"Um?"
This voice interrupted Su Zimo's thoughts.
There are really living people at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley!
Su Zimo pushed the door open and saw a young novice monk sitting cross-legged on a futon, with his hands clasped together and an ancient book placed on his chest, chanting softly.
Su Zimo was slightly startled.
He thought that the living person at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley must be an extraordinary person, but he didn't expect that he was such a young novice monk.
The cultivation level of the little novice monk in front of me should not exceed the golden elixir level.
Although Su Zimo's cultivation is not there, his eyesight is still there.
The little novice monk seemed to realize something, stopped chanting, and turned his head.
These eyes are as clear as water, as if they can reflect an innocent heart!
The little novice monk smiled slightly, stood up, clasped his hands together, and said, "Donor, you are awake."
Su Zimo stepped forward, bowed and saluted: "My lord, Su Zimo, thank you fellow Taoist for saving your life."
“Donors don’t have to do this.”
The young novice monk said with a smile: "It was Master and the old man who noticed it, so the young monk brought the donor back."
"Master?"
Su Zimo's tone revealed a hint of surprise.
From this point of view, the little novice monk is not the only one at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley!
The little novice monk nodded, his eyes fell on the main hall not far away, and said: "However, the master is in retreat and will not see anyone for the time being."
Not far away, the main hall door was closed.
Su Zimo nodded and asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"
"More than a month."
Su Zimo was silent and pursed his lips, feeling a bit bitter at the corner of his mouth.
Due to the destruction of his cultivation, his body's self-healing power also declined drastically. This injury did not heal for more than a month!
After a short silence, Su Zimo asked again: "How long will it take for my friend's master to be released from seclusion?"
"The young monk doesn't know."
The little novice monk shook his head and said, "It could be tomorrow, it could be a year, it could be a hundred years."
"Hundred years..."
Su Zimo smiled bitterly.
Sensing Su Zimo's disappointment, the little novice said conscientiously: "Donor, you don't have to worry, time flies by like a fleeting moment, and a hundred years can only pass by in the blink of an eye."
The little novice monk looked to be in his teens.
When these words came out of his mouth, they were really nondescript and seemed a bit weird.
The little novice monk added: "If the donor feels bored, you can browse the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion at will. These Buddhist scriptures are profound and profound, and contain the secrets of heaven and earth. Even if you are poor at reading the scriptures, you may not be able to get a glimpse of their secrets."
"There is endless fun in the scriptures. Once you are immersed in it, time will pass before you know it. A hundred years will go by very quickly."
The young novice said it easily, but Su Zimo really couldn't arouse his interest.
Su Zimo felt uncomfortable rejecting the little novice monk's kindness, so he nodded and smiled, turned his eyes, looked around, and looked around.
There are not many buildings in this courtyard, only two.
One is the Sutra Pavilion, the other is the Mahavira Palace, and there is not even a Zen room.
This is a simple ancient temple.
Ancient, obsolete!
There are only two buildings that look very old. They have experienced many winds and rains and are covered with traces of time.
In front of the main hall, two vegetable gardens are planned, which are the only traces of green life.
The gate of the ancient temple is in dilapidated condition. It creaks and creaks when the wind blows, and it seems that it will collapse at any time.
"Why is there such a strange ancient temple at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley?"
Su Zimo looked a little confused.
For a moment, something seemed to flash through his mind.
But at this time, Su Zimo's mind was in chaos, and most of his mind was thinking about how to restore his cultivation, without thinking about it deeply.
After standing still for a while, Su Zimo turned around and walked towards the entrance of the ancient temple.
This ancient temple can be seen almost as far as the eye can see, but there is really not much to see.
Su Zimo wanted to go outside and see what was at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley!
The little novice monk looked a little worried and couldn't help but said: "Donor, you are seriously injured and have not recovered. Don't go too far. It is very dangerous outside."
"Thanks for the reminder, fellow Taoist, I will be careful."
Su Zimo cupped his fists to say thank you, turned around and walked out.
As soon as he stepped out of the door of the ancient temple, a gust of cold wind blew by, and Su Zimo couldn't help but shiver.
Ahead is a winding rift valley with countless gravels on the ground and jagged rocks on the mountain walls on both sides.
There was deathly silence in the entire rift valley!
Su Zimo frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then moved forward.
The little fox looked a little frightened, but still chose to follow Su Zimo.
Su Zimo looked up.
The mist surged above the rift valley. Thousands of years ago, countless strong men fought against each other. The remaining power converged above, forming a chaotic power field.
Any creature that enters it will be strangled into blood mist!
Su Zimo's cultivation was abolished and he lost all means of volleying. It was easy to jump from above, but it was impossible to go up.
Su Zimo realized that if he could not recover his cultivation, he would probably run out of life at this bottom and grow old slowly.
How can I restore my cultivation
The golden elixir was shattered into pieces and completely disintegrated.
Dantian has become a leaky existence, unable to gather spiritual energy at all.
It is impossible to restore the golden elixir.
The only thing that is possible to recover is the inner alchemy.
Although the inner alchemy is covered with cracks, it is at least still intact.
But how to repair the inner alchemy
Su Zimo has not yet reached the level of swallowing the essence of the sun and moon. If he wants to cultivate as a demon, he must swallow a large amount of life essence!
It can be fresh flesh and blood, it can be natural treasures, it can be a panacea...
But at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley, except for him, the little fox, the little novice monk and his master, there was nothing but two ordinary vegetable gardens!
Without the ability to replenish energy, it is difficult for the Great Wilderness Demon King's Secret Code to operate, let alone repair the inner elixir.
Su Zimo fell into deep thought, but did not stop walking, subconsciously walking forward.
After turning a corner, the little fox suddenly stopped, opened his mouth and bit Su Zimo's trouser leg, and pulled him desperately.
Su Zimo was shocked and woke up from his meditation.
The ground in front of him was covered with corpses.
Some are lying on their backs, some are sitting on the ground, some are in pieces, and there are all kinds of them.
Corpses were everywhere, as far as the eye could see, spreading to the end of the rift valley.
Su Zimo realized that these bones should be buried in this rift valley during the catastrophe thousands of years ago.
Even though tens of thousands of years have passed, these bones still show no trace of decay and are as crystal clear as jade!
Among these corpses, Su Zimo even saw a complete body that had not decayed!
How terrifyingly powerful was this person during his lifetime
Thousands of years have passed, but the body will not decay!
Suddenly, Su Zimo felt a red light flashing in the corner of his eyes, and subconsciously turned his head to look.
"Um?"
Su Zimo's pupils shrank violently, and the hairs all over his body stood up!
A few drops of blood were splashed on the surrounding stone walls.
Su Zimo just glanced at it and felt his eyes hurt so much that they almost exploded!
"What kind of strong man's blood is this? It has such terrifying power!"
After thousands of years, Su Zimo almost died with just a splash of blood!
At this moment, a strong sense of crisis came to my heart!