Weird Sequence: Immortality Begins from Chinese Martial Arts

The stars are like water, and the white snow-capped mountains stand proudly on the distant skyline. The snow is bright blue and has a holy and cold feeling.

Zhuocuo rode on a donkey and went with Jiang You to the temple where the master said his uncle was in charge.

For some unknown reason, after Zhuocuo walked with Jiang You, he felt that the dark night that had previously frightened him began to soften.

The peace and calm temperament that Jiang You naturally exuded made Zhuocuo feel a strong sense of security, as if being with this person, no matter how powerful the devil was, could not hurt him at all.

Zhuocuo was riding on the back of the donkey, and Jiang You was walking beside him. If Zhuocuo hadn't been able to see the scenery quickly retreating on both sides, he would have thought the donkey was pacing slowly. There was no cold wind blowing on his face, and there was no bumping up and down. The riding experience was great. Excellent.

Jiang You's feet glowed. With one step, he could cross a distance of tens of meters. He strolled in the courtyard at the same speed as the donkey and chatted with Zhuo Cuo next to him.

After learning that Zhuo Cuo had not had any water or rice for a long time, Jiang You took out the monster meat and spiritual wine from the space ring.

"With your small body, you can just drink a sip of wine and eat meat."

Zhuocuo saw Jiang You conjuring wine and meat out of thin air, and thought to himself, "You are not an immortal or a Buddha, otherwise where would these things come from?"

Zhuocuo took the fist-sized piece of monster meat. His long life as a herdsman and the fact that he was really hungry now made him devour it without caring that it was raw meat.

When the raw meat entered my mouth, it didn't smell as fishy as I thought. Instead, it had a faint fragrance of vegetation. The meat was so tough that I had to chew it for a long time before I could swallow it.

After swallowing the meat, Zhuo Cuo felt that his stomach began to feel hot, and then his body went from warm to hot, just like in a sauna, and soon white gas came out of his pores.

If other people saw Zhuo Cuo like this, they would definitely squat down and beat their chests, scolding him for wasting a good thing, and all the energy in his flesh and blood would escape.

Zhuocuo was so dissatisfied after hearing Jiang say that he was small in stature and had a small appetite. His own appetite was so big that even his father would scold him for his existence. This mere piece of meat was just enough to fill his stomach.

Who knew that after eating this small piece of meat, my stomach, which was always full, would suddenly feel full.

Jiang You looked at Zhuo Cuo, smiled, poured a few sips of wine into his mouth, and then handed the gourd to him, "Take a small sip. If you drink too much, you will be drunk to death!"

Zhuocuo now knew that what Jiang You gave him to eat was unusual. He took the wine gourd and strictly followed Jiang You's instructions and took a sip.

The wine obviously had a fruity aroma, but it was indeed very strong in the mouth. Zhuocuo grinned and handed the gourd back to Jiang You. Jiang You laughed after seeing the result. After that, he poured a few more sips into his mouth, making Zhuocuo It felt like the gourd turned into water when it hit Jiang You's hands.

Zhuo Cuo originally wanted to thank Jiang You for saving his life and giving him food. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a surge of heat rising up. Before he could say anything, he burped a fruity wine burp. Then under his drunken eyes, he saw how his wine burps were still colorful. ? Then the drunkenness reached his head, his eyes darkened, and he fell down on the donkey's back and fell asleep.

Jiang You looked at Zhuo Cuo sleeping drunkenly on the back of a donkey, his eyes directly penetrated his flesh and blood, and saw that the wine and meat he had just eaten in his body were transformed into essence at a speed three to four times faster than ordinary people, and then nourished him. Zhuocuo's physical body.

"This kid actually has top-notch martial arts talent!"

When Jiang You saw Zhuocuo for the first time, he felt that this young Tibetan man had about twice as much energy and blood as ordinary people, and his bones and tendons were extremely strong. No wonder he was the only one who could escape from that strange pursuit. , persist until now.

