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Chapter 22 The Long Dream of the Warring States Period

Navy Headquarters.

Because of the success of Dr. Vegapunk's experiments, the Navy began scheduling volunteers for devil fruit extraction.

The operation of the Warring States Period was scheduled for a week later, and he still had a lot of affairs to deal with at this moment.

"Haha, Sengoku, would you like to sit down and eat a senbei?"

In the office, the lieutenant general who came through the door was stuffing a bag of snacks into his mouth.

"It's so noisy, Cap, you bastard."

"If you have time, go and capture Qi Wuhai."

Garp didn't take it seriously, but still ate.

"How can there be Qi Wuhai? It was all cleaned up by the Demon Slayer."

"Except for the murloc Jinbe who is alive and Doflamingo missing, the rest of the Shichibukai is completely cold."

Warring States naturally knew what Karp said, he just wanted to find an excuse to drive away the guests, but this old thing is too rascal.

Seeing that the excuse was useless, he could only speak directly.

"Leave me alone for a while, I'm sleepy right now."

Warring States didn't lie, he was indeed very sleepy now.

Without waiting for Garp to go out, Sengoku sat on a chair and closed his eyes to rest.

An irresistible drowsiness hit him, and Zhan Guo just fell asleep like this.

Garp yawned when he saw Sengoku's appearance.

"Maybe I've been too busy recently."

Thinking of this, he fell asleep standing there, and he was still holding an unfinished senbei in his hand.

zzzzz~
Qing Yuan Dynasty.

The skinny little beggar was woken up by the rain, so he got up and ran to another dry eaves where the rain couldn't get him.

The body shrank into a ball, and the little beggar looked up at the sky.

The heavy rain was falling more and more heavily, and the humid air was gradually taking away his remaining body temperature.

The little beggar's face was filled with a silly smile, and pictures seemed to float before his eyes.

Just now, the little beggar had a dream. In the dream, he came to another world and became another person.

In the dream, he was called Warring States, he was the admiral of the navy, and he was a high-ranking official. Although there were always many unsatisfactory things that troubled him, at least he was not like him now, begging on the street with a stench, and living a life of endless suspense. Dayton's life.

He took out half a piece of sesame seed cake from his arms, and the little beggar ate it straight away.

Thinking back on everything in that dream, his smile disappeared after eating and eating, and tears welled up in his eyes, sobbing uncontrollably.

It was not until a long time passed that the little beggar recovered from this extreme emotion.

A gust of wind blew by, making goosebumps all over his body, and he felt the weather getting colder.

Night fell, but fortunately the rain finally stopped.

Picking up clean firewood from other places and taking out two stones wrapped in rags, the little beggar clumsily lit a fire.

Until the flame finally ignited, warmth returned to the body again.

The little beggar began to try to recall everything in the dream again, and he found that this dream was different from the previous ones.

This reminded him of the previous life that the monks in the city said.

If this is his previous life, is there anything he can learn? If he can learn something useful, can he improve his life a little bit.

His wish now is very simple, that is to live, to live like a human being.

Six styles, domineering, practice.

Six-style martial arts requires adequate food and nutrition.

Domineering is an advanced form of physical fitness, and you need to practice six styles first.

Cultivation, only the early stage of immortal cultivation does not require so much material supply.

Therefore, the little beggar chose to practice immortality without hesitation.

According to the method in the dream, he sat cross-legged on the ground to feel the aura existing in the heaven and earth.

He failed again and again, and he was not discouraged.

Finally, after more than ten days, he finally found the legendary aura.

Perhaps because the little beggar's talent is really good, his cultivation has improved rapidly.

The bony body began to grow flesh, and the body became healthy.

He no longer begged along the street, but found a monastery as a monk.

In the Qing and Yuan Dynasties, there was a threshold for becoming a monk, and the monastery would not accept skinny beggars. Only the young beggars were young, but their strength was not inferior to the eight-foot man, so the temple made an exception to accept them.

So far, he has the dharma name, Hui Ning.

This is also the first time in his life that he has a name.

The temple where Hui Ning lives is called Jialuo Temple. The temple is not big. There are 30 monks in total. The presiding officer is an elderly monk who looks very kind.

The Jialuo Temple is not big, but the incense is very prosperous. Rich and noble families often come to offer incense and repay their wishes, and they also get a lot of donations.

Huining's daily life in the temple consists of cleaning fallen leaves, meditating and chanting scriptures, and practicing martial arts.

Time flies, and dozens of years.

The people in the monastery were old and dead, only he looked the same as before, and he didn't look old.

He knew that this was because he was successful in cultivating immortality and lived a lot longer.

He was passed down as an eminent monk by his neighbors, and the abbot also handed over the temple to him before he died.

This also forced him to spend more energy on managing the monastery, wasting a lot of practice time.

Cold comes and summer goes, and dozens of years.

The old emperor who was far away in the capital also heard Huining's story.

It's just that the content has been distorted a lot, and in the end it only became one sentence.

There are gods and monks in Jialuo Temple, who can live forever if they eat it.

The old emperor was dying of old age, and he obviously hadn't lived long.

But he is the most powerful person in the dynasty with his own country and thousands of miles, good wine and beautiful women.

How could he be willing to die like this.

So, he sent people to Jialuo Temple to invite people.

Although Hui Ning had concerns, she didn't think much about it, so she went directly to the capital with her.

In the main hall, the old emperor saw this legendary monk who had never aged for hundreds of years for the first time, and the corner of his mouth drooled.

"May I ask what your majesty wants to do with the old monk?"

Hui Ning bluntly said that the old emperor looked at him as if someone who had been hungry for a long time finally saw edible food, which made him very disturbed.

"The divine monk has a way to make me live forever."

The old emperor's tone was sincere and full of hope.

Hui Ning shook his head, it was too late, even if he was willing to teach the old emperor how to practice immortality, it was too late.

"Then why can the monk live forever?"

The old emperor asked in a serious tone.

Hui Ning laughed and remained silent.

The old emperor stepped onto the dragon chair and sat down slowly, his face turning hard.

"I heard that if you eat the god monk, you can live forever."

"Have the monks heard about this before?"

Hui Ning secretly thought that it was not good, and silently used his mana to prepare for the battle.

"I have never heard of it. I hope Your Majesty will not believe such slander."

However, the old emperor burst out laughing loudly, mixed with the sound of coughing, resounding through the hall.

"Come here, cook him for me."

After the words were closed, a large group of guards and soldiers rushed in, holding spears and sword shields, and surrounded Hui Ning.

Hui Ning looked at them and sighed helplessly.

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