Chapter 364 Little Monk
A void in the void, a sea of gray fog.
Lin Zhongtian sat cross-legged in the void, beside Zuo Yu who hurried over from Quanyou World.
After bidding farewell to Zhao Lihe and Bai Lang, Lin Zhongtian returned to the void without stopping, preparing to use the external incarnation technique he had just obtained from A Chinese Ghost Story to completely refine these two clones into real incarnations.
Before this, these two bodies were said to be his clones, but in fact they were just shells.
What really carries his consciousness is not the body, but the gray mist hidden in the body.
However, with this technique of external incarnation, Lin Zhongtian was finally able to truly refine them into a part of himself.
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When Lin Zhongtian began to concentrate on practicing the art of external incarnation, Zhao Lihe had already exchanged all the skills into gray mist coins, and then asked Void to transfer Bailang and Lin Zhongtian's share.
As for these Buddhist and Taoist techniques, Zhao Lihe himself has no intention of practicing them.
Moreover, he is still the lord of a country, and he is in the position of the emperor. His cultivation is half the result with half the effort, and it is very laborious.
It won't be too late to consider cultivating immortality when you get the skills of the Immortal Dynasty, or give up the throne.
Returning to the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, Zhao Lihe summoned the three brothers Lu Jianxing, Shen Lian, and Ding Xian and told them everything he could tell.
Hearing that Yan Chixia had become the lord of the City of Wasted Death with the help of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the three Lu Jianxing brothers couldn't help but sigh.
Shen Lian said with emotion: "From now on, there will be one less knight in the world, and one more Yama in the underworld..."
Zhao Lihe glanced at him, turned over his hand and took out the token, and said with a smile: "Don't be sentimental. If you miss him, just talk, I can send you down to see him at any time."
Shen Lian's expression froze and he raised his hands: "Your Majesty, this humble position is just a joke, just a joke..."
Zhao Lihe raised the corner of his mouth, put the token in his arms, and said with a smile: "Pack it up, let's set off at dawn."
The three Lu Jianxing brothers looked solemn, respectfully raised their hands and said, "Yes, Your Majesty!"
…
Not long after, the sky was bright and the three brothers Lu Jianxing were ready.
Before leaving, Zhao Lihe came to the place where the tree demon's grandmother was.
Nowadays, the towering ancient trees that block out the sky and the sun are no longer here, and are replaced by black stone mountains that suddenly appear on the edge of the cliff.
As time goes by, the black stone mountains rise and fall, and the sunlight surges in the sky, converging into streams of pale golden light, like rivers pouring from the sky towards the caves on the top of the two mountains.
Zhao Lihe climbed up the stone mountain and looked thoughtfully at the pale golden light visible to the naked eye in the sky.
"Is this the legendary essence of the sun and moon?"
As soon as these words came out, the black stone mountain shook, and a pair of huge vertical pupils appeared in front of Zhao Lihe.
"Don't mention it!" Bai Lang opened his eyes and said depressedly while absorbing the sun essence, "My body seems to be in conflict with the moon. I couldn't absorb the moonlight last night. During the day, as soon as the sun came out, I Before I took the initiative to suck it, the Japanese sperm gathered on its own..."
Zhao Lihe twitched the corner of his mouth and said enviously: "Isn't this a good thing?"
Bai Lang sighed and said, "What's so good? What Brother Yan taught me is the orthodox Taoist technique. It requires the harmony of yin and yang to transform into a human form. As far as I am partial to science, I have to reconcile it to the year of the monkey and the month of the horse in order to succeed!"
Zhao Lihe was speechless. He suddenly remembered something and frowned and asked, "Wait a minute, Lao Bai, didn't you just start practicing last night? Why did you get started overnight? How on earth do you practice martial arts?"
Bai Lang said matter-of-factly: "Of course it is to imitate the radiation technique and use nuclear energy to move the energy in the meridians!"
Zhao Lihe: "..."
Bai Lang didn't notice the expression on Zhao Lihe's face, and continued to say enthusiastically: "Don't tell me, this technique is really useful. I used nuclear energy to run the technique, open up the meridians, and immediately solved the problem between the radiation organ and the energy organ. I can now send and receive messages freely!"
"Look, I can leak this nuclear radiation if I want it to be leaked, and seal it if I want it to be sealed, but I'm obedient!"
Feeling the intermittent nuclear radiation around him, Zhao Lihe couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and his head was covered with black lines.
When Bailang had enough fun, he saw the expression on Zhao Lihe's face. He was slightly startled and then realized what he was doing.
"I can't absorb the moonlight. Is it a problem with nuclear energy?" Bailang asked cautiously.
"What do you think!" Zhao Lihe said angrily, "It can't be my problem, right?"
Bailang said depressedly: "What should I do? I've already done this, and now all my previous efforts have been wasted from scratch..."
Zhao Lihe said speechlessly: "It's only one night's work, are you reluctant to give up?"
Bailang sneered: "No, if I abolish the technique, the balance I finally found may collapse. By then, I may have to leak nuclear radiation all over my body..."
Zhao Lihe recalled Yan Chixia's words and hesitated: "How about using gray mist instead of moonlight."
Bailang's eyes lit up: "What a great idea, I'll try it tonight!"
Zhao Lihe smiled and patted Bai Lang's black visor: "You practice slowly, I'll leave first. Pay attention to the tree demon grandma, don't let her come out of the ground again to harm others."