Then he gave him monster meat and spiritual wine to get a feel for his true identity, and it turned out that he was indeed a born martial artist.

When Zhuo Cuo woke up, he felt that his whole body was warm and full of energy. He clenched his fists and felt that he had endless strength. As he got up from the donkey's back, his whole body immediately felt like it was exploding. Crisp as beans.

Then he found that the donkey was already grazing in a small forest. The sky was dark and it was dusk. It seemed that he had slept for a long time, and the fairy-like man disappeared again.

The donkey noticed that he was awake and shook his body, as if to signal him to come down.

Zhuo Cuo knew that this donkey was a holy donkey that could fight off devils on its own, just like the legendary holy beast Tibetan Mastiff. He did not dare to go against its idea, so he quickly came down and bowed to the donkey to thank him.

"Zhuocuo, thank you to the holy beast for carrying me all the way!"

When Zhuocuo raised his head, the donkey in front of him also disappeared out of thin air. Zhuocuo thought to himself, "Is this the end of my chance with the immortal?"

Suddenly, he felt a sense of loss. After a long time, when he had calmed down and wondered where he was now, he found a dirt road spreading forward in the forest.

He followed the dirt road out of the woods and saw a golden snow-capped mountain reflected by the sun appearing in front of him. There was a group of buildings halfway up the snow-capped mountain.

It was a small temple made up of several staggered bungalows. Each bungalow painted with red paint was surrounded by a black sutra curtain above the wall.

On the sutra curtain, there are golden characters twisted like earthworms, which are quite mysterious under the reflection of the sunset on the horizon.

The wind and clouds in the distance are changing, and the clouds are curling up, which makes the surrounding snow-capped mountains in front of us appear dim and bright. Only the snow-capped mountains where the temple is located are always bathed in the sunset, looking sacred and ethereal!

The bright red sunset glow shone on Zhuo Cuo's face, and Zhuo Cuo stared blankly at the magnificent beauty of the Jinshan Mountain in front of him. This kind of scenery was something he could rarely see even as a herdsman in the snowy area.

"Is this the temple that the master said he wanted me to go to?"

Zhuo Cuo took out the token of the demon pestle and held it tightly in his hand. After experiencing such a tragic experience, he was now extremely eager to get the power to deal with those demons. Unfortunately, his relationship with the immortal was too shallow and he could not become a disciple. Now You can only worship in this temple with the token given to you by your master.

It’s not bad to have the skills of a guru!

From the bottom of the mountain to the entrance of the temple, it looked quite close, but by the time Zhuo Cuo arrived, it was already dark.

Standing in front of the threshold of the small temple, Zhuo Cuo first knocked on the door, but no one responded for a long time. Then he shouted that he came with a token of his master. Only then did Zhuo Cuo realize that the person who had taken care of him all the way was Master, I don’t even know his name.

After shouting, there was still no response. Zhuocuo pushed the wooden door and found that it was not locked at all. It opened a crack with a creak. He stretched his head and looked inside, and saw several doors behind the door under the dim sky. A dark thick felt cloth was hung in front.

That thick layer of cloth isolated the cold wind from the outside world and also blocked the spread of light.

Rang Zhuocuo couldn't see the scene inside the house at all.

He hesitated for a moment, walked in, and continued to ask the owner of the place in the courtyard. There was already silence, which made Zhuocuo feel that the monks here had left. He opened the felt cloth in front of the door of the first room on the left and left. Go in.

Inside the house, the light is dim.

There was a thick dark red blanket on the ground.

An oil lamp on the table illuminated the middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged on the futon next to him.

He wore a dark red monk's robe, with green hair on his head. His wrinkled face was expressionless, and his eyes were staring at Zhuocuo dully.

Zhuocuo was startled by this strange monk, and thought, "What's wrong with this guy? He's been shouting outside for so long, but he doesn't even respond even though he's in the house."

