Chapter 475 Cult clues, fish that slipped through the net
The current Great Elder told Lin Shan about the current situation. Basically, Nightingale was still the same, with no changes.
"Thanks to the wood spirit fruit brought back by the senior, the junior was able to transform his spiritual consciousness and become a monk in the Qi training stage. No matter how hard he worked in these years, he could only stop at the third level of Qi training."
This guy's low qualifications were evident back then.
Lin Shan listened quietly, recalling every detail of the nightingale, where the chicken brother next to him took a small sip of tea, feeling that the tea was bitter and kept making "bah bah bah" sounds.
"Where is Protector Jiang? Is this old boy still alive?"
Lin Shan asked for no reason. He was not dissatisfied with the interruption of the Great Elder Nightingale. He just thought about it briefly and knew who he was talking about, but he still asked out of caution.
"But Elder Jiang, who was born in southern Xinjiang?"
Lin Shan nodded. He still missed this old friend, but it was just that so many years had passed
Unexpectedly, Great Elder Nightingale responded solemnly:
"Elder Jiang is now one hundred and two years old and still alive and well. Do you need me to invite him here?"
"Oh? He's still alive?!"
Lin Shan was a little surprised now.
In those days, old friends often died of old age. It was not easy to see them alive.
"Where is he? Please take me to see him."
Considering that he was over a hundred years old and there was no need for a mortal to live to this age, Lin Shan decided to go and see him in person.
Grand Elder Nightingale and King Chenliu immediately led the way, followed by Lin Shan and Brother Ji.
When he came out and walked in the underground square, Brother Ji kept complaining that Nightingale's tea was too bad, and it was very painful even if it had no energy. How could he entertain the guests?
The two hosts could only apologize and did not dare to refute anything.
No matter how precious our mortal Dahongpao is, it cannot be compared with the food and drink of a spiritual bird like you!
Come to a corner on the first floor and push open the cave door.
Inside is a wide cave.
An old man with a bald head and no hair or hair was lying on a wicker chair and reading a book with an oil lamp on.
When he heard the footsteps outside, he didn't even turn his head and just kept talking to himself.
"Hey, it's strange today. You came to lift me up so early to bask in the sun?"
Grand Elder Nightingale and King Chen Liu were slightly embarrassed. They glanced at Lin Shan and found that his expression was as usual, so they had to cough twice to remind him.
"Ahem, Elder Jiang, we are bringing distinguished guests to see you today."
"Dignified guest?"
The bald old man had a hoarse voice. He was huddled in a wicker chair and was too lazy to move. He even had to be carried to bask in the sun, let alone get up to greet the guests.
He just weakly whispered:
"Dear guest, honored guest."
"How can any distinguished guest in this world remember me?"
"I, an old and immortal person, don't have many years to live!"
"It's a pity that I couldn't keep up with the young master back then"
In front of himself and outsiders, this old guy was still lazily reminiscing, forgetting himself, and talking to himself endlessly.
Suddenly, a young laugh came from the door.
"Guardian Jiang, after so many years, you have turned into such a character. I remember that you were very taciturn back then!"
"Huh?"
The bald old man was suddenly startled, and then his eyes were dull and he thought for a long time before he came back to his senses.
Protector Jiang?
This is so many years ago!
There are still people calling it that?
Hey, that's not right.
This sound feels a bit like it.
He quickly turned over and turned his head to see that the 16-year-old boy in white who had offered him a knife in the Zanggang group was standing in front of him majestically, looking at him with a half-smile but not a smile.
"!!!"
"You"
"Creak, creak, creak.~Plop~"
The bald old man fell off the wicker chair, screamed in pain, and lay on the ground for a long time, unable to recover.
Grand Elder Nightingale and King Chen Liu had no choice but to walk over and help this innate Dzogchen master who was over a hundred years old up.
There is no way, although Xiantian Dzogchen is already at the pinnacle of martial arts, and his true energy is released, comparable to the first three levels of monks in the early stage of Qi training.
But unfortunately, he was too old and his energy and blood were weak, so he couldn't fight anyone at all.
Warriors rely on Qi and blood, but as the ruler of this era, Immortal Dao, under the constraints of the rules of Heaven, is doomed to be stuck in the innate realm for the rest of his life, unable to go any further.
Lin Shan watched the two people sending spiritual power to the bald old man and rubbing his chest and back, and he laughed and shook his head.
He raised his palm, and a stream of seven-colored soul power passed through and traveled around inside the bald old man's body. The man immediately became radiant and full of energy.
