Chapter 289 Fake Heaven, Xiaoling Mountain
Shen Lian's face became extremely solemn, and he suddenly realized that the origin of the ghost market was not simple.
"Zuo Qianhu, where did you learn this sentence?"
Zuo Yan looked shocked. Seeing Shen Lian's serious expression, he quickly explained: "There used to be King Wu in the Yamen Wei went in and out of the deep ghost market, but soon after returning to the mortal world, his lifespan was exhausted and he died. These words were what he said before his death. "
"One day in the ghost market will consume the lifespan. I’m afraid it’s equivalent to one year in the mortal world. If you continue to go deeper, it will definitely become more and more exaggerated.”
"Zuo Qianhu, which floor is the deepest ghost market that Jin Wuwei has set foot on?"
"The eleventh floor, lifespan will not be consumed within the tenth floor. Immortal Master, you also know that the lower floors are all for redemption. The trading place for wealthy ghosts."
"What's on the eleventh floor?"
"I don't know." Zuo Yan replied helplessly: "The man entered and exited the eleventh floor ghost market only for a moment. , but after escaping, he felt like he had been trapped for thousands of years."
He couldn't help but shudder as he described the other person's death.
The corpse was shaped like a child, with wrinkled skin, internal organs that were exhausted, and the Tao Ying in the body was mysteriously missing.
It is because of the strangeness and inexplicability of the deep ghost market that the imperial court did not deliberately promote the ghost market.
"Master Shen, do towns with ghost gates need to take measures?"
"Well, on October 15th, people will be temporarily evacuated overnight, just in case."< br>
Zuo Yan nodded, who would have thought that before Xiaoleiyin Temple was born, there would be constant troubles.
Shen Lian had a lot of thoughts.
If your guess is correct, the truth behind the ghost market is deeper than imagined.
Zuo Yan said goodbye and left without further disturbing.
Shen Lian watched Zuo Yan leave. Ghost Gourd poured three drops of grass and wine into his mouth, and the aroma of the wine immediately boiled between his lips and teeth.
Extension of life has never manifested itself in any way, it is just that the idea suddenly becomes clear.
It was as if there was a clear spring watering the Taoist heart. The previous urgency due to the limited lifespan disappeared, and the body and soul invisibly increased by half.
Coupled with the longevity of his realm breakthrough, Shen Lian can now live to be over six thousand years old.
Of course, it may not be enough to go to the deep ghost market by yourself.
Shen Lian's mind moved slightly, and Cao Huanjiu fell into the mouths of Shen Hansheng and Bai Haibo, but he wrapped it with force to slow down the absorption of the medicine.
Lest they cannot digest the medicinal power and turn into Tang Monk meat.
“One day in the ghost market is one year in the mortal world.”
“One day in the sky is one year underground.”
“I originally thought that the end of the ghost market leads to the underworld, but it turns out... Heavenly Court.”
Shen Lian looked helpless, thinking that the ghost market and Heavenly Court had a lot in common.
In his impression, the innate spiritual roots of heavenly gods and gods are almost all related to life extension. For example, smelling a ginseng fruit can extend life by 360 years, and eating a ginseng fruit can extend life by 47,000 years.
The flat peach also has a similar effect, so it is also called [Eternal Life Peach].
According to the records in the original work, flat peaches are divided into three categories.
After eating a flat peach with tiny flowers and small fruit, you will simply achieve enlightenment and become an immortal; after eating a flat peach with layers of sweet flowers, you will rise to the sky and become immortal; after eating a flat peach with purple lines and a core, you will live as long as the heaven and the earth, and the sun and the moon will be the same. .
The attainment of a low-grade flat peach into an immortal means becoming an earthly immortal or a terrestrial god; the mid-grade flat peach's ascension to the sky is only to rank among the immortals.
Which of the immortals who can participate in the Peach Club is not a true immortal?
What they value most is definitely the ability of flat peaches to prolong life.
It can be seen that heaven and the deep ghost market have something in common. Even if you are an immortal, your life span will pass quickly when you are in heaven.