But he was still extremely respectful, and he showed the demon-conquering pestle in his hand to the monk, and told the monk again how he met the devil, met the guru, and what the guru said to him.

After hearing this, the middle-aged monk still had no expression on his face, which made Zhuocuo feel like he was talking to a stone.

After waiting for a long time, the monk finally moved. He opened his mouth numbly and made a rough sound like a steel knife rubbing against a stone.

"You haven't been burrowed into your stomach by the heart-eating devil and eaten your heart. My incompetent nephew alone is far from being able to do it. Are there any adventures along the way?"

Zhuo Cuo did not expect that this middle-aged monk had no reaction at all to the death of his nephew. The first thing he said was to ask him if he had any adventures.

Zhuo Cuo didn't know why, but subconsciously concealed his experience of meeting Jiang You. Knowing that I just listened to the master's words, I immersed myself in running. After running for a day and a night, I came here.

"Impossible, it's not that simple." The middle-aged monk stared at Zhuo Cuo with sharp eyes, trying to discern clues from Zhuo Cuo's face.

Suddenly, Zhuocuo felt his eyes blur, and then he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. The monk had arrived in front of him at some point, and his skinny eagle-clawed hands were firmly grasping his collarbone.

"So that's it. His natural vitality and blood are so strong. It's really good, not bad!"

Then Zhuocuo felt the hand holding his collarbone loosen, and the monk sat cross-legged in front of him again, but this time his eyes were no longer as cold as before, but a little eager.

"You said that my junior brother asked you to come to this temple to seek refuge. Now that you are in the temple, do you have any next plans?"

When Zhuocuo heard what the monk said, he was originally going to become a disciple. However, after entering the door, the feeling this monk gave him was completely opposite to that of the gods he met. Being with Jiang You felt comfortable and secure, and As soon as I entered the monk's room, I felt uncomfortable all over, especially when the monk pinched my shoulder and looked at him, as if he was not looking at a person, but more like looking at a treasure.

So he changed his words temporarily, "I want to avoid the devil behind me in the temple. If it is inconvenient for the master, then I will leave right now!"

As Zhuocuo said that, he walked towards the door. Who knew, the monk suddenly appeared in front of his door and blocked the door.

"As entrusted by my nephew, I, as my uncle, naturally have to protect my body. If you go out, you will definitely be chased by the heart-eating devil and eat your heart. Instead of living in my room in vain, then If the heart-eating devil dares to come to you, I will kill him!"

Zhuocuo listened to the monk's confused words, and then saw the monk's appearance of refusing to let him go. Suddenly, a thought came to his heart, but he was now considered a person who had experienced things. Although he was trembling in his heart and his face was But his expression showed joy.

"That's great. By the way, the master said I want to return this magic pestle to you!"

"It's just a consecrating magic weapon, just keep it."

"This is not possible. Master saved my life. I have to listen to his words. Please accept it, Master!"

"Okay, bring it!"

Seeing Zhuo Cuo's persistence, the monk didn't want to waste any more words. When Zhuo Cuo raised his hand to lower the magic pestle, he suddenly exerted force on his arm and thrust the magic pestle into the monk's chest.

Zhuo Cuo had used this move twice before but failed. This time, God was so pitiful that he finally succeeded in inserting it into the monk's chest.

After the demon-conquering pestle was inserted, a burst of golden light suddenly appeared. The monk did not expect that Zhuo Cuo would suddenly act like this, and the eagerness he had pretended to be suddenly cooled down.

"trouble!"

As he spoke, the light of the oil lamp in the room suddenly turned pale green, and the green light covered the entire room.

In the pale green light, the monk suddenly 'split'!

Suddenly a crack burst open on the top of 'his' head, and with a tooth-sharp sound of tearing bones and flesh, a dry head came out of the crack.

A faint green fire danced in the dark eyes, and his dry lips made a death-like sound: "Instead of letting the heart-eating devil eat it, it would be better for me to eat your heart!"