The soul power of a monk in the soul pill stage is basically the best medicine for mortals. The medicine can cure the disease, even if he has no medical skills, he can be cured.
"How's it going? Can you still breathe?"
How could the bald old man not guess who was in front of him?
After all, when Lin Shan was sixteen years old and had just gone out to explore, he was directly dragged into Nightingale by Protector Jiang at that time. He had really seen Lin Shan's appearance as a boy!
"Master! You, you have come back to see me!"
"Woooooo~~~Woooooo~~~"
This old guy burst into tears and cried until he burst into tears. People who didn't know how loyal he was thought he was just like Lin Shan's hard-core thug!
"Okay, okay, calm down!"
Lin Shan pushed his hand away with some disgust to prevent the snot from staining his clothes.
As for what?
Do you really miss me that much?
Next, the old man performed an extreme Sichuan Opera face-changing, changing from crying to laughing, and gradually went crazy.
"Sir, ever since you taught Yang Duo and I the immortal skills, and we tried them one by one without success, the two of us have been looking around like crazy for other skills."
"Oh wait!"
Lin Shan waved his hand to stop him, a look of thought flashed in his eyes.
"Master Yang?"
Protector Jiang, an old man, shook his bald head tremblingly and smiled, revealing his big mouth with few teeth left.
"Young Master, have you forgotten? I followed you down the river from southern Xinjiang, all the way to Dongting Lake eight hundred miles away, and together with Captain Yang of the Jiangling Nightingale Division, we competed for the innate red fruit."
"Oh, I remembered."
Lin Shan still had the impression that there seemed to be such a person who was in the mortal world with Protector Jiang and worked as his follower for a short period of time.
Seeing that he was thinking about it, Protector Jiang continued the topic just now.
"You tried five different immortality cultivation techniques for us that time, but none of them were able to sense spiritual energy, so we have been looking for other immortality cultivation techniques for so many years."
"Director Yang has obviously been immersed in the innate realm for many years. It's enough for him to come to the headquarters and become an elder, but he still wants to stay there and frantically mobilize all the nightingale killers in Jiangling County to find him a technique." "Guess what happened? ”
Protector Jiang said that when he was in the mood, he actually showed off his words!
As a result, seeing Lin Shan's expressionless face, he had no choice but to continue talking.
"I don't know what kind of bad luck that guy had, but he actually found the book of cultivation, and successfully cultivated the sense of Qi, and became a high-ranking immortal cultivator!"
"Oh."
Lin Shan's tone was neither happy nor sad, he just said a simple "Oh."
Does it matter to me whether he cultivates Qi Sensing or whether he has become an immortal cultivator?
Protector Jiang found that his words seemed to be unable to arouse Lin Shan's interest, so he couldn't help but gradually lower his tone of voice. Little did he know that from Lin Shan's current height, these were trivial matters that were not worth mentioning at all.
On the other hand, Grand Elder Nightingale and King Chenliu listened very carefully and quietly prepared to move. After all, they had been in the mortal world all year round and were quite concerned about this kind of thing.
Brother Chicken was also listening with interest. Seeing the old boy speaking in a low voice, he flapped his wings and patted his bald head.
"Oh oh oh! Say it, say it quickly! The helmsman named Yang later became an immortal cultivator, and then what?"
Protector Jiang was shocked!
He has seen many talking people, but this is the first time he has seen a talking chicken!
After being hit on the head a few times, I realized that this was a spiritual bird, so I didn't dare to tell the truth and told the story.
"After Captain Yang became an immortal cultivator, he directly gave up his position as Nightingale's leader. From then on, he traveled around the world and disappeared. He probably went to live in the mountains and swamps."
Protector Jiang couldn't help but feel envious in his eyes.
"I had some friendship with him, so he wrote me a letter before he left, telling me that if I wanted to cultivate immortality, I could start with some unconventional sects in the mortal world."
At this point, he seemed to have some scruples, and he couldn't say that he had secretly tried to contact him in front of King Chen Liu.
Fortunately, he was not able to take advantage of this opportunity in the end. Instead, he found a chance when the Immortal Cultivation Sect came to Bianliang to recruit disciples.
This sect was just an ordinary third-rate sect, unremarkable in the Song Dynasty, just a small corner somewhere.
But there is also a Golden Core Ancestor sitting in the Worst Sect!
The foundation-building deacon who came to recruit disciples brought with him a magic weapon for testing spiritual root qualifications. At the invitation of the royal family, he first went to the Ouchi Palace for a walk, and then went to all the major palaces for a symbolic walk.
Protector Jiang caught up with him and offered some superficial mortal spiritual objects and spiritual stones that he had collected over the years in Nightingale to bribe a disciple of the foundation-building monk.
