Immortal, I have mediocre qualifications

starry night.

There was a breeze and no clouds, and the stars were shining brightly, casting down large rays of silver light, illuminating the world as brightly as day.

There was a bonfire burning on the ground, and two long shadows stretched out.

Chen Sheng's flawless face was filled with orange light, his eyes were focused, and he was studying the star box in his hand.

An invisible spiritual power covered the star box, like running water, constantly washing away the restrictions on it, as if a big chain had been unlocked, and the remaining scattered obstacles were no longer a concern.

"It took a long time before I could open this star box. If it hadn't been eroded by the years, it would have been even harder."

Chen Sheng thought that he got this star box not long after he became the elder of Yaolu, and was asked by Liu Qingping to detoxify his Taoist companion. Later, when he entered the secret realm of Xilonghe, he realized that it contained a secret.

Over the years, he has accelerated the speed of cracking, and finally will succeed tonight.

When the end came, he suddenly had distracting thoughts in his mind. In fact, he was entangled in deciphering the secret of the star box and whether it involved any secret of the cycle of life and death.

What if not?

All his past thoughts have become vain, and his state of mind will be turbulent.

"Immortality? What an annoying thought."

Chen Sheng put down the star box and stood up. His whole body was covered with starlight. He held an iron sword in his hand. He looked up at the stars in the sky and slashed them with his sword.

The magnificent sword light bloomed in the night, passing through patches of void, but it could not reach the other side and slowly dissipated under the influence of time.

He didn't care at all. One sword dissipated and the other rose again. There seemed to be clear frost filling the sky in the courtyard, which was extremely bright.

"It's inherently difficult."

Luzhu said nonchalantly, looked at Chen Sheng's figure dancing with swords, and said: "If I had the power to reach the sky, I would definitely cut off this period of time and seal it up."

Suddenly, she felt that the all-powerful magic power was extremely useful, and it was more beneficial than fighting with magic.

She couldn't think too much. She shook her head. It was too grand and far-fetched and unrealistic. It was better to seize the moment.

"After practicing the Star-cutting Sword Technique to this point, it is no longer just a sword technique, it is also a way to soothe the soul."

As soon as Chen Sheng's sword light fell, the distracting thoughts in his heart became less and less. Although it would come and go, the sword light could fill the sky and be bright and everlasting.

What exactly is in the star box?

This is what he has been thinking about.

The above prohibition has taken a Foundation Establishment monk to solve for nearly two hundred years, and it seems that some of it is due to age.

The monk who imposed the ban must have advanced cultivation. Maybe he was a real Jindan?

When Liu Qingping presented the star box as a gift, he had said that this object was extraordinary. When he saw Youhe in the secret realm of Xilonghe River, there had been movement on this object.

Combining various clues, the things hidden in the star box are definitely not simple.

"Qiang..."

He kept thinking in his mind, the sword light was flying, and he cut off the meaningless thoughts, so that his heart was clear and he would not be confused.

After a long pause, Chen Sheng's mood calmed down again.

He sat by the campfire, took out the star box again, and used his spiritual thoughts to break the last few restrictions.

Luzhu left here without disturbing him.

"Click..."

Chen Shengwu cracked the restriction on his own, and half an hour later, the box that had been sealed for nearly two hundred years was finally opened in front of his eyes.

Then, there was a thump in his heart, and he was a little stunned, and said: "Is there another level?"

The big box contains a small coffin, and there are also long letters. Through the words, you can feel a strong resentment, coming across the pavement of time and space.

"Hahaha, there is indeed a huge opportunity hidden in the star box, but it is simply beyond the control of mortals like us."

"The means are all-powerful, so what, I will just die of old age and pass away sadly holding it in my arms."

"This damn thing, I'm going to seal it and bury it in the ground, never to see the light of day again."

"I dug it out again. I didn't believe there was anything we could do."

"Phoenix Coffin is indeed a game between immortals. I am not qualified to enter at all."

"Hate hate hate."

The unknown powerful monk in the letter is probably a little crazy.

The reason why this happened was that I encountered a huge opportunity, but I couldn't grasp it, and my mood was completely broken.

"For a powerful monk to be so resentful? What exactly is this phoenix coffin? What kind of game is this among immortals?"

As soon as the star box was opened, Chen Sheng's doubts became more and more. There was a coffin sealed inside, or the phoenix coffin was the real treasure, and the star box outside was put up by a powerful monk who got angry out of shame.