A mummified devil completely emerged from the monk's skin. Zhuocuo's hair stood on end, but he couldn't move at this moment!

He watched helplessly as the mummy continued to tremble, gradually breaking free from the monk's skin, walking to him, and tearing open his clothes.

A sharp black nail was drilled out from his dry fingers, and he was about to stab his heart.

At this moment, the demon-conquering pestle that fell on the ground suddenly trembled, and then the wrapped red band automatically flew to the back of the mummy and stuck to it without any wind.

Then Zhuo Cuo heard a sound, "Om Mani Beime Bang!"

This voice was extremely familiar, it was the voice of the late master, and what he was reciting was the same six-character mantra that he had recited before!

The sound reached Zhuocuo's ears, and he found that he could finally move, but the mummy in front of him stopped moving.

Zhuo Cuo took this opportunity and rushed towards the door with a single stride. But just as he arrived at the door, the red tape attached to the back of the mummy instantly ignited spontaneously, and the mummy turned around and rushed towards Zhuo Cuo. .

Zhuo Cuo rushed forward, rushed out of the house, and fell to the ground outside. However, the mummy did not follow closely. Instead, a golden light appeared in the house, followed by a tremor, and screams were heard.

Zhuocuo was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly.

At this moment, the wooden door behind him was suddenly pushed open, and a long-faced monk carrying firewood appeared. He glanced at Zhuocuo on the ground solemnly, then quickly walked to the house and chanted a mantra. , then the palm of his hand emitted a golden light and was slapped on the wall. After a long time, the room returned to normal, and there was no more movement inside.

"Who are you and why did you enter without permission?"

Zhuocuo looked at the long-faced monk with an angry look standing in front of him and laughed. This is a normal person!

He quickly stood up and told the reason why he was here.

"What, Senior Nephew Kangzhu is dead?"

Only then did Zhuo Cuo know that this person was the master's uncle!

The long-faced monk looked sad. He turned around and faced the place where Master Kangzhu died. He sat cross-legged and recited scriptures.

Zhuocuo also knelt down at the same time, kowtowed forward, and thanked Master Kangzhu for his life-saving help.

The long-faced monk stood up after reciting the sutra and said to Zhuocuo: "Kangzhu saved your life before he died and accumulated merits. I believe he went to the Buddhist kingdom!"

Then he asked Zhuocuo how he escaped from the house. Zhuocuo told him one by one. The long-faced monk frowned and nodded, and then asked him to follow him into the middle room.

Zhuocuo still has lingering fears about this house, but he still follows in.

After the two sat down, the long-faced monk explained to him the situation here.

This is Nig Temple, far away from people. The monks who practice here are all ascetics, practicing in isolation. There are only three of them, but the other two have problems with their practice. When they are still conscious, they trap themselves in in your own room.

They made an agreement with him that if they could walk out of the room on their own within a month, then everything would be fine. If they still couldn't walk out within a month, then let him lock the door and leave.

Only then did Zhuocuo know the reason. When asked how long it had been, the long-faced monk smiled and said that it had been three months.

He was worried that after he left, someone would accidentally enter and cause harm to the world after releasing his two senior brothers, so it would be better for him to keep this place and look after it.

Zhuocuo was moved by this man's good deeds of being willing to be imprisoned. It was only such a person who could have a nephew like Master Kangzhu!

After chatting, it was already late at night. The long-faced monk made a bed for Zhuo Cuo in the room and asked him to spend the night here. He would escort Zhuo Cuo to another place tomorrow.

Zhuocuo had already had a good sleep before, so now he was lying on the bed, listening to the howling wind outside the door, and would be unable to fall asleep for a while.

I don't know how long it took, but just when he finally fell asleep and fell into a drowsy state, he was suddenly awakened by movement on the bed.

He felt that the long-faced monk who was sleeping across from him suddenly sat up and remained motionless for a long time. Just when Zhuocuo was about to ask, the long-faced monk suddenly got out of bed and stood beside his bed.

