Chapter 171: Monk Chanyi

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The air was filled with blood.

Corpses can be seen everywhere on the ground.

These skeletons are relatively small and can be identified at a glance as belonging to children, no older than ten years old.

The corpses were scattered on the ground, forming a road of bones.

Ahead of this road of bones is a huge furnace.

The bloody smell emanated from this furnace.

In front of the furnace, a young monk was sitting cross-legged. Behind the monk were a dozen children, each of whom was protected by fluorescent light and sleeping peacefully on the ground.

There was a purple bowl placed in front of the monk, with light emitting from it, forming a purple protective shield with the monk as the center.

"In one year at most, the energy in your bowl will be exhausted. I want to see what tricks you have in mind by then."

Wang Jiadong stared at the monk with a gloomy expression, because the appearance of this monk caused his plan to be delayed for several years and has not been completed yet.

The monk remained silent, because this scene had been going on for two years. Every month, the man in front of him would come here once and say the same thing.

Wang Jiadong had expected the monk's attitude, but he did not feel as relaxed as he looked.

Although this monk can only hold on for a year at most, he has delayed the plan. If the master blames him, his Wang family will also suffer.

But what made Wang Jiadong helpless was that this monk was very strange. His strength was not even at the foundation-building stage, but the bowl he took out was able to block his attack.

The bowl enveloped the monk, and no matter what he did, he was unable to get within thirty feet of the monk.

When the monk first appeared, Wang Jiadong was shocked, thinking that what he had done had been discovered, but later he found out that the monk came here by accident, which made him feel relieved.

"Little monk, as long as you accept this bowl, I will let you go. Why would you risk your life for these innocent children?"

Wang Jiadong tried to persuade him, and although he knew that the monk was unlikely to agree, he still repeated it.

The task assigned to him by the Lord had actually exceeded the deadline.

He didn't know why the master didn't come as agreed, but the fact that the master didn't come was good news for him. If the master found out that he had failed to complete the task after arriving, given the master's character, the entire Wang family would be in danger.

The young monk finally opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and profound, which was not in line with his age. "Donor, you are in great trouble now. If you turn back now, it is still not too late."

Wang Jiadong's face darkened, but then he smiled again. He came once a month, but the monk never paid any attention to him. This time he finally spoke.

This was a good sign. As long as the little monk spoke, he would have a chance to convince the other party.

"Little monk, to tell you the truth, this pill was not made for me, but for my master. The master's strength is beyond your imagination. My master is a golden elixir master."

In Wang Jiadong's eyes, a Jindan powerhouse is an unattainable existence.

This is indeed the case. Although the difference between Foundation Establishment and Golden Core is only one major realm, among a hundred cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage, only three to five at most can break through to the Golden Core stage.

Not to mention that it is a long process from the early stage of foundation building to the late stage of foundation building. Among the five people in the early stage of foundation building, at most only one can reach the late stage of foundation building.

"Soul Pills are of no help to cultivators. Why would the person behind you cultivate this pill?"

The little monk asked curiously, but Wang Jiadong remained silent because he didn't know why his master wanted to refine this pill.

"Little monk, this has nothing to do with you. I cannot guess what the master is thinking."

"Amitabha, if that's the case, I won't ask any more questions."

The little monk shook his head, and at that moment, a red light flashed and pierced Wang Jiadong's chest.

The next moment, Wang Jiadong was horrified to find that a terrifying pressure was coming, making him unable to move.

"Lord... Lord?"

The first thing that came to Wang Jiadong’s mind was that the Lord had arrived.

I failed to complete the task assigned by my master, so my master took action against me.

Looking back, Wang Jiadong's pupils shrank when he saw the figure appearing behind him. It was not the master.

The visitor was a young man.

“Senior…Senior…”

"If you don't want the Wang family to be wiped out, then tell us everything about your master. If you tell a lie, the Wang family will no longer exist."

It was Chu Ning who made the move. He had previously sensed the blood and energy below through the puppet, as well as the corpses of children on the ground, estimated to be thousands of them.

Use thousands of children to make elixirs.

Any normal person will have uncontrollable anger in his heart.

When Chu Ning first learned that there were immortal cultivators in this world, he immediately thought of the evil cultivators he had seen in some immortal cultivator novels in the past, who used living people to make medicine and elixirs.

But over the years, he had not seen this kind of evil cultivators. Even as an alchemist, he did not know that such elixirs existed, and he put the evil cultivators and demonic cultivators behind his mind.

In his opinion, there are no famous and upright sects among the monastic sects. Everyone fights for their own interests, so there is no such thing as evil or demonic cultivators.

