The Little Monk Goes Down the Mountain [Transmigration Book]

Zhan Ming took the token, and he frowned lightly. This is not only a token, but also a magic weapon for conveying messages, and its level is extremely high. Zhan Ming only has this kind of appearance in the temple. I saw it with some elders.

Zhan Ming made a trace of his consciousness and poked it in. Just to be careful, he still put a protective spell on the outside of his consciousness, for fear that something might go wrong.

As soon as Zhan Ming's consciousness entered the token, there were suddenly countless mysterious words flooding the sky, and his consciousness was almost squeezed out by these things.

Zhan Ming gritted his teeth and withstood this wave of shock, but his pale face turned pale at this time, and his expression was very ugly.

The little old man was still floating in the air, looking at this scene with a smile. He knew about it, but he deliberately didn't tell Zhan Ming. If he couldn't even bear this shock, then what about future achievements? avenue?

As Zhan Ming slowly regained his strength, the impact of those mysterious words on Zhan Ming gradually eased, and his complexion began to improve. After a long time, there was a look of thinking in his expression, and he suddenly found , These mysterious words are not only about the use of this magic weapon, but also a lot of knowledge about alchemy and weapon refining.

Moreover, this knowledge is different from those common goods, and is much richer than the collection of books in Zhaohui Temple. Zhan Ming even saw several elixirs that only appeared in rumors and had long been lost in reality, and his calm heart couldn't help but shake !

But before Zhan Ming could say anything, a clear voice suddenly came from the calm jade slip.

"Who's here?" The voice didn't have any strong intentions, but it was like a gentle and refined scribe, with just the right amount of softness in his tone.

But Zhan Ming didn't dare to underestimate him, saluted respectfully, and said in a solemn voice: "Junior Zhan Ming of Zhaohui Temple, I have met senior."

"Zhaohui Temple?" The man seemed a little surprised by the answer: "From Zhan's generation, you are actually Xiaoruyi's disciple and grandchildren?"

Having experienced the baptism of the little old man before, Zhan Ming is now able to calmly face his title of master ancestor.

"Patriarch Ruyi is the master of the younger generation." Zhan Ming looked calm.

The voice seemed to be sighing: "I didn't expect that after so many years, even Xiao Ruyi has a disciple."

Zhan Ming pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

"Let me ask you, how has Wanyu Mountain been doing all these years?" After the man sighed, he didn't get entangled, but asked instead.

But Zhan Ming was a little puzzled when he heard his question. He thought for a long time, and finally opened his mouth cautiously: "Where is the Wanyu Mountain mentioned by the senior? Is it in the East China Sea? The junior came out of the mountain gate, and his knowledge is shallow. But I’ve never heard of this place.”

"What?" The voice suddenly raised its voice: "You don't know about Wanyu Mountain!"

Zhan Ming was taken aback by his violent reaction, and looked at the little old man as if asking for help, but he saw his expression was heavy, and there seemed to be sadness in his eyes.

Zhan Ming felt blessed all of a sudden, and suddenly understood that this Wanyu Mountain was probably this withered ancient sect, and this senior didn't know that his sect no longer existed.

Zhan Ming was in a dilemma for a while, should he really tell this senior the very unpleasant news?

But Zhan Ming didn't feel embarrassed for long, and the little old man opened his mouth first.

"Master." His originally pleasing face now looked a bit desolate, but his voice was faintly trembling.

"Ruoqing?" The voice was a little hesitant.

"Master, it's me." The little old man's round eyes seemed to be filled with tears at this moment, and he looked very pitiful.

"Ruoqing, tell me what happened to our Wanyu Mountain!" He did not recognize the tone of the little old man, and asked eagerly.

At this moment, the little old man burst into tears, as if he was a child who had lost some sustenance, sitting in the air and crying loudly.

"Master! Wanyu Mountain is gone, and Wanyu Gate has been destroyed long ago!" His tears flowed down his ditch-like folds, and his pale beard and hair were trembling faintly, filled with grief.

"Since you sealed your spiritual consciousness and sat down, I followed your instructions and hid it, but I didn't expect that little bastard to be so wicked that he came to Wanyu Mountain several times to beg you. The venerable master does not want you to be humiliated after death. I didn't tell him the news of your death, but that little bastard was so wicked that he took Xiao Qingyue captive and wanted to force you to come out. The inner demon entered the body and was completely demonized in Wanyu Mountain. After that, the real demon came to the world, leaving Huozhou in chaos, and Wanyu Mountain became the Shura field for the war between humans and demons. All the disciples in Que Shan were dead, only Xiao Ruyi escaped. His master drank and ignored him all day long, but in the end he sacrificed himself to save his life. The old monk slapped the monk's sleeve, but the old monk slapped him. He was as small as Lao Gao with a swollen face, and he still didn't let go. In the end, he was kicked out by the old monk. I watched, master! Why did he become like this? ah!"

