Chapter 125: Relics and Pursuit
Zhenyan Town
Li Xiu stood in front of the town, looked at the stone tablet at the entrance, then looked at the vast town, and said with emotion: "This Zhenyan Town is called a town, but it is actually a city."
The flower monk whispered, "Where are we going to stay overnight?"
Han Yueshan looked at him puzzledly and asked, "What's wrong? Why is your voice so low?"
He asked back, "Aren't you being hunted? Are you still so careless?"
Han Yueshan couldn't help but grumble, "You're guilty as a thief, Hua Heshang. I'm not saying anything bad about you, but no one was paying attention to us to begin with. Now that you're here, it's hard not to notice us."
The flower monk blinked, looking thoughtful, and raised his voice, saying, "Master Li, where are we going next?"
Passersby were startled by the loud voice and looked over.
Han Yueshan: "...Okay, just follow your own ideas. You don't have to listen to me."
The Flower Monk clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and humbly asked, "Is my voice too loud?"
Li Xiu nodded, considering his strength, and said, "Yes."
"So what should I do? This is the first time I've been chased by someone."
All of a sudden, all the mortals around moved away from this place. It was better for them to stay away from the affairs of immortal cultivators, especially the fighting and killing.
Tao Zi was silent for three seconds, then said, "Forget about being hunted. Just do as you will."
The flower monk thought for a few seconds and praised: "Miss Tao is very wise."
...I'm afraid he is a stupid monk.
Thanks to Li Xiu's lavish spending, they stayed in the best inn.
For the safety of the sponsor, they unanimously decided to let Hua Seng live with Li Xiu.
There is a small road at the end of Zhenyan Town, and at the end of the road are the Xuyan ruins.
Before the Xuyan Ruins were opened, the end of the road was filled with fog regardless of spring, summer, autumn or winter. No matter whether mortals or cultivators entered, they would eventually return to the same place.
Now, the fog has gradually dissipated, and the magnificent ruins can be vaguely seen.
When the fog completely dissipates, the cultivators will have a moment to enter the ruins. Once the time is up, the fog will cover the ruins again.
Originally, the Yuanying Zhenjun of each sect and school could accurately calculate the time when the ruins would be opened, but they failed this time.
It wasn't a miscalculation of a few minutes or seconds, but ten years.
Therefore, many of the sects' most focused disciples lost this opportunity - they were either in seclusion or training in other ruins.
After hearing this news, Hua Monk immediately grasped the key point: "That means that independent cultivators like us have a chance."
Li Xiu blurted out: "I have a master."
Xi Jing was unwilling to fall behind and also said: "We have a master."
Tao Zi looked at the flower monk and sighed, "Your master must be irritated by you a lot, right?"
He said seriously, "No, we rarely meet, so we can't get angry with each other much. Besides, our current situation is no different from that of a casual cultivator."
Zhao Xue was quite eager to try and said, "According to what Monk Hua just said, we might get a great opportunity?"
"Impossible." Li Xiu shook her head, rejecting his idea. "Unless the ruins opened in each reincarnation cycle are newly discovered, there is a high probability that there will not be any great opportunities left for ordinary cultivators like us."
Han Yueshan turned his head and suddenly realized: "That's right, almost every one of those chosen ones has to visit the ruins, how could they leave so many good things for us?"
Xi Jing thought about it and felt that this made sense, but after thinking about it again, she still felt something was wrong: "But if that's the case, why are those major sects keeping an eye on these ruins?"
"A relic, especially one related to the mind, will attract a large number of cultivators even if no spiritual tools, spells, or techniques remain."
Tao Zi looked at them, was silent for a moment, and then continued: "What's more, every time the ruins are opened, new tools will appear."
"Where did that device come from?"
Zhao Xue still couldn't figure it out, but Han Yueshan suddenly realized: "It was left behind by a failed cultivator."
The Flower Monk interrupted at this point and said, "You are all right, but from what I know, this relic is very different. Even though it has been opened twelve times, the great opportunity inside has still not been taken away."
Li Xiujun was shocked and asked, "Are the sect's geniuses from the twelve rounds so incompetent? Not a single one succeeded?"
Tao Zi, who was once a genius in the sect, took a sip of tea silently.
The Flower Monk shook his bald head and said, "No, it's just that this relic is too difficult."
“Is this any different from being useless?”
Xi Jing's sincere words left him speechless, and his expression suddenly became a little sad: "Miss Xi Jing is right, we are too useless."
Is this person admitting that he is the sect's genius?
Xi Jing approached Tao Zi and lowered her voice, "Senior Sister, this person is so shameless."
Tao Zi laughed dumbly and said, "How many times has Fellow Daoist Hua entered the ruins?"
"Three times. Therefore, I have lost the opportunity."
Li Xiu looked over in confusion: "Huh?"
"Rumor has it that anyone who enters three times and still fails to gain an opportunity will never again receive one."
Li Xiu nodded naturally. The next second, he froze, looked over slowly, and murmured, "How often does this ruin open?"
"The Ruins of False Words are the most frequently opened ruins, opened once every twenty years. What's wrong?"
Han Yueshan slowly stood up, bowed to the flower monk, and said respectfully, "May I ask how old this grandfather is?"
The flower monk was confused. He looked at them and said, "I am seventy-two years old this year. What's wrong?"
Li Xiu couldn't drink her tea anymore.
Oh, right, how could a heartbeat be only in her teens or twenties? Why hadn't he thought of it before?
Tao Zi looked at the confused expressions of these people, smiled and glanced at Hua Seng, but said nothing.
But he felt more stable in his heart. After 72 years, he reached the eighth level of Heartbeat. Such talent is already one of the best.
Xi Jing asked quietly, "Grandpa Hua, my master is about the same age as you, but he's already old enough to use a cane. Why do you look so young?"
Han Yueshan complained that his master was not so old that he needed to use a cane, he just needed to use it when beating people.
Li Xiu listened to this outrageous question and looked at Tao Zi.
Tao Zi took another sip of tea. First of all, it was the master's fault, and secondly, it was her fault.
The Flower Monk didn't question this question, perhaps because he didn't even know what common sense was. "Every time a cultivator advances, their lifespan is extended, and their appearance is preserved for longer. Rumor has it that at the Nascent Soul stage, their appearance remains unchanged for three hundred years. At the Out-of-Body stage, their appearance remains unchanged forever. At the Spiritualization stage, they can choose whether to look young or old."
Xi Jing suddenly realized and said without hesitation: "It turns out that Master's strength is not good enough, so he ages quickly."
Li Xiu's words became more and more outrageous. She lowered her voice and asked Yue Shan beside her, "Aren't you a little disrespectful to your master?"
Han Yueshan said calmly: "From my personal point of view, it is already very respectful."
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