Unexpectedly, he encountered it for the first time today.

Wang Jiadong looked a little embarrassed, but as Chu Ning raised his hand, he could no longer care about anything else and hurriedly said, "Senior...Senior, let me speak."

Although betraying the master would not have a good end, that was a matter for the future. If he didn't say it now, his Wang family would be gone.

"I... I don't know what the master's purpose is. The master just asked me to capture children and put them into this furnace to refine soul pills."

"After the soul pill is refined, I will be responsible for putting the soul pill into the teleportation array."

When he said this, Wang Jiadong glanced at the place not far from the furnace, where there was a teleportation array arranged with spirit stones.

"What is your status, lord?"

"I have no idea."

Wang Jiadong shook his head and then explained: "This is true. I don't know the master's identity. I met the master when I was in the late stage of Qi Condensation. The master helped me break through the foundation."

In order to save himself and to make Chu Ning believe, Wang Jiadong told the whole story of how he met the mysterious master.

Twenty years ago, Wang Jiadong was only in the late stage of Qi Condensation. He originally had no hope of building a foundation, because there were very few cultivators who could build a foundation in Soul Continent.

As for why they didn't leave Soul Continent, the reason is very simple. Not all cultivators want to improve their strength along the way.

Many cultivators have a family attachment and cannot abandon their families. Secondly, in the late stage of Qi Condensation in Soul Continent, they are considered to be big bosses. If they leave Soul Continent, their status and position will drop sharply. Cultivators like Wang Jiadong cannot accept this gap.

Furthermore, going to other continents does not mean that you can break through the foundation-building stage. Foundation-building pills are precious items in any continent.

Wang Jiadong chose to stay in the Wang family, but one day he met a powerful Jindan master.

He was unable to see the face of the Jindan expert. The other party only told him that if he did something for him, he would give him the foundation-building pill to help him build his foundation.

Wang Jiadong did not refuse. First, he could not resist the temptation of building a foundation. Second, he felt that if he refused, this Jindan expert might choose to kill him to silence him.

Afterwards, he followed the requirements of this mysterious golden elixir master and began to collect children under the age of ten who met the requirements and sent them to the furnace to refine elixirs.

"I don't know the name of this elixir, or even its function. It was this monk who told me that the elixir made with these children is called Soul Pill."

"If that's all you know, there's no point in living."

Chu Ning raised his right hand, and in front of Wang Jiadong's incredulous gaze, a ray of light shot out and pierced through his eyebrows.

Wang Jiadong must die.

As for the Wang family, Chu Ning would not keep them either. He did not promise Wang Jiadong to let the Wang family go if he told him everything he knew.

So many children were not captured by Wang Jiadong alone, but the entire Wang family was involved.

As for the master that Wang Jiadong mentioned, Chu Ning had a guess in his mind.

The Jindan expert Wang Jiadong met is most likely the Lord of Shanyang City, which means that these soul pills were refined for the Lord of Shanyang City.

"No, Xuantian Sect is so eager to get Zheng Qingmin's jade slip, and the jade slip records Wanxiang Mountain. It is very likely that the place where the soul pill is used is what Xuantian Sect is looking for."

Once one point is figured out, many mysteries will be solved.

The soul pills refined by the Zheng family in Shanyang City are needed by the Xuantian Sect, and the two sides have a deal, and the young master of the Xuantian Sect marrying Zheng Qingmin is one of the deals.

However, the Zheng family was on guard against the Xuantian Sect and did not tell the Xuantian Sect where the soul pill was refined.

There are probably not many people in the Zheng family who know about this matter. It is estimated that only the mayor of Shanyang City and his daughter know about it.

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The mayor of Shanyang City died, and Zheng Qingmin, the only person who knew about it, was killed, so the Xuantian Sect was chasing him closely.

Putting these speculations aside for the moment, Chu Ning's eyes fell on the young monk. This monk gave him a very strange feeling. He was obviously only in the late stage of Qi Condensation, but he gave him a feeling of being unfathomable.

This sense of incongruity is like a child who is still wearing diapers, but standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the hustle and bustle of traffic outside the window with a dignified look.

In addition, there was no record of the existence of Buddhism in the Hundred Cities area. Even on the map he had seen, there was no force related to Buddhism.

Buddhism only exists in some secular mortal worlds.

"Your Excellency?"

"Little monk Zen Yi."

The little monk stood up, put away his bowl, and bowed to Chu Ning.

"These children of the Zen generation would like to thank the donor for saving their lives."

Zen one?

Chu Ning was a little alert. Generally speaking, people whose nicknames start with "one" are not ordinary people.