The little old man was like a child complaining about his grievances, crying heartbroken, and what he said was illogical, but the desolation in the words moved the heart of Zhan Ming, who was listening, and he was absolutely Unexpectedly, the disaster that happened more than ten thousand years ago also had the figure of the ancestor.

And his master was naturally more deeply emotional than Zhan Ming, and his heavy panting made people faintly startled.

But after the little old man finished speaking, he didn't speak for a long time. In the whole space, there was only the crying of the little old man, which made people feel sad.

"Ruoqing." After a long time, he finally spoke, and the sadness in his tone made Zhan Ming couldn't help but sigh.

"Is what you said true?" His voice was still as gentle as before, but Zhan Ming could hear a hint of trembling in the tone.

He asked such a question, but he didn't wait for the little old man's answer, but said to himself: "Ruoqing, I know you are naughty, but you shouldn't tell such a lie. Gao Shen, how could he die? The old monk has already practiced the Light of Ten Thousand Buddhas to advance to the Mahayana, and he just waited to cross the catastrophe, so how could he be forced to sacrifice his life? Don't lie to me, he accepted my offer before , He must take good care of Wanyu Mountain, he can't make a slip of the tongue, what he said, what he promised me, it all counts."

These words have turned into low whispers in the end, and I don't know whether he wants to persuade others or himself.

But when the little old man heard this, the tears in his eyes became more and more violent.

"That's right! That's right! That kid obviously agreed to the master! I thought he was a good man, but I didn't expect him to be such an asshole! I was not convinced, so I asked Xiao Ruyi to take me to find him, but he is no longer him , he was possessed by the real demon, I asked him why he did this, but he said that you broke the oath first, and he finally sealed me into your medicine furnace, I have been here and there for many years no..."

The little old man was obviously an old man, and he was old-fashioned when talking to Zhan Ming before, but now he complained to this voice like a child.

But before he finished complaining, the voice interrupted him: "Ruoqing!" At this moment, the voice could be called stern: "You, don't talk nonsense, you let Ah Yue come to see me, He can't... this can't be..."

Zhan Ming watched from the side, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He looked in the direction of the jade slip, heard his almost collapsed words, and said in a gentle voice: "Senior, the truth is so, it is impossible to tell. If you are deceiving yourself, although I feel good in my heart, but how can I be right with the souls of the dead?"

"Revenant? Revenant? Hahahahaha!" The man suddenly cried and laughed: "It's all my fault! It's all my fault! Senior brother, old monk, Qingyue! It's all my fault! I I shouldn't be soft-hearted for a moment, which is why I made such a big mistake! Who am I worthy of the people in this world! What face do I have to face the dead souls under the Nine Springs!"

His tone was mournful, and what he said was so heartbreaking that even Zhan Ming couldn't help feeling sad.

No matter who encounters such a tragic event, it will not be too pleasant for the great faction to be wiped out overnight.

Zhan Ming originally wanted to persuade him, but in the end he couldn't say anything. How could he let go of such a tragedy.

Thinking like this, Zhan Ming stopped talking too much, just stood aside, not saying a word.

It's just that although Zhan Ming didn't speak, the little old man couldn't keep his mouth shut at all. Hearing his master blame himself so much, he hurriedly said: "Why should the master do this? These evil things were done by that little bastard. What have you got to do with it?" He is willing to degenerate and practice the way of the devil, and you never reprimand him as always, but he pushed forward and caused such a disaster, no wonder he will die in the end and never be reborn!" At the end, the little old man almost gritted his teeth.

But the voice in the jade slip paused slightly at this moment, and after a while, finally asked in a trembling tone: "Is that evil obstacle dead?" It seemed a little uncertain.

"Of course he died!" The little old man was very proud, and smiled gloatingly: "It was Xiao Ruyi who killed him. Before the old monk died, he passed on all his cultivation to Xiao Ruyi. Revenge and practice hard, but after 20 years, he has practiced virtual cultivation. He looks similar to his master, so I helped him transform into his master's appearance. When the blood energy of the devil was weak, I disturbed his mind and borrowed Took the fairy stick that the old monk gave to Xiao Ruyi before he died, shattering his soul in one fell swoop, making him unable to reincarnate forever!"

The little old man talked more and more energetically when he talked about this, and he stopped crying. The frozen tears made his beard and hair condense, which looked a little funny.

Zhan Ming listened to the past events of his ancestor, but he was very fascinated. He didn't expect that the ancestor had such past events. Hearing what these two people said, that old devil must be a very powerful person, even a Mahayana monk escaped. However, the ancestor killed that person by virtue of his cultivation base, which is really extraordinary.

It's just that the jade slip remained silent during this process. If he hadn't looked at his shimmering light, Zhan Ming would almost have thought that the spirit left by that senior had dissipated.

"Did he say anything before he died?" After a long time, a weak voice finally came from the jade slip, carrying an indescribable pain and heaviness.

But the little old man who was originally talking about being elated, suddenly froze, staring blankly at the jade slip, as if someone had stabbed him to death.