Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan asked the sergeant: "What is your name and which country are you a soldier?"

The sergeant was in a trance, trying to recall: "The villain Tan Erzhuang, before his death... before his death, he was Zhao Guoxi... the captain of the left army of the camp." He then said to Liu Qinghuan flatteringly: "It's been too long, I can't remember."

Liu Qinghuan asked what he wanted to know most: "Do you know General Wu?"

"Zhao Wu!" When he mentioned this, the mood of the sergeant named Tan Erzhuang changed obviously. He was exactly the same as Fang Zixuan. He gritted his teeth and said: "It's him! It's him who caused us to be like this! And the Zhao family, everyone in the Zhao family is... Damn it, damn it! I want to avenge my brothers and kill everyone in the Zhao family..."

At the end of the sentence, Tan Erzhuang roared excitedly, his dark eyes glowing red with hatred, his mind fell into madness, and he struggled under the ghost torture stick.

Liu Qinghuan had no choice but to hit him with the stick again, finally knocking him back to his senses and he became more sober.

He was about to continue asking questions when he saw a little golden light in the distance. Although it was still far away, the night in Buguixu was too dark, so the little light was extremely conspicuous.

For example, he himself was like this. The light emitted by the spiritual power shield and the golden light shield made him like a street lamp.

There are actually people walking in the dark like him?

The indescribable softness and purity of that golden light makes people feel close to it at a glance.

Liu Qinghuan held Tan Erzhuang down with a torture stick and watched the golden light approaching defensively. A bald head slowly appeared, and it turned out to be a little monk with red lips and white teeth.

The young monk looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was holding a Zen staff in his left hand and a string of Buddhist beads in his right hand, and flew up to Liu Qinghuan. First, he carefully looked at Tan Erzhuang and his soldiers, and then silently saluted Liu Qinghuan.

Liu Qinghuan returned the greeting: "Master, who are you?"

The little monk pointed to his tightly closed mouth and bowed again.

He was startled, and ppp guessed: "Master is practicing closed-mouth meditation?"

The little monk nodded and shook his head.

What does it mean? Yes means it, no means no, what does this nodding and shaking of the head mean? Could it be that he is mute?

Liu Qinghuan was puzzled when he saw the young monk raised his Zen staff, and a soft clear light shot out from the tip of the staff, shrouding the ghost of a soldier in it.

Liu Qinghuan flashed and stood in front of him, frowning and saying, "What do you mean?"

The young monk tilted his head to look at him, his eyes showing confusion, and finally opened his mouth and uttered two words: "Transcendence."

As soon as these two words were spoken, Liu Qinghuan felt his scalp numb, and a mysterious sense of danger passed through him.

The resentment of the soldier's ghost shrouded in the clear light slowly faded away, his expression relaxed, and his body became more and more transparent until he completely disappeared.

Liu Qinghuan's face was a little dark. When the sense of danger passed by him just now, he almost couldn't help but take action: "What kind of spell are you doing?"

The little monk bowed to him apologetically and pointed to his mouth.

Liu Qinghuan looked at him and said nothing. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he blurted out: "Is it the art of speech?"

The little monk nodded and smiled happily, his smile as pure as a child's.

Liu Qinghuan was shocked on the spot!

He had read in some classics that the art of speaking is also called speaking in Buddhism, which means that as long as you say it, it will come true. For example, if a person who has practiced speaking skills says "die" to you, if your own cultivation cannot withstand the power of speaking skills, you will really die.

However, generally only eminent monks with boundless Buddhist power can practice the art of speaking, because activating the art of speaking is extremely dangerous. If the art of speaking is not successful, it will backfire on one's body.

This young monk obviously cannot be a high-level monk who has achieved Taoism. His cultivation level is in the Ming state of mind, which is equivalent to the foundation-building period of Taoism cultivation. Moreover, I have never heard of people who practice speech skills and cannot even speak ordinary words.

However, this was not the time to pursue these matters. Liu Qinghuan saw the young monk's eyes falling on Tan Erzhuang and quickly blocked him: "I still have something to ask this ghost."

The young monk thought for a while and nodded, took back his Zen staff and stood quietly aside.

Liu Qinghuan saw that he had no intention of leaving, so he had no choice but to give up. He grabbed Tan Erzhuang who was trying to escape and continued to question: "You said before that Zhao Wu caused you to become like this. Tell me slowly, how did he hurt you?"

