Extreme Eternal Demon

Chapter 118

Monk Zhixiang is gone.

Li Wuyou returned to own residence.

The Shaolin Temple arranged for own to live in a good place.

Front hall and back room.

The furnishings inside are also readily available.

And this direction is facing south.

There is nothing blocking the front, empty, and the view is good.

Behind it is facing a mountain.

It should be the back mountain that the old monk said.

“There should be a lot of old bald donkeys, Vajra Realm, there is no shortage of them.”

Li Wuyou opened the back window and looked into the vast mountains.

“Then, it might be a little troublesome to get the memory of the old monk here, as well as the secrets about the fragments of heaven.”

Li Wuyou frowned and said to himself,

“My current strength is not enough.”

“However, no hurry.”

When his eyes flickered, Li Wuyou smiled again and said to himself,

“When I enter Vajra, it is only a matter of a few seconds to know the outline of the hand and to destroy Shaolin.”

“The top priority is to get the Rivers and Lakes jackpot first.”

“By the way, when you see the devastating Deva gong, I will find out more about the fragments of heaven.”

Crunch!

Li Wuyou arbitrarily closed the door of the house, and then took the Lotus Position.

Meditate and rest.

Here, he dare not cultivate anymore.

It’s close to the back mountain. It’s not good if you are secretly stared at by a strong Vajra Realm and discover your own secret.

For a while, just be careful.

…

The back mountain of Shaolin Temple.

A very deep retreat.

To the south is a cliff, a hundred feet high, as if it had been split by a knife.

In the gap of the stone wall, two old trees occasionally stick out.

crooked.

It looks a little bit fangs and claws.

And on such a cliff, there is a stone step from below to the top.

The stone steps are not spacious.

Only enough for one person to pass.

It presents an angle of about forty-five degrees, leading to the top.

On the steps, is the figure of Monk Zhixiang.

He put his hands together, step by step, walking quite slowly.

In fact, with his strength, he can directly surpass all the steps in one step.

But he can’t.

The deepest part of the steps leads to the oldest and most powerful monk in Shaolin Temple.

Withered.

It is the survival of Shaolin two thousand years ago.

To show respect for it.

Anyone going to the top of a cliff has to step by step.

Cannot be omitted.

Nor can I use Buddhism True Qi.

About half an hour later.

Monk Zhixiang walked to the top of the cliff, where there was a cave that looked like it was dug out by hand.

The hole is neat.

It was deep and dim inside.

“Master.”

Monk Zhixiang bowed and saluted at the entrance of the cave, did not walk in, and whispered,

“The head of the Huajian faction, today mentioned the matter of the fragments of the kingdom of heaven.”

This kind of thing matters a lot.

Monk Zhixiang knows the secret of the fragments of heaven.

Over the years, Shaolin Temple has also secretly sent people to search for this thing in secret.

Everything originated from this Ku Rong Patriarch.

Therefore, he came to report as soon as possible.

“Amitābha.”

Inside the cave, there was a hoarse voice, like a dilapidated bellows, full of ethereal voices,

“Watch the change.”

“Yes!”

Monk Zhixiang nodded slightly, did not ask much, and did not speak much.

After saluting again, he walked down the steps again.

This figure gradually faded away.

In the end, it disappeared between the mountains and the wild.

The setting sun also seemed to be pouring.

Some reddish sunlight followed the cave, shining into the depths.

The light is long and narrow.

The situation inside the cave gradually became more apparent.

Although it is still faint and dim, it is still barely able to see the situation inside.

This is a stone room with a square meter.

Fang Fangzheng.

Nothing at all.

There is only one stone platform.

On the stone platform, there is a withered Vajra grass.

The saber-toothed leaves are yellowish.

Even the rhizomes have completely run out of water, and the scales covered on the surface are also shriveled and shriveled.

It should have been dead for a long time.

On the opposite side of this Vajra grass.

Below the stone platform.

The position with the back facing the hole.

An old monk sits in the Lotus Position.

The light and shadow shone on his back, faintly, some side faces can be seen.

Weird and eerie.

He, the profile on the left, has no flesh.

Exposed the thick bones.

Even the bones of some teeth and eye sockets can be seen.

And the skull.

And his neck was completely boneless, white, with some halo.

No flesh, no blood vessels, Meridians, etc.

It’s like a skeleton.

In other words, it is half a skeleton.

However, his profile on the right is no different from ordinary people.

The skin is fair and crystal clear as jade.

It seems to be a teenager.

One eye, closed.

It was like falling asleep.

This one is the legend of Shaolin, Ku Rong.

Two thousand years ago.

He used to be a sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple.

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, sweeping the floor for thirty years.

Later, I studied numerous Buddhist scriptures Dharma.

Suddenly one day, I realized that I became a Buddha.

After all, cultivation has become the scariest, most terrifying, and most unpredictable Ku Rong Jing in Shaolin Temple.

One year old and one withered.

One year old and one day heavier.

He was born in half a year and died in half a year.

One order per year.

Then, it only took decades to cultivate from an ordinary monk who is nothing to the Vajra Ninth Stage.

Become a man of Shaolin Town Temple.

“Heavenly fragments, re-emerge out of Rivers and Lakes, maybe it’s time to come out a man who climbs to the heavens.”

As the light and shadow flickered, Monk Ku Rong made a hoarse voice.

Then, opened his eyes.

A gleam of light flashed in the only remaining eye.

The Ku Rong Jing of his cultivation is exceptionally strange.

The cultivation in front is extremely fast.

For decades, one person can enter the Vajra Ninth Stage, the pinnacle of this world.

However, the last step of cultivation is as difficult as reaching the sky.

He must comprehend the dry and glorious profound meaning in it, and restore the flesh and blood that has been completely turned into bones.

It is considered complete.

Today, two thousand years have passed.

He hid in this cave, concentrating on Insight, watching the vicissitudes of the world change.

Finally got something.

The original skeleton body has now recovered 90% of its flesh and blood.

Only half of his face remained.

Soon, he was able to fully recover.

“Withered and Rong Dacheng, Lao Na will have the strength to open the heavens.”

“Two thousand years.”

“Lao Na can finally go to heaven and serve the real Buddha.”

Monk Ku Rong muttered to himself, and there was a smile that couldn’t be concealed on this half of his face.

Even fanatical.

During the two thousand years of Insight, he saw several people open the gates of heaven.

People who suffer endlessly.

People from the Huajian School.

Even Rivers and Lakes Rogue Cultivators.

There was also an Arhat in Shaolin Temple.

They, ascend to heaven.

Get the attention of the world!

Ku Rong looked at it one by one, already impatient.

Now, it is finally time to wait for the Heaven Shard to re-emerge out of Rivers and Lakes.

Reproduce the world.

Tianmen will open.

And this time, own withered Rongjing is finally about to come to fruition.

It must, must, not to be missed.

“I don’t know, who is going to make monk clothes for Lao Na.”

boom!

His voice gradually fell, and then dissipated in the cave.

The next moment.

A weird and vast soul power rushed out of this cave.

Then, like a wave.

Rushed to the place where the disciples of the Huajian school lived.