The disciple took advantage of his position and gave him a test.
Unexpectedly, this old boy actually slipped through the net, possessing ice spiritual roots!
However, his qualifications are very different, and he is not too young, so he has no training value, so the sect will definitely not want him.
Although Protector Jiang failed to embark on the path to immortality, he knew that he had spiritual roots. From then on, he lost control and ordered his subordinates to search for immortality techniques for him.
But the basic five elements are okay, even if you pay a big price, you can't find them.
Ice-type alien species are harder to find!
He searched everywhere and found the only useful clue.
Back in the Song Dynasty, Princess Guo came out of the Huai'an Prince's Palace. She was a Binglinggen herself. Later, she entered a sect and was reportedly killed by someone from the Demon Sect.
The Huai'an Prince's Mansion was also razed to the ground when the demonic army invaded Bianliang City during the battle between good and evil, so the clues were cut off.
He was unwilling to give in, and wanted to use the path of Great Elder Nightingale to see if he could find it.
But Grand Elder Nightingale has been wandering around in the early stage of Qi refining. He would be cannon fodder in Xiuxianfang City, so he might as well stay in the mortal world and be comfortable.
So the most I can do is ask other immortal cultivators known to the prince to inquire in the market. The so-called ice-type Qi training period classics are all priced between 50-100 spirit stones.
This amount of money can buy one or two innate red fruits!
When Nightingale worshiped Master Huang Xian, she could only offer him a salary of three spiritual stones a year, which showed that spiritual stones were not easy to find in the mortal world.
Therefore, Great Elder Nightingale could not afford to spend so much money to buy ice cultivation books specifically for Protector Jiang. Even if I buy the Innate Vermillion Fruit, it is basically impossible to enter the qi training stage with this person's qualifications being similar to my own.
Later, when Protector Jiang saw that there was no hope of becoming an immortal, he could only lie down.
To live to the age of 100 in this way can be regarded as a miracle in the world, and a life worthy of the name.
Although Lin Shan heard something in his words, he keenly caught one point and was a little interested in the whereabouts of Captain Yang.
"Do you still keep the letter that Captain Yang wrote to you? Take it out and show it to me?"
Without saying a word, Protector Jiang stood up, opened the cabinet beside his bed, and took out an iron box in front of everyone's eyes.
It's just that when I opened it, I was a little fussy and fidgeted for a long time.
It turned out that there were a lot of large-denomination silver notes, agate jewelry and other things inside. I guess it was the coffin book that the old man saved for himself.
One of the slightly yellowed letters was pressed down by him at the bottom. The paper was flat and straight, which showed the importance of this letter in his heart.
He handed it to Lin Shan with trembling hands.
After taking it, I quickly scanned the contents and immediately understood it.
That guy, Captain Yang, probably didn't join an ordinary folk sect, but a serious cult of immortality.
Maybe it has something to do with the Black Lotus
When I tested the spiritual roots of Captain Yang and Protector Jiang, I had five different cultivation classics on hand, including gold, wood, fire, earth, and wind, but none of them matched.
What I didn't expect was that they both had spiritual roots! Just avoid it perfectly, this chance and luck is really weird!
He thought for a while, maybe if he couldn't find the Black Lotus Sect this time when he went to southern Xinjiang, he might be able to use this letter and the tracking function of the virtual star disk to visit other cults.
Just treat it as a jungler.
Of course, the premise is that Captain Yang is still alive. If he dies, there will be no solution.
"Do you still need this letter? If not, how about giving it to me?"
Protector Jiang opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer, but his eyes had already betrayed him. After all, this was the only way to cultivate immortality at present. Even though he couldn't find it after so many years of research, he was still unwilling to give up.
"Crack!"
A cold thread-bound book was thrown in front of him, and the cold smoke curled up unconsciously in the cave.
Behind them, Grand Elder Nightingale and King Chen Liu stared at the cover of the book with their eyes wide open.
"Xuanwei Ice Jue".
"This is."
Protector Jiang almost rubbed his face on it, but his hands were just trembling and he didn't dare to pick it up directly. He watched Lin Shan's throat swallowing saliva.
"This book of ice skills is enough for you to practice to the foundation building stage. How about in exchange for this letter?"
Seeing his old appearance, Lin Shan guessed that it would be too late to practice until his lifespan doubled during the foundation building stage.
But good people do it to the end and send Buddha to the West.
"I will directly use my magic power to help you forcefully break through the bottleneck of the entrance and send you to the fourth level of Qi training. The rest is up to you."
(End of chapter)