Tan Erzhuang glanced at the young monk with some fear, hid behind Liu Qinghuan and said: "If it weren't for him, so many brothers wouldn't have become human beings and ghosts, and they wouldn't even have died cleanly and turned into sane beings." A puppet, even if he dies, he still has to work hard for Zhao Wu..."

Tan Erzhuang's memory was incomplete and his words were often confused, but Liu Qinghuan gradually learned about the forgotten history of Bugui Xu through piecing together and guessing.

Of course, thanks to the ghost torture stick, this Taoist magic weapon can directly torture the soul of ghosts and make them spit out the truth. Otherwise, Tan Erzhuang would not be so honest.

The location of Bugui Xu was originally the territory of the State of Zhao, a country established by a Xiuxian family surnamed Zhao.

When the war between Zhao and Lin was at its most fierce, General Wu selected a group of strong soldiers from the military camp and gathered them in a secret place. Within a year, these soldiers appeared again with great achievements. Not only were they more powerful than the most powerful martial arts masters, they could also use immortal magic!

"Immortal magic?" Liu Qinghuan noticed something was wrong and couldn't help but ask. "Those people became immortal cultivators?"

Tan Erzhuang's eyes were dull and he said: "Yes, it is said that they have practiced the Xian family's skills, and they are all extremely powerful."

"Oh, how high are their cultivation levels?"

"According to your immortal family, the best among them have reached the fifth level of Qi training, and even the worst ones have reached the third level of Qi training."

"How is it possible to reach the fifth level of Qi training in one year?" Liu Qinghuan frowned.

Although it is easy to practice during the Qi training period, it is obviously impossible to reach the fifth level of Qi training in one year. And even if it could be reached, the foundation would be extremely unstable.

Besides, most of the selected people are just ordinary people in the military camp, and it is hard to say whether they have spiritual roots or not.

Tan Erzhuang said quietly: "But we didn't understand at all back then. Among the selected people were my colleagues, and I didn't see any discomfort among them. On the contrary, they were so energetic that they seemed to have no energy. I was still envious, but I was I suffered a serious injury and was still recovering from my injuries, so I wasn’t selected.”

Liu Qinghuan thought to himself that it seemed that the Zhao family had found a technique or secret technique and forcibly created a group of monks.

However, this kind of quick success is generally counterproductive, and practitioners may not fare well.

The little monk who had been listening quietly looked thoughtful and didn't know what he was thinking.

Tan Erzhuang continued: "But after a while, I found that those people didn't even blink when they killed people, and they often stood in the tent when they had nothing to do. They stood all night without eating, drinking or sleeping. I felt a little Something was wrong, so I quietly observed them. After a while, they lived in two places separately from us ordinary soldiers, and they never appeared except when the two armies were fighting. "

"But many people wanted to be selected to practice and become immortals, and most of them got their wish. I felt something was wrong, so I hid when I had the opportunity to transfer defense."

Tan Erzhuang's voice became lower and lower, muttering in inaudible language.

Liu Qinghuan could only give him another light tap with the ghost cudgel before he woke up again.

"and after?"

"Later, this matter was discovered by a passing immortal family. They said that the Zhao family used forbidden techniques, so they recruited many immortal cultivators to disappear from the Zhao family. We ordinary soldiers were transferred to guard the imperial city, and then we discovered that there were dark circles around the imperial city. The clouds are thick and ghostly, so scary.”

A look of fear appeared on Tan Erzhuang's face: "When we gathered together and were waiting in line outside the imperial city, many lines drawn with blood suddenly appeared on the ground, and a black mist surged out. I felt pain all over my body. , everywhere on the body began to collapse and bleed... When I woke up, it became like this. "

After Tan Erzhuang finished speaking, Liu Qinghuan fell into deep thought.

Tan Erzhuang was just an ordinary soldier, so he didn't know much about some things. Fang Zixuan should have been one of the selected soldiers back then.

But the aura on Fang Zixuan's body is clearly in the foundation building stage, so that skill can actually make people reach the foundation building stage in a short time!

A technique that can elevate a mortal to become an immortal cultivator and gain powerful cultivation is simply unbelievable!

And General Wu, or Zhao Wu, seems to be the root of all this.