The Monk

Chapter 760 Iceman

"It's no big deal, the fishman is dead." The big mouse said.

Zhang Wei was shocked. How could the fishman die not long after he had cultivated into human form? Was he killed by a master? Ask more: "How did you die?"

The big mouse sighed heavily: "I killed him." He seemed to be very reluctant. Zhang Ai looks a little depressed. You have already killed him, why are you so reluctant? He ignored the conversation and asked again: "How many adults are there in the valley?"

"How can there be any adults? Only those who have cultivated to the level of a big tiger dare to call themselves adults. Since the existence of the God Refining Valley, tens of thousands of years have passed, and only four adults have been cultivated. I have no chance." He rolled up his sleeves as he spoke. , used the back of one hand to knock the other arm, and continued: "My bones can't do it."

"Even if it fails, you are still a master." Zhang Wen said helplessly. The big mouse reminded him of one thing. Since he entered the Valley of the Gods, he should go to Yuanshan to pay homage to Huping.

He originally wanted to go, but he was held back by the Hai Ling incident. After leaving the palace, he was stopped by a mouse to talk, so he had no time to think about it. He thought for a while and said, "I want to go to Yuanshan."

The big mouse nodded: "You still have a conscience, but that fishman guy has no conscience and comes to trouble me. I don't care about that. I will try my best to seriously injure him and kill him. But there should be seven or eight more people like me in the valley." , one is in some iceberg and the other is in some fire valley. Those places are not pleasant, so I don't bother to care about them. The other two are life and death enemies. They have to fight several times every month. In addition to respecting the big tiger a little bit, I also don't care about them. They look down on people like me, who have no contact with each other, and the others are just talking nonsense and never show up. Oh, it's pitiful. There are only a few of them, and they are still pretending to be lonely. Don't you really want to ask them? , what are you doing every day?”

"Sir, are you recovering from your injuries?" Zhang Zhi didn't notice any injuries on his body at all.

The white mouse didn't hide anything from him, and casually opened up his blue gown. There was a fist-sized hole in his abdomen. He didn't know what the injury was, and it never healed.

Zhang was afraid of being frightened. He hadn't noticed any injuries on him while drinking a few days ago. This guy was too fierce. He held up a bottle of Life Pill and Spiritual Energy Pill and handed it over, saying, "Your Excellency didn't say a word. If I had known that Your Excellency was injured, I wouldn't have advised you to drink."

The white mouse took the pill bottle and said with a smile: "No wonder the tiger likes you, you are very good at talking. What do you mean by persuading me to drink? I am obviously dragging you to drink." He looked at the pill bottle and said, "This medicine is of little use to me. , because it’s your favor, I want it.” He said and put it away.

Zhang was afraid of remembering the wonderful elixirs of the longevity pill and the heavenly elixir. There were eighteen kinds of strange elixirs recorded in the prescription. Zhang was afraid that it took hundreds of years to refine them all after exhausting precious herbs. After thinking about it for a moment, he took out a jade bottle and poured out nine He handed a green elixir to the white mouse and said, "This is the Changchun elixir. It is said to have miraculous medicinal effects. It is a holy medicine for healing. It is many, many times better than the Life elixir."

The white mouse took it and looked at it, nodded and said: "This elixir is of some use to me. Thank you. I'll give you nine more pills. There are two holes." After saying this, he opened his blue gown and saw a bigger blood hole in the middle of his chest. It's red with blood, and its internal organs and bones can be seen.

Zhang Wei counted out the elixirs and sent them over, shook his head and said, "This is too life-threatening." With two big bloody holes in his body, the mouse acted as if nothing was wrong. This courage was really extraordinary.

The white mouse took the pill, sat up and said, "Go ahead, I'll take one and taste it."

Zhang Ai was very helpless in his heart. This elixir was so precious that he was reluctant to use it. He actually said to try it, but it was really not his, and he felt heartbroken. It is really rare to say that this prodigal son actually knows how to feel heartache. The prodigal Zhang was afraid of asking the question he had always wanted to ask: "Sir, do you know the origin of the Refining Temple?"

"What's the origin? It existed without me. If you ask me, who should I ask?" the white mouse replied. Zhang was afraid to ask more: "Do you know anything about the Temple of Refining, sir?" "No, I will go out if you know about it." The white mouse spoke in a calm tone, paused and then said: "I have entered twice, quite It's boring. Every sixty years, the power of the magic circle in the temple will be reduced a little. I went in to join in the fun. I went down two floors and came back when I knew I couldn't handle it. How can I be like that fool Hu Ping who didn't look back when he saw it right? Isn’t it?”

Zhang Awei explained for Hu Ping: "Brother Hu has a deadline approaching and has to fight."

"The end? Haha, who doesn't have the end? Speaking of which, I also want to go out, but not to break into the tower. Over the years, I have been thinking about how to not be hurt and how to enter your world and see what ordinary people are like. In life, I caught a few idiots a few years ago and told me that most people in the world work until the sun rises and rest at sunset. They are busy every day but do nothing, and just mess around. I think that kind of life is quite interesting. It’s better than the days when you open your eyes and worry about killing, and when you close your eyes you still worry about killing.”

The white tiger was sighing, and Zhang was even more sighing. The world was crazy. People outside the valley desperately wanted to come in, break through in the God of Refining Temple, and get treasures in the God of Refining Valley. However, the monsters in the valley wanted to get out, and the sea in the temple wanted to get out. The spirit also wants to go out and want to live a peaceful and lively life. He smiled and said, "My lord, I'd better recuperate first. I'll go to Yuanshan."