"Don't worry!" Bai Lang chuckled, "I discovered last night that her roots had penetrated the surface of the earth, so I deliberately gave her some blood to suck. Now most of it has probably withered, and I don't dare to suck it casually anymore... "
Good guy, you are still ruthless!
Zhao Lihe gave a thumbs up, then jumped off Bailang's body with a smile, turned around and left the place.
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In the next two days, Zhao Lihe walked on the official road with three guards.
During this period, he met countless bandits on the road, but they were all killed mercilessly by Lu Jianxing and the others, and sent to the underworld City of Wasted Death with tokens.
In just two days, there were dozens of ferocious and high-quality ghost soldiers in the city of Fusi.
Yan Chixia received five-star reviews from the underworld, saying that the quality of the goods was excellent, the logistics was fast, the children liked it very much, and it can also be used on sensitive skin...
Of course, what follows is just Zhao Lihe's own rant. Yan Chixia's own intention is that these ghosts are vicious enough and she hopes Zhao Lihe and others will kill more and send them to the City of Wasted Death to serve as cannon fodder for him.
"Pfft——"
The blade of the knife penetrated the flesh, and blood spattered everywhere, dyeing the white cloth with the word "tea" scarlet.
In the teahouse beside the road, Zhao Lihe was sitting on a wooden bench, drinking hot tea with a calm expression.
To his left side stood a young man dressed as a waiter. His body was as thick as a sieve and he was trembling. He looked in horror at the three big men outside the tea shop who were slaughtering the robbers like chickens and sheep.
As the sound of swords entering flesh continued to sound, the screams outside the tea shop gradually subsided.
Lu Jianxing grabbed a man's hair and swung down the Yanling knife in his hand.
"Pfft——"
The blade separated flesh and blood and cut off the neck bones, but not a trace of blood was stained on it.
The headless corpse fell to the ground, blood spurting out from the severed neck, staining the muddy ground outside the tea shop red.
Lu Jianxing grabbed his hair and lifted his head. Blue energy surged in his palms, sealing the blood vessels. Then he walked into the tea shop and showed this man's face to Zhao Lihe.
Zhao Lihe looked up and confirmed that it was the person he was looking for, and then nodded.
"Kill them all."
The words came faintly, and Shen Lian and Ding Xian outside the tea shop immediately swung their blades and killed all the traitors who were pretending to be tea shop clerks and owners, but were actually poisoning the tea with perspiration and murdering passers-by.
Zhao Lihe put down the steaming tea cup in his hand, took out the token engraved with the word "Ju" from his arms, threw it to Lu Jianxing, then stood up and turned to look at the tea shop clerk beside him.
The tea shop boy trembled and collapsed to the ground in fear, looking at Zhao Lihe's face in horror.
"me……"
"You have only been in the tea shop for a few days, and you still don't know their real livelihood."
Zhao Lihe smiled and stretched out his hand, helped the man up, patted the dust on his body, and said with a chuckle: "Don't be afraid, we only kill evil people. If you haven't gone astray yet, just leave on your own."
"..."
The tea shop boy swallowed, nodded tremblingly, then turned stiffly and staggered out of the tea shop.
After leaving the tea shop, the waiter turned to look at Zhao Lihe and others. When he saw the head held in Lu Jianxing's palm, he trembled and quickly turned around and left the place as if running away.
Looking at the man's leaving figure, Ding Xian couldn't help but sigh.
"Big brother, second brother, how many times have I told you not to make things so bloody? Look, even good people are afraid of us now!"
"Afraid of us!" Lu Jianxing took off the white cloth with the word 'tea' stained with blood, wrapped the severed head, and said lightly, "It's best that when he does evil in the future, he can recall what our brothers look like today... …”
When Zhao Lihe heard this, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he turned to look at the only figure sitting in the corner of the tea shop.
"Little monk, why don't you run?"
The man was wearing a monk's robe and a bamboo hat. He had delicate features and a childish face. He was obviously a teenage monk.
Hearing Zhao Lihe's slightly smiling words, the young monk stood up, clasped his hands together, and said calmly: "Namo Amitabha, since the four donors only killed evil people, and the young monk thinks he has never done evil, why did he run away?"
Zhao Lihe burst out laughing when he heard this. Lu Jianxing and Ding Xian looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.
"Well said!" Zhao Lihe looked appreciative, "As the saying goes, if you don't do anything bad, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Along the way, I have seen many demons and monsters with evil intentions. A righteous person like you, little monk, is still First time meeting."
The young monk shook his head and said: "Namo Amitabha, what the donor said is wrong. The four donors are all people with strong martial arts. Ordinary people are like fish on the chopping board in front of the four donors. Even if they have never done anything wrong, they must be afraid first." Three points..."
Zhao Lihe asked with great interest: "Aren't you afraid of that little monk?"
The young monk didn't answer. He just picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.
Ding Xian looked shocked and said quickly: "Hey, there is sweat medicine in there!"
The young monk finished the tea, put down the tea cup, clasped his hands, and said calmly: "This tea soup was made with great difficulty by the young monk. Although it contains more of the Mongolian sweat medicine, after all, it is the kindness of several donors on the ground and cannot be wasted."
Zhao Lihe's face became even more interested. He understood that this young monk was showing off his martial arts skills and answering the question he just asked.
Although this level of martial arts was not worth mentioning to him, Zhao Lihe still did not hesitate to praise him for his courage and righteousness.
"A good thing should not be wasted, little monk, what is your name?"
The young monk put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name softly: "Namo Amitabha, the young monk Baiyun has seen four donors."