.
"It's just a coincidence." Li Chang said with a smile, neither humble nor arrogant.
Mu Qin snorted lightly, "Hmph, your true identity must be one of the three of us. We have some interactions, or at least we know each other. I can't say that we have a very good relationship, but I think of our old feelings. Otherwise, why would I have to engrave a warning? It's not difficult to guess your true identity."
"I have seen you wearing the same clothes more than once in Buddha City. You call yourself Su Yun, but your behavior and speech are different. Others may not notice this, but it can't escape my eyes."
"But..." Mu Qin changed the subject, "If you want to hide behind the mask, then hide it. I won't expose you."
Mu Qin's tone was flat, she was just stating the facts.
Li Changxiao couldn't help but smile bitterly.
As expected, he is Master Mu.
Just one side was enough to expose myself.
"The immortal is indeed smart, but I have an agreement with the Su family. I can only take off the mask after returning to Changwu City." Li Changxiao said truthfully.
Hearing this, Mu Qin's expression fluctuated a little, and a complex emotion emerged in the depths of her eyes, but it was quickly restrained.
"You said there is a strange disease here, but you don't leave. Why?" Mu Qin asked.
"Because the reason I came here is to investigate this strange disease." Li Changxiao said.
"Aren't you afraid of getting infected?" Mu Qin asked.
Li Changxiao shook his head but did not explain the reason, leaving it to the Immortal Master Mu to guess on his own.
Even the most powerful cultivator cannot avoid the depletion of spiritual energy.
The world's longevity skills and methods have all been weakened and suppressed. The lifespan obtained by relying on these skills will ultimately have a limit, even the most advanced ones are no exception.
As for those forbidden techniques that can take away one’s life.
To be honest, people had already tried it around two hundred years ago, before the spiritual energy was exhausted.
It's just that it's not that simple.
First of all, killing people consumes spiritual energy.
Taking away one's lifespan also consumes spiritual energy.
Grafting someone else's lifespan onto one's own requires a huge amount of spiritual energy.
Every step consumes spiritual energy.
Moreover, the lifespan will be greatly reduced during the grafting process.
You can only get one out of a hundred lives you take away, and the more lives you take away, the more spiritual energy you consume.
Even the best longevity-destroying technique is no exception.
It is a business where you gain tenfold but lose a hundredfold.
If killing people and taking away their lifespans is possible, why would the cultivators in the world hide from it? Lifespan is so mysterious that no cultivator in the world dares to say that they can understand it.
Or... they think they understand something, but in fact, the so-called "understanding" is based on the premise of abundant spiritual energy.
This path has long been proven to be a dead end.
In addition, killing people and taking their souls in order to replenish spiritual energy is not feasible.
During this period, if you draw other people's spiritual energy into your body, you will be seeking death. The two spiritual energies of different natures will repel each other in the body, and the consequences can be imagined.
Of course, some devouring techniques, which specifically devour the spiritual energy of others for one's own use, seem to work, but they are all stuck at the step of refining the spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy consumed in refining spiritual energy is several times more than the spiritual energy obtained after refining.
After the spiritual energy is exhausted, the loss of spiritual energy needs to be considered in everything. This self-righteous approach has killed many cultivators in the early stages.
Lifespan is so elusive that, in the eyes of people all over the world, immortality is completely impossible.
This is common sense and an iron rule!
and so.
As long as Li Changxiao doesn’t say it himself.
No one can imagine what Immortal Mu is like, and Li Changxiao is still immortal.
Even if he admitted it himself and announced it to the world, no one would believe it. People would rather believe that he was a lunatic.
At most, at most, one would suspect that he was lucky and had picked up an immortal fruit whose effects were still there.
Li Changxiao himself is an immortal, and from his own perspective, it seems that whatever he does may expose his own secrets.
In fact, it is just the opposite.
Just do whatever you want.
As expected, Mu Qin did not ask any more questions. She guessed in her heart that perhaps Li Changxiao had swallowed some kind of fruit that could resist the invasion of strange diseases, so he was fearless.
She had automatically found the most reasonable explanation for Li Changxiao.