I Try To Become An Immortal Through Mortal Science

As soon as he heard that Luo Hong was going to Qingyun Temple, Dong Lijun immediately realized that his going must have something to do with Qi Fenglei. If she followed, she would be blatantly violating the established rules of Confucianism and righteousness.

This is a great trouble for Hongru Academy, and it is likely to bring irreparable consequences.

She was about to back down, but suddenly realized that her decision could not hinder the overall situation at all.

Because no matter whether she followed or not, Luo Hong would return to Dangqi Mountain, and this account would eventually fall on the head of Hongru Academy.

"Could it be revenge!"

Dong Lijun clenched his jade fists, thinking tremblingly.

But the next moment, she calmed down and realized that this should not be revenge.

After all, Luo Hong doesn't need to be so troublesome if he wants to take revenge, and killing someone with a borrowed knife is superfluous.

Then, he deliberately chose this time to make a big fuss in Qingyun Temple because of another purpose.

After breaking the rules, if Hongru Academy wants to protect itself, it must have a backer, and it cannot be a backer that cannot be put on the face like the Ye family.

In this way, he had no choice but to choose to attach himself to Luo Hong.

Therefore, to be precise, Luo Hong wanted to force Hongru Academy to completely fall to him and become a grasshopper on a rope.

"It's really a deep scheming, taking advantage of the general trend, and making a conspiracy, without giving me any choice. He is more like the king of the dynasty than Ye Zheng!"

After Dong Lijun had a lot of thoughts, a blush of excitement appeared on his face, and he said in a slightly trembling voice:

"No, Brother Luo, I'll go with you!"

Attachment can also be divided into passive and active. Obviously, the effect of the latter is much better, which is also Dong Lijun's choice.

Hearing this, Luo Hong almost couldn't help turning her head to look at Dong Lijun in amazement. He wanted to take this opportunity to stir up the conflict between the righteous and the evil, to disgust both sides, and he didn't want to hurt Hongru Academy.

In the end, the big gentleman didn't understand his kindness!

"Good guy, you are usually quiet and distant, but you are also a master who likes to watch the excitement!"

Since the other party wanted to go, Luo Hong would not stop her, anyway, Hongru Academy had Xiang Laogui's thigh, so nothing major would happen.

Qingyun Temple and Jinjing are located in the same state and county, and it is a nail planted by Yueyang Palace, one of the ten sects of Zhengdao.

Its purpose is to restrain the royal family of Jin Dynasty and win over high-ranking monks, so as to strengthen their own power!

Qi Fenglei is just one of the victims of countless power struggles during these long years.

In the damp and dark Immortal Prison, Qi Fenglei, with disheveled hair, sat on the stone bed, and the forbidden shackles on his limbs flashed runes slowly, making him run his skills like an old turtle.

For monks above the alchemy level, imprisoning them is actually a no-brainer.

Because the alchemy cultivator has been able to completely indica, he only needs to refine the aura to maintain his own vitality, and with the golden elixir in his stomach, he can protect himself from all diseases.

So, just build a prison cell and throw the offending alchemy cultivator into it, there is no need for people who deliver water and food.

The aura in this immortal prison of Qingyun Temple is not weak, but because of the restriction, it takes Qi Fenglei dozens of times the normal time to run a big cycle.

In other words, only by practicing day and night can he keep his vitality.

Even so, his cultivation was still slowly deteriorating.

Over the past ten years, the cultivation base that was originally a great achievement in the early stage of alchemy has slipped to the cultivation base of the initial alchemy stage, and the golden core has shown signs of instability.

If it is closed for a full Jiazi, Qi Fenglei's golden core will definitely shatter. Even if the golden core can be condensed again in the future, the possibility of advancing to the Nascent Soul in the future will become extremely slim.

In fact, without even needing a Jiazi, some monks with weak minds would not be able to stand the torture of practicing with all their strength every day, but instead of advancing but retreating, they would give up their vitality.

On this day, the Immortal Immortal Prison, which had been closed for a whole year, ushered in the sound of footsteps.

Not long after, a handsome young Taoist priest stood outside Qi Fenglei's cell.

"Hehe, Brother Qi, I haven't seen you for a year, you look pretty good.

It seems that you are very likely to wait until the day you are released after serving your sentence, but then your golden core will undoubtedly be shattered!

Once the golden core is shattered, the Nascent Soul is hopeless, so why should Brother Qi keep that secret! "

The young Taoist priest just looked young, but he was actually a monk in the middle stage of alchemy who was over two hundred years old, and he was also the one who gambled with Qi Fenglei back then.

For the Taoist priest in front of him who made him fall into such a situation, Qi Fenglei's expression did not fluctuate at all, his eyes were closed all the time, and he continued to practice the exercises without saying a word.

"Okay, then the poor will wait another ten years, and brother Qi will enjoy it here, haha!"

The young Taoist priest was not surprised by this result, and left without a mocking smile.

Not long after he left, Qi Fenglei gradually opened his eyes, with a strong cold light piercing out of his eyes, the restless aura in his body caused the symbol of the restraining shackles to flash wildly, and it was as hot as a branding iron in an instant!

"Ten years? Very good! Let's fight to the death in ten years!"

Qi Fenglei seems to be the trump card, planning to escape from prison and kill someone ten years later.

When he came outside, the young monk flew away for a while, and then met a red-faced old man with a female nun who formed alchemy.

"Brother Leng, what a coincidence, my master is going to take me to Yueyang Palace, if you have nothing to do, why not go with us."

There was a sweet smile on the female Taoist priest's face, and her heart was open.

All the senior monks in Qingyun Temple know that Qingyun Temple is actually a branch of Yueyang Palace. If you want to obtain advanced Taoism, you have to go to Yueyang Palace to obtain it.

Therefore, as soon as the female Taoist priest proposed, the Taoist priest surnamed Leng was greatly moved.

"I've met Mr. Huo!"

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Taoist priest surnamed Leng bowed respectfully to the red-faced old Taoist.

"Well, how is your master recently?"

The red-faced old man asked expressionlessly, showing no sign of happiness or anger.

"The teacher is still in retreat to refine the magic weapon, and it may take several years to get out."

After responding to the red-faced old Taoist, the Taoist priest surnamed Leng said to the female Taoist priest apologetically:

"I'm sorry, Junior Sister Murong, because of what happened ten years ago, Master ordered me not to go down the mountain until I broke through to the late stage of alchemy. I won't go to Yueyang Palace."

"Uncle Master didn't let you go down the mountain to prevent you from being retaliated against by Confucianism Cultivators, but this time, my Master is accompanying you!

Master, are you right? "

The female Taoist priest looked at the red-faced old Taoist beside her beseechingly.

"Hmph! You girl!"

The red-faced old Taoist looked at the female Taoist helplessly, and then said seriously:

"Confucianism cultivators are just a small force, and righteousness is the master of Jin!

The younger brother is good at everything, but he is too cautious. According to the old man, even if those Confucianism cultivators are given ten courages, they will not dare to murder my disciples of Qingyun Temple! "

"Thank you, Uncle!"

After the Taoist priest surnamed Leng bowed his hands and thanked him, he couldn't help feeling secretly proud.

At this moment, a loud bang came from above the head