The white mouse said yes, and Zhang Ping said goodbye, turned around and walked into the Valley of Refining Gods. The valley is still the same, with a path pointing to a small hillside. Below the slope is a grassland. There are mountains and lakes on one side of the grassland, and forests on the other side. The fish-man killed by the white mouse was the fish monster in the lake. Unfortunately, after many years of practice, he could not escape death.

Zhang was afraid of walking toward the forest, and then climbed the mountain and then walked through the grassland. He passed through the living forest and entered the valley. The most numerous creatures in the valley are still grass beasts, which run dexterously on the grassland. They are food for carnivorous monsters, and of course there are many dangers lurking around them. However, as soon as Zhang Ai entered the grassland, a large part of the danger from the grass beasts was transferred to Zhang Ai. To monsters, human flesh is much more delicious than the meat of grass animals that they eat every day.

Zhang Wen didn't want to pay attention to these monsters. He turned the golden elixir soul of the big tiger in his mind and let out a low tiger roar. There was no monster within a thousand miles around him.

Zhang Ping went to Hu Ping's stone house first. There were stone tables and benches outside. No monsters occupied it. The house was dusty and slightly dilapidated. Zhang Wei simply cleaned up the house, sat on the stone bench outside for a while, then got up and went to Yuanshan.

Yuanshan is quite far away, but it only takes two days to get there because Zhang is afraid of cultivating at this time. Two days later, a huge round mountain appeared in front of us, with tall trees, low spiritual grass, and countless monsters lying or patrolling in between, embellishing it with a gloomy life.

Zhang Aif went directly up the mountain to the north and walked along the path towards the Ganoderma lucidum forest. In front of the Ganoderma lucidum forest is a long and far-reaching trail between two rows of tall trees. As soon as he stepped onto the path, his figure stopped. There is a powerful being in the Ganoderma lucidum forest ahead, with a cultivation level comparable to that of a white mouse. It should be some scary guy in the valley.

As he stood still, a pleasant and gentle voice came from the direction of the Ganoderma lucidum forest: "Why don't you come over?"

Zhang Awei chuckled: "Here we go." No matter what, he couldn't scare people to death. Even if he encountered the terrifying monster in the valley at this time, even if he couldn't defeat it, at least he would have the power to protect himself and would not be easily killed.

Moving forward slowly along the path, there was a tall figure standing at the end of the path, about two meters tall, covered in white ice armor. As he got closer and closer, Zhang Ai could clearly feel the cold air emanating from that person.

Zhang Ai cupped his hands and said, "Zhang Ai has met you, sir." The ice-armored man turned around and asked him, "What are you doing here?"

"Pay homage to your lord." Zhang Ain replied. "Oh? Are you an outsider coming to Yuanshan to pay homage to the Lord?" The ice-armored man turned his attention to the fourth skeleton, Hu Ping's skeleton, and asked: "Did you send the tiger in?"

"Exactly." Zhang Ying replied. He looked over and found that he couldn't see through this person. He didn't know what kind of monster he was. The outside of his body was covered with thick ice, condensed into armor, covering his hands, feet, and face.

The Iceman nodded and looked at the four skeletons lined up in a row. Their bones were like jade, sitting cross-legged and meditating, with huge inner elixirs in their heads. He asked casually: "Have you touched them?" Zhang Ain continued to admit: "Yes."

From the place where the two stood to the resting place of the four skeletons, the distance is more than 100 meters. The surrounding area is covered with Ganoderma lucidum, either red or white in color, with large or small fleshy crowns, exuding rich aura, making people want to get closer. There are four skeletons among the Ganoderma lucidum bushes. In the past, there were three skeletons arranged in a Chinese character shape. Later, tiger skeletons were added. Zhang Aoi arranged the four skeletons in a horizontal row facing the intersection.

Iceman glanced at Ganoderma lucidum and asked, "You don't like Ganoderma lucidum?" He didn't know Zhang Awei's origins. He couldn't understand why Zhang Awei could still come in when Wugu Valley was closed, and he couldn't understand why a secular cultivator could I will not be greedy, baby. Fortunately, Ganoderma lucidum has four hundred-refined jade bones and four inner elixirs in its brain. They are all treasures. The boy in front of him is actually not tempted to let them go easily. It aroused his strong curiosity, so he wanted to borrow Ganoderma lucidum to find out more.

Zhang Ain replied: "I like it." "Like it? Why don't you pick it? There are no owners here, and no one cares about who takes it and who doesn't take it." Iceman asked again. Zhang Ain continued to answer briefly: "No need."

"No need?" Iceman chuckled, sounding very comfortable, like a spring breeze. But people are icy. Standing next to him is even colder than standing naked on the ice on a cold day. Without waiting for Zhang Awei's reply, he asked again: "You didn't go out when Wugu Valley was closed?"

Iceman was so curious that Zhang was afraid of causing a conflict, so he still politely replied: "I'm out."

"Oh?" The patient turned back, looked from the four skeletons to Zhang Ain, looked up and down carefully, nodded and said, "You are pretty good at it. Is there anything you want to say?" Don't worry about anything else, what? Putting all the hatred and hostility between humans and beasts aside, just because Zhang Wen could freely enter and exit the Valley of Refining Gods, he deserved to die. Iceman didn't want him to live any longer.

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Weixing immediately understood that this guy was murderous and wanted to fight. No wonder, there is no peaceful person among the monsters in the valley. Killing is as easy as eating, so of course he will not let him go. I'm just a little bit aggrieved for myself. I'm here to pay homage to the big tiger. Is this going to involve a fight?