Zhuocuo felt something was wrong and did not dare to say anything. He pretended to be asleep. When he noticed that there had been no movement for a long time, he secretly opened his eyes a crack.

He saw a ferocious face appear in front of him in the moonlight, which scared him so much that he almost screamed.

The face of the long-faced monk was sometimes ferocious, sometimes peaceful, as if there were forces fighting with each other within his body.

After a while, the long-faced monk turned around and went out.

When Zhuocuo heard the footsteps moving away, he sat up suddenly. Something was wrong with this long-faced monk. Could it be that he had a problem like the other two, but he was still in a semi-crazy state?

The other two realized their problem and sealed themselves in the room. However, the long-faced monk was completely unaware of his situation. He was still conscious during the day, but something happened late at night!

Zhuo Cuo quickly got out of bed and went out, hurry up, this place is simply a magic temple now!

Except for myself, there is no normal person left!

He walked out and headed towards the door, and then he saw the long-faced monk standing at the door of a house, picking something on the wall with his hands, just in front of the door.

Zhuocuo was too frightened to move. After waiting for a while, he found that he was not paying attention to him, so he thought about climbing over the wall elsewhere.

Just when he walked to the base of a wall and was about to climb over the wall, he suddenly saw a shadow emerging from behind him under the moonlight!

"Donor, what are you doing late at night?"

The long-faced monk's voice suddenly emerged.

Zhuocuo turned around in fright and looked at the long-faced monk with a trace of doubt on his face.

"Are you awake?" Zhuo Cuo thought in his mind and asked tentatively: "Master, why do you go out and walk around late at night?"

"Me? I came out to check because I heard the noise in the hospital!"

"What? Doesn't he know?"

Taking advantage of the fact that the long-faced monk was now awake, Zhuocuo said directly to him: "Master, I saw you suddenly got up at night, walked to the gate, stood still, and thought of climbing over the wall in a moment of panic. Don't you remember your Take action?"

"What?"

The long-faced monk looked shocked. It seemed that it was exactly what Zhuocuo had guessed. There was something wrong with the long-faced monk’s practice. He just didn’t know it because he had lived alone for a long time without anyone else reminding him!

The long-faced monk also realized his situation at this time, "Donor, you can't stay here for a long time, please leave quickly!"

As he spoke, the long-faced monk walked quickly towards his house. Once he entered, he closed the door tightly, and then a voice came out, "Go eastward along here, hurry up!"

Zhuocuo heard this and shouted, "Master, what about you?"

"Don't worry about me. I will seal myself in the house tomorrow just like my two senior brothers."

Zhuocuo felt uncomfortable in his heart. Why did his master's practice go wrong and he turned into a devil? But he knew there was nothing he could do about it, so he had to leave quickly.

At this moment, the situation suddenly changed dramatically!

The sutra curtains hung on the four walls of the small temple moved automatically without wind. Large clumps of hair-like black air hung down from the sutra curtains, covering the red paint on the walls.

At the same time, a hoarse laugh came from the only house he had never entered, "Where did the little thing come from, dare to ruin my good deeds, but it's already too late!"

Suddenly the door to the room opened.

An old monk with cracked skin and black glow appeared at the door.

He rolled his dark eyes and made a hoarse and crazy voice: "Junior brother, I have understood the supreme Dharma. Come out quickly and I will teach it to you!"

At this time, the black energy suddenly surged, and the entire temple was engulfed in black hair.

The long-faced monk suddenly burst out of the door, and struck the old monk with a pair of big golden hands, "Brother, go back quickly!"

A bunch of black energy rushed out and collided with the golden handprint of the long-faced monk, pushing him back.

He turned towards Zhuocuo and said, "Go quickly, I'll stop it!"

"Hahaha, how could you let go of the blood food from your mouth so easily? Junior brother, you still haven't realized it!"

While speaking, a stream of black hair slapped hard at another house, immediately breaking its wall, and a black figure walked out of the scattered dust and smoke.