The strange Taoist priest who tested Yanliang Town before was probably from the Heavenly Plague Department.
According to Taoist classics, there are eight departments in Heaven, each with specific responsibilities. Among them, the Plague Department is responsible for spreading plague diseases.
Shen Lian narrowed his eyes, and there were a few more cold bugs on his fingertips.
"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva of Xiaoleiyin Temple has reached a consensus with the Ministry of Plague. Is it possible that he wants to wreak havoc on the mortal world and increase his casualties?"
He brought the wind-chilling insect close to his nose and smelled a faint scent of soul. .
"It may not be the Plague Tribe, it may just be the monks who belong to the Plague Tribe..."
"The one in Xiaoleiyin Temple is a fake Buddha. Who do the Plague Tribe monks belong to? Are they fake immortals?" "
Shen Lian didn't think that the sudden plague monks were involved in Heavenly Court. They were probably just pirated Eight Bubu from the Ghost Market. Otherwise, how could they be mixed up with the fake Buddha from Xiaoleiyin Temple.
But no matter what, after all, the fake Buddhas and fake immortals are related to the Lingshan Heavenly Court, and their strength should be far superior to the cave alchemists.
"Whether it was the heaven a thousand years ago or the ghost market today, why would lifespan be shortened?"
Shen Lian had the illusion that the heaven seemed to have life, and the immortals were just attached to them. The parasites above are mutually beneficial to each other.
"Lingshan is a group of Buddhas reduced to true scriptures. I'm afraid it is different from the troubles encountered in Heaven."
Shen Lian was not in a hurry to go there in person, and the soul cut off a part of the soul. After throwing it into the tree hole and waiting for a while, the split soul was destroyed without any trouble.
There is no warning during this period, just like a stone thrown into water.
Shen Lian recovered the injuries of his soul, and the white bones and spine on his back extended out, using old methods to explore the reality of the ghost market.
Crack, click, click.
The white-bone spine just came into contact with the ghost market, and the real part turned slightly yellow.
That is the aging of the white bones and spine.
As expected, the other end of the teleportation tree is in the deep ghost city. According to the aging rate of the bones and spine, one day is indeed equivalent to one year.
After refining his longevity for six thousand years, he could only stay in the eleventh-floor ghost market for more than ten years.
He frowned tightly, and there were no other clues. The ghost eye magic weapon at the end of the white bone spine could not see any mirror image, and he could not use the white bone spine to sense it.
Behind the tree hole is like a bottomless pit.
“Ah~~”
While Shen Lian was hesitating, Bago came to the branch with a look of disdain on his face.
"As the saying goes, the ghost market is my home, and happiness depends on everyone~~" Before Shen Lian could say anything, the starling went straight into the tree hole. Not long after, the career panel showed a prompt that the appraisal was completed.
[Appraisal completed, Ksitigarbha Yama experience +0.03%]
“Speaking of which, doesn’t Bago have a lifespan limit?”
Shen Lian quickly checked his body and soul, repeatedly making sure that his longevity was not affected.
"Silly Bird must be a demon with deep spiritual knowledge. I heard that demons generally live longer than monks, so the ten-story ghost market should not be a big problem."
"Silly Bird is surrounded by ghosts. Everything is going well in the cave, but I have to be safe."
Shen Lian continued to nourish his soul, paying attention to the career panel from time to time.
Ksitigarbha Yama’s experience progress is steadily increasing. If Bago works harder, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can really become a stepping stone for stupid birds.
Two days later, while Yuanshen was recovering, another elixir fruit matured.
【Hundred Soul Fruit】
【Breathed from the banyan tree, the soul can be reborn after taking it. 】
The Hundred Soul Fruit is conceived from the corpse of a ten-thousand-year-old demon. Even if Qingfeng Mingyue has to be somewhat compromised, its medicinal power is definitely far beyond ordinary.
When Shen Lian put it into the ghost gourd, 80% of the patterns on the surface of the magic weapon had undergone drastic changes.