This coffin definitely contains a big secret, and it has to involve life, so that he can die with regrets.

"A game among immortals? Only immortals are eligible to enter?"

Chen Sheng was extremely concerned about the standards for immortal evaluation.

The magical power that reaches heaven and earth?

Invincible magical powers?

An eternal existence that lives forever and lives as long as heaven?

If it's the latter, then is he considered an immortal?

After all, from a different perspective, he can be regarded as a living immortal.

Eternal and everlasting, immortal and immortal.

"These lines..."

There were too few clues, so Chen Sheng could only focus on the Phoenix coffin and scan it inch by inch.

It is deep and dark, made of stone, with lines traced on the black background, outlining the image of a phoenix.

This phoenix wants to escape from the dark river water, its whole body is burning with flames, its nirvana is immortal, and its aura is extremely strong.

"tear……"

Chen Sheng's finger passed over the phoenix pattern and came into contact with a sharp edge. A thin gash was opened, and a trace of blood flowed out.

then.

This phoenix seemed to be alive, with its wings and body showing a faint red gold color, as if it was the finishing touch.

It looked at Chen Sheng and seemed to be moving. It closed its wings on the edge of the coffin and shrank a little.

"It can be opened."

The sudden change made Chen Sheng realize something. He saw a slight gap in the lid of the Phoenix Coffin. He tried to open it, but it was actually opened.

The inside of the coffin was pitch black, with no light at all, like a netherworld.

Chen Sheng glanced at it, and for a moment, something appeared in his mind.

He saw strong men who were about to die of old age, but sealed themselves in phoenix coffins and banished them into the Youhe River.

As hundreds of thousands or millions of years passed, almost all the people in the coffins turned into smoke and dust, but a few people walked out of the coffins and were extradited to the fairy world.

"Is this the power of the Phoenix Coffin? No wonder it can make a powerful monk die with regrets."

Chen Sheng was silent for a moment. He didn't know if what he saw was real, but it was undeniable that the Phoenix Coffin was mysterious.

It involves the secret of the reincarnation of life and death. Perhaps at the final moment, he can use the Phoenix Coffin to make a gamble.

"This reward is a bit big."

Chen Sheng thought of Liu Qingping. The phoenix coffin was given to him by the other party. It was a great gift, but there was nothing he could do to compensate for it.

Suppressing this thought for the time being, he murmured: "I need more information about the Phoenix Coffin."

He didn't know where he was going, and even if there was a glimmer of hope, it was extremely slim. He had to control more information before he could change anything.

……

The outer door is the Sutra Pavilion.

This place has not changed, there are rows of bookshelves inside, and there are many jade slips of inheritance. The butler under the counter is very leisurely, doing things, and mostly drinking tea.

Liu Dahe didn't do nothing. In his spare time, he would take a careful look at the young people who came into the Sutra Pavilion.

This habit was developed based on a real incident.

The elder who is now at the peak of his power in Yaolu was once attracted by his previous deacons, who took a fancy to him and treated him with courtesy. In the end, it became a good story.

"They are all ignorant teenagers who don't know what to ask for. How can such people be my thousand-mile horse?"

He looked at the young man in the Sutra Pavilion and shook his head. Even if he wanted to be a bole, he had to have a thousand-mile horse.

He observed that the spiritual will of these young people was mostly mediocre, and it really didn't look like they could rise.

This was a delusion. He knew it was useless to think about it, so he sat back again.

At this time, a young man walked in. He was wearing white clothes, and his body was not stained with a trace of dust. He looked like he had just come down from the clouds. His eyes were warm and had a special charm, a little thick, and a little vicissitudes of life. The traces left by time.

"In a daze, I seemed to see Deacon Mo."

Chen Sheng had not been to the Sutra Pavilion for a long time, but when he stepped in, he felt a sense of familiarity in his heart, especially when he saw the deacon here. He had some of the aura of Deacon Mo and was very laid-back. He was slightly taken aback and looked at The man nodded.

"Do you know this young man?"

Liu Dahe was also stunned, mainly because of that nod. He had an indescribable feeling. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't calm down, as if something was grabbing his attention, and said: "No, I have to observe it carefully."

He had a hunch that this young man was not simple, and his horse might be here.

"Things involving immortality should be classified in the category of ancient miscellaneous books."

With Deacon Mo's acquiescence, Chen Sheng was able to browse the scriptures and inheritance of the Scripture Pavilion at will for a long time. He was no stranger to this and quickly found the place.