It was the mummy that Zhuo Cuo was going to eat before.

After the mummy came out, he smiled at the old monk and said, "Senior brother is still so powerful that he can secretly influence our junior brother. Didn't he tell you to leave in one month? Since you don't want to leave, then keep it forever!"

"One for each person, just enough!"

The old monk smiled and opened his mouth, spitting out strands of hair-like black air, twisting and twisting continuously, turning into black spears, overwhelmingly piercing toward Zhuocuo and the long-faced monk.

The next moment, the mummy's figure flashed and stood in front of Zhuo Cuo. His withered palms pinched Zhuo Cuo's neck - Zhuo Cuo's body was fixed again, and he could only watch the putrid palms approaching his neck. !

At this time, I saw the long-faced monk glowing with golden light all over his body, and the prayer flags that were constantly blowing in the wind in the temple also suddenly glowed with golden light, and I saw the golden fire splashing into the sky rising from the temple!

The hair spear that was piercing the two of them suddenly rolled back at this moment, and the mummy that was pinching Zhuo Cuo's neck was ignited by the golden flames, and screamed and retreated.

The long-faced monk shouted to Zhuocuo: "Let's go now!"

The golden light on his body ignited the Buddha's flame in the temple. He was worried that the two senior brothers would break the ban and arranged it, but he didn't expect it to be used.

Zhuo Cuo saw that the long-faced monk's body began to burn. The golden flame that could drive away the two devils was clearly burning with his body as fuel!

"Master!"

"Come on, I can't hold on for long!"

"Where to go!"

The two devils who had just been caught off guard and forced back suddenly rushed forward. The old man's black hair rose up and crushed all the prayer flags. The mummy opened its mouth and blew out a gust of cold wind, which burned the long-faced monk. The flames on his body were blown out.

"Junior brother, you have not understood the true meaning of Buddhism, and your skills have not improved yet!"

The two of them were about to rush over with ferocious smiles.

Just when Zhuocuo thought he was certain to die this time, a donkey brayed suddenly in his ears.

Then Jiang You's voice was heard, "Is it so easy for inner demons to be born here?"

Jiang You had been watching from the air before. The reason why he let Zhuocuo go in alone was to see the details of this Tibetan inheritance. Unexpectedly, he saw two monks who were as obsessed as him.

There is also a semi-possessed monk who has been soaked in evil energy for a long time.

It's just that the conversation between these two people didn't affect their consciousness in the slightest. It should be that the evil in their hearts has completely swallowed up the good, and their temperament has changed, which is different from the complete disappearance of their own consciousness.

As Jiang You's voice appeared, a huge dragon roar was heard, as if a giant dragon was flying in the air. Immediately, not only Zhuocuo, but also the long-faced monk felt his whole body trembling, unable to stand at all, and knelt down directly He fell to the ground and put his hands on the ground, barely able to hold on.

Then there was a loud sound that almost shook the eardrums open. The strong wind blew like a knife on the face, and it was impossible to open the eyes at all.

After a long time, the dragon's power dissipated. The long-faced monk regained his composure this time. When he opened his eyes and looked around, he saw that there was no trace of Nige Temple in front of him. The entire mountainside was razed to the ground, except for the floor tiles under his knees and Zhuo Cuo's knees. , there is no trace left in the world.

Just as he was about to stand up, another rumbling sound came from above, "No, there's an avalanche!"

Jiang You saw that his punch actually caused an avalanche, and thought that he had used too much force.

He originally wanted to learn more about the methods of Tibetan Buddhism and planned to take action at the last moment to save the two of them. Who would have known that this long-faced monk would kill them both, and the two of them were still possessed. He knew the situation of his own obsession. , the strength has simply increased several times, but why haven't these two improved much, and they can't even catch a punch?

Jiang You watched the avalanche rolling in, dodged, picked up the two of them with one hand, and flew down the mountain. (End of chapter)