To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Chapter 325 There is no way forward (one more update)

Almost a stick of incense later.

A simple courtyard appeared in front of the two people as the light of the relics surged.

The door of the courtyard has been decayed by time. Looking from the outside, you can directly see the inside of the courtyard.

There are only simple stone tables and benches on display, without the luxury of Ashen Parasol Sect and the helmsman of the Tianqi Dynasty.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the residence of the once glorious Zen Master Jishi of Kuruo Temple.

But Kong Jiao's memory was absolutely correct. He could see clearly in the illusion of Ji Yuan that this was indeed the place where Zen Master Ji Shi sat in meditation.

He took two quick steps and walked in front of Cong Yun, entering the courtyard first.

It had been half a day since they entered the Kuruo Temple.

It seemed that apart from the black mist, there was no other particularly fatal danger, which confirmed Kong Jiao's speculation that the culprit might have escaped here through the identity of the old prince.

That's why he is so bold.

Bang! The wooden door in the house was lightly touched by Kong Jiao's palm, and it turned into sawdust and scattered on the floor.

Kong Jiao and Cong Yun were not polite and walked into the house one after another.

There was no bed in the house, only a stone seat, which was dented by people sitting cross-legged for many years.

I think it was left behind because Zen Master Jishi often meditated on that stone seat.

The four walls of the house are lined with bookshelves, which contain Buddhist Gate scriptures carved on bamboo slips.

Most of it was rotten.

Kong Jiao tentatively picked up one of the volumes before walking to one of the bookshelves.

As soon as his palm touched the bamboo slip, it turned into powder in Kong Jiao's hand.

Seeing this scene, Cong Yun was heartbroken and quickly stopped him: "Donor Kong, please don't touch it again. These are precious Buddhist Gate books. The young monks are all going to take them back to Yunmo."

These bamboo slips were worthless to Kong Jiao, but they were regarded as treasures to Congyun.

"Got it!" Kong Jiao relaxed his shoulders indifferently and glanced around the bookshelves with his empty vision. After confirming that there was nothing he was looking for, he moved his eyes to the sunken bookcase where Zen Master Jishi sat. Stone seat.

In the illusion of Jiwan, Zen Master Jishi sat there and responded to his question.

"Maybe I can find something." Kong Jiao rolled his eyes and started walking towards the stone seat.

As for Cong Yun, he used magic spells one after another to consolidate the bamboo slips that were on the verge of collapse and carefully put them into storage bags.

Kong Jiao glanced at the monk and didn't pay too much attention. Instead, he leaned over the stone seat and lightly touched the stone seat itself with his fingers.

The surface of the stone base is rough, giving Kong Jiao the impression of an ordinary stone.

Without waiting for him to take his arm back.

"Om Mani Padme Moo"

Bursts of Sanskrit sounds suddenly echoed in Kong Jiao's ears.

That kind of Sanskrit sound was different from the malicious Buddhist sound that Kong Jiao heard on the stone steps outside the main hall of Kuruo Temple.

As soon as the sound resounded, Kong Jiao's mind cleared up, and his consciousness was like a clear spring blowing by, giving him a sense of clarity.

Even Kong Jiao's five senses were much sharper at this moment.

"It can consolidate the consciousness and soul, a good thing!" Kong Jiao's eyes immediately brightened.

If he had had this stone platform to help him before being dragged into the illusion, he wouldn't have been able to get there at all.

"Even an ordinary stone will turn into a spiritual object after Zen Master Jishi was planted as a holy monk and sat in meditation for hundreds of years and was influenced by the sound of Buddha every day."

Just when Kong Jiao was about to pocket the first treasure he got from Kuruo Temple.

Cong Yun didn't know when he had walked to the stone platform. A pair of bright eyes looked at Kong Jiao, causing him to subconsciously stop his movement of raising the stone platform.

"What are you doing!" Kong Jiao glanced at the fair-weather monk angrily.

"This stone already has Buddha nature. I wonder if Donor Kong can part with me." Congyun said the Buddha's name and asked Kong Jiao with a sincere expression.

Kong Jiao narrowed his eyes, he was obviously unwilling.

However, when he thought about the chance target of his trip, Black Tortoise, after a slight hesitation, he nodded and motioned to take it from Yun.

However, he was not the one to suffer, so he added: "You, the monk, can't steal the next spiritual object from me."

"Donor Kong, don't worry, as long as it's not from the Buddhist Gate, I don't want it." Cong Yun fell into the trap and replied to Kong Jiao seriously, then quickly took the stone seat away.

Originally it was just a simple distribution of spiritual objects.

Neither Kong Jiao nor Cong Yun paid much attention.

When Cong Yun put away the stone seat, the two of them were about to get up and leave this position.

The light from the relic Cong Yun held in his hand suddenly shone on the floor under the stone seat.

The words appeared faintly on the originally ordinary floor.

But after Cong Yun stood up, the handwriting quickly disappeared as the brilliance of the relic faded away.

That clue is fleeting and ordinary people may not notice it.

Unexpectedly, Kong Jiao kept his virtual vision open and immediately caught the anomaly. He blurted out one word to stop Cong Yun from leaving: "Slow!"

Cong Yun suddenly froze and gave Kong Jiao a questioning look.

The latter did not respond, squatted down again, waved to Cong Yun, and motioned for him to lean down as well.

Congyun was very cooperative.

As he lowered his body, the light of the relic in his hand hit the floor again.

The light reflected the clouds, and five iron-painted silver hooks, each with vigorous handwriting, appeared in their sight.

