The Monk

Chapter 217 Foggy Valley

Zhang Tianfang was very considerate to him, but he still couldn't form the elixir until everyone set off. He angrily cursed Zhang Fang for giving him fake medicine. Fu Kong advised him: "Take refuge in my Buddha, and I will ensure that you become the best Buddhist in the world."

This time I went to Wugu with Zuo Shi. Apart from the sixty blood killers, there were four others: Zhang Ai, Fang Jian, Song Yunyi and Cheng Xier. Fu Kong's mission was to protect Zhang Tianfang, and he was not interested in the Refining Temple, so he didn't go.

However, one day after Zhang Awei and others set out, something funny happened. Zhang Tianfang was very dissatisfied with being abandoned, and all his anger was directed at Zhang Awei, and he kept cursing him and the world. He was very focused on cursing, reaching the state of unity of body and mind, so he strangely formed elixirs while cursing.

Fu Kong, who witnessed the whole process, was already dumbfounded. There are all kinds of wonders in the world, but no matter how strange it is, he has never seen such an advanced one, so he had to recite Amitabha for peace of mind. Zhang Tianfang was very happy, threw out the flying instrument and said: "Stop chanting the curse, come with me to chase them."

Foggy Valley is located in the north of the Warring States Period and is surrounded by rolling mountains. The white mist lingers all day long and cannot be dispersed no matter the wind or the sun. The densest part of the white mist is as thick as cotton. At this time, the mountains around the foggy valley were full of alchemy monks from various sects in various countries. There were at least tens of thousands of people, most of whom were sitting cross-legged in meditation, waiting for the fog to clear.

This situation can barely be considered peaceful. There are few people talking and making noise. Occasionally, some people fly in the sky, and they also fly to their destination and land quickly. In this environment, there was a pilot flying around, flying east and west, attracting the attention of many people. There was a thick man on the flying boat, shouting at the top of his voice: "It's not here, it's not here, go over there and take a look, fly over there."

Not only did this man have a loud voice, he also had big eyes. He looked around but couldn't find anything. There was also a bald little monk on Fei'a, who said with a helpless expression: "I told you I wasn't here, but you didn't believe me."

These two people were Zhang Tianfang and Bu Kong. After working as headless flies near Wugu for two days, they finally came to wait for Zuo Shi and his party. With Zuo Shi and Fu Kong's cultivation, they easily found each other and quickly reunited.

As soon as they met, the two asked questions at the same time. Zhang Ai asked: "Why are you here?" Zhang Tianfang asked: "Why are you here?"

Zuo Shi noticed that Zhang Tianfang was different and said with a smile: "I have advanced." Fang Jian said: "The evil sect has practiced for decades without forming elixirs, and now we are going to form elixirs as soon as we leave?" After hearing Fu Kong's explanation of the elixir-forming process, Zhang was afraid. Angry: "Give me back the elixir! It's better to feed you the pigs!" Zhang Tianfang blinked his eyes, looked at Fu Kong and said, "You don't have to be so honest, learn all my curse words." Zuo Shi laughed even more. More than: "It's unheard of that you can get elixirs by cursing someone."

Everyone found a deserted place to stay and waited for another ten days. The mountain wind suddenly picked up and made a sound in the forest. The left servant gathered the people and said, "The fog will lift soon." He led everyone to the edge of the sea of ​​fog.

The sea of ​​fog is vast and white. Standing on the edge and looking in, it is white above, below, left and right. At this time, tens of thousands of immortal cultivators were standing around the sea of ​​fog. Most of them had lust in their eyes and expressions of excitement, just waiting for the clouds and mist to dissipate to go in and hunt for treasures.

Half an hour later, there was a commotion in the distance: "Here, the passage is here, come quickly." The left waiter waved his long sleeves: "Let's go." He walked in the direction of the sound. Behind him were sixty members of the Blood Killing Team. The team was neat and full of momentum. Zhang was afraid that the six of them would lazily walk at the end. In the chaos, this team was particularly powerful. There were always people behind them quickly passing them, but no one dared to rush into the team.

