The Monk

Chapter 74 Two Cars of Monsters

The two broke up after drinking, and Zhang was worried about what to do. With his current level of cultivation, how could he challenge a top-level master by jumping two levels? Unless you are seeking death.

When the banquet was about to end, Tiecheng revealed the news that there would be a martial arts competition in the next few days and he wanted to invite Zhang Aoi to participate, but Zhang Aoi firmly refused without hesitation.

The State of Lu is the largest and most powerful country among the northern countries. The main reason is that the eight major cultivating families are relatively united compared to the cultivating sects in other countries. In addition, in order to discover outstanding disciples in the country and strengthen the family's power, a martial arts competition is held every year. Disciples of all levels below the initial level of Dan Formation will compete in a stage-by-level competition. The first place will be awarded an advanced elixir of the same level. If you are not a child of the eight major families, you must first choose a family to become a disciple and then be given elixirs. Any first-level disciple who has experienced a fierce battle and achieved first place must have extraordinary talent. If this No. 1 disciple was from a non-aristocratic family, how could the eight major families let him go? They would definitely try to bring him into their own power, so the leading monks from each family were all important figures in the family.

Zhang was afraid that he was unwilling to participate in the competition. Not to mention that the intermediate cultivation level of the Dan Formation Stage did not meet the requirements of the competition. Even if he met the requirements, he would not dare to show off. He did not have the confidence not to show his flaws in front of these people. Not to mention the sudden appearance of four thousand-year-old spiritual grass in the auction house of the Song Dynasty caused a stir; the Mangu Jin family's plan to kill Zhang Ping, a young man who carried three monsters, was also one of the recent news for immortal cultivators. I heard that there are already Nascent Soul masters who are planning to use the spiritual grass in Long Danzi's hands, not to mention that he is just a mid-level Dan-forming monk.

He looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh. Life was really frustrating. Apart from running away, he always kept his name anonymous. Even when he met Tie Cheng, he had to give a false name. Just as I was feeling depressed, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, which made me tremble all over. I became more depressed again. When will I no longer be afraid of thunder? Subconsciously tightening his clothes, he walked quickly back to the inn.

The lobby on the first floor of the inn is the dining hall, and the food prices are cheaper than those in restaurants outside. There are many businessmen and coolies gathered here, drinking and chatting, making noises, or fist-fighting, which makes it very lively. Zhang was afraid that he would like this feeling, so he simply found a table in a remote corner to sit down and have another meal, ordered a pot of wine and two dishes to go with the wine, and watched the excitement that belonged to others.

As winter thunder rang outside and cold rain poured down, there were more and more guests in the lobby. Some people came into the store to take shelter from the rain, some asked the shopkeeper to open a room, and it was filled with people in an instant. Of course the shopkeeper was happy and greeted me warmly.

Zhang was afraid that his hearing was so good that he would catch everything the people at the table said. There were some who made a few offers, some who talked about love affairs between men and women, and there was also a petty guy who said that he must go and have a good time after receiving his monthly salary, which was laughed at by his tablemates. Zhang Ain was guessing the riddle, what is a few? What is Shuangshuang? After listening for a while longer, I blushed a little when I understood the meaning. Why do these people talk about everything? Gambling was okay, but the people at the table were talking about tenderness, bigness, whiteness, deepness, black and other descriptive language, which made him a little disgusted.

The raindrops outside the house are still falling, neither heavy nor steady.

With the weather like this, of course there were very few people on the street. At this moment, a team came slowly and slowly, with more than a dozen men wearing ponchos protecting the two carriages in the middle. The carriage is small and covered with tarpaulin. When they saw a roadside inn, a few people in front of them discussed it and brought the carriage to the inn. A tall and burly middle-aged man walked in.

As soon as the middle-aged man entered the inn, Zhang Ping discovered that he was a monk, a mid-level monk in the foundation-building stage. I used my spiritual consciousness to cover and investigate, and found that these dozen or so people were all monks, and they all had basic or intermediate level cultivation in the foundation building stage. Zhang was wondering, the foundation-building monks could fly with vehicles, so why did they have to walk in the rain? What's in the carriage? A dozen foundation-building monks are needed to escort him.

Although he was curious in his heart, he really didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he asked the waiter to check the account and got up to go back to the room. Unexpectedly, when passing by the tent, there was an inexplicable movement from the carriage outside the door, and it disappeared in a flash.

Zhang Ai was stunned. The agility was very familiar. This was the feeling when more than a hundred snakes were attached to his body. Could it be that there were monsters on the carriage? He turned around and glanced at the black oilcloth-covered carriage, thinking about going upstairs to his room.