‘There is no way forward’

These five simple words are affected by the emotions of the writer. Even after a long time, Kong Jiao can still taste the confusion and sadness of the writer from the lines.

"The relics can get rid of illusions, and we can indeed see many hidden clues." Kong Jiao couldn't help but sigh.

"There is no way forward, what do you mean by these five words?" Cong Yun recited the five words silently and cast a questioning look at Kong Jiao.

I understand the literal meaning, but when it appears here, I don’t understand the position where Zen Master Jishi sits in meditation.

Apart from Zen Master Jishi, he couldn't think of anyone else who could leave a mark here.

"Look at the emotion in this word. I'm afraid Zen Master Jishi has encountered some unsolvable confusion." Kong Jiao had thoughts in his eyes and expressed his speculation: "Such an accomplished monk will also have confusion. when?"

Congyun smiled meaningfully and said this: "The more enlightened a monk you are, the more confusion you have that ordinary people can't understand."

Kong Jiao glanced at Cong Yun's baby face in surprise. After a moment of silence, he nodded in agreement: "Yes!"

"But this handwriting was obviously hidden on purpose. If it weren't for the relic, we probably wouldn't have discovered it."

"Why did the instigator behind it hide these writings?"

"Could it be related to the truth about Kuruo Temple?"

Kong Jiao was quick-thinking, and this was an unintentional remark, but it reminded Cong Yun.

His expression immediately became solemn, and he looked at the five handwritings and fell into deep thought.

"You said..." Cong Yun actually didn't call Kong Jiao the donor, and directly used the word "you" instead.

"Did Zen Master Jishi notice anything before the incident happened?"

"These five words were written by him before the incident."

"It's quite possible!" Kong Jiao looked deeply at the monk and said, "Zen Master Jishi is said to have peered into the highest realm. His soul is probably connected with heaven and earth. He should be able to understand things around him. Light fire."

"Since he was aware of it, why didn't he ask for help from the royal family? Didn't he ask for help from Little Thunderclap Monastery?" Cong Yun felt confused about this.

"The emperor of the Tianqi royal family at that time and Zen Master Jishi were good friends, and they could not stand aside."

"Perhaps he thought there was little hope of seeking help."

"After all, he has written that there is no way out. It must be an unsolvable situation."

Kong Jiao pointed to the writing on the ground and speculated: "I don't think I have to drag other people down, so I just have to carry it alone."

The death of the old prince proved Kong Jiao's conclusion in disguise.

It was obvious that the old prince was just an outsider, and he died here just because he came to the Kuruo Temple.

Faced with Kong Jiao's speculation, Cong Yun was also speechless.

However, clues emerged one after another, making Kong Jiao feel deeply pressured.

The old prince, Zen Master Jishi, and the two masters all confessed to the incident.

The cause and effect involved in the truth about Kuruo Temple may be beyond their ability to bear.

"Monk, let's end this trip." After a long silence, Kong Jiao looked up at Cong Yun and persuaded with a serious expression: "Don't involve Little Thunderclap Monastery."

If Kuruo Temple can be wiped out silently by the culprit, then Little Thunderclap Monastery may not be able to withstand the cause and effect.

Kong Jiao's words come from the heart.

Likewise, he didn't want to get involved.

Kong Jiao had already prepared a lot of rhetoric to persuade Cong Yun.

Who would have thought that after Cong Yun heard what he said, he agreed without even thinking about it, and replied happily: "What you said makes sense!"

This made Kong Jiao stunned and he looked at Cong Yun a few more times.

The latter blinked at Kong Jiao and showed an innocent expression: "Donor Kong, look at what I am doing!"

"It's nothing, I just think you just listen to advice. My Senior Brother Shangguan is half as smooth as you, and he won't give me headaches everywhere." Kong Jiao sighed with emotion.

Now that Cong Yun has answered, I listened to Kong Jiao's suggestion.

Then there is no need for the two of them to investigate further.

But now that he has come to Kuruo Temple, Kong Jiao must take the opportunity of this trip before leaving.

With the protection of Master Puhui's relics, Kong Jiao can also save a lot of trouble.

He immediately told Congyun what he thought, and the young monk agreed very happily: "I know that Donor Kong must have a reason for coming to Kuruo Temple. Just tell me where you want to go, and the monk will accompany you." "

"Go to the alchemy room!" A smile flashed across Kong Jiao's face.

The opportunity to visit Kuruo Temple came about because of the Black Tortoise furnace, so this opportunity must go to the alchemy room.

Fortunately, Cong Yun was quite familiar with Kuruo Temple, and Kong Jiao also roughly knew the location of the alchemy room because of the illusion of Ji Yuan.

After Congyun took away all the Buddhist classics on the bookshelf, the two of them hurriedly left the courtyard of Zen Master Jishi.

The moment the two of them left the courtyard of Zen Master Jishi.

call! A breeze suddenly flowed into the room from outside the door, blowing past the five handwritings illuminated by the relics under the stone seat.

The five words carved on the floor were covered up again.

It's like it never appeared.

Kong Jiao and Cong Yun didn't know this anymore. They had already gone to the alchemy room of Kuruo Temple based on their respective memories.

I was dragged out by some hair boys and spent the entire day eating and drinking.

I was thinking about coding all the time while I was eating, and I was restless.

Originally, they were going to sing, but I didn't have the energy to go there, so I rushed back to code.

There is one more update. Although it is late, I finally caught up with it.

(End of chapter)