It is estimated that once the Tathagata fruit matures, the ghost gourd will be promoted to a treasure.
Shen Lian activated Zifu's quenching method to increase the efficiency of winemaking, and finally turned all the pills into wine one by one on October 6th.
The medicinal power acts on the body and soul, but unfortunately most of them are only a dozen drops.
Shen Lian drank it without hesitation, the power of the medicine rose in his body and soul, and his martial arts golden body also made sizzling sounds, removing the waste bit by bit and retaining the essence.
Boom.
The Yuan Shen exuded bursts of Dao charm, and the wind-cold insects in Niwan Palace disappeared one after another.
The Taoist rhyme is like substance, and immediately forms five streams of pure energy surrounding the Yuanshen, proving that the Yuanshen has reached the second step of the ancient land gods.
The five qi are toward the yuan.
It took only a quarter of an hour to digest the medicine. After Shen Lian woke up, he felt refreshed.
A bunch of miscellaneous pills cannot increase his strength, but his Taoist foundation has improved by leaps and bounds, and his cultivation in the four realms of the gods has become more and more stable.
And after removing the impurities of the body and soul, the lifespan will also increase by one or two hundred years.
“There are still nine days until the ghost market opens. The time flow rate in the eleventh floor ghost market is different. I don’t know how long I can stay there.”
Shen Lian got into the tree hole. A dizzying trance came over my mind.
………
The old forest in the deep mountains stretches as far as the eye can see. It is formed by ancient trees that are intertwined with each other. The branches are thick and twisted, and thick wood tumors accumulate on the surface.
Spider webs fill the gaps in the branches, and insect corpses are densely packed.
You can tell at a glance that every ancient tree has experienced the baptism of countless years.
Amidst the ancient trees, there is a temple located abruptly. The eaves and walls are dilapidated, and the scent of sandalwood fills the air.
The old monk walked unsteadily, and after reciting the scriptures, he hurried to the backyard.
There are dozens of fruits and vegetables planted in the backyard, but flies are everywhere, clinging to the surfaces of the fruits and vegetables and licking greedily.
The old monk ignored the nauseating scene and came to the corner, staring at a peach tree.
The peach tree is two meters high, with scattered peaches hanging on its branches.
"Amitabha, ask the poor monk to count the number of flat peaches."
The old monk opened his cloudy eyes and swept the branches feverishly, "There are... five flat peaches, growing well. , It’s a pity that they are all inferior.”
“No.”
He stretched out his hand to lift the leaves and saw a new flat peach emerging from the top of the peach tree.
“Amitabha, this poor monk’s opportunity has come!!!”
“Let me see, let me see with a different pair of eyes, what is the quality of flat peaches.”
The old monk looked around, picked up a pumpkin not far away, reached out and clasped it, grabbing the bloody pupils in his palm, and the pumpkin fell into pieces.
He groped to replace his dry eyes.
Wink.
Obviously he looks like a centenarian, but his eyes are as bright as if he were twenty years old.
"It can last for a month at most, and the other organs will have to be replaced."
The old monk looked at the peaches on the branches.
The sun is shining brightly, and the skin of the peach, as thin as a cicada's wings, is looming, and you can see that there is a narrow dojo inside the core.
There was a villain in each Guohe Dojo, and they were trembling with fear when they saw the old monk approaching.
“Quack, quack, quack.”
“Little baby, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, how can a poor monk eat you.”
“At least we have to wait until the melon is ripe.”
The old monk grinned, and the jagged teeth came from all ages. I don’t know how many corpses it took to piece together two rows.
He stared at the newly sprouted peaches, his expression becoming ecstatic.
"Okay, okay."
"The doll inside has at least six thousand years of life. Even the poor monk is reluctant to eat it."
The villain suddenly opened his eyes, revealing A ferocious smile.
“Very fierce!!!”
"If the poor monk puts more effort into raising it, it must be a top-quality flat peach!!!"
(End of this chapter)