Chapter 290 No regrets I do not know how long it has been. Qin Yao suddenly woke up from that state of enlightenment. He felt that his whole body was full of true energy, and there was an unpleasant feeling of stagnant energy in his chest and abdomen. "Roar!" He did not forcefully endure this uncomfortable feeling and screamed at the moon. As the roar sounded, his chest and abdomen suddenly felt relieved, and a bright golden light rushed out from above his head and shot straight into the sky. It is clearly visible within a radius of ten miles. When the golden light dissipated, Qin Yao looked around and saw that the Eight Immortals had long been wiped out. The corpses of the thirty-two monks brought by the old monk in white were lying on the ground. The old monk himself was the only one left alive under the siege of Mao You and Xia Yu. After taking a look at them, Qin Yao quickly withdrew his gaze and looked inward at himself, only then did he understand what had just happened. The legendary explosive seed breakthrough was caught up by him. This luck really belongs to the European Emperor. Of course, having said that, today's enlightenment is inseparable from Xiao Zhuo's powerful Yuan Yin power. That power allowed him to advance to three levels in a row, and even laid a very solid foundation for each level.
Without a deep foundation, even if you get this opportunity for enlightenment, you won't be able to hit the realm of the earth master so freely. That’s right. Having been practicing Taoism for less than five years, Boss Qin came to teach on the spot. With his rapid upgrade speed, I am afraid that in just two years he will be able to surpass the decades of hard work of Shimu. I can only say that the gap between people’s experiences is really outrageous! “I am a poor monk and a disciple of Jinshan Temple. You cannot kill me.” After a while, a frightened and shrill voice suddenly woke him up from his meditation. He followed the sound and saw the old monk in embarrassment, his face covered with bloodstains, his clothes disheveled and lying on the ground, with a hideous face. Where is the lofty and lofty appearance of the eminent monk and virtuous man from the beginning? "Jinshan Temple, disciples and grandsons of Fa Hai?" Qin Yao dragged his knife to him and asked indifferently. "That's right." The old monk breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could survive: "If you kill me, you will definitely have a grudge against Jinshan Temple..." “It’s the Ming Dynasty now.” Qin Yao suddenly spoke, interrupting his chatter. The old monk's breath was stagnant and he hurriedly said: "Even today, Jinshan Temple is an authentic Zen sect." Qin Yao sneered: "If you say that the old monk Fahai is still alive, or still in Jinshan Temple, then maybe I will still be afraid. But you are talking about the authentic Zen... Since Fahai, how can there be any divine monks in Jinshan Temple? " At this point, he pursed his lips and said to the red and white evil spirits: "Eat it." “No!” The old monk’s eyes widened and he tried to get up. The next moment, he was knocked down by evil spirits, who were vying to eat him. "Wouldn't it be better to be humble as a human being?" Looking at this human tragedy, Qin Yao shook his head. Although he is crazy, he is not arrogant.
It’s a pity that heaven will not condemn arrogance. I killed so many monks in one breath. I wonder how much karma I will have and how much negative virtue I will lose?
Thinking of this, Qin Yao immediately took out the official seal and called up the recent details: Kill the Eight Immortals and obtain one thousand and thirty points of Yin Virtue. Thirty-three monks were killed and 800 points of Yin Virtue were deducted. The balance of Yin De, two hundred and thirty points. The balance of Yin De is four thousand seven hundred thirty land points. … “Draft.” Qin Yao's eyes twitched and he couldn't help but curse. If he remembered correctly, this was the first time that he had so much negative virtue deducted. Eight hundred points of moral virtue are enough to defeat two or three bosses. If nothing else, the total of the eight ghosts and immortals is only one thousand and thirty points. This shady character is really heartbreaking! But you have to ask him if he does not regret it after doing so... The result is positive, I will definitely not regret it! Benefits are very important, but interests are not everything, and interests are not his master. He is the master, and his demands are higher than his interests! "Let's go, go find Zhong Kui. Damn, if this story didn't help me get to know Zhong Kui, I would be at a loss." After waiting for the evil ghosts to finish eating, Qin Yao put them away with the magic spirit beads and rushed Preaching with a cat and a fish. Golden Knife Wine Shop. Inside the pavilion. Seeing a streak of fish belly white gradually appearing on the sky, Zhong Kui stroked his beard and thought to himself: Why haven't you come back yet? Could it be that he was ambushed by the Eight Immortals? No one gave an answer. Zhong Kui waited patiently for a while, facing the rising sun and counting with his fingers, but found that he could not calculate everything about Qin Yao. “Old Heavenly Master.” While in trance, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, waking him up instantly. "How did you..." Zhong Kui raised his head and raised his eyebrows. “What’s wrong with me?” Qin Yao asked in surprise. Before coming back, he went to take a shower and changed into clean clothes. Normally, there should be nothing unusual about him. “You killed someone!” Zhong Kui said with certainty. Qin Yao paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Old Heavenly Master's eyes are as bright as a torch." “Why kill people?” Zhong Kui said seriously.
Qin Yao couldn't express his anger and kill someone in front of Zhong Kui. After all, for a person like Zhong Kui, even if he sacrificed some interests, he couldn't hurt people wantonly, let alone kill people. “While I was chasing the Eight Immortals, a group of monks appeared and thought I was an evil cultivator...” "Monk..." Zhong Kui's face softened a little, and he waved his hands and said, "That's okay." Chin Yao: “???” Be obedient. Don’t you regard monks as human beings? Or are you saying that you are a Taoist saint and don’t care whether Buddhist disciples live or die? As if seeing his doubts, Zhong Kui explained: "Buddhist disciples, open your mouth and shut your mouth, Amitabha, you have dedicated your body, mind, mind and even your faith to the Buddha. The Buddha will protect you and it is not under my control." Chin Yao: “…” From this perspective, there seems to be nothing wrong with it. You don’t worship me, but you worship someone else, or the Buddha who is opposed to Taoism, so why should I care about your life and death? "This is over, I should leave." Zhong Kui used his Dharma Eyes and looked around. He saw that the three evils had been resolved, so he calmly stood up from the stone bench. “Old Heavenly Master…” Qin Yao suddenly called. "What's wrong?" "My name is Qin Yao. I am the Qin of King Qin and the Yao of Yao, Shun and Yu. You must not forget it." Qin Yao warned. Zhong Kui laughed dumbly, waved his hand, and the body gradually disappeared in front of his eyes, leaving only the lingering sound. “With how weird you are, you can at least allow me to remember it for three hundred years…” Qin Yao blinked and subconsciously calculated in his mind: In his memory, Xiaozong's reign was from 1470 to 1505. If we start counting from 1500, it would be 416 years in 1916. Damn it, three hundred years is not enough! There is still more than a hundred years to go! “Uncle, why are you angry so early in the morning?” At this time, Shi Shi walked over from the room and asked in surprise. "I'm not angry...forget it, I can't explain it in a few words, let's go." Qin Yao waved his hand and said. “Huh?” Shi Shi said in surprise, “Is it so sudden?” Qin Yao laughed: "Do you still want to live here for a while?" “I mean, I haven’t had time to say goodbye yet.” “No need to say goodbye.” Qin Yao waved his hand, took out a letter from his arms, flicked it, and the envelope immediately plunged deeply into the column of the pavilion: "I have already written the farewell letter. Saying goodbye in person will inevitably involve a lot of nonsense. ” …
Uncle is such a straightforward person~ (End of this chapter)