"Ah... you... you ruined my cultivation..."
The moment the voice rang out, Master Jingkong completely lost his demeanor as a great monk and became like a frightened little girl, screaming in a shrill voice.
"It's just a waste of your cultivation. Why are you so nervous? Don't you call yourself a great monk? At least give yourself some dignity..."
Ye Feng shrugged indifferently. He had done this kind of thing many times, so it was really nothing.
In just a few words, Master Jingkong had undergone a drastic change.
The face that was originally rosy and without a trace of wrinkles has now become as dry and wrinkled as old tree bark; the pair of eyes that were originally bright have now become like a pool of stagnant water, lifeless, turbid and confused, without a trace of life.
Not only that, the breath of life in his body also became extremely weak, like a candle in the wind. It seemed that as long as a slightly stronger wind blew by, the fire of his life would dim and go out.
The internal force in Dantian is the life foundation of ancient martial artists and the source of their abundant vitality.
Once this origin is destroyed, aging will come uncontrollably, making them extremely weak.
"Well, you're not going to tell me, are you?"
After knocking Master Jingkong unconscious with a slap, Ye Feng looked at Monk Mingxin with a smile and said indifferently.
Demon, this guy is an absolute demon! Monk Mingxin was so frightened that he almost cried.
The cultivation level of the late Heavenly Grade could be destroyed at any time, let alone a little boy like him.
"I'll tell you everything..." After a shudder, Monk Mingxin said tremblingly, "The reason why Master and I came to the capital is to take advantage of the fact that Baiyun Temple, the outer sect of Xuankong Temple, has a wide range of connections and many pilgrims to collect the Longevity Atlas!"
"The Illustrated Book of Immortality..." Ye Feng was stunned when he heard this.
So far, this was the first time he heard that a certain sect was actively collecting this item.
Does this action mean that the wonderful world of the Immortal Realm is about to open
"Senior, do you know the Book of Immortality?" Monk Mingxin asked back when he saw Ye Feng's strange reaction.
"Didn't you hear what I said just now? I am the only one who can ask you questions. You are not qualified to ask questions!" Ye Feng shouted coldly.
Monk Mingxin's neck shrank when he heard the voice, and he hurriedly continued in a trembling voice: "Xuankong Temple received news not long ago that people from Fangcun Mountain have been wandering around Shennong Mountain for some time, and it is suspected that the time for the opening of the Immortal Realm is approaching. In order to be on the safe side, we want to collect as many Immortal Atlases as possible and strive for more places to enter the Immortal Realm!"
The world of immortality is about to open!
Ye Feng was stunned when he heard the voice. This situation was something he had never expected. And according to what Du Zhong said at the beginning, the opening of the Immortality Realm seemed to be five years later. How come it was so much earlier
But soon, he suddenly remembered that what Du Zhong said at that time was within five years, not five years later, which means that the opening time of the Immortal Realm will be any specific node within five years.
However, what interested him more than the upcoming opening of the world of immortality was the place name Shennongling.
Shennong Ridge is a holy place known to all Chinese people. According to legend, the ancestor of Chinese people, Emperor Yan Shennong, built a ladder here to collect herbs, save people from diseases and teach them how to farm.
Yan Emperor Shennong is an ancestor in the history of Chinese traditional medicine who can be regarded as equal to Huang Emperor and Qi Bo!
The opening location of the world of immortality is Shennongling. Does it mean that this place is related to the legendary pioneer of traditional Chinese medicine
"Have you collected the Longevity Atlas?"
After his mind changed slightly, Ye Feng looked at Monk Mingxin and asked in a deep voice.
"No... not even one..." Monk Mingxin smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "There are only two copies of the Immortal Illustrated Book in Xuankong Temple. That's why Master is so anxious."
One of the six great ancient martial arts schools in China only has two immortality maps...
Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.
You should know that in his hands, the number of the Longevity Atlas has reached five.
If Monk Mingxin and the other people from the six major ancient martial arts sects knew about this, they would probably be shocked.
"Besides this, what other mission do you and your master have in coming to the capital?" Ye Feng continued to ask.
“No more…” Monk Mingxin shook his head bitterly.
In fact, this time when he and Master Jingkong came to the capital, in addition to looking for the Book of Immortality, they had another idea, which was to enjoy the world, refine their minds with the various flavors of the world, and absorb more incense and vows.
But who could have imagined that before he could enjoy the worldly life, Master Jingkong's cultivation would be abolished, and his own future would be uncertain.
The reason why the master and disciple had fallen to this point was very simple. It was because before coming to the capital, they had made all kinds of calculations, but they had never expected that a giant Buddha like Ye Feng would appear in the capital.
"Very good, your answer satisfies me!" Ye Feng smiled and nodded, then turned his hand and hit Monk Mingxin's dantian with lightning speed, causing another sound of a balloon bursting.
"You... why do you want to destroy my cultivation? Haven't I already answered all the questions?"
Monk Mingxin was furious and felt indescribable grief and anger in his heart.
Dantian is the foundation of ancient warriors. If Dantian is broken, all cultivation will be lost, which means that all his previous efforts have been in vain, and he will be no different from an ordinary person in this life.
Such a gap is just like falling from a high and mighty god to the ground and becoming a weed.
"I can't help it. It's easy to destroy a person's cultivation..." Ye Feng shrugged nonchalantly, and then said jokingly: "Besides, when did I say that I would answer your questions and I would not destroy your cultivation?"
Although these Buddhist scums are monks, they do not have the slightest bit of compassion. The stronger they are, the more harm they can do to others.
To deal with such guys, killing them would be too easy for them. The best way is to make them fall from the throne they claim to be superior to others, so that they can also taste what it feels like to be despised and treated like grass.
"Take your master back to Baiyun Temple and tell the abbot there that I hope there will be one less bald donkey charging fees at the Stone Monkey's place during the next temple fair. Otherwise, if I meet him again, it won't be as easy as before..."
After looking at Monk Mingxin's sneer, Ye Feng searched through his and Master Jingkong's belongings. Not bothering to check, he threw everything into the trunk and drove away.
Monk Mingxin raised his head and roared in grief.
This is the pain of having poor cultivation. If you are weak, you can only be controlled by others, like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others. Even if others destroy your cultivation, you can't do anything to them!
(End of this chapter)