A nickname can better indicate a person's strength than a name.

A name can be said to be a kind of expectation of parents who want their children to become successful, but a nickname has never been recognized.

Those who name themselves Long Aotian may not necessarily have the strength to live up to the name, but if they are nicknamed Dragon King, they definitely have the ability to decide life and death with a crooked smile.

The same applies to Buddhist names, nicknames, and titles.

"Master Chanyi, you are too polite. If it weren't for Master Chanyi protecting these children, even if I showed up, these children would have died long ago."

Chu Ning said something polite, then asked curiously, "Master Chan Yi, did you come here because you knew that the Wang family was refining soul pills?"

"No."

Zen Yi shook his head: "I was just passing by here, but I saw blood rising to the sky. I stopped to investigate and found that the Wang family was refining soul pills. It's a pity that I am weak. Not only did I fail to save these children, but I was trapped here."

"Blood was flying up into the sky, why didn't I notice it?"

Chu Ning frowned. His spiritual sense, which was comparable to that of a Jindan realm expert, could not detect the existence of the basement. How did the monk Chan Yi see it?

"I, the Buddhist sect, have the ability to see through the mind. I happened to have practiced this ability before, so I can see some clues."

Chan Yi explained to Chu Ning that since it involved the magical powers of Buddhism, Chu Ning did not continue to ask.

"May I ask what this Soul Pill is?" This was Chu Ning's second curious question.

"The Soul Pill is made from the souls of young children. The process of making this pill is extremely vicious. The young children need to be thrown into a furnace and burned by flames. The souls of young children are already unstable, and when their bodies suffer misfortunes, their souls will leave their bodies. The souls of these children with special physiques will condense together in the furnace to form a pill."

Chan Yi briefly explained the Soul Pill to Chu Ning. Chu Ning smiled in his heart. This little monk was on guard against him. He only mentioned the special physique but did not say what kind of physique it was. The method of refining was also described in a general way.

"Then what is the function of this soul pill?"

"It is useless to cultivators." Chan Yi pondered for a moment and continued, "Soul Pills have no effect on cultivators' spiritual power or spirit, unless it is the soul..."

Chan Yi's words came to an abrupt halt, and he looked at Chu Ning with a somewhat conflicted expression.

"If Master Chanyi feels it is inconvenient to say it, then forget it." Chu Ning saw the other party's dilemma and said with a smile.

"It's not impossible to say that. Soul Pills are only effective for soul cultivators, but soul cultivators have long been extinct and no longer appear on this continent."

Soul cultivation?

Extinction?

mainland?

Chu Ning grasped several important information points.

But it was obvious that Monk Chan Yi had no intention of continuing speaking, but instead looked towards the teleportation array.

"What is the name of the donor?"

"Ji Yang." Chu Ning answered readily.

"I am going to Wanxiang Mountain. The reason why this place can make a furnace to refine soul pills is because of the special features of Wanxiang Mountain. If my guess is correct, there may be a soul cultivator buried under Wanxiang Mountain. I wonder if Mr. Ji is willing to go down with me?"

Chu Ning was silent. He didn't know the soul cultivator's origin and strength, so he wouldn't easily take the risk of entering the teleportation array.

"I don't know much about soul cultivation, so I won't go on."

Listening to Chu Ning's answer, Chan Yi smiled slightly and said, "If it were someone else, I wouldn't force him, but it's different for Donor Ji. I suggest that Donor Ji go down with me."

"Oh?" Chu Ning's eyes turned cold: "If I don't go down, will Master Chan Yi force me to follow him?"

"No."

Chan Yi shook his head: "Don't misunderstand, Donor Ji. I said this because Donor Ji's status is different."

"Why is my identity different?"

"Soul Cultivator was destroyed by the Shan Sect. As a disciple of the Shan Sect, would Master Ji be willing to see Soul Cultivator revive?"

When Chan Yi said the word "Shan Zong", Chu Ning's pupils shrank. This monk was the second one who saw through his identity.

That tree demon senior was the first one, but that tree demon senior was just a guess and could not be 100% sure, and it was also because of the special relationship between the Mountain Clan and the Grass Clan.

Is the Buddhist mind-eye ability so powerful? The most important thing is, even if the Buddhist mind-eye ability is extremely powerful, how did this little monk know about the existence of Shanzong?

"Hey, Donor Ji is not from..." Chan Yi felt Chu Ning's cold eyes, and was surprised at first, then seemed to think of something, and a subtle smile appeared on his face.

"I see. Then I think that Donor Ji should go in with me."

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