After a quarter of an hour, the team stopped. The front was bustling with people, lining up from front to back like a giant ball of ants crowding the entrance of a cave. Zhang was afraid that he was wondering, what are you doing here? Looking left and right, there is white mist on one side and a crowd on the other. There are people in front and behind you. For a cultivator, it is simply unimaginable to see a bunch of strangers crowded together without any grudges. It is definitely a spectacle among spectacles.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, the blood-killing team suddenly turned left and walked into the sea of ​​fog after walking a hundred meters. Only then did Zhang Ping realize that a straight passage appeared in the vast whiteness, connecting the inside and outside. It was through this passage that everyone walked into the foggy valley.

The passage is not narrow, and ten people can walk side by side, but tens of thousands of people are crowded into the same road, and it is difficult to avoid crowding. The top of the passage is still shrouded in white mist. If you look at it from the sky, you can't find the location of the passage at all. No wonder tens of thousands of alchemy monks are willing to crowd on the ground. He touched the white mist on one side of the passage. It was hard to the touch, and the white mist turned into a wall. He thought to himself: "Don't worry about getting lost."

The passage is about ten miles long, with many turns left and right. Countless monks swished forward and sprinted forward, killing each other in the same way, and quickly walked out of the passage. Outside the passage is a huge platform. There are two intersections in front of the platform. One road leads to a nine-story pagoda, and the other leads to a valley.

When the monks came to the platform, they divided into two roads. Most of the people on the road leading to the valley were Yuanying masters, and those who entered the pagoda were all monks in the alchemy stage. The left servant took everyone to the direction of the pagoda, and stopped in front of the intersection to speak: "This is the Temple of Refining. It is said that one can become a god after climbing nine levels, but it's a pity that he has never seen it. Over there is the Valley of Refining Gods, and there are too many miscellaneous things in it. I don’t recommend you go in; you only have ten days, and the passage will be closed after ten days. If you don’t want to stay here and wait for death, you’d better keep the time in mind; okay, go ahead.”

After saying that, he meditated on the spot and said again: "I'll wait for you here. Remember, there are only ten days."

While Zuo Shi was talking, tens of thousands of immortal cultivators all came to the platform and moved forward according to their goals. Except for a few people, most of them disappeared at the intersection of the two roads. After he finished speaking, the sixty blood killers also walked towards the pagoda.

Zhang Ai looked back and said, "Shall we leave too?" Zhang Tianfang said, "Nonsense, why did you come to Wugu?" Song Yunyi and Cheng Xier nodded heavily in agreement. Zhang Ain smiled and said: "Then let's go, everyone, be careful."

The left servant suddenly said: "I forgot to tell you that there is only one entrance, but there are countless pagodas. You must enter the Refining Temple alone; as long as you are careful, your life is generally not in danger."

Zhang Wen was stunned when he heard this. He originally thought that they could take care of each other by walking together. But looking at Song Yunyi and Cheng Xier, they had basically no fighting experience. If something happened...

Song Yunyi and Cheng Xier looked at each other with determination in their eyes, nodded to each other, and strode towards the pagoda. After a while, two pretty figures disappeared from the entrance of the pagoda.

Zhang Ping said: "Let's go too." He rushed into the pagoda, followed by Fang Jian and Zhang Tianfang. The young monk Fukong hesitated slightly and followed them in. Zuo Shi watched Fu Kong enter the pagoda and wondered: "Buddhists are comparable to Nascent Soul monks, how can they enter the Refining Temple that only Danjie monks can enter?"

There was no answer to his question, and Zhang Ai and others had already stepped into the first floor of the Refining Temple.

There is nothing. Except for the blue brick walls, the ground and an exit passage behind him, there is nothing on the first floor of the Refining Temple.