He lived in a side room on the second floor. Outside the window was the backyard of the inn, with a stable and a woodshed next to it, and an open space in the middle. Zhang Aifeng pushed out the window and looked out, and saw the waiter leading the monks to drive the carriage into the courtyard. He looked outside, and there were two monks beside the car who looked up at him. They looked around, found nothing unusual, and turned around to check their surroundings. The waiter put the carriages together, unloaded the carriages, and took the horses to the stables to rest and feed grass. The two empty carriages were parked in the rain. One of the monks made a gesture, and four people walked out of the crowd and stood guard at the four corners of the two carriages, while the others entered the inn.

What's inside the carriage? Zhang was afraid that his curiosity would arise again, and when he looked into the past, he found out that it was a restriction that obscured his spiritual aura. After learning the Four Elephants Formation and the Xuanwu Formation, this kind of restriction was useless to him. After a little discernment, Yuanshen entered the carriage.

Under the tarpaulin is actually not a carriage, but a large stainless steel cage. The large cage is separated by fine steel bars into smaller cages. Fine steel fences separated small spaces, and each small space contained monsters.

Adult monsters have a unique way of condensing their aura. Without close contact, it is impossible to determine whether they are monsters, let alone their grade. But Zhang was afraid that he could do it. He studied hard with Snake and Dog in Nitian Cave, and he had a general understanding. At that moment, his spiritual consciousness gently sent out, soothing the body of the monster. He was exposed to too many emotions in an instant, some were afraid, some were regretful, Some are restless, some have weak breath, and some are furious. The angry demonic beast let out a cry and bit into the fine steel fence. The demonic beast's aura burst out from its body. As soon as it touched the fine steel fence, a white light flashed across the fence and hit it. The furious demonic beast immediately fell to the sky. On the contrary, the breath becomes weak and the spiritual energy disappears.

Zhang Ai understood what was going on with the agitation he felt at the door of the inn, and secretly sighed in his heart: "What's wrong with the monsters? Alas." After understanding the situation, Zhang Ai felt even more strange. Most of these monsters were first- and second-level monsters. There are even many cubs of low-level monsters. These monsters have no demon elixir and their fur is not valuable. What is the use of catching them? There was only an adult red wolf lying at the highest point in the cage. His breathing was sometimes heavy and sometimes slow, and he looked sickly. A third-grade monster? His spiritual consciousness penetrated the red wolf's body, and it was strange that there were six heartbeats? Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pregnant female red wolf. The big white snake in the beast refining cauldron in Tianlei Mountain's Ten Thousand Beast Cave flashed in his mind. It seemed like another unlucky guy.

Knowing that there was a monster in the carriage, Zhang was afraid to go back to bed and lie down. The relationship between monsters and humans has always been simple. It can be summed up in two words: hostility. The two will never stop fighting each other. If people can still use contracts to control monsters, but monsters will only kill people when they see them.

It was an uneventful night. The four monks guarding the carriage didn't sleep. Zhang Wen, who was lying on the bed in the inn, also didn't sleep. He couldn't sleep. Although the number of monster beasts in the two carts is large, their grade is low. According to the human concept of evaluating items, they are not worth much, so why bother to catch them and transport them? The two monster beasts did not recognize their owners, but who would sign a heart-to-heart agreement with a monster beast below the third level? Only third-level monsters can reach the top level of the foundation-building stage if they reach the top of the genius level.

I couldn't think of it, so I just didn't want to, but the vague figure of the pregnant red wolf always lingered in my mind. Zhang was afraid that the reason why he was what he was today was because of the pregnant Fushen Snake. Its hundreds of little ones are extremely cute, but the Red Wolf's children are just as cute.

After dawn, the rain stopped. I went to the counter to check out early in the morning, and then headed north alone. The Hu family is located due north of Lu State.

Zhang Ai sympathized with the captured monsters, especially the red wolf, but so what if he couldn't bear it anymore? It is just as unreasonable as we always want to kill cows and eat meat, but we do it righteously. In the eyes of human beings, the only standard of balance for everything in the world is value. As long as there is a trace of value, no matter how cruel or unreasonable, even if more so-called worthless things have to be sacrificed, regardless of beauty or life, they can all be discarded and exchanged, just for that. A shred of value.

In the eyes of the monks, two cars of low-level monsters are worth tens of thousands of spirit stones at most, or even less. But life is life after all, and Zhang was afraid that he could not save them, so he could only deceive himself and stay away for peace of mind. Deliberately not thinking about monsters, instead thinking about how to kill Hu Zheng, or find a place to meditate? Reach the top level and then kill people?