In the Sutra Pavilion, there are the most magic spells, exercises, etc., followed by those that assist in cultivation. Things that involve immortality are actually rare. It is the most partial sect among the sects.

Because, for monks in the Qi Refining Realm, it is too vague and false, and no simple technique is realistic.

"No, none..."

Chen Sheng held all the jade slips that might contain information about the "Phoenix Coffin" in his hand, and using his mental energy, he constantly scanned the contents.

Along the way, he grabbed a lot of inheritance jade slips, but he couldn't find the information he wanted.

In a quarter of an hour, he read through all the relevant contents in the Sutra Pavilion, but did not find what he wanted.

It's not that he is fast, but that such records are too rare. Some of them are compiled records and are the conjectures of Qi Refining Realm monks and should not be taken seriously.

I have no choice but to settle my contribution points and leave.

"and many more……"

When Liu Dahe saw him leaving, he felt anxious. He was still thinking about Chollima's deeds and wanted to have more contact and learn more about him.

"What's the matter?"

Chen Sheng looked back and asked.

"It doesn't feel right."

Somehow, Liu Dahe felt that there was a sense of majesty in this gaze, and his tone was weaker, and he said, "What are you looking for? Maybe I can help."

Feeling of oppression.

This young man's spirit was extremely powerful and he was of the type with extraordinary talents. His heart became hot and he started to have more thoughts.

Sponsor, support, and spread his name far and wide.

"Is there that kind of... extremely mysterious coffin, and ancient books recording it?"

Although Chen Sheng knew that the possibility was very low, he still had a glimmer of hope and stated his needs, but did not mention the Phoenix Coffin specifically for fear of being discerned.

"It seems to be recorded in Jiuxiayuanji and Demonic Garden Magic Book."

Liu Dahe didn't realize the secret. After hearing Chen Sheng's request, he thought about it and told the book containing the "coffin".

"I've seen it, it's of no use."

Chen Sheng shook his head, saying that he had seen all this.

"Then there's no way."

Liu Dahe waved his hand, and in order to prevent Chen Sheng from escaping, he said cryptically: "Have you ever heard of the story that happened between the deacon of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and the elder of Yaolu here?"

He put himself back in time, had a keen eye for recognizing talents, and quietly hinted that Chen Sheng would be better.

Chen Sheng probably couldn't understand the profound meaning, and sighed: "I am the elder of Yaolu."

In the blink of an eye, many years have passed, and even Deacon Mo has a fan, but he is gone, and only he still exists, which feels like the passage of time.

"It's okay. The Sutra Collection Pavilion in the inner gate may have what you need. After all, that's where the real inheritance lies."

In an instant, Liu Dahe experienced many thoughts in his mind, some were embarrassed, some were stunned, but most of them felt at a loss.

Although such a big man looked gentle in front of him, he was already the most powerful and noble person he had ever met.

"Thanks."

Chen Sheng left a word, turned around and walked away.

"This is a thousand-mile horse, but it was a thousand-mile horse more than two hundred years ago."

After a while, Liu Dahe slapped his thigh hard. He did have the potential to be a bole, but this thousand-mile horse was already famous all over the world.

……

One Yuan Peak.

The clouds are deep and the fog is lingering, and looking at it for no reason creates a majestic air, making people dare not make any noise.

A letter came in, and he should have intercepted it, but when the servant glanced at the name, he hurriedly took it and went inside.

"What's the matter!"

In the hall, the figure stood upright, exuding a kind of majesty. His eyes were indifferent, his appearance was divine, his voice was indifferent, but he had a domineering look.

At this time, there should be no letters coming, and there shouldn't be any letters coming, breaking the rules.

But he is not a hot-tempered person, and he knows that there must be a reason for this slave to dare to come.

"Letter from the guy at Yaolu."

The servant lowered his head and bent his body, not daring to look at the majestic sect master, and presented the letter with both hands.

"Ah."

Chen Ergou snorted, put down his dignity unconsciously, took the letter, and read it.

"I want to go to the Inner Gate Buddhist Scripture Pavilion. It's something that can be seen secretly."

Nothing big, just a small thing.

Chen Ergou took off the token from his waist, a jade tablet with the word "Chen" written on it, which represented himself. When he saw it, he felt like he was seeing the real person. He gave it to his slave and sent it to the Yaolu.

End of this chapter