The backyard of the ancient temple.
The old monk and the red-haired ghost looked into the distance, their eyes seeming to pass through the void and fall on the young monk who was crying bitterly.
The two looked at each other.
"well."
The old monk sighed deeply.
The red-haired ghost said sadly: "This day will come sooner or later, and he will have to face it eventually, so that's fine."
"Who can tell whether it's good or bad." The old monk shook his head.
"Bald Donkey, what do you mean?" The red-haired ghost seemed to have a hidden meaning in the old monk's words.
The old monk said: "This son values love, and Mr. Su is a bond to him. It is because of this bond that he can shave his hair and become a monk; he has a clear mind; he is willing to be quiet I will stay at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley for twenty years."
The red-haired ghost nodded secretly.
The old monk was right. With Su Zimo's temperament, even if he offended Liuli Palace and was hunted by the entire Northern Territory forces, would he be willing to endure it like this
Does he really have no other way to leave the Northern Territory
If he had to wait for an opportunity to take Su Hong out of the Northern Territory, with Su Zimo's temperament, he would have killed him as soon as the inner elixir was repaired more than ten years ago!
The old monk sighed: "Now, without this bond, the nightmare of becoming the genius of the three sects of immortals, Buddhas, and demons, and the eternal monster that has made countless monks fear and tremble, may be back!"
The red-haired ghost narrowed his eyes and asked, "What did you see?"
"have no idea."
The old monk shook his head.
The red-haired ghost asked again: "Twenty years have passed and his golden elixir has still not changed. Is it possible to recover?"
"have no idea."
The old monk still shook his head.
After a pause, the old monk said slowly: "Maybe he has found a way to restore the golden elixir, maybe he has not found it, I don't know, I can't see through him anymore."
The red-haired ghost's expression changed slightly!
Even the old monk can't see through Su Zimo!
After twenty years of practicing Zen and enlightenment, chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha, Su Zimo did have a unique aura about him.
Almost like a Buddha!
The red-haired ghost's expression changed, and he suddenly said, "He's back. He's probably here to say goodbye to you."
"Also, you are my master after all. Give this kid three or two things to save his life. Don't hide them all. Will you accompany you into the coffin when the time comes?"
The red-haired ghost was muttering, and the old monk had turned and left.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the cemetery and arrived at the main hall.
Not long after.
Su Zimo pushed open the door and entered.
His mood seemed to have stabilized, but the sadness deep in his eyes was still difficult to resolve.
Su Zimo walked straight into the main hall, knelt down in the direction of the old monk, kowtowed three times, and whispered: "Master, I have to leave."
"Go ahead."
The old monk did not persuade him to stay.
He knew that even if he tried to stay, it would be in vain.
The old monk stretched out his palm, handed over the two old talismans in his palm, and said: "These are two teleportation talismans, one is a small teleportation talisman, and the other is a large teleportation talisman."
"Small moving talisman, I won't say much more, random transfer."
"As for this Great Teleportation Talisman, it can be regarded as a treasure that the emperor of the Daqian Empire asked Master Fulu to refine! It can be teleported over the longest distance, even across the distance between large areas!"
Directed teleportation!
The weight of these four words is too heavy.
Just a small moving talisman is already precious.
What's more, it's a great teleportation talisman, and it's also a directional teleportation
This is almost equal to giving Su Zimo an extra life!
Su Zimo took it with both hands and put it into his storage bag. He was about to turn around and leave when he was suddenly stopped by the old monk.
Looking at Su Zimo's empty dantian, the old monk's eyes showed some worry and curiosity. He hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Your golden elixir..."
Su Zimo was silent.
After a while, he said softly: "Actually, the secret to restoring the golden elixir lies in the worry-free flower."
"Worry-free flower?"
The old monk was slightly startled.
Although this worry-free flower belongs to the ancient temple, it was something that the red-robed woman snatched away many years ago and left in Su Zimo's dantian.
Su Zimo said: "In an ancient scripture in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there is a legend that the worry-free tree is one of the three sacred trees of Buddhism. The Buddha who founded Buddhism was born here. Under the worry-free tree!”
"I have heard of this legend before..."
The old monk's voice suddenly stopped.
A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.
He finally came to his senses and restored the relationship between Jindan and Wuyouhua.
This Buddhist legend actually records the worry-free flower, another power besides flame.
The power of life!
The birth of life.
From nothing to something.
The Ashoka flower witnessed the birth of Buddha.
Su Zimo's dantian was shattered and the golden elixir was destroyed.
The power of his golden elixir did not disappear, but was absorbed by the worry-free flower deep in his dantian.
Twenty years.
Su Zimo meditates on meditation and enlightenment every day, chants sutras and worships Buddha, which is constantly precipitating, accumulating, and stimulating the power of 'life' in the worry-free flower!
Su Zimo was already heading towards the ancient temple.
In a trance.
On Su Zimo's bald head, black hair gradually grew longer and longer.
In his body, the originally dark and empty dantian gradually appeared like a flower.
On top of that flower.
There is a fruit that is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Golden, round, radiant, dazzling!
This fruit is Su Zimo’s new golden elixir!
The spiritual power surged in his Dantian, becoming more and more surging.
It seemed as if a storm was forming in his body!
Su Zimo's aura is constantly getting stronger!
With every step you take, the spiritual power in your Dantian will increase.
stronger!
boom!
In the blink of an eye, the spiritual power in the dantian has broken through the boundaries of the early stage of the golden elixir and reached the middle stage of the golden elixir.
It didn't take long.
boom!
There was another noise.
Late stage of Golden Elixir!
Su Zimo once swallowed the Ten Thousand Years Vermillion Fruit, and none of the energy was wasted. It was absorbed by the Worry-Free Flower, and now it has been condensed again!
With every step he takes, Su Zimo's aura changes!
The only thing that didn't change was those eyes.
Neither sad nor happy, no waves.
When Su Zimo walked to the door of the ancient temple, the aura in his body became stable, his black hair danced wildly, and his aura was terrifying, like a god!
The peak of Jin Dan in the later stage!
Break and then stand!
After twenty years of dormancy under the Dragon Burial Valley, chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha every day, his cultivation level did not decline, but reached the peak of the late Golden Elixir stage!
Of course, the changes in Su Zimo don't stop there!
But no one can tell.
Standing at the entrance of the ancient temple, Su Zimo turned around slowly, with clear eyes, looking at the two lines of dragon and phoenix flying writing on the wall of the main hall, in a daze.
This is the word Dieyue left for him.
Suddenly, Su Zimo stretched out his finger!
A stream of spiritual energy burst out from the tip of his index finger, falling on the wall of the hall like a sharp sword.
Su Zimo waved his arms.
After the two lines of writing on the wall, there were two more lines of brand new writing.
The writing is sharp and sharp, looking down on the world!
Mingzhen read out subconsciously: "Once the dust is gone, light will shine through thousands of mountains and rivers!"
"hiss!"
"Such courage..."
The old monk's eyes showed deep shock.
The originally silent backyard suddenly heard the sound of rumbling chains!
If you want to become Buddhas, dragons, and elephants, you must first become sentient beings like horses and oxen.
Once the dust is gone, the light will shine through thousands of mountains and rivers.
The previous sentence was left by Dieyue.
The latter sentence was Su Zimo's response.