The Path to Becoming Immortal

At this moment, Tu Yan raised a claw and gently grabbed it out of thin air.

A space crack formed instantly, but what was inside was not the void space that Ning Ping was familiar with.

But the laws of space are extremely violent and the space is turbulent.

"Senior, my name is Ning Ping!"

Just as the other party was about to get in, Ning Ping shouted.

"Okay! I remember you! Goodbye, my friend!"

After Tu Yan finished speaking, he flicked his tail and dived directly into the turbulence of space. Just when the crack in space was about to close, he turned his head and nodded slightly to Ning Ping.

It can be seen that the opponent's strength has exceeded his imagination.

You must know that in the turbulent flow of that space, it is not only the body that has to contend with the tearing of the turbulent flow.

You also need to have a strong understanding of the laws of space to avoid falling into infinite turbulence in an instant.

Ning Ping stared blankly at the place where Tu Yan disappeared, feeling empty in his heart.

This feeling appeared for the first time.

"Huh, okay, it's finally gone. The pressure is so terrifying." At this time, Mr. Hu also exhaled a long breath.

At this time, Ning Ping's heart moved, and he knew why he felt this way.

In the past, when I met those monks with strong cultivation, they were often condescending.

What's more, you need to always be wary of whether the other party is going to harm you, and be cautious at all times.

But this Tu Yan was completely different. He didn't feel the slightest threat from the other party.

Even when he was about to be sucked out, the feeling of threat never existed.

At that time, it was just out of instinctive resistance. Even afterwards, I didn't want to leave.

And all this comes from an inexplicable sense of trust.

Somehow, I feel that the other party will not harm me.

And that's exactly what happened.

After picking up my mood, I felt that this encounter with Tu Yan was like a dream.

Just like this secret realm of ice flames, everything is full of magic.

This clear spring that never freezes, the ice-like lava flames, the strange Luo Shen...

It's time to leave.

Ningping returned along the original road, but of course everything outside remained the same.

Just because of his inexplicable disappearance, this place was shrouded in many formations.

And just when Ning Ping left.

The towering statue carved on the cliff, and its originally blurry eyes seemed to turn around and stare at the place where Ning Ping disappeared.

At the same time, a vague voice came from the statue.

"This guy is a bit interesting!"

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On top of the high-altitude spirit boat to the south.

"Mr. Hu! All that's left now is the Buddha Flame Root! Is there really no problem?"

"I've told you many times, it's okay!" Mr. Hu said impatiently.

There are quite a few surprises in the Ice Flame Secret Realm this time.

Not only the Chaos Underworld Art has entered the fourth level.

Tongtian Fist has thus entered the third level, and its power has greatly increased.

Also, after realizing the law of fire, the fire spirit in the soul has also improved greatly this time, and the original blue color has deepened again.

Of course, this time I saw with my own eyes a senior with bottomless strength like Tu Yan. As for what he said about meeting again in the future, I had no idea.

But in terms of knowledge, it has greatly increased.

Many days later, Ningping appeared in front of a temple.

The three characters Xuanling Temple are written on the plaque, which is exactly the goal of this trip.

But Ning Ping's face looked very strange at the moment.

If nothing else, this place is very lively with people coming and going, but they are all ordinary people who come to burn incense and worship Buddha.

In the entire temple, Ning Ping found that two people had cultivation skills, and the others were just ordinary monks.

One is the monk Wusheng whom I have seen before, and the other is dressed as an abbot.

This person is Abbot Beiji.

Stepping into the main hall of the temple, the sound of chanting scriptures became much louder.

An inconspicuous oil lamp hung in the sky in the middle, emitting a faint light.

Even in broad daylight, the light seemed insignificant.

And the lamp looked unremarkable.

Many people are also taking turns to come forward to worship the sacred clay sculpture of unknown location.

With his powerful soul, Ning Ping immediately felt the extraordinary power of that oil lamp.

While worshiping was taking place below, a vague aura was exuding, condensing into the oil lamp.

And the burning light of the oil lamp also exuded a sense of peace, which made Ning Ping feel at peace outside the hall.

Buddha flame root! Although he had never seen it before, Ning Ping knew immediately that this was exactly what he wanted.

Just when Ning Ping was considering whether to take it away secretly.

At this time, a figure came out, it was Monk Wu Sheng.

"Eh... I didn't expect it was you, the benefactor! I didn't come far to welcome you, so I hope you can forgive me!"

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect that the master would recognize me." Ning Ping felt a little embarrassed, as if he had been caught in the act.

"Of course, I was able to enter Yanlong City last time, thanks to the benefactor!"

"It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning...I came here today specifically to visit Abbot Beiji. Please give me an introduction!"

Ning Ping then thought about it. Fortunately, he didn't act rashly. There is no ordinary reason for someone who Mr. Hu knows well.

"You really know my master! Please wait a moment. My master rarely meets others."

But the monk Wu Sheng who took over was stunned for a moment, and then said.

"Hey! I didn't expect that my master actually wants to see you today. I'm here to invite you!"

Ning Ping had no choice but to glance at the high-hanging lantern with regret and followed the other party.

The two came to a room at the back of the palace with a closed door.

At this time, the door suddenly opened automatically, and an old monk sitting cross-legged was revealed inside.

But Ning Ping's consciousness moved slightly, and he could only feel that the other party had cultivation, but the specific strength was still very vague.

"Come in! Wu Sheng, you can go outside first." Before the old monk opened his mouth, a voice came out.

"Yes, Master!"

Monk Wu Sheng retreated, Ning Ping walked into the room with some anxiety, and the door automatically closed again.

"I've met the abbot! Do you dare to ask, senior, if he is the abbot Beiji?" Ning Ping calmly bowed his hands.

At this time, the old monk opened his eyes slightly, but his eyes were cloudy, like a dying man.

"Sit!" The old monk raised his hand and gestured slightly. All his words and actions seemed extremely natural.

Ning Ping sat down on the other party's futon as instructed.

"Donor, don't you know what you are doing?" When the old monk opened his mouth, he vaguely acknowledged his identity.

"This junior wants to ask for a wick from the abbot!" Ning Ping thought it was better to go straight to the point.

"Those who desire are greedy for the six worldly realms. Donor, your earthly fate is not over yet!"

The old monk still didn't speak, but his extremely peaceful voice completely calmed down the anxiety in Ning Ping's heart.

"How can we live in this mortal world? How can we do this!" Ning Ping blurted out.

"Assume that you are like a bystander, your true mind is like a clear mirror, you are free from joy and sorrow, you are detached and at ease. You are your own master, and the others are dancing with you. Detached and contented!"

The old monk seemed to be talking to himself without sadness or joy, but when he heard it in Ning Ping's ears, he was greatly moved.

"I dare to ask senior, how do you explain this statement!" Ning Ping asked vaguely as he sensed something.